QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 254. Fan Jialuo Committed Murder
TN:- 7 Chapters!!!
Fan Jialuo’s prophecies had been validated countless times, and many had learned a bloody lesson from them. As for the consequences of failing to heed his words——Jian Ya, Liu Zhao, Su Fengxi…… these individuals, who once stood bathed in glory, could step forward right now to bear witness to the truth.
The most recent disaster was Ma You’s insane killing spree. Ignoring Fan Jialuo’s warnings and allowing Lin Nianci’s actions to continue unchecked led to devastating damage to the entire capital city. The bloody scene and the heart-wrenching remorse still haunt Chief Yan’s nightmares, tormenting him night after night.
After leaving the South City District Branch, Chief Yan immediately went to the First Biological Laboratory of China and met with Director Lin, the person in charge there, and had a sincere conversation with him.
In his presence, Director Lin was humble and smiling. But after he left, he immediately summoned Zhang Yang and said with a half-smile, “Guess what? This Yan Quanling came to give us a warning.”
“He’s a major favorite of the authorities, so he sticks his nose into everybody’s business.” Zhang Yang poured two glasses of red wine, then took out a small porcelain vial from his shirt pocket, dripped the blue liquid inside into the wine, gently shook it to mix, and then pushed it to Director Lin’s side.
Red wine is meant to be sipped slowly to truly appreciate its flavor, but the refined Director Lin picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp. He then grabbed the glass next to Zhang Yang and drank it all in one go. He closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and ran his fingertips along the corner of his eye, feeling the fine lines gradually diminishing. A pleased smile involuntarily curved his lips.
Zhang Yang didn’t mind Director Lin’s greedy behavior at all, on the contrary, he narrowed his eyes and watched with keen interest as the man wore an expression of deep intoxication.
“Why did Yan Quanling warn you? We don’t seem to have any conflict of interest with him.” He asked casually.
Director Lin lowered the back of his chair, his tone dismissive, “He brought a prophecy.”
Zhang Yang’s languid expression instantly turned sinister, “A prophecy? He’s very close to Fan Jialuo, so that prophecy was issued by Fan Jialuo, right?”
“Yes, I didn’t hear the exact words, but it was something like the drug we’re developing is poisonous and could cause a large-scale death toll, told us to be careful and it would be best to abort the experiment.” Director Lin relayed.
“If it would kill me, why would I drink it like water every day? I wouldn’t harm myself. Besides, you’ve studied the chemical composition of this drug, and it’s all beneficial to the human body.” Zhang Yang explained briefly.
“Of course I know. I’m a beneficiary myself, so how could I possibly believe him?” Director Lin opened his eyes, a sharp glint flickering within his pupils, “However, I do have one lingering doubt. Zhang Yang, where exactly did the fruit you provided us with come from? And where, specifically, is its cultivation site located? We must conduct a thorough study of the raw materials in order to refine this medicinal agent—did you know that there is still immense room for its perfection?”
Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly to show he understood, but inwardly he scoffed: All this talk of researching raw materials, improving the agent, and enhancing its efficacy was just an excuse for this man to pursue his own selfish interests. What he truly wanted was to produce the fruit for this agent and master the method of cultivating the fruit trees——that was the real profit.
“Director Lin, my Green River Research Institute is also exploring methods for large-scale planting of this fruit tree. Once I have some initial results, we can discuss further cooperation. We aren’t so deeply tied by mutual interest that we can’t be pulled apart, it would be better for each of us to keep a few cards close to our chest——don’t you agree? I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave now. Please carry on with your work.”
Zhang Yang stood up to leave, completely ignoring Director Lin’s suddenly dark expression.
“Yes, we need to strengthen our relationship further, I agree on that. But Xiao Zhang, I bet Yan Quanling will definitely go to the higher-ups and say all sorts of things after he leaves here. You know that Fan Jialuo is indeed a Psychic, and a very powerful one at that. His prophecies have never been wrong, and the higher-ups value him highly. He said our research will cause a major disaster. Do you think the higher-ups will stop our experiment and then settle accounts with your Zhang family for all that mess?”
Director Lin stroked his newly grown, thick black hair and sighed, “Xiao Zhang, when Su Fengxi had that accident, your Zhang family was almost ruined by Fan Jialuo. I was the one who stepped in to save you. Now you turn around and say our relationship isn’t close enough. I’m really heartbroken. You’re still young and don’t know your place when you speak. I won’t hold it against you, but you should go back and think it over. Alright, I will go on with my work now. Don’t forget to close the door behind you when you leave.”
He waved his hand, treating Zhang Yang as casually as if he were teasing a cat or dog.
