novelraw Chapter 393 - 377: Why Did He Go to My House?
Chapter 393 - 377: Why Did He Go to My House?
Feng Baoguang’s scalp tingled with fear, his fingers scratching at the slippery ground, but there was no time to get up.
He watched helplessly as the thermos cup rolled rapidly, irrevocably making a close contact with the electric wire.
Feng Baoguang saw the water droplets on the cup vaporize in the electric current, forming a strange mist. The next second, dazzling blue light, seemingly brighter than the Sun, opened like the gates of hell before his eyes.
In the strong light, the last image was burnt onto his retinas:
A figure draped in a black raincoat squatting in front of him, the hem of the raincoat hanging down, revealing the shiny tip of a leather shoe.
Under the raincoat was a pair of cold golden-rimmed glasses, the eyes behind them pale as a dead person.
"Help...help me..."
Feng Baoguang’s vocal cords were paralyzed, the words were more like a final testament squeezed from the depths of his soul.
In his dying moments, Feng Baoguang heard this damned world giving him its final response, a voice so gentle it was chilling, as if a Master of Ceremonies was narrating the closing of a drama:
"Life is not worth it, do not fear....
Death is the ultimate destination granted by Destiny to all, and you are simply lucky to be chosen by Destiny today and sent to the end early!"
In the rain, Red Dragonfly leaned lazily against the lamppost, the scarlet hem of her dress fluttering in the wind.
She watched the "performance" of the Master of Ceremonies in the distance with indifference, her tongue unconsciously licking her lips, as if savoring something.
Feng Baoguang was merely an ordinary temp worker, no threat at all, the weight of a thermos cup was enough to kill him, there was no need for Squad 103 to act collectively.
The Master of Ceremonies alone was sufficient to complete this "accidental" show.
"Only Zhou Hu is left,"
Red Dragonfly’s tongue quivered slightly,
"Since he’s going to die anyway, do we still need to complete the task he gave?"
The bald man let the rain wash over his head, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the watch in his suit pocket, the hands on the watch face moving in reverse, making a slight "click" sound.
"Of course, we do."
Captain of the Constables grinned, revealing blackened teeth,
"Finish his task first, take the reward, then take him out. That’s the principle of our Squad 103 — start something, end something!"
Red Dragonfly habitually licked her lips: "Are we going there now?"
Captain of the Constables closed the watch: "No rush, tomorrow will do."
The Wild Beast did not speak much, squatting in a corner, simulating faint sounds with its mouth, while the cast iron manhole cover on the roadside began to tremble, fine droplets forming ripples on its surface.
"Screech—"
The first rat squeezed out of the gaps, its eyes reflecting a sickly red glow, followed by the second, the third... A swarm of rats surged from underground like asphalt, yet turned docile the moment they touched the Wild Beast’s ankles.
In the distance, the Master of Ceremonies finished his "benediction" over the deceased and returned.
Before long, the four of them melted into the rain, as if they had never been there.
Yet in the far-off shadows, rustling sounds continued to echo.
The swarm of rats did not disperse; they silently followed the four figures, lurking in the rain and mud, wriggling, moving, tailing from afar...
For several consecutive days, the school remained calm, eerily peaceful.
Of course, it wasn’t all uneventful—a few students inexplicably disappeared.
But under the school’s adept "management," these incidents sunk like stones in a deep pool, not even a splash was raised.
The Martial Arts Joint Examination continued feverishly, each day akin to a grand festival, the sound of firecrackers deafening, red confetti falling like bloody rain, drums beating, stirring one’s blood.
For Li Shang, the tranquility of the past few days was a much-longed-for respite.
The worst-case scenarios he had envisioned, those nightmares that kept him up at night, none of them came to pass.
This allowed his long-strained nerves to relax slightly, the heart that had been lodged in his throat finally settled back in his chest, although he couldn’t entirely let his guard down, he wasn’t on edge anymore.
He couldn’t help but marvel, with a touch of genuine admiration in his heart:
"No wonder it’s a century-old renowned school, the management level is truly high. Just need to get through tomorrow, and the Martial Arts Joint Examination will be perfectly concluded, then I can leave."
For this, Li Shang hadn’t been home for several days.
He worked tirelessly like a spinning top, even solving a "small problem" for Secretary Hou in the process.
Not to mention the position of Chief of Patrol Office, Li Shang felt he should rightfully be awarded an "Exemplary Constable" commendation.
At this moment, Li Shang was sitting in the car, eyes closed, listening to the sound of raindrops pounding on the car roof.
The sound of rain, like the "sky" playing a lullaby for him.
His mood was rarely this calm, as if all troubles had been washed away by the rain.
Suddenly, a piercing phone ring broke the silence.
Li Shang opened his eyes, the weariness on his face quickly replaced by an inexplicable annoyance.
He glanced at the phone screen, the caller ID showing it was from the office, his finger hovered over the answer button for half a second, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbing.
A late-night call, nine times out of ten, it wouldn’t be good news.
"Hello?"
His voice was slightly hoarse.
The voice on the other end reported:
"Captain Li, someone died, just confirmed the identity, it’s the prison chief Zhao Xing from the Death Row in the Second Prison, the one you know, the Second Prison, the Death Row where many died in the riot."
Li Shang’s pupils contracted, the last thing he wanted was to get involved in this:
"How did he die? Accidentally, head lost, huh—, alright, I got it, since it’s confirmed as an accident, just close the case, oh right, notify the prison side."
Li Shang hung up directly, not bothering with further questions, as if listening a second more would taint him with that mess.
Li Shang let out a cold laugh:
"First Gong Lao, then Chen Yang, and now Zhao Xing, suicide, murder, accident, what a full set."
Li Shang didn’t need to go on-site, with his Detective’s intuition, he could guarantee that the waters behind these three deaths ran deep, deep enough to drown someone carelessly.
The windshield wipers swung rhythmically, sweeping away sheet after sheet of rain.
Watching the wipers, an inexplicable image of a young, gentle, yet frenzied and dangerous face suddenly surfaced in Li Shang’s mind.
Li Shang shook his head, pushing away stray thoughts, muttering to himself:
"Regardless, it has nothing to do with me, I’m not a fool like Chen Yang, oblivious to depth, the Second Prison now is a meat grinder vortex, I will absolutely not get involved."
But Destiny seemed intent on playing a prank on him, the phone he had just hung up on rang again.
Li Shang frowned, picking up the phone, the screen showing the words "Wife."
"Haven’t I told you, I’m really busy these days, no time to come home..."
His voice carried fatigue and irritation until he heard his wife’s voice on the phone, and his voice suddenly rose,
"A guest? What guest? An appointment with me?"
Li Shang’s fingers tightened unconsciously, the phone casing making an unbearable cracking sound:
"Did you ask his name?"
His wife’s reply came through the phone: "Feng Mu, he says he’s called Feng Mu!"
Li Shang’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his fingers trembled slightly, his throat felt choked with a bundle of two, three charred family bucket corpses.
Suicide? Murder? Accident?
No, I don’t think I’ve offended Feng Mu, I even helped him, hmm, I don’t need to be afraid... But why is he at my home?