The Last Mr. Dongguo

"Is he dead?" The woman gently pushed the pillow aside, nestled in the man's arms, and whispered.

"I don't know, neither alive nor dead." The man hugged the woman's shoulders tightly again and kissed her forehead affectionately, as if to comfort her and to confirm her identity.

"Didn't you say the plan was flawless? Surely it won't leave any loopholes?" The woman's slender index finger traced across the man's slightly sweaty chest. "Will the police find us?"

"I don't know. This is too strange. Logically, it shouldn't have been lost. I've checked it over and over again, there's no mistake."

"What happened?"

"But don't worry, I have an alibi."

"But in fact, she has disappeared."

"Don't worry, this can't be explained by conventional methods."

"The police will find you sooner or later, so you'd better be prepared," the woman said, stretching her neck. "Also, how's that person?"

"It's alright, I've already settled in," the man replied hastily, seemingly quite annoyed by the question. "You don't need to worry about it."

"I know, but I don't want you to..." The woman trailed off, "Is that really that important? It's a terrible place, everyone avoids it like the plague, why do you insist on going there?"

"Do you know how much effort the old man put into this? Once the research results are made public, it won't just be a few trophies or a little prize money." The man suddenly raised his voice, and when he realized it, he found the woman already curled up against his chest. The man's tone softened again, his right hand stroking the woman's fragrant hair. "Alright, I know what you're thinking, I understand, I had no choice."

"I have no regrets now that I've done it, but I hope my life will be happy from now on."

"Don't worry, it will."

The man gently embraced the woman's slender waist, and her fragrance wafted around him.

Darkness seems to conceal everything, and is also the best shield for all evil. The voyeur hides in the darkness, looking down on everything. At that moment, he feels that he is the ruler of this world, and all people are at his feet, bowing down to him.

The dripping sound accentuated the endless silence. The moon seemed to sense the danger and secretly slipped into the clouds. The entire city seemed to freeze in that instant, to highlight the impending carnage.

In the damp room, a man, his hands and feet bound to an electric chair, was convulsing uncontrollably. He was on the verge of death. Not far away, a dark figure was manipulating a switch, and the ever-increasing current was being sent through the wires to the man's entire body with a hissing sound.

"Have you thought it through?" The shadowy figure switched off the power, his right hand stroking the mouse wheel, his left hand gently resting on the keyboard. "Do you think it's worth risking your life for this secret?"

The man didn't react, like a deflated balloon; only the slight rise and fall of his chest indicated he was alive. The shadowy figure smiled, seemingly unconcerned. He leaned back in his chair with ease, like a wildcat admiring its plaything.

"You don't have to speak, I have plenty of time, but your time is running out. You're part of the organization, don't forget your oath. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Of course, who wouldn't be tempted by such a temptation? But we'll be by your side at all times. The killing is about to begin, and you can't escape. You can't be too greedy. Think about your future, a respected professor. You'd better think this through!" The shadowy figure tapped rhythmically on the table with his fingers, the sound not loud, but each note resonated, like a dull drumbeat relentlessly pounding on the man's heart.

"I can give you any amount of money you want," the man said, revealing his pride.

Money seems to be able to solve everything.

"Hahahaha!" A burst of wild laughter echoed in the empty room, the laughter powerful and deep.

The man shuddered. Clearly, the shadowy figure's laughter had deeply disturbed him. Perhaps he was exhausted, or perhaps he had nothing left to hide, but he didn't react much.

"Who exactly are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, but I know you very well. Do you think nobody knows what you did back then?"

"Back then? I don't understand what you're talking about."

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The current intensified again, and the man, like a fish thrown ashore, was slowly dying.

"Think it over carefully, don't test my patience. You remember what happened fifteen years ago, right?"

The shadowy figure abruptly changed his tone, like a thunderbolt from the sky, instantly piercing him.

The man jolted awake and looked up, meeting the other man's gaze. That gaze was enough to instill fear, and his initial surprise was immediately replaced by terror. Driven by the urge to escape, he chose to compromise.

"What...what do you want to know?" The electric shock stopped tormenting him. The man didn't look up. His voice was low, but he was very clear-headed. Perhaps it was his unease about the current situation, or perhaps he still harbored a sliver of hope.

"I'd like to invite you to an art exhibition. Take some time to relax."

The shadowy figure took out an invitation and threw it in front of the man.

The constant rumble of thunder filled the city with a damp, gloomy atmosphere. Fei Li, who already had trouble sleeping, was wide awake after a few claps of thunder.

She got out of bed, drew back the curtains, and saw large raindrops pounding against the window, obstructing Fei Li's view.

The "boom" sound seemed familiar, but it wasn't thunder or rain; it was the sound of metal colliding.

"Boom..."

Yes, fifteen years ago, it was also a heavy rain. After the rain, the water washed away all traces, but it couldn't wash away Fei Li's memories. His blood was mixed into the rainwater. There were no passersby, no vehicles, and the deafening thunder drowned out Fei Li's roar. Helplessness, hatred, sorrow, and despair took deep root in Fei Li's heart.

In the darkness, he saw a face, a face he would never forget! For fifteen years, he never forgot that rainy night, never forgot that face.

The orange bedside lamp cast Fei Li's silhouette onto the wall, and with the flashing lightning, the silhouette appeared even more resolute. A family photo sat on the table, capturing the most beautiful moments forever.

My thoughts are racing!

Some things may fade with time, but others, even if diluted by time, will remain in our blood.

The fog was so thick that nothing could be seen on the other side. Sunlight was blocked by the dense fog, losing its way. But sound could still travel in a straight line; in the humid air, listening was the only thing one could do.

"I won't let you take any risks. Your task is to study; you don't need to do anything else." His face was obscured by the fog.

"No, brother, this isn't something you can handle alone. It requires..." The woman's voice was soft but firm.

"Alright." The man interrupted the other's explanation, finally making out her features. He reached out and embraced the woman's head from the thick fog. "I won't let you do anything dangerous. You'd better stay safe."

"But……"

"No buts, listen to me."