Zhang Yang’s facial muscles twitched, as if contorting into a grotesque grimace, yet suddenly, with a smile as bright as sunshine, he said, “Lin Shushu, I have never forgotten your kindness. Rest assured, the moment I achieve any results here, you will be the very first person I tell. I’ll be going now, please carry on with your work.”
He bowed and scraped as he backed away, gently closing the door behind him. As he turned around, his fawning face instantly twisted into the shape of a demon.
“Fan Jialuo……” He chewed on those words, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.
At the same time, Director Lin’s lips curled into a contemptuous smile. With a slight movement of his fingers, he snatched a pen from the far end of the table into his palm, then casually compressed it into a steel ball using a magnetic field. Thick black ink splattered onto the table, soiling his hand, but this only fueled his extremely arrogant laughter.
The drug not only restored his youth but also granted him supernatural abilities, further fueling his ambition.
“What would happen if I were to face off against Fan Jialuo?” He closed his eyes and pondered, a look of disdain on his face.
That’s human nature, once they acquire abilities beyond the norm, they start to believe they’re invincible……——
After several days of travel, Fan Jialuo returned to the old residence and went to the basement, intending to rest for the night in the dragon’s mouth. Here, he could forgo the bathtub and draw energy directly from the thick, dark mist.
Xu Yiyang, with a skull and Minion figurine tucked in his arms and a small backpack slung over his shoulder, followed along, still half-asleep.
“Go to sleep.” Fan Jialuo made a makeshift bed for him on the floor.
“Tell me a story.” Xu Yiyang tugged at his Gege’s sleeve.
“Then let me tell you a story from Romance of the Three Kingdoms.” Fan Jialuo said, recounting the tale as he went, quickly lulling the child to sleep. He stood up, gently walked to the dragon’s mouth, then sat cross-legged, meditating quietly. As his eyelids lowered, a strange palpitation flashed through his mind, only to vanish in an instant.
If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely think they were hallucinating and then fall asleep, but Fan Jialuo would never miss any tiny intuition, because he had survived by relying on it since he was a child.
He rose to his feet and paced back and forth across the dragon’s mouth, attempting to harness his vast magnetic field and formidable mental power to seize that flash of insight that passes in the blink of an eye, yet he could no longer find it. It had not vanished, but rather had been cut off by some force, this only served to heighten Fan Jialuo’s vigilance.
He didn’t know what the insight was, so he couldn’t find a way to deal with it. He went to the living room on the first floor, picked up his phone, and called Dr. Song.
“What happened?” Song Rui’s languid voice drifted over, it seemed he had already gone to sleep.
“I have a bad feeling and I don’t know what to do.” Fan Jialuo said calmly.
“What did you foresee?” Song Rui’s voice immediately became clear, deep, and alert, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being put on.
“It is precisely because I cannot foresee anything that I feel somewhat uneasy.”
Anything that can make Fan Jialuo uneasy must be something bad, and certainly not something simple. Without a second thought, Song Rui said, “Wait for me at home, I’ll be right there.”
“Then drive safely on your way.” Fan Jialuo did not decline, instead, he offered a sincere word of caution. He accepted this kindness with unreserved ease and without a moment’s hesitation, a gesture tantamount to openly acknowledging a deepening intimacy between the two of them, which caused Song Rui to pause in slight surprise before letting out a soft, low chuckle.
“Okay, I’ll be careful on the way. Turn on all the security systems at home.” As he said this, Song Rui locked the door and strode towards the elevator. In his haste, he hadn’t even changed out of his pajamas, just put on a thick coat.
“I’ll give you permission to connect your phone to my home security system. That way you’ll be able to see me through the security cameras. I remember you downloaded the app for my security system.” Fan Jialuo suggested.
Song Rui smiled even more broadly and quickly passed the authentication, connecting to the security system of the Fan family’s old residence. He said in a low voice, “I’ll also give you access to my home. You can see me anytime you want to see me.”
After a long silence, Fan Jialuo chuckled softly, “Alright.”
As Song Rui walked into the underground parking lot, he asked in a good mood, “Fan Jialuo, We’ve shared our most confidential access information, so doesn’t that make me your best friend?”
“You are my only, best friend.” Fan Jialuo did not evade the question, instead, he answered with utmost seriousness.
Song Rui laughed so hard his steps were a little unsteady. After getting into the car, he said in a hoarse voice, “Wait for me, I’ll be right there.” ——
Song Rui arrived at the old house as quickly as possible. He first accompanied Fan Jialuo on a walk outside to check for any intruders, and then they sat down to discuss what the ominous premonition was.
When Fan Jialuo saw Dr. Song’s messy hair for the first time, he seemed to find it amusing, and the corners of his mouth remained turned up.
