Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 157 Clues, Reunion, Farewell
After Liu Yuan left, the ward fell into a deathly silence.

The case seemed to have reached a dead end.

Jin Ping'an's pupils dimmed as he stared blankly at the bed sheet.

Tian Hao patted him on the shoulder: "Ping An, take it easy. They can be lawless for a while, but they can't be lawless forever."

We can keep an eye on them all the time, but they can't be on guard against us all the time.

They can cover up the truth now, but there will always be a day when we catch them red-handed.

"So... how long will this take, and how many victims will there be?"

Jin Ping'an asked.

"hehe."

A soft, sarcastic laugh came from the side.

"Then what do you suggest we do? There is no great achievement in the world that can be accomplished without sacrifice."

Whether you investigate or not, they will continue their evil deeds. Instead of wasting time wallowing in self-pity, you should take action sooner rather than later.

The messenger's satire was very sharp.

As he said, instead of thinking about those irrelevant things, it's better to continue the investigation as soon as possible.

"messenger."

Tian Hao looked at him seriously: "Ping An is not even half my age yet."

"So what."

The messenger didn't take the fact that Jin Ping'an was only a sixteen-year-old boy to heart.

"Since we're determined to get to the bottom of this case, let's get moving."

No matter what you think in your head, reality won't change for you in the slightest. Instead of letting your mind wander, you should take action to distract yourself.

If you've lost all hope in this society, then just listen to what that deputy captain said and give up the investigation.

Just like Tian Hao said, you're not even half their age, just a naive little kid. The adult world isn't something someone your age should meddle in.

Fifteen- or sixteen-year-old teenagers are at an age where they are often sentimental and easily influenced or misled.

Although Jin Ping'an is a little more mature than his peers, his social experience is still what it is.

It's perfectly normal to feel desperate and helpless when faced with something like this.

They only saw the setbacks and troubles in front of them, and felt annoyed and regretful about them, but did not look at the bigger picture.

If there really was no chance of things turning around, Tian Hao and his group would have resigned one after another long ago.

The messenger glanced at Tian Hao: "How much longer are you going to play this melodrama with this kid? He's not as delicate as you think."

Tian Hao had intended to wait until Jin Ping'an had calmed down before discussing the case, but was rudely interrupted by the messenger.

Having said all that, Tian Hao had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak.

"Although Wang Youcai has been released, he still has a criminal record. Wang Sheng has disappeared and Tao Jun has fled. Both of them worked under him, so he can't escape responsibility. If we find any relevant clues in the future, we can arrest him at any time."

And this thing?

Jin Ping'an looked at Tian Hao with a bewildered expression.

Although he was nominally a consultant for the criminal investigation team, he was essentially just a tool for gathering clues and had no understanding of the various investigative methods used by the police.

They were even less aware that there was such a method as detention for questioning.

But even if someone is detained for questioning, without evidence, it's useless to arrest them.

Thinking of this, Jin Ping'an's head drooped again.

"Are you planning to stay in bed like a corpse, or are you going to hurry up and gather evidence?"

The messenger asked.

"But what about the clues..."

"Aren't the missing Wang Sheng and the runaway Tao Jun clues?"

Jin Ping'an slowly opened his eyes.

"I knew long ago that you wouldn't be of any use."

Xin looked at Jin Ping'an and the other man with the same expression he had when he saw Patrick Star: "I knew from the beginning that your capture of Wang Youcai would end like this."

"Then why did you tell me that Wang Youcai would go to the villa?"

Jin Ping'an clenched his fist: "Old Tian was suspended from his duties because of this arrest."

"Of course, we'll use them to attract that group's attention."

The messenger's tone was icy: "The police suddenly arrested Wang Youcai, and those people will definitely focus all their attention on this matter."

They'll start thinking about whether they've given themselves away somewhere, which will distract them from investigating anything else.

"Something else?"

Tian Hao murmured to himself.

“Wang Youcai and Wang Sheng are from the same hometown. According to seniority, he should call Wang Sheng uncle. Logically speaking, a fellow townsman is more trustworthy than an outsider like Tao Jun.”

Thinking about it carefully, why would they kill Wang Sheng, who was perfectly fine? And why did Wang Youcai go so far as to hire someone to impersonate Wang Sheng in order to cover up Wang Sheng's disappearance?

At this point, Tian Hao seemed to understand something, and his eyes gradually brightened.

"According to my investigation of Wang Youcai, although he is not a good person, Wang Sheng is treated better than some corporate executives because of our family relationship. He is in charge of all matters, big and small, in all venues."

