novelraw Chapter 540 - 524: I Didn’t See Anything, So Why Silence Me?
Chapter 540 - 524: I Didn’t See Anything, So Why Silence Me?
Feng Mu’s movements paused slightly as he looked at Shi Wuming with great interest, seemingly intrigued by his deduction.
In a flash of inspiration, Shi Wuming almost burned through all his brain cells as he exclaimed in panic:
"It’s the person who planted the bomb, right? You’re here to silence me because I saw..."
However, just as the words were about to leave his mouth, Shi Wuming suddenly got stuck.
Yes, what did I see?
At the moment of the explosion, Shi Wuming was indeed on the scene, but now, as he racked his brains trying to recall, he couldn’t remember seeing anything he shouldn’t have seen.
He neither saw the face of the culprit nor the location where the bomb was placed. The only thing that caught his eye was a few playing cards that exploded out of the sofa during the blast.
Also, after the explosion, two Prison Chiefs rushed into the room in a panic, hurriedly picking up something from the ground.
At that time, the two had their backs to him, so he couldn’t see what they were picking up. But even using his toes to think, he could guess what those two took away.
Just a few pieces of scrap paper!
So, clearly, I didn’t see anything of value, why kill me to silence me?
What Shi Wuming didn’t know was that this bombing case was different from the usual ones. It was precisely because he was the only eyewitness on the scene, yet he didn’t witness the murderer, which made him deserve to die.
A witness who should have had key evidence but knew nothing about the truth.
This kind of perfect "blank" was the reason the mastermind needed to silence him.
The hidden logic behind this was terrifying upon closer thought.
But since even Shi Wuming couldn’t figure it out, naturally, it would be difficult for anyone else to unravel the mystery if he died.
Shi Wuming just felt a little unjust as he urgently negotiated with Feng Mu in front of him:
"Please spare me, I promise I won’t say anything. In fact, I didn’t see anything, really, you got the wrong person. If you must silence someone, you should find Qian Huan next door."
Feng Mu remained unmoved, continuing to stare into Shi Wuming’s eyes with regret:
"I’ll naturally go next door, but before that, I’ll trouble you to go down first and wait for him."
Shi Wuming was completely horrified, abandoning any hope, ready to scream for his life.
He knew that Feng Mu left people in the corridor guarding Qian Huan’s VIP ward, and as long as he shouted, he could attract them over.
What a paradoxical nature.
On the brink of death, Shi Wuming hoped that Feng Mu’s people would come and save him.
And more ironically...
"Shh, no loud shouting in the hospital. As a patient, you should have more public decency!"
Feng Mu casually pricked, and a few thin needles flashed and pierced Shi Wuming’s lips, hooking his mouth shut, forming a smile identical to the little girl in the elevator.
Shi Wuming pulled his mouth frantically, his skin breaking and tearing.
The ferocity on Shi Wuming’s face suddenly relaxed, as if a stop button had been pressed.
He looked peacefully at Feng Mu as he extracted a priceless heart from his chest, the light in his eyes rapidly dimming.
After the power was cut off, he was completely unable to move, becoming a semi-mechanical specimen.
The electrical components inside his body were releasing the last bits of power, enough to support his brain function for about 60 seconds to upload his consciousness.
But the problem was, he hadn’t bought the "data cable" yet!
A minute was the time for a modified body to experience "brain death" after power-off, while a natural human’s consciousness could struggle for about 5 minutes after the heart stopped.
So, indeed, the ones who love you most are always the weakest parts of your flesh and blood.
Shi Wuming had no chance to learn this lesson again.
His consciousness was slowly, irreversibly descending into eternal darkness.
"If only I had a bit more money, if only I could sell the Medicine Man earlier, if only I could..."
Shi Wuming’s consciousness unwillingly dissipated. He could have lived a second life but ended up living up to his own name.
Before his consciousness plunged into darkness, the last frame he saw was Feng Mu slowly pulling out a black bag from his arms...
Feng Mu sealed the heart in the bag, then gently closed Shi Wuming’s eyes, which were still open in death.
Feng Mu looked around the ward, turned into the private bathroom, washed the blood off his hands, then stepped out and politely closed the door behind him.
It all sounds long, but from Feng Mu entering to exiting, it was just barely over a minute. Hong Ya in the corridor hadn’t even braided her hair yet.
"Little junior brother~" Hong Ya raised a smiling face and greeted.
Li Bashan stared intently at Feng Mu, his lips parting slightly, but he said nothing.
Perhaps he sensed something, but he hadn’t fully realized it, not being able to put it into words.
Out of instinct, he turned half his body, like a small mountain, partially blocking Hong Ya behind him.
"I shouldn’t have exposed any flaws, so is it purely intuition?"
Feng Mu unconsciously adjusted his glasses frame, slightly lowered his head to avoid Li Bashan’s gaze, and said expressionlessly:
"I’m going in to see Prison Director Qian, wait for me here at the door."
Li Bashan furrowed his thick eyebrows.
But Hong Ya pouted with dissatisfaction, poking her head out from behind him, complaining:
"Senior brother, you’re blocking me!"
She rolled her eyes at Feng Mu’s profile, deliberately making a face like a little fox baring its teeth, feigning anger,
"Ahem, and also little junior brother, you’re so rude. You may not greet senior brother, but how can you not greet me, your senior sister?"
Li Bashan’s arm was like an iron gate across Hong Ya’s front.
By now, Feng Mu had already stepped into the ward, with a soft click of the lock, sealing all questions and gazes outside.
Hong Ya opened her mouth slowly, her round eyes gradually climbing with suspicion:
"Senior brother, don’t you think little junior brother has changed?"
Li Bashan arched his thick eyebrows, hoping that the more perceptive Hong Ya would point out something amiss.
Instead, he just heard Hong Ya humming:
"Could it be that little junior brother has reached the age to like women? No way, the lady inside is too old, I won’t agree!"
Hong Ya furrowed her brows and pressed her ear against the cold door panel.
Inside the door.
First, there was an almost inaudible ripping sound, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling.
The door was thick, so the sound was faint.
Hong Ya was straining her ears, trying to catch every little sound, and then she heard the elder lady’s shrill scream as if seeing a ghost:
"My eyes, ahhhhh!"
Hong Ya shivered, her pigtails standing on end like a bristling little fox.
Pong!
The soundproof door shattered like paper with a palm’s push, and Li Bashan, like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain, stepped in, his eyes widening at the scene.
Li Hanyu sat on the ground covered in blood, her right eye a bloody hole, wailing in agony:
"You’re not Feng Mu, who are you really?"
And the "Feng Mu" with his back to the door seemed oblivious to the sound of the door breaking, leaving only the back of his head visible.
His movements were so fast they almost left afterimages, his right hand claw-like, reaching straight for Li Hanyu’s throat, fingertips lined with slender silver needles...