I was just telling a story, why is the whole internet urging me to turn myself in?

Chapter 80 Unveiling the Evil of Capital: A Forensic Doctor Faces Death Alone (4,000 words)

6 PM, 68th floor, Shanghai World Financial Center, CEO's office.

When Xu Zhengyang pushed the door open and came in, the bandage on his right arm had been replaced with a new one, but the expression on his face was even more somber than the wound itself.

"Sir, we've found it."

Xu Zhengyang placed a handwritten intelligence summary on the table in front of Shen Feng. "Five years ago, there was a chief forensic doctor at the Provincial Department of Physical Evidence Identification Center named Gao Dong. His wife and seven-year-old daughter disappeared in the eastern suburbs. The Defense Agency searched the eastern suburbs from top to bottom that year, but found nothing."

"But my informant uncovered a clue that had been overlooked back then. On the night of the incident, a car repair shop owner in an urban village in the eastern suburbs saw a white van with fake license plates drive out of an alley near Gao Dong's house."

"Where did that car go afterward?"

"The informant spent three days piecing together the van's trajectory from backups of several private cameras in the urban village back then," Xu Zhengyang said in a low voice. "Ultimately, the van drove into Dingsheng Industrial's underground parking garage."

Shen Feng put down the thermos.

Dingsheng Industry.

Who was the mastermind behind the attempt to smash Shen Feng's head into a watermelon?

Shen Feng remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he had already cursed Dingsheng Industry's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Old Xu, are you saying that the disappearance of Gao Dong's wife and daughter five years ago was directly related to Dingsheng Industrial?"

"Currently, we only have the bread truck as indirect evidence, which isn't enough to form a complete chain of evidence. But combined with the Lamplighter's cash flow—" Xu Zhengyang paused, "Sir, Dingsheng Industry is not just an ordinary company. It is very likely Mr. Shadow's Ponzi scheme in Jiangzhou. Money laundering, issuing bounties on the dark web, and keeping assassins all operate through this shell."

Shen Feng stood up and walked to the French windows.

The twilight in Jiangzhou is short; the horizon has already been swallowed up by the orange-red sunset.

"Gao Dong investigated for five years but couldn't find his wife and daughter. Because he was investigating in the wrong direction from the very beginning." Shen Feng said with his back to Xu Zhengyang, "He thought it was done by street thugs, so he killed Ma Donglai and Zhang Dabiao, trying to deduce the truth from the social networks of these lowly scum."

"Now it seems that the one who really killed his wife and daughter was a big shot he never expected."

Xu Zhengyang nodded: "Chen Deming, the chairman of Dingsheng Industry, is the vice president of the Jiangzhou Chamber of Commerce and a director of a charitable foundation. On the surface, he is a respectable person. Even if Gao Dong suspects him, he has no way to get close to a target of that caliber."

"That's why Gao Dong wanted to force the provincial department to intervene by committing serial murders." Shen Feng turned around. "As long as the case becomes big enough, the provincial department's special task force will thoroughly investigate all the people involved. At that time, even Dingsheng Industry will not be able to avoid being investigated."

"Unfortunately, he made the wrong bet." Xu Zhengyang shook his head. "Dingsheng Industrial has a mole, Liu Jianhua, in the Information Section of the National Defense Agency, and a hidden contact, Mr. Shadow, in the provincial department. Even if the task force traces back to Dingsheng Industrial, the evidence will be intercepted."

"Gao Dong is a dying man, in the late stages of uremia, and needs dialysis three times a week." Shen Feng sat back down in his chair. "He doesn't have time. If he knew the truth was that Dingsheng Industry was behind it, given his current mental state, what do you think he would do?"

Xu Zhengyang's expression changed: "He will go directly to Chen Deming and fight him to the death."

"A terminally ill former forensic doctor single-handedly goes to fight a vice president of a chamber of commerce who can afford an international assassin squad." Shen Feng flicked the lid of his thermos. "There's only one outcome: Gao Dong dies at the hands of Dingsheng Industry's security guards, Chen Deming is unharmed, the case becomes 'attempted murder by a mentally ill patient,' and it won't even make the news."

"What's worse, with Gao Dong's death, all the clues he had about the five-year-old cold case went to his grave as well."

The office was silent for a few seconds.

"Sir, what are your plans?"

Shen Feng didn't answer immediately; he was thinking about something.

Dingsheng Industrial hired the Lamplighter to kill him, offering a three million US dollar reward to blow his head off.

As a law-abiding citizen, he naturally wouldn't do what Gao Dong did—bring a knife to someone's door.

How can we get the law to deal with these bastards?

"Xiaoyu!" Shen Feng called out.

Xiao Yu rushed in, laptop in hand: "Master, you called me?"

"Is it possible to infiltrate Dingsheng Industry?"

Xiao Yu's eyes lit up instantly, and his ten fingers began to dance on the keyboard: "Master, you should have asked earlier! When I intercepted the fund flow yesterday, I casually left a backdoor on their firewall."