On the other hand, according to Wang Sheng's file, he had served in the army for several years. His straightforward personality earned him high praise from his security guards. Moreover, Wang Sheng himself was not a villainous or treacherous person.

So, what exactly caused the two to become enemies, leading Wang Youcai to take such a huge risk to eliminate Wang Sheng?

Some people live in the light but yearn for darkness, while others live in the darkness but yearn for light.

Even Jin Ping'an would have figured out the reason after being given such a detailed explanation.

"You mean, Wang Sheng has evidence that could prove them guilty?"

The messenger nodded: "This is just my guess, but it's very likely."

"Then why didn't you say so sooner!"

Jin Ping'an's emotional fluctuations and memory are comparable to those of a chimpanzee.

Just a moment ago she was acting like she was going to die, with a look of 'I'm sorry if you eat me alive,' but now she's turned into a square-dancing auntie singing 'Good Luck' and dancing to 'Little Apple.'

The seamless integration of the two modes left Tian Hao dumbfounded.

After two or three years, I still haven't seen through Jin Ping'an's true nature.

With observation skills like that, what kind of detective are you? Go home and farm.

"Would it have been any use if I had just said so earlier? I only inquired about Wang Sheng's identity, and then I was followed and investigated by that group of people, and then the police came instead... Heh."

Jin Ping'an said worriedly, "But Wang Sheng has been missing for almost three months. Even if there was evidence, they would have destroyed it long ago..."

"No one can say for sure, but the fact that they are still concerned about Wang Sheng proves that they probably haven't found any evidence that Wang Sheng is hiding."

The messenger left through the window and headed towards the door.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Jin Ping'an hurriedly shouted.

"Where I go is none of your business," the messenger replied.

Tian Hao slowly stood up, looking at the messenger with a solemn expression: "If we find evidence, what do you plan to do? Like seven years ago?"

The messenger placed his hand on the doorknob and said, "What I do is none of your business."

“If possible, I hope you can cooperate with the police as you have before…”

"And then what? Look at the sorry state you've become. Some have been suspended, others have received major demerits. Who would hand over crucial evidence to a group like you?"

The messenger sneered: "In order not to affect your progress, I have been dragging my feet on the investigation."

Now that the idealists' actions are over, I will investigate this matter thoroughly in my own way, so it's my turn next. No objections, right?

Upon hearing this, Tian Hao tensed up instantly: "Qianhua is not Neihua! This is not seven years ago, you can't..."

“I don’t have any deep-seated hatred for them, so I wouldn’t go to the extent that I did seven years ago.”

The messenger opened the door: "I'm just handing the evidence over to reliable people. Who told you to be so incompetent?"

With the sound of the door closing, only the resentful Tian Hao and the lifeless Jin Ping'an remained in the ward.

"Old Tian, ​​come with me to complete the discharge procedures."

Jin Pingan shook his groggy head, took off his hospital gown and changed into casual clothes.

Are you alright?

"Although my head still hurts a little, the medicine can relieve it, so it's not a big problem."

Jin Pingan casually grabbed the medicine bottle and stuffed it into his pocket: "Besides, Le Jia's flight is at noon, so I have to rush to the airport to pick him up."

"Le Jia? Has he finished dealing with things in the Europa League?"

Tian Hao, who was usually composed in front of Jin Ping'an, couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.

"Yes, after he heard that I was overusing my time-travel ability again, he immediately processed the return procedures... Even though I wanted to solve the incident on my own this time."

Jin Ping'an sighed softly, his expression showing slight reluctance.

Although the two were thousands of miles apart, Jin Ping'an kept discussing the progress of the case with him.

Once Le Jia returns, this case will surely progress rapidly.

Thinking of this, Jin Ping'an's mood eased considerably.

"It doesn't matter, you've worked hard."

Tian Hao encouraged him.

"Could you please stop using that tone of voice you use to comfort a child?"

Tian Hao put on an expression that said, 'Is this the time to worry about that kind of thing?'

"I'll leave the investigation on Wang Sheng's side to you and Le Jia. Lao Jiang and I still need to track down Tao Jun. Tao Jun must also have key information, otherwise he wouldn't have run away at the first sign of trouble."

"No one knows what the messenger is thinking. What if he chooses to expose the scandal to force the higher-ups to take action?"

This would be a devastating blow to public trust, and we must act quickly to bring all those people to justice.

The two discussed their next move as they left the ward.

The room fell completely silent, with only a gentle breeze ruffling the curtains, as if bidding them farewell.

…………

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is descending. Please return to your seats, stow your tray tables, and adjust your seatbacks to the normal position..."

