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Chapter 292 - 259: Bearing the Brunt

Chapter 292: Chapter 259: Bearing the Brunt

The positions of the two people on the hospital bed were extremely ambiguous.

"Ah, what a pity~"

"Xi Tang ah, Jiang Xiao is no good at this, it would have been so much better if brother could have gone in for him."

"I, Daoist Chang Shouchong of Wuliang, feel that it’s a shame for Young Miss Yang Tao."

"Wuliang: ?"

"We don’t have such a person at our Wuliang, thank you!"

Yang Tao smiled while staring at Jiang Xiao’s vulnerable spot.

She thought to herself that as long she had something on him, there was no way he wouldn’t follow her lead!

Tsk!

Seeing Yang Tao’s constipated expression, Jiang Xiao had no choice but to take strong measures.

As everyone expected,

Jiang Xiao had no concept of cherishing and being gentle towards women in his heart.

He subdued the rampant Yang Tao with a swift capture technique.

"Stop fawning, I’m annoyed!"

"Ouch ouch ouch! Brother, it hurts! Loosen up... Brother, I was wrong, I won’t act up anymore, what’s bothering you? Let me think of a way to help!"

Jiang Xiao finally let go after Yang Tao pleaded repeatedly.

"Help me think of a way? The thing is, I... I think the director and the others are hiding something from me. Two people died today, and even though... I still feel like the director’s handling of it was somewhat sloppy."

Yang Tao took a closer look at Jiang Xiao and, realizing he wasn’t kidding, bent down and agreed with him.

"I feel the same way, this director... is definitely not right! But... but it’s a long night, can’t we talk about these things tomorrow?"

The live streaming room: ...

"Miss Yang Tao, please, you must maintain that posture, don’t move."

"Hisss, this kneeling position, to be honest, deserves my immediate attention..."

"It’s evident that Teacher Yang Tao usually keeps a low profile, but I also happen to have a heart that longs to delve deeper into understanding her."

"I’m saying, can’t you be normal for once and stop using these weird idioms, hey!"

"Seriously bad luck, where on earth do they learn these words?"

"Waaaah! It’s infuriating!"

The little pink-haired fan was so angry that she jumped onto the table, grinding her teeth in a furious tirade against Yang Tao’s flirtatiousness and moral corruption.

(๑･`д･´๑)"Really, morality is declining, people’s hearts aren’t what they used to be! Ah! If I had known, I should have gone in with them!"

"Don’t be mad, Sect Hierarch, at least your father is still pure!"

Dr. Sun tried to console her.

"As if I don’t know that! I’m not blind!" Mu Xitang crossed her arms and still looked furious, her words sharp as ever.

Alright, alright...

You’re the boss, we’ll shut up.

...

"Little Sprout, you’ve been asking for a long time now, how about we go back and rest? We can talk about it tomorrow."

Sister Qin suggested, her eyelids drooping, indicating her fatigue.

After so much questioning, they got nothing.

Originally, Sister Qin and Little Sprout suspected that the death of Old Sun had something to do with Ji Xiang’s whispered words when he locked the door the other day.

They requested to come over and ask a few questions from the doctor.

Isn’t this...?

They just wanted to ask a couple of questions and leave, but this concussed patient, Little Sprout, insisted on staying and accusing Ji Xiang as the murderer!

"Ji Xiang, say something, won’t you?"

Ji Xiang ignored Nurse Sister Qin and kept looking down the corridor, where Yang Tao’s bed was placed.

The corridor was very cold at night, and Yang Tao wanted to go into the ward, but as soon as she heard Little Sprout calling this little boy the murderer, she was so scared that she immediately pushed the bed back out again.

Little Sprout didn’t say anything, just coldly watched Ji Xiang.

But she had already completed reading Ji Xiang’s mind.

His memory... was strange?

Little Sprout found the memory from yesterday when Ji Xiang was alone with Old Sun and found it eerily strange.

After she left Room 9 yesterday.

This little boy named Ji Xiang suddenly behaved out of character, actively reached out and took Old Sun’s hand, and his smile was sweet, not at all like someone with autism.

The chat was all Old Sun talking and the boy listening.

Normally, that was nothing.

But in the end, the little boy suddenly said something out of the blue.