Three minutes later, Xiaoyu turned the laptop towards Shen Feng.

"We're in. Dingsheng Industry's internal OA system, including administrative schedules, financial approvals, and personnel files, is all here." Xiaoyu pointed to a highlighted schedule on the screen. "Master, look at this."

"Tonight at 8 PM, in the banquet hall of the Jiangzhou Peninsula Hotel, Dingsheng Industry's annual charity gala will be held. Chairman Chen Deming will be in attendance, and half of the leading figures in Jiangzhou's business community have been invited."

Charity Gala Dinner.

Tonight, a man who spent three million US dollars to hire an international hitman will be dressed in a suit and tie, raising a glass and chatting with a group of celebrities under a crystal chandelier, discussing charity, public welfare, and giving back to society.

The mother and daughter he murdered five years ago are probably buried under the foundation of some building, without even a tombstone.

Shen Feng admitted that he was a little angry.

But while you may be angry, you can't let your emotions get the better of you.

"Xiaoyu, did Dingsheng Industry participate in any large-scale infrastructure projects five years ago?"

"Check, check, check—" Xiaoyu's fingers flew across the keyboard. "Yes! Five years ago, Dingsheng Industrial won the bid for the commercial complex project in the East Suburb New City, and construction began in September of that year with the pouring of the foundation."

Xu Zhengyang spoke again: "This timeline perfectly matches the dates Gao Dong's wife and daughter disappeared!"

Shen Feng closed his eyes.

All the puzzle pieces were put back in place at this moment.

It is highly likely that Gao Dong's wife and daughter accidentally witnessed one of Dingsheng Industrial's illegal fund transfers.

Then they were silenced, and it's even very likely they've been buried in concrete.

Clean, thorough, and never to be discovered.

Unless someone digs up the foundation of that building.

Shen Feng was currently engaged in a fierce internal struggle: "Damn it, Dingsheng Industry spent three million US dollars to kill me, and now I'm going to expose them on live stream. Isn't that just asking for death?"

"But if I don't say anything, Gao Dong will go to the charity gala tonight to die. A patient with end-stage uremia going head-to-head with the vice president of a chamber of commerce who can afford international hitmen, that's not risking his life, that's just offering himself up as food."

"With Gao Dong dead, the truth about Dingsheng Industry's cover-up will be forever forgotten. The mother and daughter will be buried forever under the concrete."

"Furthermore, what would happen to the hundreds of innocent guests if Gao Dong were to take action at the charity gala?"

"No, I can start a live stream. I can do good deeds while making money. Even capitalists aren't this sincere when they do charity."

"Sir—" Xu Zhengyang looked at Shen Feng's expression and tentatively asked, "Do you want to hand over this information to the Defense Agency?"

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"Hand it over to the National Defense Agency?" Shen Feng opened his eyes and shook his head. "There's a mole from Dingsheng Industrial in the National Defense Agency's Information Section. I handed over the evidence, but it was intercepted before it even reached Su Qing."

"That----"

"I'll say it myself." Shen Feng glanced at the clock on the wall. "Start the broadcast!"

Xu Zhengyang was taken aback: "Sir, you want to be in the live broadcast room—"

"I'll tell my story." Shen Feng stood up, stretched his neck, and said, "Fifteen million people are watching online at the same time. I'd like to see who dares to interrupt."

It's exactly 7 o'clock.

Shen Feng sat in front of the camera in the live broadcast room and started the broadcast an hour early.

The moment the platform pushed the pop-up window, the number of online users skyrocketed.

Five million in three minutes, eight million in five minutes, and eighteen million in ten minutes.

The barrage of comments was overwhelming.

"The Grandmaster started his broadcast early today? What a conscientious streamer!"

"I've been racking my brains all night and still can't figure out Luo Wen's fatal flaw! Master, please tell me quickly!"

"Did you know someone died in the eastern suburbs today? It was Zhang Dabiao, the loan shark!"

Shen Feng ignored the interruptions from the live chat and dropped a bombshell: "Everyone, I have something important to do tonight, so I'm starting the broadcast early."

"As I said before, Luo Wen committed murder in order to force the police to investigate a five-year-old cold case."

Shen Feng picked up his thermos and took a sip of water. "Actually, five years ago, on that rainy night, Luo Wen's wife was taking their seven-year-old daughter home from a tutoring center in the eastern suburbs. They were taking a secluded path because it was the closest to their home."

"But that night, there was a van parked on that side road. The people inside were conducting a shady financial transaction."

"Luo Wen's wife saw something she shouldn't have seen, and the people in the bread truck also saw her."

The chat in the live stream almost stopped; 18 million people held their breath, waiting for what would happen next.

"That van had a fake license plate. It ended up driving into the underground parking garage of a company. And that company happened to have a large infrastructure project in the eastern suburbs at the time."

"Gentlemen, do you know how deep the foundation of a commercial complex is?"

"Fifteen meters."

"Once the 15-meter-long reinforced concrete structure is poured, no one will ever open it again in their lifetime."

