Chapter 22 Happy Home Community

Happy Home Residential Complex.

It is only about one kilometer away from Central Hospital.

Many doctors live here.

Unit 3, Room 301 is Ma Shuang's home.

The apartment is clean and tidy, and there is a scent of disinfectant in the air; this must be the smell Ma Shuang brought back from the hospital.

On the left is the living room with a bay window, and on the right is the dining table and kitchen.

The two of them went straight to the refrigerator.

"You do it, or should I?"

Based on what the perpetrator, Ma Shuang, said, it is basically certain that there will be something explosive inside when the refrigerator is opened.

Chen Mo signaled that he would handle it.

The refrigerator is a vertical double-door model, about two meters tall. He reached out and slowly opened it.

The moment it was pulled open, the internal light turned on.

He remembered how, as a child, he would often peek through the gap to see if the light inside the refrigerator would turn off after he closed it.

Although he could never see it, he remained tireless in his efforts.

"Damn!"

After Long Hao saw what was inside the refrigerator, his whole body gave a start.

It was no fault of his for being timid; when Chen Mo saw it clearly, his own heart also skipped a beat.

The shelves inside the refrigerator had been hollowed out, and the cold white light illuminated the interior.

Cold air drifted out and brushed over them.

Within their line of sight, a one-meter-tall boy wearing a small suit stood inside, with frozen ice crystals condensing on his clothes. To call him a boy was a stretch, as there was absolutely no flesh or muscle tissue on his body, and the hands exposed from the cuffs were nothing but skeletal frames.

And the head!

The head... it was Xu Qiang's head!

A seven or eight-year-old child's body, yet it bore the head of an adult.

It was staring coldly at the two of them.

If anyone else had come, they would have been scared half to death.

— Bang.

Chen Mo closed the refrigerator.

"This is unbelievable."

Long Hao put his hands on his hips, wanting to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

He had many questions; was doing this useful?

It was definitely useless.

But why do it?

Maternal love!

These two words could fully explain Ma Shuang's behavior.

Chen Mo rummaged through the home again and found Ma Shuang's diary.

It was recorded inside that the reason she targeted Xu Qiang was because, while Xu Qiang was undergoing an examination at the hospital, Ma Shuang accidentally discovered that his date of birth was exactly the same as her deceased son's.

The method for resurrecting her son was something she found in an ancient book: as long as she found someone born on the same day and at the same time, and who died on the same day and at the same time, she could cut off the head, attach it, and seven days later, the dead person would be resurrected!

Any normal person would not believe in this kind of method.

But Ma Shuang was clearly unable to accept her son's death and chose to believe it.

The situation of the entire case was now very clear.

In order to resurrect her deceased son, Ma Shuang killed Xu Qiang, who was born on the same day and at the same time as her son, and then used money to control Xu Qiang, forcing him to drive two female college students to their deaths, subsequently framing Li Dong and his companion.

It could be said to be one link after another.

Any police officer with slightly less experience would have been deceived by her.

"You deserve major credit for solving this case."

Long Hao expressed his appreciation without reservation.

Whether it was clearing Li Dong and his companion of suspicion or identifying the perpetrator, Chen Mo played a crucial role.

"The brothers also deserve credit."

Chen Mo could tell that Long Hao's words came from the heart.

But he knew very well that although Xiao Zhang and Xiao Liu might not have seemed to do much, they were both skilled at investigating clues.

Without their help, he wouldn't have been able to find the perpetrator so quickly.

"Haha, you've got emotional intelligence," Long Hao couldn't help but tease.

"By the way, you've been working on cases continuously for the past few days; do you want to take a break? I can approve leave for you directly."

He was a bit worried that Chen Mo's brain was being used at high intensity every day and that he might get exhausted.

There are many more cases in the future.

"I do want to take a break, but it will have to wait until next week."

Chen Mo, with the betting agreement flashing before his eyes, replied.

"Hmm, I'll listen to you; just let me know whenever you want to take a break."

Afterward, he notified the bureau to send people to handle the closing of the case.

...

That night.

The moon was bright and stars sparse; they were in a pavilion in the center of the residential complex.

Chen Mo and Uncle Wang exchanged a glance, then both lowered their heads in unison.

The two were discussing the fact that they always seemed to stumble upon cases while minding their own business.

This kind of thing was too inconceivable.

Even Uncle Wang, a man with one foot in the grave, had never seen such a spectacle.

At this moment, a hesitant look appeared on his face as he asked, "Xiao Chen, do you think I need to change my hobby? This is my third time entering the detention center."

He had been a law-abiding person his whole life, never expecting that at an age where he should be enjoying his twilight years, he would repeatedly end up in detention.

How was he supposed to teach his grandson to abide by the law now?

He would blush at the mere mention of it.

Chen Mo pursed his lips upon hearing this; even with his strong Reasoning ability, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Once or twice could be explained away, but three times in a row was too metaphysical.

But no matter what he thought, he had to bolster Uncle Wang's revolutionary spirit.

He needed him.

This was also the reason he specifically met him here today.

"Have you ever thought about the fact that the three cases actually happened before we went to watch the commotion?"

"The occurrence of the cases is a fixed fact and has nothing to do with whether we went to watch or not; even if we didn't go, the people were already dead."

"From another perspective, although you were treated as a suspect, to a certain extent, you did a good deed; otherwise, who knows when the bodies would have been discovered."

Uncle Wang was stunned upon hearing this, and then he understood Chen Mo's meaning.

So, he had actually done a good deed?

Was he that great?

Uncle Wang raised his head, looked at the moon hanging in the sky, and fell into deep thought.

"Then... this great person, can someone else take the role?"

"At my age, I really can't handle it."

He let out a long sigh.

Why was the cost of watching the commotion so high now?

"It's just a coincidence."

"It will be hard for you to encounter it again in the future."

Chen Mo patted Uncle Wang on the shoulder, signaling him to be optimistic.

Such things inherently carried a metaphysical quality; encountering it again would be harder than winning the lottery.

Uncle Wang thought about it and realized it was indeed the case.

His mood brightened a lot.

"You're right, it's just a coincidence."

"If I really encounter it again, I must go buy a lottery ticket."

Chen Mo nodded; he happened to have the same idea.

"Hmm, help me buy a set too."

Skipping this topic.

The two chatted again, centering on Uncle Wang's deeds from his youth.

It was unclear whether he was bragging or if it was true.

"Back when I was a soldier at the Longyin border, the people there were always provoking us, testing our bottom line. I slapped that damn battalion commander from the Yin Kingdom right in the face..."

"He thought I wouldn't dare to make a move, but in reality, I was prepared to face a military tribunal. If he had shouted two more times, I was planning to open fire. Killing one wouldn't be a loss, and killing two would be a huge profit!"

Chen Mo listened as Uncle Wang spoke with great excitement, nodding repeatedly on the side and clapping his hands.

"Wow, you are so amazing!"

"I didn't realize it before."