QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 255. Homicidal Maniac Fan Jialuo
Not long after Chief Yan hung up the phone, a large number of heavily armed police surrounded the Fan family’s old residence.
Fan Jialuo did not resist, but instead reached out his hands to let them handcuff him. He then shook his head at the agitated Dr. Song, his fingertips drooping downwards.
Song Rui nodded, suppressing his heart pounding as he stood there watching them leave. Since he wasn’t a suspect, but merely staying at the Fan family’s old residence, the police weren’t authorized to detain him, they simply asked him to go to the police station later to give a statement.
To prevent any favoritism in this case, Chief Yan, Meng Zhong, Zhuang Zhen, and others from the South City District Branch, West City District Branch, and even several other branches in Beijing were excluded from the investigation team, because they all had close cooperation with Fan Jialuo and had a very harmonious relationship with him.
If they are involved in this case, the investigation results will lose credibility.
The people currently responsible for detaining Fan Jialuo were elites directly drawn from the police department. They had all undergone rigorous training and act with great caution.
After successfully detaining Fan Jialuo, they locked two metal balls weighing tens of kilograms each to his ankles and then locked him alone in the back of the truck, which was reinforced with several layers of metal plates. They monitored his every move through a small window without ever seeing him.
The investigation team possessed detailed information on Fan Jialuo and knew that his level of danger was comparable to a nuclear bomb, even the slightest movement could trigger a violent explosion, so they dared not relax their vigilance in the slightest.
Watching the modified police vehicle speed away surrounded by dozens of police cars, Song Rui went to the basement and woke Xu Yiyang up. He didn’t approach the circular formation, nor did he dare to look directly at the black dragon that seemed to be swimming in the center. He just stood at the door and called out a few times.
Xu Yiyang groggily got up, rubbing his eyes, and asked, “Where’s Gege?”
“Gege is away on a business trip, he’ll be back in a few days. Go wash up, I’ll take care of you these next few days.” Song Rui said gently.
Xu Yiyang looked disappointed, but he didn’t cry or make a fuss, instead, he obediently put on his slippers and walked out of the formation. After sleeping in such a cold place all night, his face didn’t look sickly at all, instead, it had a rosy glow, as if his body had regained the flow of warm blood.
Song Rui gestured with his head and asked in surprise, “Have you grown taller?”
Xu Yiyang grinned and smiled happily, “I’ve grown a little bit taller.” He held up his fingers to show his height.
Growing up was a natural process for him, but in Song Rui’s eyes, it was nothing short of a miracle. He knew the child before him was already dead, and had lost the chance to grow up. Being able to remain as he was now, living happily and carefree in this world, was already his greatest fortune.
However, Fan Jialuo seemed to feel that this was far from enough. He wanted to give this child not only survival and happiness, but also a sense of security and stability that would always accompany him, and even a sense of belonging to grow up normally.
He wanted to reintegrate the child into the world. And he succeeded.
Song Rui didn’t know what method Fan Jialuo had used, but he suddenly realized that what that person had said yesterday——I could save the vast majority of people——was not just empty talk.
“You’ve grown taller and bigger, are you happy?” Song Rui knelt down to look Xu Yiyang in the eye, a sudden wave of emotion blurring his vision.
“I’m so happy! I want to grow taller than you so I can protect Gege.” Xu Yiyang stood on tiptoe and raised his hand above Song Rui’s head.
“Then good luck.” Song Rui, who usually loathed children, seemed to be giving all his gentleness and patience to the child in front of him. Because he was different, he was the person Fan Jialuo wanted to protect.
Xu Yiyang waved his little fist, slipped on his slippers and ran upstairs. Then, as if remembering something, he hurriedly turned back and put the skull and the Minion that were placed on the quilt into the dragon’s mouth.
Song Rui watched as the two evil objects sank into the hard ground, just like stones sinking into lake water, but he was not surprised at all. He did not rush over to check the situation. Instead, he simply took Xu Yiyang’s little hand, took him to wash up, and then sent him to school.
Upon arriving at Kongfu Primary School, he personally escorted Xu Yiyang to his classroom and had an earnest conversation with the homeroom teacher. He explained that Fan Jialuo had been falsely accused and asked the teacher to keep a close eye on Xu Yiyang for the day, ensuring he was not exposed to any information regarding the matter.
The teachers at Kongfu Primary School had all undergone rigorous training and possessed high moral character, so they immediately agreed.
After settling the child in properly, Song Rui returned to the car, opened his phone, and checked today’s trending news.
