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Ye Qiu quickly reached out to various contacts who had been involved in the medical incident concerning Wang Qiang. One of these colleagues was Li Wei, who had since been transferred to another department. When Li Wei received Ye Qiu's call, he was somewhat surprised, as it had been several years since the case occurred.
"Captain Ye, why are you suddenly inquiring about this case? Have there been any new developments?" Li Wei asked, puzzled.
Ye Qiu succinctly recounted the bizarre murder that had recently taken place at the market, detailing the discovery of a note with the word "sacrifice" on it. He emphasized the striking similarities between the death of the recent victim and that of Wang Qiang's previous patient.
Li Wei listened quietly to Ye Qiu's account. After a moment of silence, his tone grew more serious. "To be honest, Captain Ye, when we handled that patient's death back then, I also felt that something about it seemed odd and suspicious. However, all the evidence pointed directly to Wang Qiang. Given that situation, we could only conclude the case according to the law."
"Do you remember the specific symptoms of that patient? Were there any other suspicious details?" Su Mu asked earnestly, her bright eyes fixed on Li Wei as if trying to glean useful clues from his expression.
Li Wei furrowed his brow, trying hard to recall the details from that time. After a while, he slowly began to speak. "I remember that the autopsy report indicated the patient's organ failure occurred at an unusually rapid rate, far exceeding normal limits.
Moreover, an unidentified toxin was detected in the patient's body. Strangely enough, despite extensive investigations, we could never determine the source of this toxin."
He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued, "As for other suspicious aspects... let me think. Ah! I remember that the patient's family was particularly agitated; they were practically furious.
They firmly believed that Wang Qiang's negligence led to their loved one's death. Their anger and despair were quite memorable. To make matters worse, we later received a threatening letter!"
"A threatening letter?!" Su Mu and Ye Qiu exclaimed simultaneously, their faces reflecting disbelief.
"Yes, it was indeed a threatening letter," Li Wei nodded and continued. "The patient's family came to us with that letter, claiming someone warned them not to pursue this matter further or they would face serious consequences. However, despite our best efforts to investigate, we could never trace the sender or determine whether this threat was directly related to the patient's death."
"This is truly baffling and perplexing!" Ye Qiu frowned deeply, his face filled with confusion and concern. "The fact that the family received such a horrifying threat clearly indicates there is a mysterious and powerful force at play here aimed at preventing them from digging deeper into this incident. Could it be that Wang Qiang's medical accident was not an isolated incident but rather a carefully orchestrated conspiracy?"
At that moment, Su Mu suddenly had a bold idea flash through her mind. "Ye Qiu, I think we should shift our investigation towards the patient's family and ask them about their specific memories regarding that threatening letter. We might uncover other suspicious clues from their accounts."
This brand new idea struck like a lightning bolt, instantly illuminating the case that had been shrouded in fog. Su Mu and Ye Qiu exchanged glances, both able to sense a flicker of excitement and anticipation in each other's eyes—as if the moment of unveiling the truth was drawing ever closer.
"Time waits for no one; we can't afford to delay any longer!" Ye Qiu declared decisively, without hesitation. "I will contact the patient's family immediately to gather more crucial information as soon as possible." With that, he turned and hurried away.
Su Mu nodded gently in agreement with Ye Qiu's decision and replied, "Alright, then I will head to Wang Qiang's home right away to check on his current condition. Perhaps I can uncover some important clues." As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly set off in the direction of Wang Qiang's house.
The two parted ways. Ye Qiu drove to the address of the patient's family and, after some twists and turns, finally found the patient's wife, a middle-aged woman named Lin Mei. The lines on Lin Mei's face bore witness to the passage of time; it was evident that her husband's death a few years ago had taken a heavy toll on her.
"Officer, what do you want this time?" Lin Mei looked at Ye Qiu warily, her tone tinged with unease.
Ye Qiu explained his purpose gently and cautiously brought up the threatening letter from years ago. Upon hearing the words "threatening letter," Lin Mei's face turned pale instantly, and her body trembled slightly.
"That... that letter... I... I burned it..." Lin Mei stammered, her body shaking as her lips quivered uncontrollably. Even her voice came out in broken fragments, laced with tremors. At that moment, her eyes were filled with terror, as if she had witnessed something horrifying.
"Please, don't ask me anymore; I really don't know anything..." Lin Mei said while backing away, trying to distance herself from him. Her hands were tightly clasped together, knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Watching Lin Mei panic-stricken, Ye Qiu felt increasingly certain that a huge secret lay hidden within her words. He took a deep breath and tried to soften his tone. "Ms. Lin, please don’t be afraid. I understand how you feel right now, but believe me—only by uncovering the truth can your late husband find peace."
After hearing Ye Qiu's words, Lin Mei fell silent for a long time. During this period, the room was so quiet it felt oppressive; only their faint breaths and Lin Mei's occasional sobs could be heard.
Finally, it seemed she had made up her mind. Slowly lifting her head, she opened her mouth and said, "I... I remember the letter said that if we continued to investigate my husband's cause of death, something terrible would happen..."
"Something terrible? What kind of terrible thing are we talking about?" Ye Qiu quickly pressed for more details, fearing he might miss any crucial information.
However, Lin Mei simply shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks once more. "I don't remember... I was so scared at the time that I didn't pay attention... I only recall... the letter seemed to have a single word... 'Ritual'..."
Meanwhile, Su Mu arrived at Wang Qiang's dilapidated apartment on the outskirts of the city, feeling heavy-hearted and anxious. The apartment appeared worn by time, with peeling walls and a chaotic surrounding environment.
As soon as he stepped through the door, a strong, musty odor assaulted his senses, making him feel nauseous. There was Wang Qiang, curled up on a tattered sofa, his hair a tangled mess resembling a bird's nest, his face dirty and haggard. His eyes were devoid of life, staring blankly ahead as if he had lost his soul, showing extreme indifference to everything around him.
Su Mu took a deep breath and steadied himself before explaining the purpose of his visit to Wang Qiang. However, Wang Qiang seemed oblivious to Su Mu's words, continuing to stare vacantly into space without any reaction, not even blinking.
With no other option, Su Mu sighed softly and took out several photographs from his folder, carefully laying them out in front of Wang Qiang. These photos depicted the bizarre death of a victim from the market and a patient that Wang Qiang had once treated.
"Doctor Wang, please take a good look at these two individuals. Don't you think their manner of death bears an astonishing resemblance?" Su Mu pointed out the details in the photographs, his tone serious.
At first, Wang Qiang remained motionless, as if he had turned to stone. But gradually, it seemed as if some mysterious force compelled him to lower his head and focus on the photos.
When his gaze fell upon the eerily similar death scenes in the two photographs, a flicker of terror suddenly crossed his previously vacant eyes. It was as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves.
Then, Wang Qiang abruptly lifted his head, his lips trembling uncontrollably as a low whimper escaped his throat, as if he wanted to convey some crucial information. Yet ultimately, aside from his rapid breathing, he could not utter a single word.
At that moment, an eye-catching character "Ritual" mysteriously appeared on the wall beside them, glaring red as if written in blood. This sudden symbol seemed like an invisible rope tying together what had initially appeared to be unrelated clues.
Witnessing this scene made Su Mu's heart skip a beat; an ominous premonition surged within him. Ye Qiu standing nearby also wore a grave expression, beads of sweat forming on his forehead without him realizing it. Clearly, both of them understood that they were inching closer to an incredibly terrifying truth—one that was likely far darker and more horrifying than they had initially imagined...
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