Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 264 Dao Wuyan; Leaving Yunnan

Rowling is a woman!

The most crucial piece of information discovered was that the auxiliary police officer who pursued Zeng Guichuan all the way to his death... was actually a woman!

wrong.....

Why did I assume that she was male?

Chen Ji was in a state of utter confusion; this photo overturned so much of the prior information!

Upon careful reflection, he realized that the text message Zeng Guichuan had sent to Duan Cong was as follows:

That damn policeman surnamed Luo, he's low-ranking, but he's like a fly, buzzing around everywhere.

Even in the original Lingyu Institute (Thirteenth Bureau) reports, they only referred to him as "the police officer surnamed Luo" or "Officer Luo".

No one has mentioned her gender.

The reason Chen Ji initially assumed Luo Lin was a man was Luo Han.

Rowling, Rohan.

Two people with the same last name.

He would naturally assume that Rowling was Rohan's father.

But this is not the case.

So what exactly is Rohan's identity? Is he really Rowling's son?

Chen Ji squatted in front of the tombstone, gazing at Luo Lin's photo.

This was undoubtedly taken when I joined the company.

The woman had a few wrinkles around her eyes and dark circles, but she exuded a strong and resilient aura, as if nothing could defeat her.

He does look...somewhat like Rohan.

His mind was racing.

There are now two possibilities:

1. Luo Han took his mother's surname.

After all, Rohan's father was never mentioned throughout the entire process, so perhaps he was already divorced or had passed away early.

2. Rowling.....

She is Rohan's aunt.

Chen Ji clearly remembers that Teacher Zhou once said:

“I don’t know Rohan’s parents; they’ve never been to a parent-teacher conference.”

"Usually, it's his aunt who comes to participate."

If they are aunt and niece, then the fact that they share the same surname can be explained.

But Duan Cong gave a very definite answer:

Luo's son is in the Fifth Middle School.

And only Rohan died.

Assuming the second reason is true... then did Zeng Guichuan kill the wrong person?

Chen Ji frowned, thinking it was possible, but it didn't seem like a mistake Zeng Guichuan would make.

The other party even had a backup plan with Teacher Zhou.

Meanwhile, there is another matter that is also shrouded in mystery.

So... who wrote the epitaph?

Luo Lin died silently. She was just an auxiliary police officer, and even her records were not properly preserved and were lost to the passage of time.

And who was it that, as a child, so tenderly left a bouquet of flowers at her grave?

A bunch of pink carnations.

Carnations are also known as mother flowers and are usually given to mothers.

Rowling's death anniversary is in January, and given how dry the flowers are, they were most likely sent over around that time.

Thinking of the inscription on the tombstone, Chen Ji couldn't help but suspect that Luo Lin's son was not dead at all.

First and foremost, it is certain that Rohan is indeed dead and has been cremated.

Otherwise, there would have been no need to publish fake news.

The messages on the small account and the unusual situation at No. 5 Middle School made Chen Ji more inclined to the second guess.

It is possible that there were two children at the same time: one was Rohan, who was also killed for some reason, and the other was Rowling's biological son.

This person most likely escaped from the pursuit.

Who is it?

A face involuntarily surfaced in Chen Ji's mind, slowly overlapping with Rohan and Rolin...

Nothing like it.

"...I'm overthinking it."

Chen Ji shook his head, recalling that the other person had mentioned going back to his home in Yanjing for the New Year.

The most likely person is...

Chen Ji's gaze narrowed slightly. Three people had visited Teacher Zhou before, one of whom was a young man with black hair.

Could the person who replied to Chen Ji's post also be him?

However, this person has been banned from speaking and cannot be contacted at the moment.

but.....

There is another person who might be the breakthrough point.

Chen Ji's heart stirred slightly. He took out his phone and dialed the hotel he had previously stayed at.

"Hey?"

"I am Chen Ji. I stayed at your hotel a few days ago."

"Yes, I wanted to ask, does that tall woman speak with a Dai accent?"