"Can I really survive this time? Or should I say, can you... really survive?"

Old Sun didn’t seem surprised by Ji Xiang saying something so strange; instead, he affectionately stroked Ji Xiang’s head.

"Alright... alright, alright, grandpa is no good anymore, can’t help you much, just let me get out of your way a bit..."

Although this part of the memory couldn’t directly prove that Ji Xiang killed someone,

Little Sprout still felt Old Sun’s suicide was not unrelated to him!

Could it be possible that Ji Xiang had the same hypnotic ability as she did?

Or did he use some kind of psychological suggestion to lead Old Sun to commit suicide voluntarily?

Intuition told Xiao Ya that there was something off about this little boy!

But the memories she read through mind-reading... She couldn’t explicitly tell Xiao Qin.

The surveillance footage of the old man and the young boy from yesterday had been pulled up as well.

But at the time, they were so close together, and their voices so quiet, that the footage only showed Ji Xiang smiling happily, and old man Sun looking completely satisfied.

Based solely on that, how could they determine Ji Xiang, a four or five-year-old boy, as a suspect?

But just staring each other down wasn’t getting them anywhere...

The main issue was that this little boy refused to speak, making it impossible to catch any slip-up or find substantive evidence against him!

After all, his persona was that of having "autism". Silence couldn’t be construed as a sign of guilt...

"Heh heh heh, you little rascal, just you wait! I’ll come back tomorrow, and I’m not so easily fooled into suicide by a few sweet words!"

Xiao Qin was speechless.

She thought to herself, do you really need to be so malicious toward a boy with autism?

After leaving Room Four, Xiao Ya didn’t return to her own Room Nine.

Instead, she took advantage of the night to stroll around before heading toward the location of the archives room.

If she couldn’t get the information by asking, she’d have to look it up herself!

There had to be some clues.

...

"Uh!"

After wandering around for quite some time, Xiao Ya suddenly stopped in her tracks, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end.

Damn it!

After groping about, she’d unwittingly arrived at the entrance to the morgue on the second floor.

Her original intention was to leave quickly.

But now that she was here... why not muster up some courage?

She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just past 8 PM.

Rule Five: The morgue in Wuliang Hospital isn’t very clean, so try to avoid going there after 9 PM.

After much hesitation, Xiao Ya decided to take a risk and give it a try. Fortune favors the bold!

’Click!’

"Ugh! What a crappy door!"

Just as she pushed it ajar, the main door of the morgue let out a grating creak.

She waited two minutes and, seeing no one coming, cautiously opened the door wide enough for her to slip through.

"Eh!"

She hadn’t even entered before the cold air rushing out from within made her shiver.

But once Xiao Ya had gathered herself to enter, she found that she wasn’t as scared as when she had been outside.

Instead, she felt extremely calm once inside!

That body with a white cloth over its head must be a fresh corpse, probably old man Sun.

Anyone who frequents the morgue knows that you don’t typically find someone who’s just died, like old man Sun here.

Someone who had recently passed away like him should be placed in a mortuary...

Then again, thinking about Wuliang Hospital’s tradition of cutting costs, having the mortuary and the morgue together wasn’t that strange.

Since she was already there and there didn’t seem to be anything besides the bodies, Xiao Ya decided to go for broke!

She whipped off the white cloth!

No doubt about it, it was old man Sun’s corpse.

Then she marched straight to the front of the corpse cabinets. After much deliberation, she finally gritted her teeth and pulled out the drawer.

Oh...

That gave me a start—I thought there would be something else, but no, it was still old man Sun.

Huh?!

Xiao Ya’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Old man Sun again?!

The fear that swiftly spread to her mind made her want to flee right then, but she controlled herself.

Something was definitely wrong!

She had already been frightened, and running away now would be a total loss.

Could it be possible that they were twins, or just looked very much alike?

Xiao Ya remembered that the corpses had identification tags pinned on their chests to assist in claiming those who were disfigured beyond recognition.

With courage, Xiao Ya compared the tags on the chests of the two old man Suns.

Name: Sun Changhao

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: November 15, 1955

Both bodies had identical ID tags?

What was going on?

She tilted her head in thought.

Xiao Ya decided to open a few more of these ’mystery boxes’, so she pulled out another drawer next to it.

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