Chapter 120

Outside the ward, the doctor told the police about Ying Shuigen's situation: "His life is saved, but his vocal cords have been damaged..."

"That is, he became a mute." Zhong Kui said coldly.

"That's right." The doctor replied.

"Then how can we interrogate him?" Qi Fei was anxious when he heard this.

"As long as his brain isn't broken." Zhong Kui said. "If he can't speak, he can write. Isn't it enough to prepare paper and pen for him?"

Zhong Kui's words made sense, but it sounded strange to everyone. She saved his life, but was so ruthless to him.

Qi Fei looked at Ying Shuigen lying on the hospital bed with tubes inserted in his body and muttered: "It's too ironic. A charlatan became a mute himself."

Ying Shuigen didn't know he was mute. When he saw Zhong Kui, he made a few dry gasps from the bottom of his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't make a single formed tone.

"I know you want to thank me, no need. If you want to thank someone, thank the person who asked you to find me to save your life." Zhong Kui said leisurely.

Qi Fei whispered in her ear: "He doesn't know you did it to save him, maybe he's blaming you."

Zhong Kui glanced at him and said arrogantly: "None of your business."

Opposite them, Ying Shuigen, lying on the hospital bed, tried several times but couldn't speak. He realized in horror that he couldn't speak anymore. He reached out and touched the auxiliary breathing tube still inserted in his neck, making a sound that was almost a howl.

"That's right, you're mute." Zhong Kui told him the truth ruthlessly. "You can always write, right?"

Following Zhong Kui's words, Qi Fei had already handed the paper and pen to Ying Shuigen.

Qi Fei showed Ying Shuigen his ID and said: "You posted on the internet that you didn't kill anyone, but we found your footprints at the scene and also found the surveillance video of you leaving Jiangting Island at the pier. We police handle cases based on evidence, and you are a major criminal suspect."

Ying Shuigen shook his head immediately. As he moved, the tubes inserted in his body were pulled, making a terrible sound. The nurse was so anxious that she quickly held him down.

He hurriedly took the pen and wrote a few words on the paper with trembling hands: "I don't know."

"You don't know who the killer is?" Qi Fei asked.

Ying Shuigen nodded.

"Then what about the person who asked you to find me?" Zhong Kui asked in a deep voice.

Ying Shuigen immediately wrote on it and turned it over to show them.

Only one word was written on it—"God."

"Ridiculous, you say God asked you to find me?" Zhong Kui sneered. "There is no God in this world, you'd better tell the truth."

Qi Fei looked at Zhong Kui, recalling the day he first met her, the look of a complete shaman. At that time, how could he have imagined that one day, the words "There is no God in this world" would come out of Zhong Kui's mouth.

In front of them, Ying Shuigen had his eyes wide open, truly believing in the existence of God.

He made chaotic gestures, and a sound that no one could understand came from the bottom of his throat.

Seeing that no one understood, Ying Shuigen wrote on the notebook for a long time, and finally finished writing and showed it to them.

However, what was written on the paper was still nonsense in Qi Fei's view.

"I have seen God. As long as I exchange with God, he can satisfy any of my requests." As he spoke, he pointed at Zhong Kui and touched his own neck.

Zhong Kui understood this gesture: "You want to say that he asked you to exchange your voice to save your life?"

Ying Shuigen nodded repeatedly.

"Hmph, the first four words are not in vain for me saving you back. Since you have seen him, you should know what he looks like, right?" Zhong Kui asked very calmly, but always felt that there was full of murderous intent in this calmness.

However, Ying Shuigen's words disappointed her, because only two words were written on it: "Mask."

Qi Fei was unwilling when he saw this and immediately asked: "It doesn't matter if he wore a mask. Gender, height, fat or thin? Write down everything you can think of!"

Ying Shuigen seemed to be trying hard to recall. The pen in his hand wrote and stopped, and after a while, he crossed it all out and only wrote one sentence.

He put down the pen in his hand and made a move that Qi Fei feared the most.

Ying Shuigen raised his hand and pointed at Qi Fei. Only one sentence was written on the paper: "Same as you."

If it were before, Qi Fei would only think it was nonsense.

Then there was the confrontation with Zhong Xiaoyu in the Yun Shen Secret Realm. Seeing Ying Shuigen's answer, Qi Fei only felt cold all over. The chill that didn't know where it came from swept through his whole body.

Ying Shuigen was the only person who had seen this monster, and he now confirmed that except for the face, the other characteristics were very similar to Qi Fei. This had to make a chill rise from the bottom of one's heart.

Just when Qi Fei was in shock, Ying Shuigen wrote another line on the paper.

"The voice is also very similar." After Ying Shuigen finished writing, he realized something. After doubt was awe, as if Qi Fei was the God he worshipped.

Qi Fei said disdainfully: "No need to look. I have never seen you, and I have never been to Jiangting Island before your house had an accident."

But Ying Shuigen immediately wrote four words: "God is in Nanling."

"Nanling?" Qi Fei blurted out. This place is the most famous historical site in Nancheng. It is a thousand-year-old imperial tomb. Because only incomplete inscriptions were left, the identity of the tomb owner could never be verified. Legend has it that it was a prince wrongly killed by Emperor Zhouzhaodi, who built this nameless imperial tomb to bury the prince thickly to atone for his sins.

Qi Fei would care about Nanling because this was the place he visited most often in his childhood.

His home was near Nanling. He vaguely remembered that when he was young, his mother would take him to play under the historical sites of Nanling. At that time, he was too young, and many memories had long been blurred. He vaguely remembered having playmates, his mother's company, playing marbles, in short, the happiest time in his life.

Qi Fei's distraction did not escape Zhong Kui's eyes. However, she just looked at his absent-minded look meaningfully and didn't say anything.

Coming out of the hospital, Qi Fei insisted on sending Zhong Kui to the Guiyue Apartment.

"I know what you are worried about, don't worry, if that monster wanted to kill me, it would have done it long ago. You'd better worry about yourself." Zhong Kui didn't appreciate it.

"Why doesn't he kill me?" Qi Fei was driving and asked the question that lingered in his heart. Those things Zhong Kui once told him about his specialty, verified by various events, made Qi Fei gradually realize the weirdness of this matter. "You said that he would kill everyone you care about."

"I also want to know. I can feel that special aura on you, but you don't have the hostility on him. I think you shouldn't be the same person." Zhong Kui analyzed seriously.

Qi Fei was anxious when he heard this: "Of course not! No matter what you say, I know very well, whether it was when my mother was murdered, or your family had an accident, or this tragedy at Ying Shuigen's house, it is impossible for me to be at the scene. Even if my memory is wrong, my classmates and colleagues cannot lie collectively, right?"