The Mystery of the Inner Demon

Chapter 129 Prayer
"The operation was performed earlier than Xiao Tao expected, 32 years ago. That means Huang Daqiu was only 16 years old at that time?" Qi Fei frowned as he looked at the date on the operation form.

"The good thing about being a celebrity is that you can find everything online!" Wu Shanqiu said, pulling out her phone. "Based on this time, Huang Daqiu should still be in middle school. He's from Yingjiang Middle School. This guy already had a child in middle school? Amazing."

"What's so great about that? His son is probably the murderer. I have to find out who this person is!" Qi Fei patted Wu Shanqiu's head lightly, then looked at the bustling night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window and said worriedly, "That happened over 30 years ago. I guess many of the people involved are already dead."

"It looks like a feud between father and son?" Wu Shanqiu muttered.

"Don't forget, the murderer first killed She Xiaohui and her son. If he was going to Huang Daqiu, why did he go to Jiangting Island..." Qi Fei immediately denied Wu Shanqiu's statement.

Zhong Kui came over slowly and said, "I think you should first find out why Huang Daqiu went to Jiangting Island."
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The corridor outside the ward echoed with the rustling sound of rubber soles scraping against the flooring. Every seven minutes, the officer on duty would peer through the observation window to check Ying Shuigen's vital signs. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of stale blood lodged in Qi Fei's nostrils like a blunt blade—he always felt it was Zhu Mingen's blood. Ever since the tragedy in the Nancheng Hospital morgue, the police hadn't dared to slack off for a single moment.

Qi Fei looked at the sleeping Ying Shuigen in confusion: "His wife and child are dead, and he's mute, yet he can still sleep so soundly. This guy is quite bold."

Zhong Kui shrugged and flicked his hair: "In his cognitive system, kinship is nothing more than a quantifiable risk weight."

Qi Fei walked forward and knocked on the headboard. Ying Shuigen opened his eyes sleepily. When he saw Zhong Kui, he struggled to get up and tried to salute the "great immortal" he trusted. He accidentally pulled the IV needle inserted in the back of his hand, and blood immediately seeped out from under the bandage.

Zhong Kui waved his hand casually, his voice lazy: "No need to be polite."

"How is the homework I assigned to you?" Qi Fei patted Ying Shuigen's fat shoulders.

Ying Shuigen was extremely humble after escaping death. When he heard Qi Fei's words, he immediately took out the notebook he had given him last time from under his pillow. The page was covered with densely packed words, all of which were names of people.

Qi Fei scratched his head: "I asked you to list the suspects, not all your clients."

Ying Shuigen made humming and ahing gestures.

"What the hell?" Qi Fei looked at him impatiently.

Zhong Kui's charming voice came from the side: "He said these are the objects of suspicion."

Ying Shuigen looked at Zhong Kui with worshipful eyes, as if he had found a life-saving straw, and nodded desperately, as if to say that this was what he meant.

Qi Fei dragged a stool over to Ying Shuigen's bedside, sat down, and said, "Most of your clients know that you're not at home on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, right? If they want to seek revenge on you, they couldn't have found a more appropriate time. Is there anyone among them who doesn't know your travel time?"

Ying Shuigen looked bewildered, as if to say that this was all he knew.

"We collected the DNA of another person at the scene. This person is Huang Daqiu's son. Did you know that Huang Daqiu has a son?" Qi Fei asked.

Ying Shuigen let out a "hmm?" sound from the bottom of his throat. This was probably the only sound he could make at the moment.

Zhong Kui's mind-reading ability came into play again: "You don't know."

Ying Shuigen nodded.

"That's very interesting. We asked Huang Daqiu's driver, and judging from the time, he received your money laundering contract at around 3:00 p.m. and changed his plan to go to Jiangting Island. But the murderer had already killed your wife and children on the island by then. The murderer couldn't have known that Huang Daqiu would come at this time. So, we know that the murderer's target was not Huang Daqiu. So..." Qi Fei's eyes fell on the list written by Ying Shuigen, "It can only be related to your family. However, there is one thing I can't understand: why did we find the DNA of Huang Daqiu's son in the snake's teeth?"

After hearing this, Ying Shuigen seemed to have thought of something and started gesturing with his hands again.

Zhong Kui looked at Qi Fei's indifference and spoke up for Ying Shuigen again: "Give him the paper and pen."

Ying Shuigen grabbed the paper and pen from Qi Fei's hand and began to write quickly.

There was a lot of writing on the paper. It turned out that Ying Shuigen and Huang Daqiu really knew each other because of fortune-telling. Ying Shuigen said that Huang Daqiu had a son, and Huang Daqiu believed it at once, so his relationship with Ying Shuigen became deeper and deeper.

During this period, Huang Daqiu asked about the whereabouts of his son many times. In fact, Ying Shuigen did not know how to tell fortunes at all. He said that he had a son because he saw a lot of news about Huang Daqiu's illegitimate child and made up stories.

I didn't expect that the blind cat would catch a dead mouse.

Qi Fei sneered: "You are right, he has a son, and he killed your wife and son."

As he spoke, he tapped the end of his pen against the iron bedside table.

"You didn't tell us that Huang Daqiu contacted you that day. What did he say to you?"

Ying Shuigen's eyes wandered when he heard this question, and Qi Fei saw that he was deliberately concealing something. His sallow fingers twisted the IV tube into a knot. The heartbeat on the monitor oscillated violently with the sound of footsteps changing shifts in the corridor, and his blood pressure jumped back and forth between 120/80 and 160/100.

"I won't beat around the bush." ​​Qi Fei flipped open the transcript, the paper scraping against the dropper of the saline solution bottle, making a rustling sound like a snake shedding its skin. "Whether you confess or not, the evidence is irrefutable that you helped Huang Daqiu launder money."

Ying Shuigen handed over his cell phone with trembling hands, a look of complete despair on his face.

Qi Fei took his phone and found Huang Daqiu among the densely packed contacts. The time of that unanswered message now seemed to be the beginning of the countdown of his life.

The one who didn't reply was not Ying Shuigen, but Huang Daqiu.

A copy of a Canaan Blessing Association purchase slipped from the pile of documents. The first party was Ying Shuigen's charity foundation, and the second party was a company called Nancheng Hongde Cultural Communication Co., Ltd. The various expensive instruments and amulets made the order ridiculously expensive. This content had nothing to do with Huang Daqiu, but Qi Fei knew it was evidence of successful money laundering.

According to Wu Chun's recollection, the content that Huang Daqiu repeatedly enlarged and looked at was this contract.

But why is this?

At this moment, Qi Fei seemed like Huang Daqiu that day. He enlarged and reduced the contract, looking at it again and again.

"Room 17, Building B, Jiasheng Center, 2109 Binjiang Road, Nancheng City." Wu Shanqiu came over and read the information on the contract. "It has Party B's address and phone number. Wouldn't it be better to just take the original contract and look at it?"

　I wish you happiness.

　　(End of this chapter)