Just then, a dazzling golden light suddenly arrived, striking precisely on Zheng Hui’s arm. Zheng Hui let out a miserable cry and retreated, while Luo Mingbai had already arrived and instantly stood between them.
He kept one arm behind his back, gripping Zheng Hui’s shoulder with a single hand, then raised his right knee to strike the opponent’s lower abdomen, followed by a swift capture technique that pinned Zheng Hui against a nearby large tree, rendering him immobile.
Someone handed over a pair of handcuffs, which Luo Mingbai took without looking back, cuffing Zheng Hui.
He rarely took action, but these moves were crisp and decisive, giving the opponent no chance to fight back. His usually casual demeanor suddenly transformed into lightning-like intensity, as if he were a completely different person.
Only after releasing Zheng Hui did Luo Mingbai turn his head and smile at Xia Xianning.
Xia Xianning, who had been cold-faced, couldn’t help but smile, walking over leisurely and handing Ou Ziheng to Wei Shou, not a drop of water splashed on him: “Mission accomplished.”
Wei Shou took Zheng Hui to the vehicle, and considering his special circumstances, even added a neck collar before putting him in the car and bringing him back to the special investigation unit. During the journey, he continuously cursed Zheng Yishan, until his mouth was eventually gagged.
Yang Zheng was responsible for collecting the discovered heads. Based on the number of heads, it was clear that Zheng Hui had not been sparing in harming people over the past two years to refine the flying head curse.
With such serious circumstances, the group returned to the special investigation unit and directly took him to the interrogation room. Zheng Yishan requested to observe, and Xia Xianning agreed.
Zheng Hui seemed to have decided to go all out. As soon as the gag was removed, he began cursing Zheng Yishan, calling her heartless and accusing her of betraying him, saying she deserved to be an ugly monster.
Zheng Yishan said nothing, while Xia Xianning coldly said, “Shut up.”
Zheng Hui straightened up and looked at him, not shutting up but lowering his voice: “I’m cursing her. What’s it to you?”
Luo Mingbai sighed lightly: “Actually, you should know that from the moment you made a mistake with the curse and exposed a flaw on Ou Ziheng, your identity was destined to be exposed. It was only a matter of time before someone uncovered you.”
Zheng Hui certainly understood this, but he was just bottling up his anger with nowhere to release it.
Wei Shou couldn’t help but say: “You took such huge risks, using others as experimental subjects to research the flying head curse, and ultimately transformed yourself, all for those meager resources…”
His gentle nature meant he spoke with a hint of regret, but Zheng Hui seemed provoked by this unintentional compassion, shouting loudly: “Bullshit! Those meager resources? You say it so easily!”
His anger successfully redirected, he glared at Wei Shou, his eyes seeming to shoot fire, as if Wei Shou was the person who had stolen his opportunity and pressed him down: “Have you ever been in the entertainment industry? Do you know what it’s like to want to be famous, how difficult it is?”
Under the Moonlight
The TV drama “Moon Under Beauty” was so popular that even someone like Zheng Hui, an insider, had heard about its massive success. It launched several new actors, and Zheng Yishan, who had been disfigured and lost her opportunities, would never play a female lead again – one could imagine how regrettable that was.
Zheng Hui was momentarily speechless.
Zheng Yishan said, “Opportunities are gone, everything is ruined. Fortunately, I knew many directors in the past, and our relationships were good. Some plays would have roles for disfigured characters, and they would call me, even if I only had one line of dialogue. Because I just wanted to be an actor.
As she spoke, tears gradually welled up in her eyes: “I remember once, Dai Weijie harshly told me that since I was ugly, I should behave and not make myself a laughingstock. Now I know, that person was you, right? You sent me money, unwilling to let me earn money with this face.”
Zheng Hui retorted irritably: “What were you thinking? Are you just causing trouble?”
Zheng Yishan responded: “When you first said to me ‘Sister, I want to be famous’, you said you loved some characters in scripts, but the actors didn’t portray them well enough to bring those characters to life. You wanted to be famous, to perform good scripts, to let more people see your performance and understand what these characters were truly like!”
Her tears spilled over, not even understanding why she was crying: “But what have you been doing since then? Participating in variety shows, crafting a persona, not seriously reading scripts, always thinking about gaining popularity! Why didn’t you persist? If you had just persisted a little more, tried a little harder, it would have been possible!”
Zheng Yishan cried: “Why didn’t you wait a little longer…”
Luo Yingbai and Wei Shou exchanged glances, simultaneously looking away, neither attempting to console her, simply allowing her to cry her fill.
Summer Xia Xia Ning paused, then spoke officially: “For personal interests, practicing dark arts, causing loss of life, the crime is unforgivable. Your life is exhausted, having transformed into a flying head ghost, half-human and half-spirit, and should be sentenced by the King of Mount Tai in the Hell of Burning Affliction. Wei Shou, organize the relevant materials and transcripts and send them over.”
The case was concluded. An accidental incident had unexpectedly involved several deaths, something no one had anticipated.
Even more unexpectedly, after this incident, Luo Yingbai discovered that he had, seemingly, become slightly popular online again.
“I recognize who this person is! Isn’t this the T University campus heartthrob that Gai Xiaodian recently called out, Ou Ziheng? Wow, is he really going to enter the entertainment industry?”
“Oh my god, now that you mention it, it’s true. Changing clothes is like becoming a different person – how did my fresh campus heartthrob become so devilishly charming!”
Luo Yingbai was watching intently when suddenly a hand reached out from behind and took his phone.
Xia Xianning sat down beside him, frowning and saying: “What nonsense, stop fooling around.”
Luo Yingbai was originally a bit irritated, but hearing Xia Xianning’s words made him laugh instead. He casually pushed Xia Xianning’s face aside and retrieved his phone: “These people clearly think I’m just as handsome as you do. You should totally agree with them.”
“Agree? What’s there to agree about?” Xia Xianning lowered his head and chuckled, picking up a corner of Luo Yingbai’s blanket and waving it, “They’re just looking at a few photos. I see the real living person every day who doesn’t make his bed and loves to sleep in. Want me to post these photos online?”
Luo Yingbai sincerely sighed: “Xianning, you’re so vicious.”
Xia Xianning snickered and threw the blanket over his head: “Get up, it’s time to eat!”
Luo Yingbai was lying lazily in bed, but hearing this, he couldn’t help but laugh. He stretched out his hand, and Xia Xianning pulled him up. Luo Yingbai waved his hand: “It’s just a photo, there’s nothing subversive about it. I just feel that when news about Zheng Hui spreads in a few days, my photo with Dai Weijie will definitely be brought up again for discussion… No matter what, the deceased should be respected. I feel uncomfortable riding on such a wave of attention.”
Xia Xianning consoled him: “But this way, your Weibo will gain followers, and more people might seek your help.”
Luo Yingbai shook his head: “My Weibo account is a small account. These two things are unrelated.”
