QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 256. Dr. Song’s Inner World
Song Rui had many guesses in his mind, but he wouldn’t share them with the investigation team before meeting Fan Jialuo. He was gradually realizing that these people probably wouldn’t be wholeheartedly dedicated to finding the truth, the more he said, the more trouble he was likely to cause Fan Jialuo.
“I’m providing not just alibi, but also evidence.” Song Rui took out his phone, pulled up the surveillance video from last night, and said, “This is the surveillance footage taken by the security system of the Fan family’s old residence. You can see that at the same time that the first tragedy occurred, Fan Jialuo was with me.”
The chief investigator took his phone, glanced at it a few times, and then forced a smile, “Dr. Song, where is the surveillance video you mentioned? I can’t see it.”
Song Rui snatched the phone, only to find the screen completely black. It had inexplicably malfunctioned, and after restarting, all the files on the phone’s memory and SIM card were lost. In other words, the surveillance video that could serve as Fan Jialuo’s alibi had been destroyed. Even worse, the security system of the Fan family’s old residence, which was connected to the phone, had also been hacked, and all the video data within it had been lost.
Song Rui quickly checked his phone and reconnected to the security system of the Fan family’s old residence, trying to retrieve the video, but all attempts failed.
From the moment he handed the phone to the chief investigator, to the moment the other person returned it, only five or six seconds passed. What can happen in five or six seconds? Even the world’s top hackers probably couldn’t simultaneously hack into a mobile phone and a high-end security system and delete all the data on them.
But this person managed to do it, and without anyone noticing. He didn’t touch any of the phone’s keys, he simply placed his palm against the casing.
Song Rui’s eyes flashed, and he immediately understood, “You are an Esper too.”
Who else but an Esper could possess such bizarre abilities?
The chief investigator crossed his arms and said with a half-smile, “Dr. Song, what are you talking about?”
Song Rui gripped his now reset phone and calmly said, “No, I didn’t say anything.”
“Since you can’t produce any evidence and your alibi is unreliable, then leave. This matter has nothing to do with you from beginning to end, and getting involved will not do you any good. Please.” The chief investigator stood up, opened the door to the meeting room, and made a gesture to shoo him away.
Song Rui remained firmly seated, his tone unyielding, “I want to see Fan Jialuo.”
“This is the police headquarters, not the South City District Branch. You can’t just see whoever you want.” The chief investigator looked impatient.
“Is that so? But I believe that with a very clear alibi and me being Fan Jialuo’s lawyer, I have the right to see him.”
“A clear alibi? Where did you get that?” The chief investigator chuckled, his crooked, upturned lips revealing utter contempt.
“I have submitted the evidence to the Leader. This is the special release order issued by the Leader. May we see Fan Jialuo?” Chief Yan and Meng Zhong suddenly appeared at the door with a document. The red seal representing authority on the first page of the document deeply stung the eyes of the chief investigator.
He never expected that Chief Yan would actually take this case to the top. Wasn’t he afraid that the top leadership would think he was making a mountain out of a molehill? What’s even more absurd is that someone as insignificant as Fan Jialuo actually deserves a special release order from the top leadership. What makes him worthy of it?
Seeing the surprised expression on the chief investigator’s face, Song Rui seemed thoughtful. He straightened the hem of his suit jacket, smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeves, and slowly said, “I guess you don’t usually like to study?”
The chief investigator looked at him with a mixture of bewilderment and anger.
“If you maintain good study habits, you should know that there is now a way to store files called cloud storage. Deleting the files on my phone and the files in the security system is useless. I have already entrusted a third-party server to store these surveillance videos on my behalf, and they have already been sent to trustworthy people.”
Song Rui brushed past the chief investigator, tapped his temple with his fingertip, and said contemptuously, “Whether a person is strong or not depends mainly on their brains and character. You’re no good at either of those.”
The chief investigator almost fainted from anger, but Chief Yan and Meng Zhong were standing next to Song Rui. Both of them were of higher rank than him, and they were holding special release orders personally issued by the supreme leader, so he didn’t dare to shout at all.
The top leadership has taken notice of this case, so as the chief investigator, his every move and word will be reported. If he makes even the slightest mistake and leaves a bad impression on the top leadership, his career will suffer a devastating blow.
He finally became an Esper and gained the confidence to climb higher, so how could he possibly stumble at the very beginning?
With this in mind, the chief investigator had no choice but to abandon the previously made plan and prepare to proceed as things progressed.——
In the interrogation room, two police officers were questioning Fan Jialuo. Their attitude wasn’t exactly hostile, but it wasn’t far off either. They wouldn’t give him water or a comfortable chair, and they shone a harsh, white light directly into his eyes. They also handcuffed his hands and feet to heavy iron balls.
“Tell me, where were you at 9:30 last night?” One of the police officers slammed his fist on the table.
The incandescent light bulb was very close to Fan Jialuo’s face, so close that the heat emanating from the bulb could almost scorch the ends of his hair. Yet he could keep his eyes open, staring directly at the blinding light, his pupils not secreting any tears of reason, nor showing any signs of panic, anxiety, or confusion.
