Chapter Sixteen: The Broken Neck

  It's clear that Mrs. Hu left behind a clue, I've had similar feelings before, the kind of fear that's everywhere drives people crazy, in such a situation using extreme methods to leave behind clues must be extremely important for Mrs. Hu.

  I muttered to myself: "Could it be that there is another house in the Xie family, and something related to the case is hidden in that old house?"

  "It's entirely possible that someone like Xie Ping'an has three or four houses and it's no big deal, after all, rich people have money," said Ge Lei.

  I've had a question in my mind for a long time, how did Xie Ping'an make his first pot of gold. From his resume, it can be seen that Xie Ping'an was just a factory worker in the early days. One day he suddenly resigned and when he reappeared again, he was very generous with his money. This blank period of time is almost half a year, during which many things could have happened.

  Because it was too long ago, the detectives who investigated the case at that time did not notice this point. They might have thought it had nothing to do with the case and therefore didn't investigate.

  "It's necessary for the group to investigate Xie Ping'an's property." After meeting with Mrs. Hu, we went to this place.

  Gre's face had a sly smile as he said: "The one answering the phone is definitely Hua Jie, I'll let you handle it."

  I knew exactly what this kid was thinking about, so I took out my mobile phone and dialed the office number.

  "Is that me? What's up?" The clear and crisp voice of Hua Jie came from the phone receiver, a little different from her usual tone, but just as pleasant. She was really deadly, good-looking, great figure, nice voice, and good personality, such a woman was simply a seductress.

  "Uh, I want you to help me investigate how much property is under the name of Xie Ping'an and his wife, especially real estate. I'm looking for an old house."

  "No problem! Anything else?" Hua Jie readily agreed.

  "If an autopsy can be performed in time, it's best to investigate direct relatives at the same time."

  "Alright, give me an hour." Sister Hua hung up the phone directly.

  "Got it?" Gray asked.

  "Give us an answer in an hour!" I once again felt the power of Team Zero. Investigating someone's assets is not a simple matter, no one puts all their money in one place. It takes very complicated procedures to get everything cleared up at once, and yet Team Zero can get it done in just an hour.

  Ge Lei looked at me dazedly and asked again: "What did Hua Jie say to you?"

  "Tell us the answer in an hour, we need to make good use of our time." I walked out into the corridor and asked the cleaning staff: "Do you still remember what was painted on that wall?"

  "The...," the janitor furrowed his brow, his expression very unnatural.

  "The doctor asked: 'Why did you ask this?'"

  "I said loudly: 'Answer my question, this is important!'"

  "Either you talk here or I'll have to ask you to come down to the station," growled Grey.

  "Say! We said!" The janitor said: "The wall on that side is particularly terrifying, so we wiped it off first."

  Another cleaner said with a lingering fear: "It's too scary, just like hell."

  "What's going on!" Our stomachs were all hung up.

  "Especially frightening, many heads are placed in a large bowl, each head has a different expression, some are crying, some are angry, the most terrifying is that there are also cold smiles."

  "A big bowl?" I couldn't imagine what kind of picture it was.

  Another cleaner said: "It doesn't look like a leg, there are three more below, it's...it's..."

  "Is it a big tripod?" Glay hurriedly said.

  Two cleaners said in unison: "Right, it's a big tripod!"

  "Alright, it's none of your business." I've got enough information now. The bloody painting in the ward is definitely not a madman's masterpiece, but a clue left by Mrs. Hu for us.

  I said to the doctor: "I want to go see Mrs. Hu right away."

  "Follow me, this way." The doctor was very curious, but he didn't ask anything.

  Mrs. Hu's ward was the innermost, with very strict precautions, passing through an iron gate, in the innermost ward I saw Mrs. Hu. The iron door of the room was quite solid, and there were no windows inside, the walls and doors were wrapped in a thick layer of protective material. This has already reached the level of a prison.

  On the iron door, there was a small window about the size of a palm. I looked inside and saw that Hu's body was tightly bound by her clothes, with both hands and feet tied to the iron bed. The wound on one hand had been bandaged, but it was still bleeding. The other hand had an intravenous drip inserted.

  In just one night, Mrs. Hu's appearance became even more terrifying. Her eyes were sunken, her eyeballs turned blood red, and her gaze was crazy, with white foam still at the corner of her mouth. She looked more like a ghost than a human being, she must have really gone mad.

  "What did you see? Let me take a look too." Gray pulled me aside and leaned in.

  "How did this happen? What medicine was administered?" I asked the doctor.

  The doctor scratched his head and said, "I don't know what's going on either. I've already administered a large dose of anesthetic, enough to knock out a cow, but she doesn't show any signs of sleepiness at all. The IV drip is just glucose and physiological saline solution, and we've also transfused 800CC of blood. I'm worried that her condition won't hold up for much longer."