"I understand. Has she come looking for me again?"

"Okay, thank you—um? Sure, I'll write a good review for you later."

After turning off his phone, Chen Ji didn't write a positive review. Instead, he rummaged through his bag and found a business card.

Over the years, a total of three people have gone to see Teacher Zhou.

One was Chen Ji himself, another he suspected was Luo Lin's son, and the third was Dao Wuyan.

A young reporter was very interested in the case from back then.

Dao is a surname unique to the Dai ethnic group.

The hotel receptionist told him with certainty that the woman who came to see him did indeed have a Dai accent.

He dialed Dao Wuyan's number, and after a few rings, a pre-recorded message came through:

The girl, speaking with a local accent, sounded somewhat tired.

"...Hello, this is Dao Wuyan. I am currently on leave and not on duty at the moment."

Please leave a message if you need anything.

This is a work number.

A beep sounded, and Chen Ji carefully considered his words before briefly explaining the situation and asking Dao Wuyan to contact him after revising the document.

After hanging up the phone, he searched for the name again and found traces of Dao Wuyan in some corner of the internet.

In a trivial news story about a stinky ditch overflowing in a certain street, a reporter is standing in the corner of a photo of the scene.

He was indeed very tall, wearing glasses, and his face showed signs of exhaustion from work.

It was indeed her; she had come to the hotel to find me.

Turning off his phone, Chen Ji stood in front of the tombstone, overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

He had a vague feeling that he was very close to the truth of what happened back then.

Drop drop-

Wan Xiaoshuang made a voice call:

"There's been an answer to the question you asked me about."

"The person I met back then was indeed Wang Chao, and we even took a picture together."

A photo was sent to me; I don't know how many years ago it was taken.

It was indeed Wang Chao, wearing a mask inlaid with gold thread.

Beneath the mask lies flesh and blood, stripped of its skin and exposed to the elements.

"Did they collect different masks to cover their faces?" Chen Ji guessed.

Wang Chao had his arms around two people, one of whom was Zeng Guichuan, who looked rather uncomfortable; the other was a middle-aged man Chen Ji had never seen before.

This man was around 40 years old, with an indifferent expression; he looked like an old-fashioned person, and he was leaning on a cane.

"Wan Yaohong".

Wan Xiaoshuang kindly reminded him.

She made no attempt to conceal the fact that she shared the same surname as this person.

"...Your father?"

Chen Ji remained silent for a few seconds, then lowered his gaze to look at Wan Yaohong's front.

Two girls stood there, their expressions indifferent.

They were all wearing identical white dresses, giving the impression of being less human and more like mass-produced robots.

One of the girls was clearly Wan Xiaoshuang.

"It used to be."

Wan Xiaoshuang said simply.

Chen Ji didn't ask any further questions. Wan Xiaoshuang was indeed the child of the Twelve Directors, but it seemed that she had severed ties with her father.

What were you doing at the time?

Chen Ji zoomed in on the photo and saw that the background was magnificent, with many golden ribbons hanging there.

Wan Xiaoshuang said, "It seems like they're celebrating something... I've forgotten."

"In short, I have never seen Wang Chao since that time. It's as if he has disappeared from the world."

Judging from Wan Xiaoshuang's age in the photo, this must have happened at least a decade ago.

Before entering the tomb, or after entering the tomb?

As Wan Xiaoshuang walked out of the cemetery, she had a brief chat with Chen Ji on the phone.

She said she has a strong sixth sense and a premonition that Chen Ji will be able to help her in the future.

As for if you need any help...

Wan Xiaoshuang didn't say it, but Chen Ji vaguely guessed it.

Their goals may be aligned.

Another thing is that Xu Sandao recited the book for Chen Ji.

Speaking of this, Wan Xiaoshuang mentioned that Xu Sandao has been very busy at the company lately.

A few minutes later, Chen Ji hung up the phone, his mind already wandering elsewhere.

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