He sat there, calm and composed, his hands, even with heavy iron balls hanging from them, easily clasped together and resting on his knees. He could even cross his legs and casually swing them, seemingly oblivious to the weight he carried.
“I was at home at 9:30 last night,” he said calmly and gently.
“Liar! At 9:30 last night, you committed murder on XX Road. The surveillance video clearly captured the entire process. Tell me, why did you do that? What benefit would you gain from eating a human heart?” The two police officers immediately convicted him upon arrival and then went straight to the motive for the murder.
Fan Jialuo’s voice remained low and slow, “Could you show me that murder video?”
“Just confess and cut the crap. Why are you looking for the video? It’s your own damn crime, as if you don’t already know what happened?” The two police officers kept pressing him for confession, completely ignoring his pleas.
Fan Jialuo realized that these people weren’t there to interrogate him, but to convict him. They just wanted him to sign the conviction quickly and wouldn’t listen to a word he said. He knew nothing about the details of the three cases, had lost his freedom, and was now completely in the dark, unable to learn anything.
He twitched his fingertips, wanting to release a magnetic field and use the memories and eyes of these two police officers to understand the outside world, but then suddenly dismissed the idea.
The magnetic field he had been gathering at his fingertips silently receded into his body. His eyes were lowered, and he focused intently on the interrogation table. This table had truly suffered a lot, it was covered with scratches, and within those scratches were some dark brown stains, as if they were dried blood or splattered ink, and it was unclear who had left them.
Was it a police officer who lost control of his emotions in anger? Or perhaps some unfortunate prisoner?
Fan Jialuo suddenly became very interested in the table and even distributed the magnetic field on its surface, trying to understand its troubled past through these crisscrossing engravings.
His calm expression gradually turned into one of interest, but he completely ignored the prejudiced questions from the two police officers. They roared, screamed, and shouted in his ear, but all they got in return was a pleasing and serene smile.
He was completely oblivious to the fact that this room held more than just himself and a table, there were two actual people here. It was precisely this dismissive attitude that was so incredibly maddening
So when Song Rui walked into the interrogation room with the special release order, the two police officers were driven completely insane with rage. They were throwing cups, kicking stools, and were one second away from beating him up. If that interrogation table hadn’t been bolted to the concrete with four screws, their first instinct would have been to flip the damn thing over.
Upon seeing the release order, they became even more furious, but there was nothing they could do but slam the door shut and go to process the bail for Fan Jialuo.
A loud bang finally snapped Fan Jialuo out of his contemplation of the table’s ‘tragic history’. He lightly lifted his eyelids to see Dr. Song, then curled his thin, crimson lips into a smile.
“I knew you would come.” He said, spreading his pale palms on the table, his tone extremely cheerful, “So I’ve been waiting for you.”
Song Rui naturally rested his hands in his palms, his voice deep and steady, “As long as you’re here, I’ll always come.”
They looked deeply into each other’s eyes and chuckled softly.
“Your alibi has been filed, but without a way to disprove those three pieces of murder footage, I could only secure a special release order for you, not an absolute pardon. You’re still not entirely in the clear.”
The first simply lets him walk out for now, the second officially wipes his slate clean. The difference between them was obvious to Fan Jialuo.
“I want to see those three videos.” He said in a low voice.
Fan Jialuo instinctively reached for his phone, but then suddenly remembered, “My phone was damaged by the chief investigator, and all the data on it is lost.”
“He is an Esper.” Fan Jialuo asserted.
“You sensed it?” Song Rui placed his phone on the table.
“When you first walked in, I saw the magnetic field he left on you, pale blue, and the aura was from the same source as that drug. He must have participated in Zhang Yang’s experiment.”
“So, the one making moves against you from the shadows is Zhang Yang?” Song Rui guessed.
“I’ll probably have to watch the video to be sure. If it is him, it should be related to the missing antiques case.” Fan Jialuo said, offering his own guess.
“No, the Zhang family has nothing to do with the antique case.” Song Rui denied.
“Why?”
“When Chief Yan showed the special release order from the Leader, the chief investigator seemed very surprised. He couldn’t understand why your case would attract the attention of the top leadership. But the special task force is conducting a thorough investigation into the Taoist Sects’ people and those four families. If it is the mastermind, it must have realized that his crimes have been exposed, and must also know that as the special advisor for this case, you will receive special care from the top leadership. Taking action against you at this time would be to obstruct the progress of solving the case, and would inevitably encounter a lot of resistance and pressure from the top leadership.”
After a moment’s thought, Fan Jialuo understood and replied, “However, the chief investigator was unaware of the situation, he was taken aback by the extent of my connections, which indicates that he had no involvement in the antique-swapping scheme. Furthermore, the fact that he is one of Zhang Yang’s men, and was acting under Zhang Yang’s orders to target me, suggests that the Zhang family, too, has no connection to the case.”
“Yes, provided, of course, that the one operating against you is actually Zhang Yang.” Song Rui nodded in agreement.
“I’ll know whether it’s him or not once I’ve seen the video.” Fan Jialuo said thoughtfully.