"Luo Wen's wife and seven-year-old daughter were forever trapped under 15 meters of concrete on that rainy night."

The old town of Jiangzhou, a basement.

Gao Dong lay on the dialysis bed, the light from his phone screen reflecting on his ashen face.

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Shen Feng's voice came from the phone speaker, each word like a dull knife, cutting into his heart.

"Fifteen meters of concrete —"

Gao Dong's lips were trembling.

He investigated for five years, killed two people, and even turned himself from the chief forensic doctor of the provincial department into a wanted criminal.

He thought his wife and daughter had been sold to another province, that they were still alive, and that if he made a big fuss about the case, the police would be able to find them.

But now, a young man he's never met before tells him—

They are long dead.

He died five years ago.

It was buried under the commercial complex he passed by every day.

Gao Dong's phone slipped from his hand and hit the ground, the screen cracking slightly, but Shen Feng's voice continued.

"Luo Wen investigated for five years, but he was completely going in the wrong direction. He thought it was done by street thugs, but the real killer was a behemoth that he could never reach."

Gao Dong sat up in bed, pulled out the dialysis tube, and blood dripped down his arm onto the floor. His gaze fell on a family photo in the corner that he had been repeatedly stroking.

The wife held her daughter, smiling sweetly.

"Little Rain————Niu Niu————"

Gao Dong squatted down and pulled the metal combination lock box out from under the bed.

"Dingsheng Industry — Chen Deming —"

Gao Dong stood up, tucked the scalpel into his waistband, and put on the large black raincoat.

Tonight, at the Peninsula Hotel, a charity gala.

He was going to send Chen Deming to hell.

Jiangzhou Defense Agency, Special Case Unit Office.

Su Qing stared at Shen Feng's live stream on the computer screen, and the pen in her hand snapped in two with a "crack".

"The East Suburb New City Commercial Complex broke ground five years ago in September—" Su Qing suddenly turned to Xiao Li, "Check! Did Dingsheng Industry have any infrastructure projects in the East Suburbs five years ago!"

Xiao Li's fingers flew across the keyboard, and thirty seconds later he looked up: "Yes! Dingsheng Industrial won the bid for the East Suburb New City in 2019—"

The CBD commercial complex project officially began pouring its foundation on September 15th of that year. However, Gao Dong's wife and daughter went missing on September 12th!

Su Qing felt a chill run down her spine.

Three days before the foundation was poured, the timeline matched perfectly.

"Check the surveillance footage from the eastern suburbs back then. Were there any records of a van with a fake license plate on the night of September 12th?"

"Captain Su, the Skynet data from years ago has long expired—but!" Xiao Li suddenly became excited, "In the case file of the special task force investigating the disappearance of Gao Dong's wife and daughter, there was an attached record of the retrieval of footage from a private camera in the eastern suburbs! It mentioned a white van, but because the image was blurry and the license plate was illegible, it was marked as 'invalid clue'!"

Su Qing snatched the file and turned to that page.

In the blurry screenshot, a white van is driving past the edge of the curb.

Although the license plate was illegible, there was a noticeable scratch on the side of the car.

"Send this image to the technical department for image enhancement! Focus on the shape and location of the scratches on the car body!"

Su Qing picked up the landline on the table and dialed Zhou Weizhang's direct line: "Director Zhou, this is Su Qing."

"explain."

"The motive for the serial throat-slitting case suspect Gao Dong has been clarified. He murdered his wife and daughter at Dingsheng Industrial Company years ago, and it is highly likely that he buried the foundation of the Shidong New City commercial complex."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Where's the evidence?"

"The van's trajectory points to the Dingsheng Industrial site's garage, and the timeline perfectly matches the foundation pouring date. The technical department is currently performing image enhancement comparison."

"Anything else?"

Su Qing gritted her teeth: "Shen Feng's live stream just revealed this theory. Eighteen million people watched online."

Zhou Weiguo's voice suddenly turned cold: "You mean, the whole internet knows?"

"Yes."

hope remained silent for three seconds.

"Director Zhou, there's one more thing." Su Qing gripped the microphone tightly. "Gao Dong has end-stage renal disease and his mental state is extremely unstable. If he also happens to be on this live broadcast—"

"What do you want?"

"Dingsheng Industrial Chairman Chen Deming is hosting a charity gala at the Peninsula Hotel tonight. There are hundreds of guests present. If Gao Dong rushes in with a weapon..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Weizhang ordered, "The SWAT team is to be dispatched immediately. Target: Peninsula Hotel! Also, notify the hotel security to raise the alert level! Su Qing, you take the special case team there too. I want Gao Dong alive!"

"clear!"

Su Qing hung up the phone, grabbed her service pistol and car keys from the table, and rushed out of the office.

But at the corner of the road, Su Qing paused for a moment.

She glanced back at the still-running live stream on the office's large screen.

Shen Feng, holding a thermos, a faint smile playing on his lips, said to the camera, "Luo Wen will make a decision tonight. A decision that will backfire on him."

"But if someone can get there before him—perhaps the ending of this story can be rewritten."