  "Shouldn't you be sent to a regular big hospital in this situation?"

  "The chief physician of the third-class hospital came to see him, and they were also unsure what was going on. This conservative treatment plan was prescribed by the doctor."

  "Hey, what's with the wound on the patient's neck?" Gray asked, turning around.

  Both I and the doctor were stunned. The doctor said: "A wound on your neck? Are you mistaken?"

  "It's clear, you see for yourself!" Grey stepped aside and let the doctor look.

  "The doctor looked at it in surprise and said, 'No, I didn't have this wound on my neck when I went out to see you!'"

  "Let me see!" I went up and saw that on Mrs. Hu's neck, in the middle position, there was a horizontal wound. The wound was very strange, not like an ordinary wound with a straight scar. It was winding and twisted in many ways, as if it were about to split open.

  I don't think that looks like a wound at all. Turning around to face the doctor, "Can you open the door? I want to go in and take a look."

  "The doctor disagreed, 'The patient's emotions are extremely unstable. You can't stimulate her. A huge mental fluctuation may lead to an accident.'"

  Mrs. Hu was so weak that the doctor's words were not wrong, like a candle flame swaying in the wind, and as long as the wind was strong enough, the candle would be blown out. I made way for her at the door and said, "Then you go, we'll stay at the door."

  "It's probably just a blood clot. I'm off duty now, you should find the doctor who is on call." The doctor was not very willing.

  "Time is running out, hurry up!" I turned my head and took another look, the wound on Mrs. Hu's neck had grown larger, her expression was also very painful.

  The doctor spread his hands and said helplessly: "I've already handed over my shift, I don't have the key!"

  "Then go get it quickly." I saw Mrs. Hu's expression becoming more and more painful.

  "Ah!" Mrs. Hu's body suddenly arched up, and a pained voice escaped her mouth. The sudden change frightened us all. She twisted her neck, the bones rubbing against each other with a cracking sound, making my scalp feel numb.

  "What's going on?" The doctor was immediately flustered.

  "Go get the key quickly!" Grey roared.

  The doctor finally came back to his senses and went to find the management staff for the key.

  Ms. Hu's frequency of twisting her neck became faster and faster, and the wound on her neck also had fresh blood flowing out, dripping onto the white bed sheet, very eye-catching.

  "Doctor, hurry up, the patient is about to give out!" I shouted loudly.

  Mrs. Hu's expression was extremely painful, and she seemed to still be conscious. I said loudly: "Mrs. Hu, please hold on, the doctor will arrive soon."

  "I...I..." She used up her last bit of strength, wanting to say something, but only uttered two vague syllables.

  From the other end of the corridor came the sound of footsteps in disarray, and the doctor ran over with a key, followed by several nurses.

  "Hurry up!" Grey bellowed.

  The doctor rushed to the door, took out the key and opened it. His hands trembled for a long time before he could open the door.

  "Give it to me!" Gray stretched out his hand and snatched the key, opening the door.

  "First hold her down." The doctor and nurse rushed to the bedside, three people working together trying to hold down Mrs. Hu.

  Mrs. Hu's strength was surprisingly great, and three adult men could not hold her down, the restraints on her body were almost torn off.

  "Hold your head still, don't let it twist again." I'm worried that if it twists again, it'll fall off. It's no longer making the sound of bones rubbing against each other, but the speed of rotation is even faster now. The wound on my neck has also split open, and fresh blood is gushing out.

  The doctor, reminded by me, thought of holding her head, and with the help of a nurse, the two of them pressed down together, and Mrs. Hu finally stopped shaking her head. Her body also stopped struggling and lay quietly on the hospital bed.

  It seemed like it was over. The doctor let out a sigh of relief and waited for several minutes. Mrs. Hu had no reaction at all, he slowly loosened his grip, but her head still didn't move.

  The doctor's white coat was stained with a lot of fresh blood. He said, "Go call the medical staff over to deal with the wound on his neck."

  Ms. Hu's reaction was too intense just now, and she suddenly stopped moving. I felt something was wrong, so I called out softly: "Ms. Hu, can you hear my voice?"

  No response.

  "The doctor said: 'Don't call out anymore, it's probably the sedative taking effect, he's already lost consciousness.'"

  "You don't think it's a bit... " Before I could say the word "weird", Mrs. Hu suddenly moved again, her body arched up, her neck jerked forward, and with a cracking sound, her head hit her chest.

  It happened too suddenly, my head was twisted like this, and my spine must have been broken. It's definitely not something that can be done with one's own strength.

  This was just the beginning, and then his head jerked back, with bony protrusions bursting through the skin.