Chapter 151: Police Badge 830401

"These analyses sound simple now. At that time, these four dreams were randomly dreamed by Xi He repeatedly. Just sorting out the chronological order between them took too much time, and also made the relationship between us too deep.

When I finally asked him what happened to his mother, he suddenly hugged me and began to cry bitterly. That was a cry I had never seen before, as if he..."

"He never cries." Qi Dongjun said suddenly, looking at Zhong Xiaoyu with worry in his eyes, "I know my son, Dr. Zhong. This is not a good thing for you."

Zhong Xiaoyu was stunned, then lowered her head and reached out to push her glasses: "Sure enough, Xi He's father is also unusual."

"You're too kind. I just know that Xi He's love is very dangerous. He is willing to be honest with you about his weaknesses and dreams. This is already second only to his attachment to his mother, and his mother—I think you already know the ending now."

Zhong Xiaoyu's stubborn eyes glanced to the side, as if she didn't want Qi Dongjun to see her vulnerability: "I would rather die under his knife like your lover."

"What did he do to you?" Qi Dongjun asked.

When Zhong Xiaoyu looked at Qi Dongjun again, she had returned to her previous calm and said lightly: "This is not important." Then the conversation turned, "What is important is that my goal is the same as yours."

Qi Dongjun frowned: "Tell me what my goal is."

"Protect Qi Fei." Zhong Xiaoyu's words stepped on Qi Dongjun's lifeline. "I know you had to tell him about Xi He, but..." Her hand pressed lightly on the table, "I made him forget your words."

At this time, spring thunder rang out outside the window, and Qi Dongjun's mouth twitched involuntarily.

"I know what you want. What you lost in Xi He, I will help you get back in Qi Fei. The only thing you need to do is help me find Xi He." Zhong Xiaoyu's words were like a spell, step by step making Qi Dongjun fall. "Trading a devil's son for an angel's son—this deal, you, a business tycoon, must be able to calculate."

"You lied to me from the beginning. In this world, the only person who can lie to me is you." Zhong Kui sat in a room without light, as if in the darkness opposite, Zhong Xiaoyu was sitting there, facing her, unable to see what expression she had.

"I'm sorry, but I must defeat Xi He, otherwise I have no way to go to hell with peace of mind." Zhong Xiaoyu's voice came, gentle and healing like an angel, saying the coldest words.

"I am not you."

"You are me, my darkest side."

"Hmph, you don't even believe this yourself, right? You are always the one manipulating behind the scenes. You know clearly that the most despicable part is still here with you."

"Zhong Kui, I gave you all the qualities I wanted, gave you dark power, and gave you my pride. If I still kept this pride, I would disdain being despicable."

Zhong Xiaoyu's words were so charming that Zhong Kui almost believed it.

Then she sneered disdainfully: "Heh, so I have to thank you? Then what about Qi Fei? What did he do wrong?"

"In this world, it's not just people who have done wrong who need to pay the price." Zhong Xiaoyu's voice came, always wearing a mask of kindness while saying rebellious words.

"This world should have been fair."

"This world is inherently unfair. If only those who have done wrong need to pay the price, what did my family and my patients do wrong? The mistake is mine. Xi He can just kill me. If being a family member is a mistake, then Qi Fei's mistake lies in the fact that he and Xi He were conceived in the same womb."

"I understand. Qi Fei is your ultimate revenge on Xi He. The goal of you letting me be born has never been Xi He, it's Qi Fei."

"Zhong Kui, this is your destiny. You can't get rid of it."

"Zhong Xiaoyu, you are the one who is the sickest. Omnipotent narcissism, God complex—you have them all."

"I know clearly who I am. Do you think I will care about these definitions and slanders after experiencing all this? So-called psychology, to me, is just another kind of superficial religion. I am my own god, and gods can sanction all evil."

"Don't forget that your body is under my control. Aren't you afraid that I will burn with you?"

"Guess why I gave all my pride to you. Your pride does not allow you to defeat me in such a cowardly way. Zhong Kui, take out all your fighting spirit, have a good fight with me and Xi He, and see if you can save the lover I gave you."

Zhong Kui pulled the curtains open with force, and the dazzling light shone in. Outside, the water was green and the mountains were blue, already in the appearance of early spring. The room was empty, and only Zhong Kui stood in the sunlight.

Unfortunately, this light could not dispel the gloom on her face.

"Zhong Xiaoyu, you are right. Then let's have a good time." Zhong Kui's bright red lips curled up, her eyes moving forward without hesitation.

The heavy rain washed the stained glass of the Nancheng Old Church into pieces, and seventeen silver-plated dressing mirrors hung upside down on the dome, the mirror surface refracting the shadows cast by the Gothic ribs. When Zhong Kui stepped into the nave, stepping on the accumulated water, she saw forensic doctor Xiao Tao take out the third female corpse from under the altar—the deceased was tied back into a fetal curled shape, covered with bone-white oil paint, forming a bizarre mirror image with the mottled statue of the Virgin Mary.

"The time of death seems to be at twelve o'clock. I don't know if it's noon or midnight." Xiao Tao looked at the watches on the hands of the two deceased, which were broken due to blocking, and the time was fixed around 12 o'clock. Qi Fei lifted the cordon, the light of his mobile phone screen illuminating the new stubble on his chin. "All three corpses are wearing polyester shirts from the 1980s, and the posture of death is exactly the same as recorded in the 1983 'Mirror Demon Case' file."

Zhong Kui's high heels clicked on the soaked blue bricks, and her fingertips wearing rubber gloves swept across the copper wires wrapped in the hair of the deceased: "The real performance art is here." She suddenly pulled away the wig behind the left ear of the corpse, and the dark red talisman script meandered on the scalp like blood vessels: "The Soul Suppressing Rune of the Ming Dynasty, but mixed with modern fluorescent agents."

The evidence department police officer suddenly exclaimed. Everyone looked up. The heavy rain stopped at some point, and the moonlight penetrated the mirror array on the dome to cast a huge inverted pentagram on the ground. At the intersection of the star rays, the fourth corpse in a kneeling posture appeared—the skeleton whose degree of decay clearly exceeded thirty years was wearing an old-fashioned uniform with the words "Nancheng Criminal Investigation" printed on it.

"Brother Fei..." Xiao Tao used tweezers to pick up the police badge in the skeleton's pocket, the metal numbers shining with a ghostly blue in the moonlight—this was a police number that everyone in the Nancheng Police Station knew, belonging to the police officer who had been missing for 42 years—Ye Ming. "We seem to have found the old Ye who went missing back then." ===== CHAPTER 152 =====