Blood Handprint - Chapter 12
Wenshan's mouth was a little dry because he had just drunk some alcohol, so he said, "Okay, it would be best to add some ice."
"Then I'll add another slice of lemon for you."
After preparations were complete, the two set off. It was already past 11 p.m. Since it was in the suburbs, there weren't many people around the hospital. When they arrived near the hospital dormitory building, Lu Kang told Wen Shan to get out of the car and walk in, while he stayed in the car to listen in through the receiver.
Wenshan stood on the road, feeling a slight chill from the evening breeze. He looked up at the night sky and silently prayed that he could be free after tonight.
After praying, Wenshan began to imagine the scene in his dream: an empty passage, nothing at all, and he kept walking and walking, his body light, his steps light, his eyes slightly open, and his expression solemn.
As Wenshan imagined it, he slowly walked towards the building.
Magpie Bridge Fairy
Reply [20]: When he was almost at the building, Wenshan felt a little dizzy, probably because he was too focused on his imagination. His steps became unsteady. He saw a tree by the roadside and walked over to lean on it to steady his steps.
Wenshan's thoughts became increasingly blurred. In his hazy state, he found the tree trunk and leaned against it.
After an unknown amount of time, Wenshan felt himself moving again, his steps mechanical. The surroundings were empty, and there seemed to be some light ahead, but he couldn't tell what it was. He just kept moving forward with each step.
As he drew closer, he saw the window—the one on the third floor. It wasn't visible from the apartment building; he could only see a window with half a curtain hanging down. But he didn't stop walking; he continued towards the window.
Wenshan saw that face again, a pale and distorted face, with terrified eyes staring intently at him, and he stared intently at that distorted face in return.
Just then, a voice buzzed in my ear, "Quickly—tell—who—you—gave—it—to—?"
"Who exactly are you? Who are you?" The face kept twitching.
“Give me back—my—
"Who exactly are you? Who are you?" The face kept twitching.
"Give me back my kidney!" The faint voice suddenly became as shrill and piercing as a sharp knife tip scraping against glass.
"It's not here with me, it's not here with me—" the face cried out in despair.
“Where—are you? Say it—” The voice was so sharp it seemed to shatter the air.
"It was...it was...Director Wang who made me do it...He needs a kidney transplant...It was him...it was all him. He hired someone to kick you downstairs, and then had me take your kidney for him. He arranged for it to be sent to a private clinic in Hong Kong immediately for the transplant...Please forgive me...My son got into trouble, he...he forced me to do it."
"What—Director—Wang—?" The shrill voice returned to its low, gloomy tone, sending chills down one's spine.
"It's...it's Wang...Wang Taiyan from the Public Security Bureau...Waaah...please spare me, go find him..." The face, already devoid of color, suddenly rolled its eyes back and disappeared from Wenshan's sight.
ten
The morning sunlight streaming through the window startled Wenshan awake, beginning with his eyes. He dazedly stared blankly for a while, waiting for his mind and body to fully awaken.
When he was fully awake, he suddenly jumped up. He remembered his plan with Lu Kang last night, but then he remembered nothing more. Where was he?
Wenshan looked around and realized he was in his own home. "When did I get back? How did I get back?" he wondered, but he couldn't remember any of it.
Wenshan rushed to the bathroom and rinsed his head with cold water, then wiped his hair while trying to recall what he could remember.
He got out of Lu Kang's car and walked towards the residential building. And then? He imagined a sleepwalking scenario, imagined... No, later he seemed to actually enter that empty passage again. It wasn't an imagination; he had actually allowed Feng Xinhua's soul to possess his body again.
And then... he saw a face... they were talking... Feng Xinhua's kidney... Director Wang... Wang Taiyan... Yes! It was him. That face told him that Feng Xinhua's stolen kidney had been transplanted into Wang Taiyan's body!
"Oh no!" Wen Shan exclaimed inwardly, quickly throwing down the towel in his hand and rushing out the door towards Lu Kang's office.
On the way home, he thought to himself that he must have been possessed by Feng Xinhua again last night. Following his usual sleepwalking habit, he went straight home without informing Lu Kang, who was waiting in the car. Lu Kang must be getting impatient; he probably doesn't know that Feng Xinhua's kidney was transplanted into Wang Taiyan's body. And the murderer is Wang Taiyan; no wonder the police chief is interfering with him—he's definitely someone with connections. But this time, you can't escape. Thinking this, Wen Shan quickly touched the black boxes he'd worn around his waist yesterday. They were still there; now he felt relieved.
Wenshan rushed into Lu Kang's office and saw Lu Kang sitting at his desk writing furiously. He excitedly shouted to him, "Lu Kang, Lu Kang, we found him! It's Wang Taiyan, and he's the murderer too!"
Lu Kang calmly looked up at him, then buried himself in his writing again.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Shan asked, puzzled by Lu Kang's indifferent reaction as he untied the small box from his body.
"There's a newspaper over there today, take a look yourself," Lu Kang said without looking up.
Wenshan walked over with suspicion, picked up the newspaper, and the headline on the front page made him gasp.
Police Chief Mysteriously Found Dead in Garden; Stolen Male Corpse Found Nearby
Wenshan quickly glanced at the contents, which said that Wang Taiyan died last night in the garden downstairs from his home, next to a male corpse that had disappeared more than half a month ago. Both corpses had their abdomens cut open.
"What's going on?" Wenshan asked anxiously, holding the newspaper.
Lu Kang stood up with a relaxed expression, walked to Wen Shan's side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Wen Shan, you slept well last night. You look great today. You know what? I haven't closed my eyes yet." To match his words, he even rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Tell me quickly, what happened? Who killed Wang Taiyan? Do you know? What did you see last night?" Wenshan suddenly bombarded him with a series of questions.
Magpie Bridge Fairy
Reply [21]: "Do you want to know what happened after you met Zhao Fentu last night?"
"Of course, what do you know? Tell me quickly."
“Alright, let me tell you something first. This wasn’t reported in the newspaper, but Zhao Fentu has gone mad. He was scared mad by you, haha. Well, it’s not so much you, but Feng Xinhua. Come on, let’s go to the inner room. I’ll show you something. I spent all night taking pictures of it last night. It’s a pity that the Nobel Prize doesn’t have a psychiatry category, but I could compete for the medicine prize.” Lu Kang couldn’t hide his smugness as he said this.
Wenshan was stunned by what was happening before his eyes, and like a puppet, he followed Lu Kang into another door of the office.
This is a small room without windows, containing two sofas and a large-screen TV in the center.