The Mystery of the Inner Demon

Chapter 179 Weak Body
"Brother Fei, the news from the hospital is that Cui Nian can be discharged." Wu Shanqiu hung up the phone and said to Qi Fei and Han Hua who were sitting diagonally opposite.

"So soon?" Qi Fei looked at the calendar on the table. It had only been two weeks since the incident in the Nanling Maze.

Wu Shanqiu pursed her lips and said, "What's that old saying in Nancheng? Madmen never die, but fools get better quickly, haha."

Cui Nian's hands and feet were shackled. He was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed into the interrogation room by a police officer.

There were many more people in the observation room than before.

As a major case spanning more than 40 years for the Nancheng Police Station, it is undoubtedly extremely exciting that the murderer was finally arrested.

Through the one-way glass, all eyes were on the old man with gauze covering his eyes in the interrogation room.

The man who portrayed himself as an evil god was, in reality, nothing more than a weak body of flesh and blood.

"Click", as the buckle closed, the wheelchair was locked in front of the interrogation table.

Cui Nian sat upright, and he hadn't said a word since he regained consciousness.

No one knows what he is thinking.

"Qi Fei, from the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Nancheng Police Station, you are under investigation for suspected intentional homicide. You must answer our questions truthfully. According to procedure, we need to verify your basic identity information. What's your name?"

"Cui Nian." The voice coming from the depths of his dry throat was like the whimper of an old dog. It was completely different from the voice Qi Fei heard when he first met him.

"What was your former name?" Qi Fei added a question.

There was silence on the other side, and the old head with white hair drooped.

Qi Fei did not urge him, but just waited quietly.

The interrogation room was so quiet that only Cui Nian's heavy breathing could be heard. His dry and chapped lips were unable to utter those three words.

Qi Fei's voice rang out: "Cui Nianbai." The name was like an electric current that struck Cui Nian's body, shaking him all over and causing the wheelchair he was sitting in to creak. "We found the underground altar in Dongji Town, and there we found Bai Yunzhi's remains."

Qi Fei's words were so powerful that Cui Nian suddenly raised his drooping head, and the empty eye sockets behind the gauze twitched.

"Yes, we all know. According to the time of Bai Yunzhi's death, you were only a ten-year-old child at that time. Rather than saying that you are the murderer of this case, it is more likely that you are the only witness. Who killed her?" Qi Fei said, pushing the evidence bag containing the pocket watch to Cui Nian's hand.

Through the plastic film, Cui Nian felt the shape of the pocket watch. The shackles on his hands made a continuous knocking sound against the table because of his trembling.

"If... I mean if... I knew that God intended to give me a happy second half of my life, everything would be different."

The only response to Cui Nian was silent questioning.

His hand fondly traced the outline of the pocket watch and he sighed deeply, "I know you tried so hard to save me, just because you wanted to know the truth. Fine, I'll tell you.

My father thought I didn't understand anything, but actually I remembered everything.

When I was ten years old, I followed my mother and took a bus for a whole day to reach the beach of Dongji. At that time, Dongji was just a virgin land where the foundation was being built. My father lived in the fishing village all year round for this project and seldom went home.

My mother and I arrived at my father's house with a lot of luggage.

It was a simple bungalow with a five or six square meter studio outside and a bedroom inside that was so small that it could only accommodate a bed. The whole house was filled with the stench of rotten seafood, which made me feel nauseous.

That night, I was woken up by the quarrel outside.

Even at home in Nancheng, they rarely quarreled.

However, at the age of ten, I could already understand what they were arguing about.

"That's because of me, because of a passage of scripture I scribbled down..." As he spoke, he began to recite, as if possessed. His sobbing voice echoed throughout the interrogation room, sending chills down anyone's spine. The handcuffs slammed heavily against the table, and the chanting stopped abruptly.

"My father scolded my mother, saying that she had poisoned me with the Haimu religion, but my mother argued that the Haimu religion was the only thing she had brought with her from Baijiazhai and she would not allow my father to take it away from her.

I was so scared that I curled up in my bedroom, not daring to make a sound. I naively thought that when I woke up, they would be back to normal.

However, I was wrong.

My father is not a violent person, but the pressure of the Dongji Town project has made his nerves extremely tense.

That night, he lost control.

The shattering of glass, accompanied by my mother's screams, was trapped in this dilapidated bungalow by the sound of the waves.

Then came a terrible silence.

The bedroom had no door, only a tattered curtain. I got out of bed carefully and through the gap in the curtain saw my father holding a piece of broken glass in his hand, with blood dripping from the sharp edge.

And my mother was lying on the ground, facing me.

She looked at me with her dying eyes, and with her last bit of strength, she signaled me not to make a sound.

He just looked at her like that, quietly looking into her eyes, like the frozen surface of the water, gradually solidifying.

There was no time to even think whether she was dead.

At that time, I saw the coldest side of my father in his life.

When he recovered from his rage, the reason that concealed the crime surpassed mourning.

He looked at the drawings spread out on the table and quickly came up with a solution.

He wrapped my mother in a tattered blanket from the corner, carried her on his shoulders, and walked towards the beach under the cover of night.

He would never have thought that I would follow him. A ten-year-old child is far more capable than adults imagine.

Perhaps the sound of the waves and the sea breeze was too noisy, and he never noticed me.

That was the first time I found this underground cave, this secret space known only to my father, Cui Zhan, the founder of Dongji Town.

When he abandoned my mother in the seaweed and mud, I finally couldn't help crying.

The searchlight above his head vaguely illuminated his stunned expression, which was far more shocked than when he killed my mother.

In the dark cave, we stood face to face, one meter apart.

Without saying anything, he lifted me onto his shoulders, just as he had carried my mother's body, and carried me out of the cave.

The project was completed, and the news about my mother's elopement spread like wildfire.

And he never explained it to me.

In Nancheng, he is a prestigious expert and a responsible father who takes care of me in every possible way.

I couldn't hate him, I couldn't seek revenge. I only remembered that all of this was caused by me. If I hadn't left the graffiti of the Sea Mother Cult there, they wouldn't have quarreled, and my father wouldn't have accidentally killed my mother.

Since then, I have had severe dyslexia.”

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