Chapter 10: Video X Suicide

  I handed the tissue to Aunt Cai, and she took it with gratitude. "When I found out that he was the one who killed my daughter, I wanted to kill him," she said. "All these years, I've hated this man so much. But at that time, my husband's health was getting worse and worse, and he didn't have the strength to work anymore. He worked as a security guard and often had to do night shifts, but he couldn't handle it, so he got fired. We went to the hospital for a check-up, and they found out he had chronic kidney disease... which required a huge amount of medical expenses... So, so..."

  She hesitated and stopped talking.

  "So you found Yang Hong and asked him for money?"

  Ms. Cai said, "No, I didn't really want to blackmail him. I just found Mr. Yang and told him that I was the mother of Guo Meili, who he had wronged to death. After hearing this, he felt extremely guilty and wept bitterly in front of me."

  Tears, he proactively asked me what difficulties I had and was willing to help me - and, in fact, I just didn't want to admit it, my daughter's death couldn't be blamed on him... Although I wasn't willing to forgive him, I didn't have the intention of killing him."

  Aunt Cai's experience has left us all sighing in dismay, and it turns out that there are still so many stories hidden behind this. I believe Aunt Cai's tears, so I know that Yang Hong's case has nothing to do with her.

  The teahouse had a huge TV set, which suddenly cut into a breaking news broadcast:

  We interrupt your regular programming to bring you a live report. In Tsim Sha Tsui East, at the Starlight Avenue of the Tsim Sha Tsui Promenade, a woman suspected of having mental illness is attacking pedestrians. Police have arrived on the scene.

  We see the scene shot by reporters, a disheveled woman holding a fruit knife shouting loudly, sometimes in Cantonese, sometimes in Mandarin, sometimes screaming that black monkeys are coming, and sometimes laughing strangely saying curses, it's a curse.

  Although her facial features were all distorted, with a ferocious expression, sometimes stupid and sometimes revealing a sinister glow, we all clearly saw that this crazy woman was the one we wanted to find - He Jiali.

  What shocked me the most was not why He Jiali went crazy, but that she actually mentioned the term "Black Monkey". Since I started dealing with Yang Hong's case, this inexplicable term "Black Monkey" has appeared twice. The first time was when Xiao Lai, the security guard, described the black monkey paper doll that Yang Hong brought back on Christmas Eve. The second time is now, in He Jiali's crazy talk.

  I suddenly remembered that the stalker who followed me after I left the hospital was also all in black, could that person be Hei Hou Zi?

  What is a black monkey?

  What we need to do now is not to investigate what the black monkey is, but to find He Jiali immediately. However, He Jiali has been controlled by the Hong Kong police, and if we want to see her, we must get the help of the Dongfang police officer.

  At the Qing Shan Mental Hospital, we met with He Jiali. The doctor indicated that a preliminary diagnosis showed that He Jiali was suffering from severe mental illness and it was unknown whether she could return to normal. We requested to meet with He Jiali alone, but the doctor said: "We have given her tranquilizers, but we cannot rule out the possibility of her attacking others. If you really need to see her for the investigation, you can, but you must pay attention to your safety at all times."

  In the ward, we saw He Jiali in person for the first time. She looked even thinner than she did on TV, her long-term infatuation with Yang Hong had taken a toll on her health, her eyes were sunken and bloodshot, with a pitiful look of a wronged woman.

  She saw us without feeling anything strange and didn't have any expression.

  I said to her: "He Jiali, do you know Yang Hong?"

  "Yang Hong? Yang Hong? Haha, I don't even know what you're talking about, hurry up and get lost!"

  She was speaking in Cantonese, Chen Qiuyang quickly translated beside me. I said: "Although I don't speak Cantonese, I can understand it."

  I took out my phone and placed the photos of Yang Hong on the wall in He Jiali's room in front of her, saying: "It's this man."

  He Jiali stared at my phone screen, suddenly she sprang up from the bed like a beast, wanting to pounce over. Fortunately, the two nurses beside her were experienced and immediately pressed her firmly onto the hospital bed, but He Jiali's body was still convulsing and twisting.

  One of the older nurses said to me: "Sorry, I believe you've also seen it, for your safety and the patient's health, please leave."

  Seeing He Jiali's continuous convulsions, I knew there was no way to continue asking questions, so I had to leave first. However, when leaving the ward, He Jiali suddenly shouted: "Video, video - haha, curse, it's a curse -"

  We stepped out and took a short rest in the hospital's corridor.

  She said the video, what does it mean, don't tell me this is like "The Ring" or something, they saw a terrifying video tape and got cursed and died in such a strange way. If that's really the case, then our club will disband immediately.

  We were resting in the corridor when a group of nurses suddenly came running back and forth, looking flustered. I had a bad premonition, so I ran over to take a look, only to see several nurses pushing an emergency cart flying out of He Jiali's ward and rushing towards the emergency room.

  He Jiali was covered with a white cloth on the wheelbarrow, but this white cloth kept staining with fresh blood, spreading bit by bit, getting bigger and bigger, just like deep red flowers blooming one after another on the snowy ground.

  I asked the slightly older nurse: "What happened?"

  The nurse simply replied with a sentence: "The patient suddenly snatched the syringe from the nurse's hand and stabbed it into his own neck several times ——"

  After we left the ward, He Jiali kept shouting and struggling on the bed, her limbs convulsing wildly. The nurse was afraid she would bite her tongue and hurt herself, so they decided to give He Jiali another shot of tranquilizer. However, He Jiali suddenly summoned all her strength, her power increasing greatly, and suddenly broke free from the nurse's restraints, snatched the syringe, and in a few seconds inserted it into her neck artery five times.

  He Jiali's sudden suicidal behavior shocked several experienced nurses, who were stunned and motionless, unsure of what to do. The long needle kept going in and out of He Jiali's soft skin with a hissing sound, inserting and then immediately withdrawing.

  Blood spurted out.

  After the doctor's emergency treatment, He Jiali still failed to be rescued. Whether she committed suicide out of guilt or was driven mad by us, we have no way of knowing. After leaving the psychiatric hospital, it was already near dusk. The entire Hong Kong was dyed with a ambiguous and gentle color by the night, the neon lights around the high-rise buildings were all lit up, looking at which, the whole city seemed somewhat dreamy and unreal, a world of wine and song.

  We stayed in Hong Kong for 2 days, with no leads and no progress. Moreover, the terrifying death of He Jiali also brought us a heavy mood, we lost interest in traveling, decided to return to Longcheng to make further decisions.

  After returning to the Wu Xie Society, I found Zou Guan's house and told him that He Jiali shouted several times on Starlight Avenue that a black monkey had arrived. What is a black monkey? Can he tell me the answer?

  Zou Guanjia said: "Hei Hou Zi is an organization similar to Wu Xie She. However, it's impossible for it to appear again, because many years ago, before your father went missing, he had already destroyed the Hei Hou Zi organization. There are too many hidden past events involved, and now is not the time to tell you."

  I'm getting a bit impatient, I said: "Zou Guan Jia, since I entered the Wu Xie Society, I have always respected you and followed all your arrangements, including taking over this Wu Xie Society. I haven't even asked you many questions about my father's affairs because I remember you saying that you would tell me at the right time. Now is still the right time, so I just want to know a clear answer: when exactly is this 'right time'?"

  "This is a test. When the right time comes, I will tell you what the right time is."

  I was completely stunned by the circumlocutory words of this meticulous and odious leader, but I couldn't refute him either, nor could I do anything about it, because he is indeed the true president of the Wuxia Society, at least in my eyes. All I could say was: "Alright, I'm looking forward to that time."