Sure enough, news of Fan Jialuo committing murders spread like wildfire across the internet. The three videos were very clear, and the bloody and cruel scenes, as well as the violent and terrifying methods of the crime, were beyond the imagination and tolerance of ordinary people, quickly causing a huge social reaction.
Despite widespread police efforts to scrub the footage, the number of downloads and reposts skyrocketed, allowing the news to spread rapidly like a viral contagion.
If a blank sheet of paper is stained, then everyone sees only the stain, not how pure it once was. Those who regarded Fan Jialuo as a hero seemed to have suffered a devastating blow in an instant, and began to post some extreme remarks online.
They initially didn’t believe the images, but the resourceful media managed to interview three survivors. Their erratic, terrified, and grief-stricken reactions were like a spark falling into a vault, instantly igniting public outrage.
Phrases like, ‘severely punish Fan Jialuo’, ‘burn him’, ‘shoot him’, ‘he’s no good person’, and ‘he deceived the whole world’ frequently appeared on social media, triggering a nationwide frenzy of imitation.
It seemed that in the span of a single night, tearing down Fan Jialuo had become a matter of political correctness.
Everyone wanted to push him into an abyss from which he could never return, because he was once so noble and powerful that he couldn’t afford to make even the slightest mistake.
Powerful people inspire fear in ordinary people, noble people inspire alienation or even rejection in ordinary people.
We’re all the same, so why are you different? That’s the despicable nature of humanity.
Faced with this situation, Song Rui was not surprised at all. Having studied psychology, he knew this was a very common psychological phenomenon. The resulting aversion after a shining image is destroyed, is almost irreversible. The more positive a person’s image, the greater the malice they will suffer once a mistake is exposed.
Suppressing his anxiety, Song Rui clicked on the interview videos of the three survivors.
The first survivor was a sixteen-year-old girl with a pale face, wild and dazed eyes, her head turning around in all directions, looking around in fear, as if she was still deeply immersed in the terrifying atmosphere of being hunted.
“It’s Fan Jialuo, it’s him! I saw it clearly! He broke into my house and killed my parents…… He can eat people! Ahhhhh, what are you doing? Don’t touch me!” She seemed to have gone mad, scratching wildly when the reporter touched her even slightly.
Several medical staff immediately restrained her hands and feet and hurriedly injected her with a sedative.
The second survivor was a middle-aged woman with bloodstains on her forehead, a large scrape on her arm, and a vacant look in her eyes, as if she had lost her soul.
No matter what the reporters asked, she just shook her head and didn’t say a word. However, when the reporters mentioned Fan Jialuo’s name, she screamed and collapsed, lying on the ground convulsing.
She was shocked to the point of having an epileptic fit because of Fan Jialuo.
The reporters quickly stepped back, making way for an open space, and then kept taking pictures of her disheveled appearance, which only made her look more miserable.
The third survivor was a middle-aged man. Compared to the first two interviewees, he was the calmest, but also the most seriously injured. The left side of his body was covered in blood, and his cheek had a deep, bone-revealing wound from a sharp object.
As he was being loaded into the ambulance by paramedics, he stared directly into the camera and shouted, “The murderer is Fan Jialuo! He ripped out my wife’s and son’s hearts and swallowed them alive! It must be him, no one else possesses that kind of bizarre power! Just like Ma You, he’s a homicidal maniac, you’ve all been deceived by him!”
His piercing screams were cut off inside the ambulance. A group of reporters chased after the vehicle, loudly asking all sorts of questions, but were eventually left far behind.
Song Rui turned off the three videos and then carefully watched the video of the crime scene sent by Meng Zhong. He finally understood why the middle-aged man kept saying that the murderer was Fan Jialuo.
Within the camera’s field of view, a middle-aged man was slowly walking home, holding his wife’s hand in one hand and his young son’s hand in the other. Their figures were illuminated by streetlights, and thus, when a man jumped out from the green belt, his face was clearly captured.
He was so thin he was practically unrecognizable as a human, just a skeleton wrapped in scorched skin, looking like a terrifying ghost. His two thin, withered hands danced in the night, leaving afterimages, and in a single glance, he slashed the throats of the woman and the child, taking their lives.
The middle-aged man was terrified. He abandoned his wife and child, turned and ran, quickly escaping the range of the surveillance cameras.
The skeletal, gaunt ghost staggered to the two corpses, its sharp-clawed hand suddenly plunging into their chest cavities, ripping out their still-beating hearts, and wolfing them down.
He ate so eagerly and hastily, as if he were starving to death, the scene was so horrific it could only be described as horrific.