“You look exhausted. Never mind, let’s drop the subject. After all, whatever is meant to happen, whether it should or shouldn’t, is bound to happen regardless. No amount of discussion on our part will make any difference. You go on and get some sleep, I’ll make up the bed for you.” Fan Jialuo took Song Rui by the hand and led him toward the second floor.
Song Rui squeezed his hand and asked, “Last time you said you wanted to taste home-cooked food, why? Is it because you have no sense of taste?”
“Yes, I have no sense of taste.” Fan Jialuo retrieved a quilt, speaking in a dispassionate tone, as if discussing someone else’s affairs, “I can taste all the bitterness of the world, but I can’t taste food. Sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy——to me, they are all superfluous. Fear, too, is the most useless of emotions——as are hesitation, weakness, and sensitivity. To ensure the absolute strength of this body, I have cast aside every sensation that could be discarded.”
“But you kept the pain.” Song Rui retorted.
“Pain is by no means superfluous.” Fan Jialuo said, shaking his head, “Pain is the most effective defense mechanism. It keeps me alert and conscious at all times, and it also helps me remember what I should remember.”
“Sometimes, I really think you’re a martyr.” Song Rui stared straight at him, his voice low and somber, “Only martyrs take pain for granted. The English word ‘martyr,’ literally means a fatal saint. What kind of path are you walking? Although you’re unwilling to tell me, I’ve already guessed from your words and actions that you’re sacrificing yourself, aren’t you? This could be fatal for you. Do you really think you’re Jesus Christ or primordial god Pangu? Let me tell you, you’re just one person, you can’t save the whole world.”
After a long silence, Fan Jialuo said, “You’re right. I’m just one person, I can’t save the whole world. But if I could, I think I could save the vast majority of people.”
The unease and anger that Song Rui had been suppressing surged up instantly. Just as he was about to continue retorting, Fan Jialuo pressed down on his shoulders, and he suddenly found himself embracing a cold body, two slender fingers pinched his thin lips, forbidding him from uttering another word.
“Go to sleep, you’re tired.” Fan Jialuo whispered in his ear, each word accompanied by a slightly itchy breath.
Lost in unease and anxiety, Song Rui instantly fell into a gentle trap. The person who created this trap was cunning and clear-headed. He knew how to break the conversation, and without any hesitation, fear, or sensitivity, he immediately employed the most direct and effective method.
He was sometimes naive, and sometimes complex. But the more Song Rui understood him, the more profoundly he realized that the true nature of Fan Jialuo was not cold, detached, or aloof, rather, it was sweet, tender, and meltingly soft.
He embraced the cold yet supple body, his head burning as if filled with boiling water, bubbling and gurgling, leaving no room for thought.
Fan Jialuo wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, “Lend me some of your warmth, I like your warmth.”
As he spoke, his magnetic field gently enveloped them, firmly locking in Song Rui’s ever-increasing body temperature and allowing it to permeate his own skin. Thus, this body that could never be warmed up gradually began to heat up.
Song Rui instinctively tightened his embrace around Fan Jialuo, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead as a single phrase echoed repeatedly in his mind: Borrow——I will lend you whatever you desire. My warmth, my affection, my wisdom, even my very life……
He didn’t say these words aloud, but his surging emotions were like a packet of popping candy, sweet and lively, filling Fan Jialuo’s mouth and causing him to chuckle softly.
Song Rui didn’t understand what he was laughing at, but his expression softened, and he chuckled softly in return.
“Whatever path you choose to take, I’ll be right there with you. You’ve always known my wish, haven’t you?” He asked in a hoarse voice.
“I know, we will do everything together.” Last time, out of caution and a sense of responsibility, Fan Jialuo did not respond. This time, however, he said those words without hesitation.
Song Rui finally let go of all his unease and embraced the person with a smile. The winter night was cold, and the body that existed as a soul vessel and the desolate heart should have been even colder, but they both had the warmest dream they had ever had.
The next day, Song Rui and Fan Jialuo were awakened by a series of phone calls. Chief Yan and Meng Zhong were calling them separately at the same time, seemingly in a great hurry.
“Chief Yan, hello. What happened?” Fan Jialuo answered the phone.
“Teacher Fan, please check the news! Something terrible has happened! Last night, three families were murdered in Beijing. Three victims survived, and they all accuse you of being the killer. Moreover, the surveillance cameras clearly captured the entire process of you committing the crimes. What’s worse, these videos have been released online by the media, causing extremely negative consequences. I will send someone to take you to the police station. Please be prepared.” Chief Yan’s anxious voice came from the other end of the line.
Fan Jialuo’s heart, which had been hanging in suspense all night, finally settled down.
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