Luo Yingbai said, “I understand. Thank you, Uncle Dai. I’ll consider it carefully.”
After hanging up, Luo Yingbai stared at the puzzle piece Gou Songze left behind, suddenly having a flash of inspiration.
Dai Dayu had mentioned the Huang family’s friendship with Feng Zhengyang’s family, which seemed ordinary, but the key was that Feng Zhengyang had a brother!
— Feng Zhengdong. Their family’s company, by rights, Feng Zhengdong would also have the opportunity to use it for something.
With this line of thought, Luo Yingbai recalled more details.
The similar eyebrows to Feng Zhengyang on the puzzle piece, Feng Zhengdong’s presence in Changyuan Village back then, the CD from Feng Zhengyang’s home, and this bank statement…
Luo Yingbai suddenly stood up from the desk and strode out, simultaneously calling a police officer monitoring Feng Zhengyang 24/7, asking rapidly, “Xiao Meng, is Feng Zhengyang still at home?”
Xiao Meng was startled by the sudden question but responded, “Oh, Young Master Luo, don’t worry. I’ve been watching, and Feng Zhengyang hasn’t left.”
Luo Yingbai acknowledged and immediately asked, “Are there any other people at their home?”
Xiao Meng replied, “I saw his brother Feng Zhengdong come today. He seemed to stay for about an hour before driving away.”
Luo Yingbai’s heart sank, and he immediately ordered, “Find out the car model, license plate number, and direction he went. Then immediately go to the Feng home and bring everyone back to the special investigation unit!”
Xiao Meng was overwhelmed by the series of commands, stammering, “I’ve noted the license plate. I’ll check right away. But why… we don’t have an arrest warrant, so going in to arrest people doesn’t seem appropriate.”
Luo Yingbai said, “It’s fine. Your director has authority and resources. There’s nothing he can’t handle. Go boldly. After finding Feng Zhengdong’s route, tell me immediately. Thanks!
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At this moment, Luo Yingbai had locked onto Feng Zhengdong as a target, feeling he had many exposed flaws. In reality, they had barely met.
His understanding of Feng Zhengdong was limited to knowing his name, and he couldn’t use tracking magic, so he could only wait for information.
Luo Yingbai had just run to the garage and opened a British two-door sports car when two phone calls came in succession.
The first was good news: Xiao Meng’s colleague had quickly found Feng Zhengdong’s license plate and driving direction, sending it to Luo Yingbai just as he was getting into the car. Immediately after, Xiao Meng’s call came through.
“Young Master Luo!
He said in panic over there, “I clearly didn’t see Feng Zhengyang leave, but he has actually disappeared!”
Luo Yingbai started the car and drove out, simultaneously asking, “Is there anyone else at home?”
Xiao Meng said, “There’s also Chang Weiyu who acts in TV shows… but he seems to have died already.”
Chapter 121: Human Heart, Ghost Heart
Xiao Meng couldn’t figure out how Feng Zhengyang suddenly disappeared, but the reason was actually simple—he was put into the car trunk by Feng Zhengdong.
Feng Zhengdong drove out, and the police monitoring him could only see him alone in the car.”
Since he wasn’t a target of surveillance, they didn’t pay him much additional attention, allowing him to successfully transport Feng Zhengyang away.
In recent days, Feng Zhengyang’s mood had been poor. This suppressed emotion was initially triggered by Wen Qianqian’s death, followed by a series of scandal exposures and stock price drops that left him overwhelmed, feeling he was almost suffering from neurasthenia.
He was already exhausted during the day, and his nights were filled with nightmares. The dreams repeatedly showed the same content—a pale white scene, without any horrific or bloody imagery, yet seemingly more terrifying than any other dream.
In the dream, Feng Zhengyang would always hear a young girl’s voice calling his name, somewhat like Wen Qianqian’s but not quite. His vision was white, the surroundings were white, existing in an almost void-like pale whiteness, hearing a voice softly and repeatedly calling his name.
Endless and inescapable, the feeling was enough to drive someone crazy. After several days, Feng Zhengyang was exhausted, and he wasn’t even as grief-stricken about Wen Qianqian’s death anymore.
Thinking this, Feng Zhengyang sighed, throwing a stack of financial reports onto the table and having the household help call Chang Weiyu over.
To prevent others from using Chang Weiyu against him, Feng Zhengyang had been keeping him under close watch. Chang Weiyu quickly arrived, and Feng Zhengyang leaned back in his chair, wearily saying, “Massage my temples.”
Chang Weiyu obediently walked over, massaged him for a while, then hesitantly asked softly, “Mr. Feng, when… when can I leave here?”
Feng Zhengyang opened his eyes and glanced at him, saying coolly, “When Qianqian was alive, you were always trying to stay here longer. What’s wrong now? I let you move in, and you want to leave? Are you feeling guilty?”
Chang Weiyu forced a smile, “How could that be? That’s not what I meant. It’s just that many things have happened recently. My agent says they’ve arranged a talk show for me to explain to my fans… Mr. Feng, I still need to act in the future, right?”
Without hesitation, he bent down and carried the girl on his back, walking in the direction she indicated and asking, “What’s your name?”
There was no response, and the weight on his back was incredibly light, almost not like that of an adult.
Feng Zhengyang looked back curiously and saw the girl with slightly pursed red lips and a slightly furrowed brow, as if pondering something. His heart stirred, and she suddenly smiled.
“My name is Lü Lu,” the girl said softly. “Double-mouth Lü, ‘lu’ as in ‘dew’… Don’t you remember me?”
Like a hammer piercing through his skull, Feng Zhengyang trembled violently, suddenly realizing something. Startled, he straightened his back and threw her off, and everything around him instantly vanished without a trace.
Feng Zhengyang was back in his room, with Chang Weiyu still looking shocked. But he paid no attention to that; he was only concerned with the name he had just heard!
Lü Lu, Lü Lu…
A name that brought back the past. After forgetting about that incident for a year and being haunted by nightmares for a long time, Feng Zhengyang suddenly remembered everything!
He had killed Lü Lu!
Feng Zhengyang had met Lü Lu during a business trip two years after marrying Wen Qianqian. At the time, Lü Lu didn’t know Feng Zhengyang was married, and they almost fell in love at first sight. They met in Changxiang Village.
The place was remote and isolated, but with beautiful scenery. Feng Zhengyang had come to scout a location for a large resort.
After half a month, his initial excitement faded, and he believed his true love was still his wife at home. He confronted Lü Lu and offered monetary compensation, but unexpectedly, Lü Lu reacted extremely intensely. During their struggle, Feng Zhengyang accidentally pushed Lü Lu off a cliff, causing her death.
Feng Zhengyang fled the crime scene in a daze and fell into a high fever, being unconscious for many days. When he finally awoke, he had completely forgotten about this memory and Lü Lu herself.
Now, the recovered memory was extraordinarily clear. Feng Zhengyang vividly remembered the scene: Lü Lu’s struggle, her screams, the large pool of blood on the ground…
He finally remembered! It was after returning from the business trip to Changxiang Village that Feng Zhengyang began developing his sadistic tendencies.
But if possible, Feng Zhengyang would rather have never remembered. He didn’t understand why he had been having such dreams and why he had just experienced such a hallucination…
