0p0 Chapter 502 Why Are You Still Alive
Chapter 502 Why Are You Still Alive
Chapter 502 Why Are You Still Alive?
In the city center, the Zidong International Group building stands on the street. The street next to the building is busy with cars and pedestrians, some rushing to work, some strolling leisurely, and surrounded by tall buildings with glass exterior walls reflecting the sunlight.
The Zidong International Group Building is particularly eye-catching, with a unique streamlined design and shining metallic luster, highlighting the charm of modern architecture.
The sun shines down, the glass curtain wall reflects the light, and it contrasts with the surrounding modern buildings. The breeze blows, and the building interweaves with light and shadow, outlining a vibrant urban scene.
This building is like a beacon of dreams, attracting dreamers to step in and open up endless possibilities.
At this moment, in the spacious and bright office on the top floor of the Zidong International Group building, it was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was the ticking sound of the second hand of the wall clock.
The sound is monotonous and regular, and each sound seems to be measuring the passage of time.
Song Shijie sat quietly in that expensive office chair. He seemed to have lost all his energy. He slumped in the chair with empty and confused eyes.
His right hand weakly supported his heavy head, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if carrying endless pain and fatigue.
The image of his son's painful and lonely look after losing a leg kept appearing in his mind. Every time he thought of it, it was like a sharp needle piercing his heart, making it so painful that he could hardly breathe.
Because of his son's accident, he didn't know how many sleepless nights he had endured. In every quiet night, he lay alone in bed,
Looking at the ceiling, the guilt and heartache in my heart were like a surging tide, one wave after another, and I couldn't retreat no matter what.
Those past scenes that he missed with his son have now become the heaviest burden in his heart, making him struggle with self-blame and regret.
Suddenly, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached from afar, breaking the depressing silence.
Rong Shishan rushed to the office door in a hurry. Without even bothering to knock on the door, he pushed it open and rushed in.
He was running breathlessly, his chest heaving violently, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which kept sliding down his cheeks and wetting his collar.
His hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead in a mess. His eyes were filled with anxiety and panic, as if a ferocious beast was chasing him from behind.
"Boss, have you read the news reports over the past two days?" Rong Shishan's voice trembled slightly due to anxiety, and his words almost blurted out, with tension and uneasiness that were difficult to conceal.
Song Shijie slowly raised his head. His originally deep and bright eyes were now bloodshot. His eyelids were so heavy that he seemed unable to lift them up, and he looked exhausted.
He looked at the anxious and reckless Rong Shishan, and did not speak immediately. He just frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied with such a rash intrusion.
But soon, he forced himself to cheer up, sat up straight, reached out to take the mobile phone handed to him by Rong Shishan, and looked at the news on it.
"The police are re-investigating the cases of Nie Zhenhai and Nie Lei? It's been a long time since the case happened, why are they suddenly investigating it again? Now that Xiao Lan has returned, is it just to overturn the verdict? Why didn't she do this in the first place?"
While watching the news, Song Shijie muttered to himself in a low and hoarse voice, with confusion and puzzlement written all over his face.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tapping" sound, but his thoughts had already drifted away and he fell into deep thought.
His mind kept recalling the past, trying to find any clues related to this incident in his memory, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, as if he was trapped in an unsolvable mystery.
Rong Shishan's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "Nie Zhenhai was released because he is a citizen of a certain country."
Hearing this news, a trace of nervousness flashed across Song Shijie's originally calm face. He leaned forward slightly, his hands unconsciously grasped the armrests of the chair, and asked anxiously: "Then, where is Nie Lei?"
Rong Shishan shook his head gently and his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
His eyes revealed helplessness and regret, as if telling of the complexity and uncertainty of the matter.
The office fell into silence again, with only the ticking sound of the wall clock, striking at the hearts of the two people;
It seemed to remind them that the gears of fate were still turning relentlessly, and they would be caught in this unknown storm.
In the eerie and cold morgue of Kuncheng People's Hospital, there was deathly silence.
Nie Lei's body lay stiffly on a simple wooden bed, as if frozen in the moment of his life. The pure white sheet completely covered him, as if isolating him from the last hustle and bustle of the world.
Song Lan and Nie Zhenhai were dressed very formally, with black sunglasses covering almost half of their faces.
He wore a high-collared coat straight on his body, and the outer coat he was wearing was of high quality and obviously worth a lot of money. He also wore a top hat on his head. From a distance, he looked gentlemanly and graceful.
