Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Xie Wang leaned back in his chair, his face hidden in the interplay of light and shadow, his eyes revealing a fierce aura that seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

Su Qinghe simply reached out and placed her fingertips on Xie Wang's somewhat stiff hand.

"What happened? Who called?" Her voice had a strange, comforting quality.

Xie Wang unlocked his phone and handed it to Su Qinghe.

He opened the text message interface, and the dim, blurry screenshot from the dashcam was exposed in the dim light of the car.

Su Qinghe's gaze fell on the white sedan that was about to be crushed by the truck, and the expression in his eyes gradually became serious.

"That voice-changing phone call just now was from the truck driver who killed my mother twelve years ago."

"He has the original video from back then, as well as the recording of Gu Tianlong's phone call to hire someone. He wants me to pay one million for these things."

Looking at the glaring photo, Su Qinghe immediately understood the psychological battle Xie Wang had just gone through outside the private room.

"Since he's willing to set a price, let's transfer the money to him first to appease him," Su Qinghe said, analyzing the situation in his usual calm and rational tone.

"One million for Gu Tianlong's death sentence. This deal is a sure win for us. The Su family doesn't need that much money."

When Xie Wang heard Su Qinghe's unwavering support, the turbid air burning with hatred in his chest dissipated slightly.

"I just tested him. He doesn't dare to ask Gu Tianlong for money because he's afraid Gu Tianlong will kill him to silence him."

Xie Wang gradually regained his rationality.

"He used a multi-layered encrypted overseas virtual number, thinking that this would allow him to evade tracking."

Su Qinghe leaned against his chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, and softly asked a question in return.

"There's no physical address that Apocalypse's system can't find. Where is he right now?"

Xie Wang pulled up the map marked with red dots on his phone screen and showed it to Su Qinghe.

"He was in the inpatient department of Jiangcheng People's Hospital. He said he needed money to treat his family members. He would turn himself in to the police station after he got the money and settled things."

Su Qinghe looked at the constantly flashing red dot, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"That explains it. When faced with the life or death of a loved one, people will unleash a desperate courage."

Su Qinghe calmly analyzed the other party's motives.

"He chose to contact you instead of the police because the police wouldn't give him the money to save his life."

Xie Wang nodded and opened the overseas anonymous account banking client on his phone.

He entered one million in the transfer amount field and then pressed the fingerprint confirmation button.

A green checkmark popped up on the screen indicating that the transfer had been successful.

After doing all this, Xie Wang tossed his phone onto the armrest in the middle of the seat, closed his eyes, and leaned back to rest.

Waiting for evidence to be delivered is a long and agonizing process for anyone.

A dozen seconds later, Kang Ping's WeChat messages popped up one after another.

Kang Ping asked Xie Wang why he suddenly used Tianqi's advanced privileges to check an inconspicuous virtual number.

Xie Wang picked up his phone and briefly reported to the other party that they possessed crucial evidence and were demanding one million yuan in blackmail.

The chat window remained in the "typing" mode for quite a while before Kangping finally sent a long reply.

Kang Ping said that although the number was not registered under a real name and only the final physical location could be found, he had already contacted the lower-level departments of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau to follow up on the matter.

Police are currently retrieving surveillance footage from Jiangcheng People's Hospital from that time period. By investigating people making phone calls in the corridor, they will soon be able to identify the driver responsible for the accident.

Xie Wang looked at the text on the screen, replied "Thank you, Uncle Kang," and then exited the WeChat interface.

The Maybach smoothly drove into the underground garage of the Genting Music Room.

Back in the living room of room 1602, the central air conditioning blew out a warm, gentle breeze.

Su Qinghe poured a glass of warm water and placed it on the coffee table, then sat down next to Xie Wang on the beige fabric sofa.

Just then, the phone on the table emitted a crisp notification sound.

The virtual number sent a text message containing download links for two attachments.

Xie Wang paused for a moment, staring at the string of blue characters on the screen, hesitating to reach out and tap it.

Those compressed files contained the cruel truth of his mother's last moments, as well as the blood feud he had been pursuing for twelve years.

Su Qinghe reached out and took the glass of warm water, placing it into Xie Wang's slightly cold palm.

"If you're not ready to face this, I can look for you first." Her eyes were gentle yet firm, trying to share his heavy burden of suffering.

Xie Wang took a sip of warm water, his Adam's apple bobbing, and placed the glass back on the table.

He shook his head, and that indomitable, resilient light returned to his eyes.

"This is an obstacle I have to overcome myself. I have to see with my own eyes how Gu Tianlong drove my mother to her death."

Xie Wang leaned forward, his well-defined fingers tapping the first video attachment.

As the progress bar buffered and loaded, the living room fell into a deathly silence, with only the original audio of the video echoing in the air.

The phone screen lit up, and the footage from the dashcam appeared glaringly bright in the living room where the main lights were off.

The video opens with a burst of white noise as raindrops hit the windshield, and the image shakes in the night as the truck bumps along.

On the slippery road where the streetlights cast long shadows, a white sedan was driving at a steady speed ahead.

The radio in the truck cab was playing an old pop song, deliberately turned up high in an attempt to mask a certain tension.

As the camera gets closer to the intersection, the white sedan's brake lights come on, preparing to stop at the red light.

At that very moment, a fierce engine roar came from the video.

Instead of slowing down, the huge truck slammed on the gas pedal at the very moment when it should have braked.

Xie Wang sat on the sofa, his breathing completely stopping at that moment.

He watched as the steel behemoth on the screen crashed straight into the rear of the white sedan with overwhelming force.

With a piercing metallic creak and the deafening crash of shattering glass, the white sedan was propelled forward by immense inertia, spinning wildly across the flooded road.

The image finally freezes on the overturned car and the rising white smoke, with the windshield wipers still mechanically scraping the windshield.

The video finished playing and the screen went dark again.

The veins on the back of Xie Wang's hand, which was gripping the phone, bulged.

He clenched his teeth, forcibly suppressing the earth-shattering rage within his chest.

Su Qinghe didn't speak; she simply opened her arms and embraced Xie Wang.

She could feel his broad shoulders trembling uncontrollably; that silent grief was more heartbreaking than loud weeping.

Su Qinghe gently patted his back with his palm, giving him the strength to keep going in the quietest way.

Several minutes later, Xie Wang finally broke free from that suffocating emotion. He turned around and grabbed Su Qinghe's arm, his eyes bloodshot.

"I'm fine now," he said in a hoarse voice, then opened the second audio file on the screen.