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After Wu Yong and Zhao Gang were apprehended, Su Mu and Ye Qiu wasted no time in launching an in-depth investigation into the Xuanming Sect.
Inside the interrogation room, the harsh white light created a suffocating atmosphere. Wu Yong sat in the interrogation chair, his hands cuffed, yet his eyes gleamed with a manic defiance.
Despite Su Mu and Ye Qiu's relentless questioning, he remained tight-lipped, shrouding the purpose behind the Xuanming Sect's capture of Su Mu in secrecy. He muttered incoherently about the imminent revival of the Xuanming Sect, repeating phrases like "the Xuanming Light will surely reignite, and the Dark Sovereign is about to descend," sending chills down their spines but leaving them utterly baffled.
In contrast to Wu Yong's frenzied resistance, Zhao Gang appeared more "cooperative." He hung his head low, remorse etched on his face as he confessed to his crimes. However, when it came to discussing the internal details of the Xuanming Sect, he could only shake his head helplessly, his eyes reflecting confusion. It turned out that his understanding of the Xuanming Sect was superficial; he only knew that Wu Yong was his direct superior in this operation. As for the higher echelons and core objectives, he was completely in the dark.
This left the case at a standstill, as if they had walked into a dead end surrounded by fog with no way out. Su Mu and Ye Qiu returned to the police station with weary and heavy steps, exhausted yet unwilling to let their guard down. They sat once more at their cluttered desk, meticulously sorting through the intricate details of the case.
Flashes of past events raced through Su Mu's mind: Wang Qiang's eerie behavior in the operating room, his vacant eyes and uncontrollable trembling body, occasionally mumbling incomprehensible words; the bloody murder at the market, where a mysterious "sacrifice" was written in blood beside the victim—a horrifying sight that felt like a curse from hell.
Each clue pointed like arrows directly at the Xuanming Sect, yet the true machinations behind it all and why they were so intent on capturing him remained an insurmountable mountain before him—a riddle yet to be solved.
"Wang Qiang!" Su Mu suddenly slammed his hand on the table, scattering documents everywhere. He stood up abruptly, eyes shining with determination. "We need to go see Wang Qiang!"
Ye Qiu, who had been leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed in thought, was startled awake by this sudden outburst. He looked puzzled and asked, "Wang Qiang? Isn't he in a psychiatric hospital now? After that incident in the operating room, he completely broke down and is in a very unstable mental state. What can we possibly ask him?"
Furrowing his brows tightly, Su Mu paced back and forth in the room and replied firmly, "Exactly because of that, I believe he might hold crucial clues. He is currently the only one who had direct contact with the Xuanming Sect and survived. Even if he has lost his sanity, perhaps subconsciously he still retains some important information. We can't miss this opportunity."
The two immediately drove to the psychiatric hospital where Wang Qiang was held. Upon seeing him sitting vacantly in a corner, mumbling to himself with a clearly deteriorated mental state, they felt a surge of urgency.
Driven by their relentless pursuit of truth, Su Mu and Ye Qiu hurriedly arrived at the psychiatric hospital. As they stepped through the hospital doors, they were met with a mix of disinfectant smells and an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to silently narrate each patient's pain and struggle.
They headed straight for Wang Qiang's attending physician's office and gently knocked on the door.
The doctor was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, his expression slightly weary. Upon seeing the police and the doctor, he stood up to greet them. Su Mu got straight to the point, hoping the doctor could provide a detailed account of Wang Qiang's condition.
The doctor sighed softly, adjusting his glasses as he spoke slowly, "Since Wang Qiang was brought in, his condition has been quite concerning; he has remained in a state of mental disorientation. It's as if he is lost in his own mental labyrinth, unable to find an exit.
At times, without any warning, he suddenly becomes agitated, shouting in his ward and uttering incomprehensible phrases like 'You are all quacks' and 'I didn’t kill anyone.'
We have tried various treatment methods, but none have shown significant results. It seems as though his inner world is sealed off by a solid barrier."
"Quacks? Killing?" Su Mu exchanged a glance with Ye Qiu, a spark of realization passing between them. They keenly sensed that Wang Qiang might not truly be insane; these seemingly mad words could be hiding crucial clues.
Furrowing his brow in deep thought, Su Mu finally spoke softly, "I believe Wang Qiang's mental breakdown is not coincidental. The root lies in the immense psychological trauma caused by that 'medical accident' in the operating room.
