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Capítulo 14

Wang Taiyan seemed to feel no pain at all, and his movements remained calm, as if he were piercing someone else's stomach.

The air in the room was unusually heavy. Even Lu Kang fell silent, holding his breath as he witnessed the most cruel and bloody scene in the world. Wen Shan's mind was blank; all his senses and reactions were a million miles away from his body. All he could do seemed to be sit motionless, mechanically and stiffly watching the transition of the images.

When the stick hadn't penetrated two-thirds of the way in, Wang Taiyan suddenly exerted force and pulled horizontally, tearing his belly vertically. In an instant, the enormous internal organs inside spilled out, flowing onto the ground mixed with a viscous liquid bubbling with bright red blood and white fat.

Wenshan could no longer bear it. As if he could smell the strong stench emanating from the television screen, his stomach tightened in waves. Regardless of where he was, he bent over and began to vomit violently. Lu Kang reached out to gently pat his back, but Wenshan rudely pushed his hand away.

"Still want to watch?" Lu Kang asked him, seemingly mockingly, without a care in the world.

Wen Shan rushed out of the small room without looking back, and Lu Kang turned off the TV and followed him out.

Wenshan rushed to the water dispenser, and without even taking a cup, he started guzzling water from the tap.

"It's better not to watch anymore. The next part is about him taking out his kidney and putting it inside the zombie's stomach..."

"Stop talking—" Wenshan shouted hoarsely to stop him. But he choked on the water he hadn't swallowed and coughed violently.

Lu Kang crossed his arms and looked at Wen Shan's disheveled appearance with a complicated expression. At this moment, he regretted letting Wen Shan watch the video. He had not expected Wen Shan to have such a strong reaction.

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [23]: Wenshan coughed for a while, panting heavily, and it took him a while to calm down. He took the tissue Lu Kang handed him and slowly wiped the water droplets off his face.

“No matter what, this matter is over, and you won’t be bothered with anymore,” Lu Kang said, looking at him.

Wenshan didn't look at him, walked to the chair, sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"If you need, I can give you a copy of the tape I recorded of Zhao Fenqiang."

“No need—” Wenshan said with a gloomy face.

"Well—" Lu Kang shrugged and said, "Whatever."

Wenshan took one drag of his cigarette after another, as if only the smoke could calm the turmoil within him. Indeed, he calmed down considerably after finishing one cigarette, but he still lit another one.

When the second cigarette was halfway through, Wenshan spoke up, "You planned all of this all along, didn't you?"

"What plan?" Lu Kang asked deliberately.

"All those theories you told me about the old Scottish man were fucking lies, weren't they? You actually knew all along that zombies really exist in this world, didn't you? So you've been using me to conduct experiments for your research, haven't you?" Wenshan seemed aggressive.

"Yes, and not entirely."

"fart."

“Hehe, farting is too simple, this matter is much more complicated,” Lu Kang didn’t care about Wen Shan’s swearing. He understood Wen Shan’s feelings at this moment. “If you really want to hear it, I will tell you slowly.”

"I'm listening, go ahead and tell me."

"Well, I really don't know where to begin. Why don't you ask me and I'll answer?"

“Okay,” Wenshan quickly agreed, “Feng Xinhua’s possession of my body has nothing to do with the blood transfusion, right?”

"Yes, it can possess anyone's body, as long as that person is asleep."

Why didn't you tell me in the first place?

"At first I wasn't sure, and I didn't know why it was possessing me."

"When did you make that certainty?"

“From the day we went to his house and found out his wife was gone, I became suspicious. I also suspected that the theft of the body you mentioned was very likely done by Feng himself. Otherwise, what use would someone else have for his body? He walked back home on his own, hid his body after returning home, and sent a dream to his wife and son to return to their hometown. He wanted to wait quietly until the missing organs were found. I thought that the body was safest if it was hidden in his house, where no one would think of it. That's why I said earlier that I knew his soul would return to its own home after sending you home, and that it would take its body to find all the missing organs.”

"Then why did it specifically target me?"

"I think it knows you're a policeman and would find it easier to find organs if you help it. Actually, it's based on my mentor's theory that a soul can't accomplish anything without a body; it always needs a body."

"Wouldn't it be easier for it to directly attack Zhao Fenqiang's body?"

“That won’t do. Once it’s inside Zhao’s body, it can’t get anything out of Zhao. It needs to get things out of Zhao’s mouth. Actually, the soul and the mind are the same. They don’t know more than when they’re alive. Many things still need to be investigated.”

"Was it something you deliberately arranged for me to be possessed last night? I wasn't asleep at the time."

“Yes,” Lu Kang said frankly, “I put a sedative in the lemon water you drank before you left. I had to induce it to take hold of you, otherwise it would be useless to me even if you got the truth. What I need is a documentary about the soul’s actions. And doing this will benefit all three parties.”

What do you mean by "benefiting all three parties"?

"My purpose is self-evident, and you have obtained the evidence you sought. There is also Feng Xinhua. You know what Feng Xinhua wants, but do you know that if I don't do that, Feng Xinhua will not achieve his goal?"

"Why?"

"Can't you imagine? If you get the evidence and Wang Taiyan is arrested, how will Feng Xinhua find his organs? First of all, his own body can't be put in prison. So, Feng Xinhua doesn't want you to catch Wang Taiyan; he just wants you to find him."

Wenshan fell silent; he had to admit that Lu Kang's analysis made some sense.

"So, how do you think you can track it? What is your tracker?"

"This all started with the story I told you. Didn't I mention that my mentor died and a few of us classmates wanted to communicate with him through spirit communication? At the time, I was in charge of watching the tracking device. Although we didn't succeed in communicating with him, I noticed a strange phenomenon. For a period of time, the blue dot on the tracking device in my hand was jumping around a lot, while the classmates in charge of communicating with him didn't move at all. So I thought about it for a long time. Although I didn't figure it out, I made a bold hypothesis: when the soul's essence and spirit are concentrated to a certain degree, it will affect radio waves like a magnetic field."

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [24]: Until the day before yesterday when you also had a psychic session, I specially brought an extra tracking device and placed it behind the white cloth. The result confirmed my guess: Feng's energy and spirit were very concentrated, so the tracking device was also particularly noticeable.

"So you started planning last night's actions right then and there, right?"

"Yes."

Are you so sure that Feng's soul will be under your control?

"I wasn't sure at first, but when you told me that it took you back to the scene of your dying moment on the operating table, I became certain. At the same time, I also became certain of my conjecture that the soul can freely enter anyone's body."