Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The following morning, at the Anning Mental Health Prevention and Treatment Center in Chenxi City.

The air outside the intensive care unit was so tense that it felt like even the slightest spark could ignite it.

"Captain Liao."

Dean Sun Weimin held the arrest warrant and looked at it over and over again.

He was in his fifties, with a professional, fake smile on his face. Beneath that slick smile lay a nauseating chill.

"Captain Liao, the warrant for detention is for a 'criminal suspect.' But Zhang Ziqian here is a 'patient.' His status is determined by the court's 'Decision on Compulsory Medical Treatment.' Even if you bring this, you still can't take him away."

Liao Zhengfeng's face was ashen, and he suppressed his anger, saying, "Dean Sun, he's a murder suspect! The evidence is conclusive! His biological information was extracted from the scene! We have emergency authority!"

"Captain Liao, please calm down."

Sun Weimin shook his head and said, "He has a mental illness; the court has already ruled that. A mentally ill person committing murder during an episode... well, we can't really say for sure. Besides, even if you take him back, given his current mental state, do you think the judge will believe what he says in court?"

He spread his hands, looking helplessly businesslike: "I think your most urgent task is to quickly complete the necessary procedures, or invite an expert group from the province to conduct a re-evaluation. Holding onto this detention order and wasting time with me is useless. Rules are rules, and I have to follow them. Please be understanding."

Behind Sun Weimin, several "security guards" took a step forward, crossed their arms, and stared at the police with hostile eyes.

The criminal police officers behind Liao Zhengfeng tensed up, their hands already instinctively reaching for their waists.

This is the quagmire of "programs".

The blood-soaked demon was right behind this door, and you could grab him with just a reach, but these seemingly legitimate soft walls, like cotton, absorbed all your strength, leaving you powerless.

This feeling of powerlessness was like a dull knife, sawing back and forth in Li Rui's already bleeding heart.

Li Rui stood at the front of the line, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the window blocked by iron bars.

There are people there.

The curtains were pulled open a crack.

Zhang Ziqian, dressed in a hospital gown, strolled leisurely to the window.

He held a red apple in his hand, as if he were watching a long-awaited monkey show, his gaze piercing through the crowd of people facing off downstairs and precisely locking onto Li Rui.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhang Ziqian thought to himself: How boring. Even this couldn't ignite him? Looks like he needs more stimulation?

He took a bite of the apple, chewing slowly, juice spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Through the glass, he gave the police officer, who was on the verge of a breakdown, a bright yet eerily radiant smile.

Then, he reached out his other hand and slowly, with a lingering sense of reminiscence, stroked his cheek with his fingertips, speaking silently.

That was imitating the feeling of Li Rui pressing his face to the ground when he arrested him in the past.

Or is it mocking Xiaoxiao's possible posture before her death?

Li Rui didn't know.

Although he couldn't hear the sound through the window, Li Rui understood his lip movements perfectly—

"Yesterday was truly wonderful."

"Buzz—"

The string of "reason" in Li Rui's mind snapped completely in that instant.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, and the embers that had been forcibly suppressed instantly ignited, revealing two terrifying points of cold light.

He leaned forward slightly, and then—

Like a meteorite that had gone off course, it crashed out silently and violently!

The two "security guards" from the mental hospital who were blocking the way didn't have time to react before being knocked down by Li Rui's brute force.

"Let's see who dares to make a move!"

A loud shout exploded behind him.

It's Liao Zhengfeng.

The moment Li Rui started, the experienced veteran detective's pupils contracted.

But he neither spoke up to stop them nor tried to pull his subordinates back.

Instead, Liao Zhengfeng suddenly moved sideways, blocking the path that Sun Weimin and the remaining "security" personnel were trying to take to intercept Li Rui.

He formed a substantial physical barrier with his broad back and taut arms.

At the same time, he gave his detective subordinates a sharp look.

That was a tacit understanding built over many years.

Several quick-thinking detectives immediately understood and, while seemingly stepping forward to "maintain order and prevent the conflict from escalating," they actually formed a semi-circle, effectively blocking Sun Weimin and the others from entering.

"What are you all doing! Stay calm! Don't move!"

The detectives shouted and used their bodies to clear a short but direct path to the ward for Li Rui.

This might be against the rules, but it feels good.

"Bang--!"

The door to the intensive care unit was forced open by Li Rui's shoulder, the latch broke, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Inside the ward, Zhang Ziqian's smile didn't even have time to turn into surprise.

A fist.

A heavy straight punch, brimming with the pain of losing his wife, the fire of regret, and all the suppressed anger, slammed into the center of his face.

"Snap!"

That was the cracking sound of the nasal bone breaking.

Blood spurted out instantly, and Zhang Ziqian fell backward, crashing heavily to the floor.

Li Rui gave him no chance to breathe, like an enraged beast, he pounced on him and straddled him.

Fist, elbow, forehead...

Each time it rises, each time it falls, it carries the sound of the wind.

"brute!!"

"Bang!"

"Pay for her with your life!!"

"Bang!"

"You laugh! You fucking laugh!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Zhang Ziqian's cheeks quickly caved in, his teeth flew out mixed with blood and foam, and his ribs made a "crackling" sound from the continuous heavy blows.

He was like a broken doll, being beaten and ravaged at will.

But his eyes revealed a chilling excitement.

That's it...that's it!

Be angry, be in pain.

The police beat people... Watching that veneer of 'justice' being torn off by Li Rui himself... How wonderful.

He knew he wouldn't die.

As long as he doesn't die, he has won.

Li Rui was exhausted from fighting; his fists were covered in blood, and his skin was torn and bleeding.

But that's not enough.

Far from enough.

Looking at the mangled, bloody flesh beneath him, he suddenly grabbed Zhang Ziqian's neck with both hands.

Their ten fingers dug deep into his flesh, lifting his head off the ground a few inches.

"I'm going to kill you..."

Li Rui's voice was hoarse, not like a human's, but more like a low growl from hell.

"Die! Die!!"

He was truly intent on killing.

The muscles in his arms were bulging, the veins were standing out, and his fingers were white from excessive force.

Zhang Ziqian's face quickly turned from red to purple, his eyes bulged out, his tongue lolled out, and his hands weakly patted Li Rui's arm.

But even on his distorted face, that eerie smile could still be seen.