Chapter 500: Rebellious Son and Daughter Are the Same?!!

Feng Ju staggered through the deep alley, his leather shoes repeatedly stepping into puddles, the splashed sewage soaking his trouser legs.

That blue-and-white patrol car was parked not far ahead; his hand paused on the car door handle for a second, and as if possessed he turned to look back — only wind-blown plastic bags spinning in the alley.

Psychological shadow, that's what it is.

Feng Ju anxiously twitched his mouth corner, and yanked the car door open with force.

The instant the key entered the lock cylinder, the engine roared to life, and Feng Ju slammed the accelerator to the floor.

The tires skidded on the wet road for half a second, then screamed as they shot out.

In the rearview mirror, the shadows at the alley entrance seemed to wriggle once, then seemed like nothing at all.

Three kilometers later, he violently wrenched the steering wheel, the patrol car screeching to a halt in a narrow alley; the braking sound startled crows on the wires into flight.

"Madman."

Feng Ju's hands gripped the steering wheel deathly tight, the immense force warping the steering wheel out of shape,

"His younger sister is a father-killing monster!"

His roar reverberated inside the sealed cabin, his voice laced with anger and fear,

"How dare he. How dare he. Invite her for a night snack?"

Feng Ju felt a suffocating sorrow engulf him like a tide.

Daughter is a monster, rebellious son is a madman, what has become of this family?

Isn't there a single normal person?

Feng Ju's mind was a chaos, all kinds of terrifying thoughts intertwining.

The family had only just eaten a reunion dinner together, how did it turn into a nightmare-like scene in a trice?

Suddenly, his whole body stiffened, as if struck by lightning.

A terrifying conjecture surfaced in his mind:

"The person who saved me. Could it be. "

Feng Ju lit a cigarette with trembling hands; the smoke entered his mouth with no taste at all, the burning tobacco bright and dim, just like his short-circuited train of thought at this moment.

Some overlooked details suddenly floated back into his mind — the rebellious son's recent abnormal composure, ruthlessness, and madness...

Feng Ju's breathing grew more and more rapid, he widened his eyes.

【334:32:11】

【334:32:10】

【334:32:09】

"So. "

His voice was so light even he could barely hear it,

"Not gone mad. "

"Is changed"

"Just like Yu Huai?!!"

The more Feng Ju thought, the more he felt his bones chill; the lips clamped on the cigarette filter froze stiff.

So, tonight's reunion dinner, at one table, only two were living people, now only one remains.

Not me either!!!

Ash fell and burned his fingertips, yet Feng Ju was completely unaware.

This matter cannot be thought further.

Some secrets weigh less than four liang off the scale; once on the scale, a thousand jin can't hold them down.

Thinking deeply brings extreme fear!

Feng Ju is exactly this feeling right now; even though he has already "died", thinking of it now still makes him chill to the bone with dread.

"Obedient daughter killed me from behind, was it to destroy the storage card?"

"Then... the rebellious son secretly saved me, what for?"

Feng Ju gritted his teeth fiercely, his heart rate climbing from one beat per 10 seconds to one beat per 5 seconds.

Thump thump thump thump, his heart like a war drum.

Recalling the scene of the obedient daughter killing him, Feng Ju felt fear and anger;

But imagining the rebellious son bringing him back to life, Feng Ju felt even more fear and... bewilderment.

"The rebellious son watched his sister kill me, then resurrected me — what is he plotting?"

Feng Ju could not guess the rebellious son's motive at all; could it be for filial piety?

Feng Ju exhausted his lifetime of Divine Detective skill, yet could not fathom the rebellious son's mind.

"No no no, maybe I'm being too suspicious, overthinking it, this is all my subjective speculation, no evidence at all."

Feng Ju shook his head hard, trying to shake off these terrifying associations.

This is absolutely the first time in Feng Ju's nearly 30-year career that he has been so particular about evidence.

Just then, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

The message that popped up on the screen froze his blood instantly:

【Dear Father:

Dear Father, why leave in such a panic? Little sister came and can't see you, how heartbroken she'll be. Believe me, meet little sister soon, resolve the estrangement and it'll be fine.】

Feng Ju's fingers trembled uncontrollably; he clutched the phone deathly tight.

After a long while, he threw the phone aside, rubbed his cheeks hard, a fierce look that trusted no one surfacing on his face.

He did not reply to the rebellious son's text message, nor did he go home; instead he drove back to the Patrol Bureau.

The house is full of monsters; the Patrol Bureau is still the safest.

……

Feng Mu sat in the snack shop, his fingertips unconsciously stroking a teacup long gone cold.

The wall clock in the shop gave off a dull "click," and when the minute hand had turned a full circle, he softly sighed.

"After all... not a single one came!"

Feng Mu felt a bit disappointed in his heart; his love for his father and sister had, in the end, been misplaced.

However, Feng Mu soon composed himself.

He ultimately bore great love for his family, and he was not in a hurry.

"A family bound by blood—no one can sever it. I believe fate will one day reunite our family."

Feng Mu stood up and left; the three smiling faces on the table were his best blessing for his family.

"What the hell is this painting? So ugly!"

The greasy rag slapped onto the tabletop with a "smack," and the shop owner cursed as he wiped them all away.

Inside the Blood Rose Bar, the lights were dim and hazy, noisy music and the scent of alcohol intertwined, permeating an air of drunken revelry.

However, the atmosphere in the private room deep inside was exactly the opposite—oppressive.

Ma Bin sat on the sofa in the private room, his gaze shifting uncertainly, tightly clutching a parchment scroll in his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly stood up and handed the parchment scroll to Li Shang sitting across from him.

Li Shang reached out and took the parchment scroll, his fingertips stroking its edge; the leather surface gave off a strange oil sheen—not a luster ordinary tanning could produce, but more like a patina from being repeatedly soaked in corpse oil.

When he unrolled the parchment scroll, a rotten stench rushed toward him, and in his vision, the brownish-red bloodstains forming runes twisted and writhed, as if alive.

His memory was excellent, and almost instantly he recognized that these symbols were almost exactly like the altar inscribed in fresh blood on the ground in the abandoned warehouse of No. 47 Middle School.

"It seems Zheng Hang used the ritual on this parchment scroll... to make contact with the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice, thereby transforming into a strange monster."

He raised his eyes to look at Ma Bin, and the two met gazes for a moment.

Chang Erbing coldly laughed from the side:

"Ma Bin, you've hidden it for so long, and only now take it out?"

Ma Bin gave a dry laugh, his fingers nervously rubbing the wine cup; the water droplets condensed on the cup wall slid down, like cold sweat.

Li Shang waved his hand, not pursuing the matter further, but asked:

"This is a major matter; the Special Commissioner has been keeping an eye on 【the Masked One】. If you know anything else, make it all clear to me this time."

Ma Bin took a sip of wine, sighed, and honestly said:

"It's not that I intentionally concealed it; I only suddenly understood after watching the livestream today—perhaps everything Zheng Hang did back then, Zheng Laoda knew clearly in his heart."

Zheng Laoda went around the whole city arresting those students; perhaps not to find the killer, but possibly to find new sacrifices for Zheng Hang.

It's just that unfortunately, those students were finally rescued by you, Captain Li.

End of Chapter