A boy wearing a sleep mask raised his hand, removed the mask, and looked outside the cabin.

After a brief shudder, the plane began to stabilize.

The view outside the window, which had initially rushed past, gradually slowed down.

The boy looked out the window with a faint smile on his face. With his handsome and kind features, he looked just like a prince from a fairy tale.

After getting off the plane, he took a deep breath: "...Qianhua City, I'm back."

The boy's full name is Cheng Lejia, Jin Ping'an's childhood friend and best friend.

He was also a good buddy in the eyes of male classmates, a prince charming in the eyes of female classmates, a good boy in the eyes of neighbors, and an intelligence expert in the eyes of the police.

After getting off the plane, Cheng Lejia noticed that a passenger's backpack zipper was malfunctioning and took the initiative to go over to him.

"Do you need help?"

The female passenger looked at the handsome young man with an innocent smile and waved her hand apologetically: "It's nothing, just a small problem... ah."

During the conversation, a makeup box fell out, but luckily Cheng Lejia caught it with quick reflexes.

"Thanks……"

The female passenger took the makeup box and was about to thank him when Cheng Lejia snatched her backpack away.

To the bewildered look of the female passenger, the backpack zipper that had tormented her the entire journey was quickly restored to its original state in the hands of the young man.

"Thank you so much."

The female passenger breathed a sigh of relief and said very sincerely.

"You are welcome."

Cheng Lejia squinted and waved his hand gently: "The shuttle bus is about to depart, let's hurry up and get on."

"Uh-huh."

Cheng Lejia received a phone call just as he was about to call a taxi after leaving the airport.

It was Jin Ping'an who called.

As soon as he pressed the answer button, he heard Jin Ping'an shout, "Look to the left!"

Cheng Lejia looked in that direction and saw Jin Ping'an waving in their direction from a distance.

"Didn't I tell you to rest quietly and not come over here?"

Cheng Lejia wore a helpless smile as he looked at Jin Ping'an with the same gaze one would give a pet dog.

"I already told you I'm fine. It was only five times in a row. I'll be fine after resting for a while."

Listening to the explanation on the other end of the phone, Cheng Lejia shook his head helplessly and walked towards Jin Ping'an.

…………

On one side is the joy of reunion, and on the other side is the separation of life and death.

Drip, drip, drip.

Watching her mother surrounded by doctors, Ansien stood aside, looking at the lifeline on the monitor with confusion and helplessness, like a lost little girl.

"Miss An, it's alright, it's alright."

The caregiver knew her words of comfort were futile, but Ansien's mother's remaining lifespan was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

No one can guarantee that she will survive this.

When faced with a terminal illness, any words of comfort will seem utterly hollow.

Because terminal illness will not change because of a few words from people; it will equally grant death to everyone.

Ansien didn't shout or scream, but clenched her fists and silently shed tears.

A trickle of blood seeped from her palm, dripping onto her pristine white dress.

"what did you say?"

The nurses who participated in the rescue immediately put their ears close to An's mother's mouth when they saw her opening and closing it.

"Stop... let... Si'en..."

The doctor glanced at the electrocardiogram and ordered, "Bring me a cardiac stimulant."

After the injection, the resuscitation continued.

Under the influence of the cardiac stimulant, An's mother raised her voice slightly: "Doctor... it's okay... call Si'en over..."

The doctor remained silent for another fifteen minutes before finally giving up.

Seeing that everyone had stopped what they were doing, Ansi'en rushed over, knelt down by the bed, and took her mother's hand.

The attending physician led everyone out of the room, leaving the two with private space to say their final goodbyes.

"Waaaaah... Mom... Waaaaah..."

Ansien's vision blurred for a moment, and she kept wiping her eyes, but she couldn't get them clean.

With difficulty, An's mother raised her hand to grab the sheet and gently wiped away the blood that had flowed from An Si'en's palms from her fingernails piercing her skin.

The effects of cardiac stimulants are becoming weaker and weaker.

As her body grew increasingly weak, An's mother sighed softly.

There are so many things I want to say, but there's simply not enough time.

“When you get home…go and take down our photo…it’s inside…for you…”

Anma's voice grew weaker and weaker. By the end, all that could be seen was her lips moving, but no sound came out.

In the end, she closed her eyes forever before she could even finish saying that one complete sentence.

Ansien gripped her mother's hand tightly, as if trying to snatch it back from the clutches of death.

But the temperature of that withered hand continued to drop, and no matter how tightly she gripped it, it wouldn't warm up.

"Mom! Don't go..."

"Don't go..."

"Don't leave me alone..."

(End of this chapter)