Wang Qiang has always revered life and viewed saving lives as his lifelong mission. How could someone like him bear the heavy blow of a patient dying under his knife? There must be something more to this."
Ye Qiu nodded gently in agreement, "Exactly. It seems we need to find a breakthrough from Wang Qiang to unravel the knots in his heart; perhaps then we can get closer to the truth."
With that, the two stood up and headed towards Wang Qiang's hospital room. Inside, the light was dim, the curtains tightly drawn, with only a faint beam of light seeping through a crack to barely illuminate one corner of the room.
Wang Qiang was curled up in a corner like an injured creature, his gaze vacant and hollow as he stared blankly ahead, mumbling something incoherent under his breath.
Su Mu approached gently, crouching down beside him before slowly sitting down. He tried to keep his voice soft and soothing: "Wang Qiang, do you remember me? I am Su Mu."
Wang Qiang showed no reaction, remaining lost in his own world as if Su Mu didn't exist at all and hadn't heard him. But Su Mu did not give up; he knew that patience at this moment might be the key to unlocking the truth. He continued softly, "I know you’re hurting inside, but what happened is not your fault. It was Wu Yong; he set you up."
At the mention of "Wu Yong," it was as if an electric current surged through Wang Qiang's body. He jolted slightly, his previously vacant eyes slowly lifting as a flicker of confusion crossed them, as if he had been awakened from a chaotic dream.
Su Mu seized the moment and shared the news of Wu Yong and Zhao Gang's capture with Wang Qiang, detailing how Wu Yong had meticulously orchestrated events during the surgery, ultimately framing him for the crime. As Su Mu recounted the story, the lifeless gaze in Wang Qiang's eyes gradually regained a glimmer of hope and relief.
He finally understood that the true culprit behind the patient's death was not himself, but the deranged Wu Yong. The guilt and self-blame that had weighed heavily on his heart for so long crumbled like a mountain, and in an instant, he could no longer contain the flood of emotions surging within him. He buried his face in his hands and wept uncontrollably, his cries filled with the pain, injustice, and resentment he had endured for days.
Su Mu sat quietly beside him, gently patting his shoulder to offer silent comfort, allowing him to release all his pent-up negative emotions. He knew that at this moment, the long-awaited truth and vindication were the best medicine for Wang Qiang's wounded soul.
After crying, Wang Qiang seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his emotions gradually stabilized. He lifted his tear-streaked face to look at Su Mu, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Su Mu. Thank you... If it weren't for you, I might have lived my life trapped in that endless nightmare."
Su Mu smiled warmly, his lips curving upward. "You did nothing wrong; there's no need to thank me. Just rest well; everything will be alright."
After a brief pause, Su Mu took out an exquisite needle case from his bag, revealing neatly arranged silver needles. With skilled hands, he began to acupuncture Wang Qiang, each needle inserted with precision as if imbued with a magical power.
As the silver needles pierced his skin, Wang Qiang's expression gradually relaxed. His previously muddled mind began to clear up slowly; however, the harrowing experience still haunted him, fear flickering in his eyes from time to time.
To help him completely shake off the shadows of fear, Su Mu employed a unique acupuncture technique taught by his master, focusing intently on each insertion. This technique not only opened up meridians but also acted like sunlight dispelling darkness, illuminating even the darkest corners of one's heart. After the acupuncture session, Wang Qiang gently moved his body and felt a sense of lightness wash over him; his mental state improved significantly as a hint of vitality returned to his face.
Although Wang Qiang had forgotten crucial details related to Wu Yong and the Xuanming Sect due to his prolonged mental breakdown, it was enough for Su Mu at this point.
At least for now, he had successfully rescued a soul on the brink of being consumed by darkness, liberating Wang Qiang from the abyss of guilt and suffering. As for the mysterious Xuanming Sect lurking behind layers of fog, both Su Mu and Ye Qiu understood that their investigative journey would be long and arduous. Yet their conviction remained rock-solid; they believed that justice might be delayed but would never be absent. One day, the truth would emerge into the light of day, and all evil would have nowhere to hide.
With determined strides, Su Mu and Ye Qiu exited the psychiatric hospital. The sunlight bathed them in warmth, casting two resolute silhouettes as they set off toward their next battlefield in search of truth.
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