Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 527: Eliminate all impossibilities, and what remains is
The female doctor frowned and held the silver needle up to the light to examine it carefully.

The silver needle is about three inches long and silver all over, but there is an extremely slight bend at the one-third point, which is almost imperceptible without careful observation.

What's even more strange is that there are obvious signs of wear and tear on the tip of the needle, as if it had been pierced into some hard substance many times.

"Strange, this needle has a lot of wear and tear."

The female doctor informed Li Hanyu of her discovery. Li Hanyu was stunned for a moment. Before he could think carefully, he heard a commotion coming from the VVIP ward next door.

"Dead, dead! Shi Wuming is dead! His chest was cut open and his heart was dug out."

A doctor ran over in panic and reported rapidly.

Hong Ya was yawning out of boredom, and when she heard this, she suddenly slapped her forehead, and her pigtails jumped happily:

"That's right! The fake junior brother also went to that ward and killed that man!"

Li Bashan belatedly made a sound of "hmm", rubbed Hongya's head with his big hand, and praised honestly:

"Hongya is really smart."

The tone of their conversation was slightly cheerful, which was out of tune with the depressing atmosphere in the ward.

Everyone frowned and looked at them, but no one said anything.

After all, they had just saved Li Hanyu and Qian Huan's lives. We couldn't blame them for their relaxed attitude at this moment.

VVip is the God of the hospital, then what is the person who saved God to the hospital?
"Kill and silence."

A thought suddenly flashed through Li Hanyu's mind.
"Shi Wuming was killed to silence him. He must have seen something at the explosion site, perhaps the murderer."

"So, was killing myself and Huan'er to get things over with as quickly as possible, or was it for the sake of gaining control of the Second Prison..."

Li Hanyu's mind raced, with various clues and possibilities intertwining and colliding in her mind.

As her thoughts surged, her gaze fell back into the fish tank.

Qian Huan's pale body floated in the turbid liquid like a swollen corpse. Only the faint fluctuations on the monitor proved that a dying soul was still imprisoned in this body.

A kind of maternal fierceness emerged in her eyes, as if she had made some important decision in her heart.

She suddenly turned to the female doctor, her voice icy: "Have you checked the surveillance?"

The female doctor winked behind her, and the security captain immediately took people to get the surveillance records.

Coincidentally, the hospital originally did not install any surveillance equipment in order to protect the privacy of patients.

But since Qian Tong’s mysterious death, the VVIP area has been installed with a full set of high-definition cameras.

How should I put it? They are indeed a family. After all, Qian Tong’s family was the first to benefit from his death.

While waiting, Li Hanyu took out his mobile phone, hovered his fingertips over the name "Wang Xinfa" for half a second, and finally pressed the dial button.

The moment the call was connected, the pain and cruelty on her face magically disappeared, and turned into a pitiful panic:

"New... Something happened in the hospital again. Someone wants to kill me?!"

Li Hanyu recounted the assassination attempt in a gentle voice that moved people's hearts, but there was a coldness in his intact left eye.

Although there is already a rift between her and Wang Xinfa, as long as the layer of superficial lovers remains intact, then there is no need to waste his power.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Xinfa was sitting in a large leather office chair, and opposite him stood a dusty man.

The man had an ordinary face and a big belly, looking like a fat middle-aged man. He had a smile on his face as he watched the congressman making a phone call, like a Maitreya Buddha.

Wang Xinfa listened to Li Hanyu's crying in the microphone, his face expressionless, his fingers tapping lightly on the table habitually. When he heard that Qian Huan was assassinated again but survived, the frequency of his finger tapping was imperceptibly faster, but his face remained calm, making it hard to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

The man opposite him looked at his nose with his eyes, and at his mouth with his nose, and stood with his head lowered and his eyes submissive, just listening to the changing rhythm on the table with his ears.

When he heard the change in rhythm at that moment, a cold murderous intent flashed across his slender, curved smiling eyes.

"The congressman wants him dead, haha—"

The man thought darkly in his heart.

Wang Xinfa's tone was full of guilt and self-blame:
"I was negligent. I will send my best personnel to the hospital to protect you. Okay, don't worry, I will send Li Shang as well..."

On the phone, Wang Xinfa's attitude towards Li Hanyu was much better than in the morning.

In the morning, he pinched Li Hanyu's wrist so hard that it turned red. He felt a little regretful in his heart. It was not because he was soft-hearted, but because this woman was not a vase after all, she was useful.

In fact, Li Hanyu didn't care at all about Wang Xinfa sending someone to protect her, and she couldn't trust the people sent by the other party.

Now, the only person she could trust without reservation was the one sent by Feng Mu.

Oddly enough, after being assassinated by "Feng Mu" just now, Li Hanyu's trust in Feng Mu soared to 100%.

She felt that there was no need to investigate Feng Mu any further.

After all, the killer had a face exactly like Feng Mu's, which, in a sense, cleared Feng Mu of the final suspicion.

The only regret is that the brains of the brothers and sisters sent by Feng Mu... well, they can’t be said to be unintelligent, but they seem to be somewhat abnormal.

Therefore, if we want to solve the case and catch the murderer, we still have to rely on the superb detective Li Shang.

When Hou Wendong received the call, he was stunned for a moment, then he called Li Shang, got into the car together, and rushed to the hospital.

Li Shang had no objection to this. In fact, he had originally planned to go to the hospital to ask Shi Wuming for a confession.

Sitting in the car, Hou Wendong told Li Shang everything that happened in the hospital.

Li Shang frowned: "Is Shi Wuming dead?"

Hou Wendong glanced at him and said, "You don't seem surprised?"

Li Shang raised his lips slightly:

"Shi Wuming was the only eyewitness at the explosion site. Doesn't his death prove that the direction of my investigation is correct? He must have seen something he shouldn't have seen."

Hou Wendong agreed with Li Shang's judgment: "But he is dead."

Li Shang's face darkened slightly, but he still maintained his detective demeanor and said confidently:
"It doesn't matter. The dead can sometimes 'speak' better than the living, especially those who were hastily silenced."

After arriving at the hospital, Li Shang and Hou Wendong went straight to the VVip ward.

He first carefully examined the wound on Shi Wuming's chest, then repeatedly questioned Li Hanyu about the details of the assassination, and finally played the surveillance video back and forth seven times.

Unconsciously, the complete puzzle had gradually been pieced together in his mind.

Li Shang suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear.

"Eliminate all the impossible..."

Li Shang's voice sounded particularly confident in the ward.
“What remains, however incredible it may be, must be the truth, but it must be the truth of the matter.”

Everyone held their breath unconsciously, and Li Shang slowly raised three fingers and sneered:
"The murderer who assassinated my wife was too stupid. He made at least three fatal mistakes..."

(End of this chapter)