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The police car sped along the highway, the sound of wind rushing through the windows coming from both sides.

Inside the carriage, however, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The recording has ended, and Qin Wushuang is gone.

The two policemen in the car both looked somber, and neither of them spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, a series of heart-wrenching cries finally erupted from inside the carriage.

"My son! My son!!"

Ding Fenglian cried so hard that her voice sounded like it was filled with blood, sending chills down everyone's spine.

"Ah!!! Drive quickly, take me to my son!!"

"elder brother!"

Hearing Ding Fenglian crying like this, Qin Sisi tensed up instantly.

She lowered her head, buried her face in her hands, and cried so hard she couldn't speak, yet she desperately wanted to say something.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" she cried out hoarsely, yet there was nothing she could do.

"Brother, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! Please come back...please come back!"

The mother and daughter were crying their hearts out, and even the two police officers in the car couldn't bear to listen.

However, Qin Feihong, as Qin Wushuang's father, reacted quite strangely at this moment.

He just sat there in the car, blankly staring with a vacant expression. Ding Fenglian, who was standing next to him, was about to faint from crying, but he was pale and unable to react at all.

It seems that most of his three souls and seven spirits have been extracted, leaving only an empty body.

The police officer next to him noticed that he was not in a good mood, so he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, trying to talk to him. But before he could say anything, the police officer's phone suddenly rang.

"Om-"

"Om-"

The rapid and noisy vibrations continued incessantly in the carriage. The policeman frowned, took out his phone, leaned slightly to the side of the window, and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Brother Ling, something bad has happened." The voice on the other end of the phone was very heavy.

Ling Yue narrowed his eyes warily: "What happened?"

"...Qin Wushuang shot himself."

"...What?" Ling Yue sat up abruptly, his face turning ashen. "Say that again!"

The person on the other end of the phone obediently repeated it.

"Qin Wushuang never intended to actually take Xie Zhaoyuan hostage! After saying his last words to Xie Zhaoyuan, he rushed into the burning villa and shot himself!"

"Have we found that person?" Ling Yue's voice trembled slightly.

"Not yet, firefighters are searching with all their might. But I estimate that his body is unlikely to be saved. The gunshots came from the second floor of the villa, and the fire was most intense on the second floor!"

"Right now, firefighters don't dare to go up at all; they can only wait until the fire gets smaller before they go up to look for people."

"..."

The news came rather suddenly, and Ling Yue was completely stunned after hearing it.

He wanted to ask something, but considering the Qin family's emotions were too fragile to be upset, he thought for a moment and tried to phrase his words tactfully.

"Are you sure the person is...?" He couldn't bring himself to say the word.

"Confirmed! The fire at the scene is extremely large. Qin Wushuang will only die if he rushes in recklessly! Moreover, everyone heard him fire a gun!"

"..." Ling Yue was speechless.

"Brother Ling, how much longer until you arrive?" the person on the other end asked.

“...About an hour.” Ling Yue’s voice was hoarse.

“Okay, but Qin Wushuang is dead, so don’t bring his parents to the villa. Just take them to the police station. We should be able to find Qin Wushuang’s body, but I’m sure it will be a very gruesome sight.”

"His parents are so old, they definitely won't be able to accept seeing their son like this."

Ling Yue nodded: "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, he immediately sent a WeChat message to his colleague who was driving.

The message popped up on the phone screen. My colleague glanced at it and then gave a soft "hmm".

The two of them made the decision quietly.

But Qin Feihong, who was standing to the side, still noticed something was wrong.

"Officer Ling, is my son still alive?" For the first time, he asked such a heavy question so directly, a question he usually preferred to ask indirectly.

"..." Ling Yue pursed his lips, unsure how to answer.

He could conceal Qin Wushuang's death and not mention it at all, but he couldn't lie to Qin Feihong without batting an eye.

This was a living, breathing human life, and Qin Feihong's beloved son. He simply couldn't deceive him.

He lowered his head guiltily, feeling as if his throat was stuffed with a wad of water-soaked cotton, making it difficult to even breathe, let alone speak.

Unable to speak, he could only answer Qin Feihong's question with silence.

Qin Feihong stared at him blankly for a moment, then nodded stiffly: "I understand, I understand..."

"Officer Ling, please tell the police ahead to speed up. I... I want to see my son as soon as possible. Whether he's alive or dead, no matter what he looks like, he's still my beloved son. I need to see him."

Upon hearing this, the police officer driving the car subconsciously glanced at Ling Yue in the rearview mirror.

“Sigh…” Ling Yue sighed and replied in a deep voice, “Okay, we will let you see your son as soon as possible.”

Qin Feihong: "Thank you, Officer Ling..."

Saying these words seemed to have exhausted all of Qin Feihong's strength. His usually straight back slumped limply, and he shrank into the cramped chair.

He didn't react much, only closing his eyes wearily. It seemed he was just tired from traveling and wanted to rest for a while, if his body wasn't trembling violently and his face wasn't covered in tears.

……

Qin Wushuang's body was found half an hour later.

At this moment, Xie Zhaoyuan had already been taken to a police car by members of the special task force to give a statement. She did not see Qin Wushuang's body, but only saw him wrapped in a sheet, put into a blue body bag, and then carried away by the police.

She sat by the car window, her gaze unconsciously following the body bag.

But the next second, Pei Xingzhi covered her eyes from outside the car window.

They were separated by a pane of glass, with Pei Xingzhi's hand gently blocking Xie Zhaoyuan's view.

Xie Zhaoyuan turned to look at him and asked softly, "Is it him?"

Pei Xingzhi was on the phone with Pei Yulin when he heard this, and could only nod slowly.

Xie Zhaoyuan frowned: "Are you sure?"

Pei Xingzhi continued to nod.

Xie Zhaoyuan didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, the policeman sitting opposite her couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are you feeling sorry for him?"

“…No.” Xie Zhaoyuan shook her head. “He brought this all on himself. I have no sympathy for him whatsoever. I just never imagined he would commit suicide, let alone that he would do it in such a way…”

"So tragic."

Police officer: "He was prepared to die from the very beginning, and this outcome was something he had anticipated. You don't need to feel too much pressure."

"Hmm." Xie Zhaoyuan gave a perfunctory reply, her lips twitching slightly.