The middle-aged man who had fled earlier ran back at this moment, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and slashed fiercely at the ghostly figure’s back.
At first, the man managed to hack into the ghostly figure’s flesh, drawing spurts of blood, yet, after a few blows, the ghostly body began to fill out at a visible rate, and its once-fragile skin hardened into something akin to hard metal——impervious to blade or weapon.
The middle-aged man failed to injure the ghostly figure, instead, the snapping and rebounding cleaver slashed his cheek and struck his shoulder, causing him serious injury.
Smelling the blood behind him, the much plumper ghostly figure slowly turned around and stared straight at the middle-aged man.
Under the streetlights, an exceptionally handsome face was revealed. Although his cheeks were deeply sunken, it was not difficult to recognize who he was. After all, someone with such extraordinary looks was a rare find throughout the entire country.
The man stared in astonishment at the ghostly figure, then his throat was grabbed and he was lifted into the air. Fortunately, his act of running through the street with a kitchen knife attracted many passersby. Hearing the noisy footsteps, the ghostly figure abandoned him, leaped into the green belt, and disappeared into the deep night, leaving behind only two corpses with their chests hollowed out.
After that incident, the ghostly figure attacked the homes of a young girl and a middle-aged woman, killing their families, tearing out their hearts, and devouring them on the spot. It seemed to draw power from these beating, bloodied hearts, with each meal, its face grew fuller until it finally reverted to Fan Jialuo’s usual appearance.
In the final shot, he looks at a camera mounted on the living room ceiling, grins, revealing two rows of teeth stained with blood and bits of flesh, his eyes filled with utter cruelty and madness.
Compared to Ma You, his methods of killing were more bizarre and more evil.
Song Rui tapped the screen to freeze the image, then stared intently at the face that was identical to Fan Jialuo’s. He knew these videos were irrefutable evidence and had already caused extremely negative social repercussions. Under such circumstances, no one would believe Fan Jialuo was innocent.
It was precisely because these videos were filled with details that were difficult to explain scientifically that the public was increasingly convinced that the perpetrator was Fan Jialuo. Who else but him could possess such abilities? The mutants are evil, and Fan Jialuo has always belonged to this group, this is an unspoken consensus.
Song Rui turned off the video and browsed through various news pages. Sure enough, he saw many comments convicting Fan Jialuo.
One netizen, believing they had learned the truth, wrote with absolute certainty: 【Why is Fan Jialuo so powerful? Because, like Ma You, he also gains power by killing! His power comes from the hearts of living people! Comrades, think about it. He is the most powerful Psychic in China. If his power is drawn from the hearts of living people, how many people has he killed? Don’t you find it terrifying to think about? 】
This comment was pushed to the top of the list, and the fact that Fan Jialuo was a homicide maniac was now widely accepted by the vast majority of people.
Regardless of who was behind this, he had achieved his objective. He may have lacked the formidable power to confront Fan Jialuo head-on, but the path he chose was the quickest and least strenuous one.
He first used public opinion to destroy Fan Jialuo’s positive image, next, used the power of the state to strip Fan Jialuo of his freedom, biding time while the media narrative brewed and public fury continued to escalate to the point where it can no longer be suppressed. The courts would inevitably sentence him to life imprisonment or death in order to appease the public and restore social order.
Ma You’s fate is exactly what awaits Fan Jialuo.
Realizing what kind of scheme the person behind the scenes was setting up, Song Rui quickly thought of a way to break the deadlock.
While he currently lacked the means to invalidate those three pieces of CCTV footage, he possessed a concrete alibi to clear Fan Jialuo.
The first case occurred at 9:30 p.m., coincidentally, he and Fan Jialuo were chatting in the living room at that time, and their images were still stored in the security system.
With this alone, he could buy Fan Jialuo a little more time. As for how to solve the case and find the murderer, once he met Fan Jialuo and got together, they would naturally come up with a solution.
Song Rui retrieved the surveillance video from the Fan family’s old house, saved it on his phone, and then drove to the police station.
Upon hearing that he was there to provide an alibi for Fan Jialuo, the chief investigator immediately sneered, “Our investigation has revealed that you appear to have an improper relationship with Fan Jialuo. We cannot accept your testimony.”
Song Rui immediately realized that this person harbored deep hostility towards him and Fan Jialuo. His purpose in participating in this case did not seem to be to find the truth, but to thoroughly prove Fan Jialuo’s crimes.
This is probably a scheme orchestrated by the mastermind behind the scenes, who is pushing Fan Jialuo into a corner step by step. Is it because of that antique swapping case?
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