Chapter 528: Eliminate All Impossibilities, Whatever Remains Is the Truth

The female doctor frowned, holding the silver needle up to the light to examine it closely.

The silver needle was about three cun long, entirely silver in color, but at one-third of its length there was an extremely slight bend, almost impossible to notice without close inspection.

Even more strange, there were obvious signs of wear at the needle tip, as if it had pierced some hard substance many times.

"Strange, the wear on this needle is quite severe."

The female doctor reported her discovery to Li Hanyu, who was stunned for a moment, and before she could think carefully, a commotion suddenly came from the VVIP ward next door.

"Dead, dead! Shi Wuming is dead! His chest was cut open and his heart was dug out."

A doctor ran over in a panic, reporting quickly.

Hong Ya had just yawned boredly, and upon hearing this she suddenly slapped her forehead, her horn braids jumping cheerfully:

"Right! The fake junior brother went to that ward too, he killed that person as well!"

Li Bashan belatedly made an "uh" sound, his large hand rubbing Hong Ya's head, and he praised her with a simple and honest expression:

"Hong Ya is really smart."

Their tone of conversation was somewhat cheerful, which was out of place with the oppressive atmosphere in the ward.

Everyone frowned and glanced at them, but no one said anything.

After all, they had just saved Li Hanyu and Qian Huan's lives; they couldn't blame them just for being relaxed at this moment.

VVIP is the god of the hospital, so what is the person who saved the god to the hospital?

"Killing to silence."

A thought suddenly flashed through Li Hanyu's mind,

"Killing Shi Wuming was to silence him; he must have seen something at the explosion scene, perhaps even the killer."

"Then, killing me and Huan'er was either to wrap things up as quickly as possible, or for control of the Second Prison..."

Li Hanyu's mind raced, various clues and possibilities intertwining and colliding in her mind.

As her thoughts surged, her gaze fell back onto the fish tank.

Qian Huan's pale body floated and sank in the turbid liquid, like a soaked corpse, with only the faint fluctuations on the monitor proving that a soul neither dead nor alive was still imprisoned within this shell.

A certain maternal ruthlessness surfaced in her eyes, as if she had made some major decision in her heart.

She suddenly turned to the female doctor, her voice laced with ice shards: "Have the surveillance records been pulled up?"

The female doctor gave a glance behind her, and the security captain immediately led people to retrieve the surveillance records.

Funny enough, the hospital originally hadn't installed much surveillance to protect patient privacy.

But since Qian Tong's suspicious death, a full set of high-definition cameras had been installed in the VVIP area.

How to put it, they really are a family; Qian Tong's death dividend was ultimately first enjoyed by his own family.

During the wait, Li Hanyu took out her phone, her fingertip hovering over the name "Wang Xinfa" for half a second, and finally pressed the call button.

The moment the call connected, the pain and ruthlessness on her face miraculously dissipated, turning into a pitiful and frightened expression:

"Xinfa... something happened at the hospital again, someone wants to kill me?!"

Li Hanyu recounted the assassination attempt in detail, her tone weak enough to arouse pity, but her intact left eye was filled with coldness.

Although she had already fallen out with Wang Xinfa, as long as the layer of skin called "surface lover" wasn't torn open, then the other party's power shouldn't go unused.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Xinfa sat in a wide genuine leather office chair, with a dusty-looking man standing opposite him.

The man had an ordinary appearance and a big belly, looking just like a prosperous middle-aged man, smiling at the councilor on the phone like Maitreya Buddha.

Wang Xinfa listened to Li Hanyu's sobbing in the microphone, his face expressionless, his fingers habitually tapping lightly on the table.

When he heard that Qian Huan had been attacked again but luckily survived, his tapping frequency increased imperceptibly by a beat, yet his face remained calm, making it impossible to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

The man opposite him kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his mouth, standing with lowered eyes and brows, listening only with his ears to the changing rhythm on the table.

When he heard that momentary change in rhythm, a cold killing intent flashed through his narrow, curved smiling eyes.

"The councilor wants him dead, heh—"

The man thought to himself in his heart.

But Wang Xinfa's tone was full of guilt and self-reproach:

"It was my negligence; I'll send my most capable people to the hospital to protect you. Alright, rest assured, I'll have Li Shang go too..."

On the phone, Wang Xinfa's attitude toward Li Hanyu was much better than in the morning.

In the morning, in a moment of urgency, he had pinched Li Hanyu's wrist red, and he felt a bit regretful in his heart, not because he was soft-hearted, but because this woman was ultimately not a vase; she was useful.

Li Hanyu actually didn't care at all for Wang Xinfa sending people to protect her, and she couldn't trust the people he sent.

Now, the only people she could trust without reservation were those sent by Feng Mu.

Strangely enough, after experiencing the assassination by "Feng Mu" just now, Li Hanyu's trust in Feng Mu instead skyrocketed to one hundred percent.

She felt there was absolutely no need to investigate Feng Mu anymore.

After all, the assassin wore a face exactly like Feng Mu's to carry out the attack; from a certain angle, this exactly cleared Feng Mu of the last suspicion.

The only regret was that the senior brother and junior sister Feng Mu sent had brains... well, not that they weren't smart, but they mostly seemed a bit abnormal.

So to solve the case and catch the killer, they still had to rely on that divine detective Li Shang.

When Hou Wendong received the call, he was first slightly stunned, then immediately called Li Shang, and the two dove into the car, rushing toward the hospital.

Li Shang had no objection to this; actually, he had originally also planned to go to the hospital to question Shi Wuming's testimony.

Sitting in the car, Hou Wendong told Li Shang everything that had happened in the hospital in detail.

Li Shang frowned: "Shi Wuming is dead?"

Hou Wendong glanced at him: "You don't seem surprised?"

The corner of Li Shang's mouth curved slightly:

"Shi Wuming was the only eyewitness at the explosion scene; doesn't his death prove that my investigation direction is correct? He must have seen something he shouldn't have."

Hou Wendong agreed with Li Shang's judgment: "But he's dead."

Li Shang's face darkened slightly, but he still maintained the Divine Detective's bearing, saying confidently:

"It doesn't matter; dead people sometimes 'speak' better than living people, especially those hastily silenced."

After arriving at the Hospital, Li Shang and Hou Wendong went straight to the VVip Ward.

He first carefully examined the wound on Shi Wuming's chest, then repeatedly questioned Li Hanyu about the stabbing details, and finally played the surveillance footage back and forth seven times.

Without realizing it, he had gradually sketched out the complete puzzle in his mind.

Li Shang suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath; when he opened them again, his eyes were clear.

"Eliminate all impossibilities..."

Li Shang's voice sounded especially confident in the Ward,

"The rest, no matter how incredible, must be the truth, but that must be the truth of the facts."

Everyone unconsciously held their breath, only to see Li Shang slowly raise three fingers, coldly laughing as he said:

"The assassin who killed the Lady is truly foolish; he committed at least three fatal mistakes..."

End of Chapter