However, the sadness and solemn aura emanating from them made people afraid to approach them easily.
Led by General Copley, the three men walked heavily into the morgue from the back door of the hospital.
The lights in the hospital corridor were dim, and the light bulbs flickered from time to time, as if they would go out at any time. The chill that hit me in the face seemed to penetrate directly into the cracks between my bones, making me shudder.
In front of me was a doctor in a white coat. He had a mask on his face, revealing only a pair of slightly tired eyes.
The doctor approached the door of the morgue, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door with a click, and said in a low voice: "Come in! Bed number 8 is here."
Nie Zhenhai nodded slightly and responded politely, "Thank you." After that, he reached out and took Song Lan's hand and walked in slowly.
The house was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with a depressing scent of death.
They came to bed number 8 at the door. Nie Zhenhai's hand trembled slightly as he slowly reached out and gently lifted the white sheet.
In an instant, his son's familiar yet unfamiliar face came into view. Nie Lei closed his eyes tightly, his brows tightly locked together.
It was as if he had experienced countless painful struggles before death. His isolated and helpless appearance seemed to be still telling the world about his unwillingness until his life completely ended.
Seeing this scene, Song Lan could no longer control her emotions and cried out heartbreakingly: "Leier, my Leier!"
The cry was filled with the despair and grief of a mother who had lost her child, and it seemed to shake down the entire morgue.
Nie Zhenhai's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and the anger on his face was like a surging tide that could burst at any time:
"Son, Dad will definitely fulfill your wish. I will torture the two people you hate so much that their lives would be worse than death. I will skin them alive piece by piece, and let them suffer your pain to pay for your life!"
Then, Nie Zhenhai raised his head and roared: "Jiang Chengyu, I will let you experience the inhuman tortures that my son has suffered one by one, so you can just enjoy it for a few days!"
The voice echoed in the morgue, filled with endless hatred. Song Lan hugged her son's cold body tightly, tears flowing like a flood, soaking Nie Lei's clothes.
In the warm and quiet bedroom of Jinyang Villa, the sunlight shines through the gaps in the soft curtains, casting a few tiny rays of light and shadows onto the white and spacious bed.
Jiang Chengyu lay there quietly, as if he had fallen into an endless sleep, his brows occasionally wrinkled slightly, as if he could not find peace even in his dreams.
At this time, Mu Xiaoji had accidentally lost a leg and was recuperating after being discharged from the hospital. His physical weakness and mental fatigue often made him fall into a coma.
That night, Mu Xiaoji fell into that strange and terrifying dream again. In the dream, he was in a gloomy and terrifying laboratory.
The walls around me were cold and gloomy. The pale lights above my head flickered and made a "sizzling" sound.
It seemed as if strange events would happen at any time, adding a sense of depression and uneasiness to the entire space.
The laboratory table was filled with all kinds of strange-shaped instruments and bottles and jars filled with liquids of different colors, which occasionally emitted strange lights.
A woman in a white coat was shuttling between the instruments. She had a mask on her face, revealing only a pair of big watery eyes. Her eyes were filled with a chilling fanaticism and persistence.
For some reason, Mu Xiaoji always felt that these eyes were inexplicably familiar, as if he was seeing his own eyes in the mirror.
The woman was busy and focused on a mysterious scientific research experiment at hand, operating the instrument skillfully with her hands and muttering to herself from time to time.
After a while, the woman stopped what she was doing and slowly walked into a cramped inner room. The inner room was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant and a faint stench of decay.
There was a medical bed next to it, on which lay a cold corpse. The corpse was covered with a white cloth, so the appearance could not be seen clearly, but just the vague outline was enough to make people shudder.
On the chair nearby, Mu Xiaoji saw his beloved little monster Jiang Chengyu tied tightly on it.
Jiang Chengyu's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were tightly closed, and he had no power to resist. The woman walked closer to Jiang Chengyu step by step, her originally calm eyes suddenly became cold and fierce, and the expression on her face was distorted to the point of being almost crazy.
She suddenly said viciously: "Jiang Chengyu, haha, why are you still alive? Why?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped Jiang Chengyu's fair cheek hard.
Jiang Chengyu's cheeks turned red instantly and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this scene, Mu Xiaoji became restless in his dream, twisting his body constantly and muttering:
"It's that woman, the one who called. Who are you? Why are you hurting my little monster?"
His voice was filled with endless anxiety and anger, but in this empty laboratory, it seemed so powerless and received no response.