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Chapter 64: Fateful Path (Part Twenty-Three)
In the dark corner at the turn of the stairs, I found Li Luwen. She was wrapped in a quilt by her mother, curled up on the ground, looking like a living corpse—breathing, with a heartbeat and normal pulse. I picked up Li Luwen in my arms and returned to the patient room. The wind outside had picked up, and soon it began to drizzle.
The rain fell harder, bringing a sense of melancholy and confusion.
As I carried Li Luwen back to the ward, a text message arrived on my phone, delayed in its arrival.
At first glance, I was taken aback. Wasn't this the same unfamiliar number that had messaged me several times before? Now it seemed less unfamiliar; it belonged to Han Lan. I had no idea how she got my phone number, and I wasn't in the mood to investigate that right now. Instead, I was stunned by the message she sent.
The sound of raindrops tapping against the windowpane echoed like the tides at dusk, washing over my heart in waves. Qin Jian, as a police officer, stood quietly by the window, his deep gaze fixed on the city shrouded in misty rain. The light under the dark clouds became incredibly ambiguous, and combined with the relentless sound of rain outside, it created an almost suffocating atmosphere.
"Did you know all along that Mi didn't die from a simple accident?"
I walked over to the window. My question seemed to interrupt someone's thoughts. He slowly turned his head to look at me and then at Li Luwen on the hospital bed. With a heavy sigh, he said, "Do you think I'm a god who knows everything? If I were a god, why would I need your help? It would be much easier to go solo. I'm just sentimental about some things..."
"The murderer isn't Han Lan, but her involvement in Mi's death is undeniable. That kite was tampered with by Dengke Qi, deliberately leading Mi to the intersection where Yin Qi was strongest. Han Lan provided Mi's birth date—Ba Zi—and now she’s begging for my forgiveness..." My voice choked up; my nose felt sour, and tears welled up in my eyes.
Qin Jian spoke with a tone of self-reproach, "Go ahead and scold me! If I hadn't agreed to take Mi out, she wouldn't have gotten into trouble."
I ignored his guilt and turned back to Qin Jian regarding Han Lan's text message. "This can serve as evidence. What do we do about Han Lan? Although she's not the murderer, she's an accomplice who indirectly caused Mi's death."
"Boss, we need evidence to make arrests. Dengke Qi is dead; there's no proof from Han Lan. How am I supposed to explain this to my superiors? How do I write a report on Mi's mysterious death?"
I fell silent; I knew exactly what Qin Jian meant. In our line of work, everything hinges on evidence. The cunning Dengke Qi used Evil Arts to harm others. During that time, I had been preoccupied with other matters and overlooked Mi's safety.
I bear a heavy responsibility for Mi's death.
My heart aches with a profound pain; this is the second time I have felt such deep sorrow. As a Mortician, I understand Mystical Arts and have gradually become proficient, helping countless people and spirits, yet I failed to fulfill the protective duty that a man should uphold.
Mi was my woman, but I was distracted by other matters and did not notice the danger approaching her, leading to her untimely demise. After the incident, I threw myself into work, fearing to be alone in that small room, afraid that if I paused for even a moment, thoughts of Mi would overwhelm me. Her poised, elegant smile constantly flickered before my eyes.
As I was about to leave the hospital room, Qin Jian suddenly asked, "Will you forgive her?"
"That's not possible. From now on, Han Lan has nothing to do with me," I replied in a tone as cold as thirty degrees below zero. Just as I reached the door, someone entered. Looking up, our eyes met. "I was just about to leave; do you need something?"
I thought she must have rushed over for an urgent matter. Stepping back into the room, I noticed that Qin Jian had also turned to look at Chi Xinrong at the entrance.
Chi Xinrong wore a joyful expression and said cheerfully, "Hi! I'm here to tell you that Sha Hong is fine now. It's quite strange—she was inexplicably unconscious and now has inexplicably woken up."
"Well, that's expected," I replied as I continued toward the exit. Suddenly, Li Luwen's Mother fell to her knees with a thud, pleading, "Please save her! You must help her..."
Qin Jian and Chi Xinrong were taken aback and looked at Li Luwen's Mother simultaneously. Qin Jian bent down to help her up. "Auntie, please get up. Ma Qi will help you; there's no need to worry."
"I'm going to see Sha Hong now. There’s a barrier set up here; humans can come and go freely, but evil beings or those carrying Evil Energy cannot enter."
Qin Jian understood my intentions regarding Sha Hong's room and remained silent as she moved closer to me. "I'll go too."
Chi Xinrong hesitated for a moment, glancing at Li Luwen's Mother before looking at Li Luwen and finally saying, "What about Li Luwen? What should we do?"
"She is not in immediate danger; it's just that Hua Lu has passed away, and she has to deal with it." I said this to everyone present, then turned seriously to Li Luwen's Mother and added, "Auntie, please remain calm. If anything happens, I will resolve it immediately."
When I spoke to her, there was a complex look in her eyes, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, glancing quickly at Chi Xinrong and Qin Jian. She nodded symbolically, indicating that she understood my words. Li Luwen's Mother's reaction was something I had anticipated; I always felt that Li Luwen was not simply being bullied out of resentment—there must be some hidden truth yet to be revealed.
Now that her soul is sealed within the vessel, it will not pose a threat to Sha Hong, which is why Sha Hong was able to wake up in time.
This was also an unexpected stroke of luck on my part. Initially, I only intended to protect Li Luwen from external malevolent forces, but I didn't expect that it would also serve to preserve her soul and indirectly prevent Sha Hong's condition from worsening.
Sha Hong remained in the intensive care unit, and Chi Xinrong needed to observe her further, so she had not been moved. This was one of the privileges of being a doctor. Listening to Qin Jian, Sha Hong seemed to be suffering from paranoid delusions, fixating on her food during meals and feeling as if hands were trying to grab her while bathing. Her family couldn't see her belongings, yet there were countless instances of someone trying to pass through walls—a terrifying woman with disheveled hair.
There was an even stranger rumor that emerged from Zhang Xian. She claimed to have a deity named Lu Dongbin, stating that anyone who mistreated or bullied Li Luwen would die. I wondered what kind of trickery this was; as for Lu Dongbin, I might as well mention Zhang Guo Lao.
I thought that Hua Lu must have experienced these terrifying illusions that left him shocked for life; his suicide had nothing to do with that so-called Lu Dongbin. However, Sha Hong's situation was different; her symptoms resembled sleepwalking—she seemed oblivious to the world around her. It was as if she were the only person left in existence, seeing things that others could not and experiencing horrifying sights that ordinary people could hardly bear. As an obstetrician, going through all this without being able to tell anyone or alarming others was frightening; the fear of losing face could leave one utterly terrified.
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