Chapter 524: I Didn't See Anything, So Why Silence Me?

"Feng Mu's" movements paused slightly as he looked toward Shi Wuming with great interest, seemingly intrigued by the conclusion he had deduced.

In the split second of a spark, Shi Wuming nearly burned through all his brain cells, and he said in a panic:

"It's the person who planted the bomb, right? You're here to silence me, because I saw..."

However, just as the words reached his lips, Shi Wuming suddenly froze up.

Yeah, what did I see?

At the moment the explosion occurred, Shi Wuming was indeed at the scene, but now, racking his brains to recall, he simply could not remember what he had seen that he shouldn't have.

He had neither seen the culprit's appearance nor spotted where the bomb was placed; the only thing imprinted on his vision was a few playing cards that had been detonated from inside the sofa and blown outward by the explosion.

Also, after the explosion happened, two Zone Chiefs rushed into the room in a flurry and hastily picked something up from the floor.

At that time, those two had their backs to him, so he fundamentally could not see what they were picking up, but even thinking with his toes, he could guess what those two had taken away.

Just a few scraps of paper!

So, I clearly didn't see anything of value, why kill me to silence me?

What Shi Wuming didn't know was that this explosion case was different from ordinary cases; it was precisely because he was the only witness at the scene, yet happened to have not witnessed the culprit, that he deserved to die.

A witness who should have grasped key evidence, yet knew nothing of the truth.

This perfect "blank" was exactly the reason the mastermind behind the scenes needed to silence him.

The logical relationship hidden behind this sends chills down one's spine upon deeper thought.

But since even the person involved couldn't see through it, with him dead, naturally no one would be able to unravel the mystery within.

Shi Wuming just felt a tiny bit wronged; he urgently negotiated with the "Feng Mu" before him:

"Please spare me, I guarantee I won't say anything. In fact, I didn't see anything at all, really. You've got the wrong person. If you absolutely must silence someone, you should go next door and find Qian Huan."

"Feng Mu" remained unmoved, continuing to stare into Shi Wuming's eyes, and said with regret:

"Next door I'll naturally go, but before that, just trouble yourself to go down below and wait for him first."

Shi Wuming was thoroughly horrified and desperate, no longer holding a shred of fantasy, preparing to shout with his life on the line.

He knew there were people Feng Mu left behind guarding Qian Huan's VVIP Ward in the corridor; as long as he shouted, he could draw them over.

What ironic human nature.

At death's door, Shi Wuming actually hoped Feng Mu's people would come save him.

And what's even more ironic is...

"Shh, loud noise is prohibited in the hospital. As a patient, you should have even more public morality!"

"Feng Mu" casually stabbed, and a few silver needles flashed like lightning into Shi Wuming's lips; with an upward hook, he sewed his mouth shut, stitching out a smile identical to the little girl's in the elevator.

Shi Wuming's mouth pulled hard, skin tearing and flesh splitting.

The ferocity on Shi Wuming's face suddenly slackened, as if a stop button had been pressed.

He serenely watched "Feng Mu" take out a priceless heart from his chest; the light in his eyes was rapidly dimming.

After the power was pulled out, he could already not move a single bit, reduced to a half-mechanical specimen.

The electrical components inside his body released their last charge, probably able to support his brain operating for 60 seconds, used to upload his consciousness.

But the problem was, he still hadn't bought a "Data Cable"!

One minute is the time for a Modified Human's "brain death" after power loss, while after a Natural Person's heart stops, consciousness can probably struggle for about 5 minutes.

So you see, the one who loves you most is always your most frail piece of flesh and blood.

This principle, Shi Wuming would have no chance to learn again.

His consciousness was slowly, irreversibly falling into eternal darkness.

"If, I had a bit more money. If, I could have sold the Medicine Man earlier. If, I could..."

Shi Wuming's consciousness unwillingly dissipated; he could have lived a second life, yet ended up living up to his own name.

Before his consciousness fell into darkness, the last frame he saw was "Feng Mu" unhurriedly taking out a black bag from his bosom...

"Feng Mu" sealed the heart into the bag, then considerately closed Shi Wuming's eyes that refused to close in death.

"Feng Mu" scanned the ward, turned and walked into the private restroom, washed the fishy smell of blood off his hands, and a moment later walked straight out of the ward, politely pulling the door shut behind him.

This takes a long time to tell, but in reality, from "Feng Mu" entering to leaving, it was barely a minute or so; Hong Ya in the corridor hadn't even finished re-braiding her braids.

"Junior Brother~" Hong Ya raised a smiling face and greeted.

Li Bashan stared fixedly at "Feng Mu," his lips moving slightly, but he didn't greet him.

He might have sensed something, but hadn't fully sensed it; it was indescribable.

Out of instinct, he turned half his body sideways, like a small mountain half-shielding Hong Ya behind him.

"I shouldn't have exposed any flaws, so is it purely intuitive sensing?"

"Feng Mu" subconsciously adjusted his glasses frame, lowered his head slightly to avoid Li Bashan's gaze, and said expressionlessly:

"I'm going in to check on Prison Warden Qian; you wait for me at the door."

Li Bashan furrowed his thick eyebrows.

But Hong Ya poked her head out from behind him, dissatisfied, pouting and complaining:

"Senior Brother, you're blocking me!"

She then glared at "Feng Mu's" profile, deliberately putting on a stern face like an exquisite grinning little fox, feigning anger:

"Ahem, and Junior Brother, you're too impolite. You can not call me Senior Brother, but how can you not call me Junior Sister?"

Li Bashan's arm lay across Hong Ya's front like an iron gate.

And at this moment, "Feng Mu" had already stepped into the ward in one stride; the door lock emitted a light "click," shutting out all doubts and gazes.

Hong Ya's mouth opened, her round eyes gradually climbing with a layer of suspicion:

"Senior Brother, don't you feel Junior Brother has changed?"

Li Bashan's thick brows lifted slightly, hoping the quicker-witted Hong Ya would say what exactly was off.

As a result, Hong Ya huffed and said:

"Could Little Junior Brother have reached the age of liking women? No way, that auntie inside is too old, I don't agree!"

Hong Ya frowned while pressing her ear against the icy door panel.

Inside the door.

First came a barely audible "hiss" sound, followed by the sound of a heavy object toppling over.

The door was very thick, so the sound was very faint.

Hong Ya was pricking up her ears, straining to capture every wisp of sound, when she heard the old auntie let out a ghostly, piercing scream:

"My eyes ah ah ah ah——"

Hong Ya shivered violently, the braids at the back of her head standing on end, like a puffed-up little fox.

Pong!

The soundproof door shattered like paper paste under a single palm push; Li Bashan stepped in like a tiger descending the mountain, and the scene before him made his pupils violently contract.

Li Hanyu sat collapsed on the ground, her face covered in blood, her right eye a bloody hole, emitting a heart-rending scream:

"You're not Feng Mu, who exactly are you?"

And that "Feng Mu" with his back to the door, treated the door-smashing sound as if unheard, only leaving him the back of his head.

His movements were so fast they nearly pulled afterimages; his right hand formed a claw, striking straight for Li Hanyu's throat, fingertips bearing a row of fine, long silver needles...

(End of Chapter)