“The footage of the attack has been deleted from the entire internet. I’ll have Meng Zhong send it to me again.” Song Rui picked up his phone.
Fan Jialuo, however, hooked his fingertip and said, “No need, I can see it directly by entering your brain.”
Song Rui was stunned for a while before nodding with his thin lips pursed. After taking off his gold-rimmed glasses, his narrow eyes curved into a joyful arc. He never forgot what Fan Jialuo had said, entering the mind of someone you do not trust is tantamount to suicide.
And yet, he’s now actively asking to enter his own brain. Why?
It stems from unreserved trust, from a reliance where two hearts have merged into one, from the ability to hold each other within ourselves, remaining independent individuals, yet sharing souls that resonate on the same frequency.
Song Rui tried to purse his lips, but the joy in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Infected by his emotions, Fan Jialuo couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Ready?”
“Ready.”
The two held hands, forehead to forehead, and closed their eyes together.
Fan Jialuo’s consciousness entered a pitch-black place without any hindrance. It was extremely cold and damp, and permeated with a stench, like soil soaked in blood. It was also very long and narrow, like a corridor, stretching into an unseen end.
Fan Jialuo was accustomed to unleashing tsunamis and raging waves, stirring up other people’s memories onto their cerebral cortex and then devouring them completely. But when facing Dr. Song, he simply walked slowly down this dark corridor, unwilling to cause it even the slightest damage.
To be honest, its environment wasn’t pleasant, even somewhat harsh, yet it didn’t evoke the slightest dislike in Fan Jialuo. Just thinking about how this was Dr. Song’s inner world made him unconsciously smile. As he walked, the dark, damp corridor began to glow faintly, and then one colorful photograph after another gradually appeared.
Fan Jialuo took a closer look using the fluorescent light, and his pupils couldn’t help but shrink.
These photos didn’t document Dr. Song’s childhood, but rather the face of Fan Jialuo himself. His smiling face, his frowning face, his pensive face, and even his angry face were all captured in these photos.
They floated throughout the corridor, their edges shimmering like stars, illuminating what was once a dark world.
Fan Jialuo’s steps grew slower and slower, and his once lifeless heart seemed to be pounding rapidly. Yet he knew clearly that this body, already dead, could not be resurrected, the so-called heartbeat was merely an illusion. Even so, he was still deeply captivated by this moment. It seemed only Dr. Song could make him truly appreciate the beauty of being alive.
He walked and walked, his fingertips reaching into the void, brushing against the faint yet undeniable stars. Finally, he reached the end of the corridor and saw two huge black-and-white photographs of Dr. Song’s father and mother. He had hidden them deep within his heart.
Fan Jialuo felt secretly relieved. If he had violently disturbed these memories, the two precious photographs would likely have been damaged.
A dazzling sphere of light emerged at the end of the corridor.
Fan Jialuo stepped over the two giant photographs and walked to the sphere of light, only to discover that it contained a video. It was his first meeting with Dr. Song, he was sitting under an incandescent light bulb, while the other was hidden in the shadows, staring at each other like enemies.
The tense scene that once seemed like a predestined encounter now appears in retrospect.
Fan Jialuo could no longer suppress a soft laugh. He looked back at the direction he had come from, where his consciousness was connected, glowing, he looked back at the sphere, which contained the memories of their first meeting, also glowing. The two points of light formed a line, extending from such a distant place, as if piercing straight through Dr. Song’s entire life journey.
Could it be that to Dr. Song, he was just as precious as life itself?
Fan Jialuo covered his face with his hand to stop this arrogant idea, unaware of the delightful smile spreading across his own lips.
Just then, Song Rui’s voice came from afar, “Did you see that?”
Fan Jialuo quickly lowered his hand and asked in a hoarse voice, “Didn’t see it? What on earth are you thinking about all day long?”
Song Rui quickly realized what was happening and chuckled, “Sorry, you’re all I can think about.”
Fan Jialuo had intended to start a conversation to tease Dr. Song, but he never expected to be teased by him instead. He was a little embarrassed for a moment, but then chuckled softly, “No apologies necessary. I like it like this.”
Song Rui, who was teased in return, was stunned for a while before he burst into laughter.
The two held hands, heads close together, both with the same happy smiles on their lips, reluctant to leave the interrogation room.
Meng Zhong and Chief Yan, who were waiting for them in the observation room:……
It took a good several dozen seconds before Song Rui finally managed to dredge those three videos up from the depths of his memory
Fan Jialuo stared at the emaciated, skeletal figure and said in a deep voice, “It’s Zhang Yang. I saw hundreds of faces superimposed on his, he seems to possess the skill of disguise. It seems he’s devoured quite a few other mutants during this time. He seems to have found a way to dig out the jade pendant.”
“These three videos are already widely known, it won’t be easy for us to break his trap.” Song Rui thought to himself.
“I have a way.” Fan Jialuo thought for a moment and then easily curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
Through this exchange of thoughts, Song Rui immediately shared his ideas and began refining the plan. Together, the two seemed capable of solving any problem.
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