Chapter 20: Final Chapter

Inside the concert hall, the symphonic melody swirled like a brilliant golden storm, sweeping every corner.

The piece entered its finale, and all instruments at this moment burst into the most stirring, most magnificent ensemble, the brass sounding a charging fanfare, the strings drawing a rain‑like rapid passage, each note filled with a sense of destiny.

The entire hall trembled within this grand music.

Meanwhile, the hillside villa.

That fortress symbolizing wealth and power had at this moment already become the deepest inferno.

The "person" with a hollow chest floated silently right in the center.

The Cavity Person ignored the surrounding police brandishing guns, yet its body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

The Cavity Person ignored the white‑haired professor who lay on the ground, continuously muttering "Impossible".

Its hollow, pupil‑less eyes stared rigidly at a single target.

The culprit—Li Zhenhu—lay limp on the ground, excreting both feces and urine, emitting a foul stench.

It stepped forward slowly.

Each step stepped on the already severed nerves of the crowd.

"Fire!!"

An old detective in charge of on‑site command broke free from the extreme shock and let out a hoarse roar in panic.

"Open fire freely!!"

The order is a tonic!

Professional instinct temporarily overwhelmed fear, and the police shouted, pouring all their panic onto the triggers!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dense gunfire exploded wildly inside the villa, the muzzle flames linking in the darkness into a deadly fire net, countless bullets whistled toward that ghostly figure!

However.

The bullets passed through its illusory body.

They raised not a ripple.

Only on the expensive wall behind him did grotesque bullet holes remain, with plaster and wood splintering everywhere.

Technology, force, everything humanity prides itself on, at this moment seemed so ridiculous, so powerless.

Boom—!

Outside the window, a ghastly white lightning ripped the night sky, followed immediately by deafening thunder!

Heavy rain hammered the floor‑to‑ceiling windows madly, forming twisted water streaks, and the whole world trembled with the thunder.

Li Zhenhu rolled and crawled, running toward the stairs like a madman, trying to escape this devil!

He ran.

He fell.

He got up again.

The Cavity Person simply watched him quietly, following at an unhurried pace.

Finally, Li Zhenhu was tripped by the carpet at the Stairway Entrance, falling heavily to the ground, unable to rise again.

He turned back in terror.

The ghostly figure with a huge hole in its chest already stood before him.

A cold, otherworldly resentment slammed into his face.

The phantom slowly lifted its illusory, cold hand.

Hoo... Hoo hoo...

Li Zhenhu widened his eyes in terror, a wind‑leaking sound coming from his throat; he wanted to beg for mercy, to repent, yet could not utter a single complete syllable.

Under the stunned, horrified, worldview‑shattering gazes of all the police inside the villa.

The Cavity Person's hand, unhindered, pierced Li Zhenhu's chest.

It did not extract a physical heart.

Instead, its five fingers spread, then snapped shut, making an upward "pull" motion!

Boom!!!

Outside, another lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the villa as bright as daylight!

It also lit Li Zhenhu's face, utterly twisted by extreme fear!

The next second.

Li Zhenhu's body jolted violently, as if all his bones were drawn out, instantly collapsing into limpness.

In his wide, open eyes, all spirit and vitality vanished in an instant.

Inside the concert hall.

The final brilliant note fell, lingering in the air for a long time before finally sinking into silence.

The conductor turned gracefully, faced the audience, and bowed deeply.

After a death‑like silence, the hall erupted in thunderous applause.

【Gained 'Karma': 1200】

A line of deep‑blue subtitles quietly appeared in Chu Che's field of view.

The smile at the corner of his mouth grew ever warmer and perfect.

And in Qin Zhixia's earpiece, the previously chaotic gunfire, roars, and heartbeat had long since vanished.

In their place was a death‑like quiet.

And......

Wu Gong's voice, filled with endless shock, bewilderment and trembling, almost out of tune.

"... Target... confirmed dead."

These few characters, as if wielding boundless magic, rang out like a bomb in Qin Zhixia's mind!

She could no longer maintain that cold, composed mask.

She sprang up from her seat!

The huge commotion drew shocked glances from the surrounding audience.

But she could no longer care about that.

She didn't even glance at the man beside her who still wore a perfect smile, went berserk, pushed through the crowd, and burst out of the concert hall!

Leaving a sea of bewildered, astonished gazes.

Chu Che watched Qin Zhixia's frantic retreat, watching the hem of her skirt, which looked a bit disheveled from her haste.

The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

He elegantly rose, smoothing his perfectly unwrinkled collar, like a flawless gentleman who had just enjoyed an opera, and, unhurriedly, walked out of the theater.

The police siren wailed.

Qin Zhixia drove, speeding all the way, flooring the accelerator.

When she arrived at the hillside villa, she was rooted to the spot by the scene before her.

Cold rain continued to fall, a dozen police cars haphazardly parked at the villa's entrance, red and blue flashing lights flickered in the rainy night, casting a pallid glow on everyone's faces.

She rushed into the villa.

A foul stench of blood, gunpowder and urine assaulted her nose.

The living room was a mess.

But what made her heart stop was the colleagues who were supposed to be the city's guardians.

They were neither investigating the scene, nor treating the wounded, nor maintaining order.

They simply... stood or sat there, dazed.

Like puppets whose souls had been pulled out.

"Ban Shou" slumped in front of his equipment, his eyes vacant as he stared at the row of screens that had turned into snow.

Several battle‑hardened veteran detectives leaned against the corner, their gazes hollow, still gripping their guns tightly, yet their fingers trembled incessantly.

The young officer who had shot and wounded Xiao Zhang curled up in the corner, clutching his head, his body shaking like a sieve, emitting meaningless whimpers.

Professor Chen sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa, his face—once a symbol of wisdom and reason—now reduced to gray defeat and bewilderment.

Everyone seemed to have endured a long, terrifying nightmare and had not yet woken up.

The order they protected with their lives, the faith and science they had upheld all their lives, were torn to pieces tonight by a ghostly figure with a gaping hole in its chest.

Qin Zhixia's gaze finally fell on the center of the villa.

Li Zhenhu's corpse lay there, its death expression terrified, and the forensic doctor could not find any wound.

Nearby the corpse, Xiao Zhang lay in a pool of blood, with several medical staff performing emergency rescue, but the continuously spouting blood and the faint fluctuations on the cardiac monitor both portended ill omen.

Qin Zhixia's body swayed.

She felt her world collapse along with everyone inside this villa.