DDT - Chapter 83
Chapter 83: Female Ghost × Little Pitiful One (13)
At eleven o'clock at night, inside the Royal Imperial Club in the capital, Wang Mingcheng and a few business friends had just finished dinner. They were now in a high-end VIP room, enjoying the professional care of masseuses. The men had long since silenced their phones; whenever they came to the club, they would either mute or turn them off, having specifically instructed their secretaries and assistants not to disturb them for any reason, no matter how dire.
But tonight, some things were destined to be more serious than the sky falling.
Wang Mingcheng's phone sat on a small cabinet to the right of his massage sofa. A moment later, the screen lit up. After dimming a few seconds later, it lit up again.
The young masseuse glanced at the phone. She knew these men were regular customers of the VIP massage rooms and was aware of some of their habits. Thus, she didn't disturb Wang Mingcheng, who was enjoying the massage with his eyes closed, and continued her work.
However, the phone screen kept lighting up intermittently. After the dozenth time, the young female masseuse finally spoke up with some concern. After all, so many consecutive calls and messages must mean there was an urgent matter, right?
"Mr. Wang, your phone keeps ringing. Would you like me to bring it over for you to check?" the masseuse asked politely.
Wang Mingcheng had been feigning sleep with his eyes closed. The sudden sound of the masseuse's voice in the quiet room, where only the sounds of the massage could be heard, instantly roused him from his drowsy state.
Someone kept calling? Wang Mingcheng turned his head with a puzzled expression to look at his phone. Just then, the screen lit up again.
Hadn't he told his secretary and assistant not to call?
There were no major issues at the company recently. Aside from his troublesome son, nothing significant had happened. He had just cleaned up that brat's mess a while ago, pulling countless strings to protect him. For the past few months, his son had been kept at the Third Hospital to lay low. He shouldn't have had any time to cause more trouble.
He only had one precious son. If anything were to happen to him, there would be no one to carry on the family line.
Seeing Wang Mingcheng turn to look at his phone, the masseuse thoughtfully stopped her movements and stepped aside.
A faint sense of unease crept into his heart. The phone screen went dark again. He reached out for the phone on the slightly distant cabinet. Face ID unlocked the screen, and dozens of missed calls popped up, followed by scores of unread WeChat messages.
The unease in Wang Mingcheng's heart intensified. He tapped open WeChat. Most of the messages were from Secretary Huang.
"Boss! Something has happened to Young Master Wang!"
"Boss! I've already hired a water army and marketing accounts to remove the trending topic!"
"Boss! The trending topic can't be removed!"
…
Trending topic? What trending topic? Wang Mingcheng was no longer a young man and had a significant generation gap with the youth. He didn't use Weibo, and although he often heard his employees mention things like "Weibo trending topics," he had a gut feeling this was not good news.
He exited the private chat with his secretary. Several of his good friends had also sent messages. "Lao Wang, what's going on with your son? The whole country knows about it now!"
"President Wang, did your son really kill someone?"
"Lao Wang, hurry up and check Weibo."
…
Before he could finish reading, his phone rang again. It was Secretary Huang. Wang Mingcheng swiped his finger and answered the call.
"Secretary Huang, what on earth happened?" Wang Mingcheng's expression was grim. He had a vague idea of what was going on, but he still found it hard to believe.
"President Wang! You finally answered! Something's happened to Young Master Wang! I don't know what he was thinking! He uploaded a lot of photos of murder and dismemberment to Weibo, and now the internet is saying he's a homicidal maniac!" Secretary Huang's slightly panicked voice came through the receiver.
"What did you say?!" Wang Mingcheng shot to his feet, his voice rising considerably. The other friends in the room, who had been on the verge of sleep, were startled awake and looked at him with bewilderment.
Feeling their gazes on him, Wang Mingcheng froze for a moment. Realizing he had overreacted, he gave his friends an apologetic nod, then quickly strode into the separate smoking room. After closing the door, he hurriedly asked, "Secretary Huang, what exactly is going on?"
Secretary Huang usually only handled company matters and was rarely involved in the Yellow-haired Man's affairs. Therefore, in her eyes, he was a handsome and wealthy second-generation heir. She couldn't believe he would do something like murder.
"President Wang, I've sent the link to Young Master Wang's Weibo to your WeChat. I suspect someone hacked his account to deliberately frame him!"
Wang Mingcheng quickly opened the Weibo link. When he saw the content, his breath caught in his throat, and he nearly fainted.
"President Wang? Boss?" Hearing no response from the other end for a long time, Secretary Huang grew anxious.
"Secretary Huang, book me a flight back to Chang City for tomorrow morning, immediately!" Wang Mingcheng's voice sounded utterly exhausted. "Tonight, find a way to issue a statement saying he didn't post those pictures himself! Find a way to get that stuff deleted!"
After hanging up, Wang Mingcheng slumped against the wall and slid to the floor. Bang! He clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it against the wall. "How could I, Wang Mingcheng, have raised such a piece of trash!"
In the secretary's office on the 26th floor of Wang Corporation, Secretary Huang was forced to work overtime due to the sudden incident with the Yellow-haired Man's Weibo. She opened her followed accounts on Weibo and realized she hadn't seen Young Master Wang's latest post. She had been busy making calls and dealing with the previous issue, and then contacting her boss, so she hadn't noticed this final one.
This post was a video link. After clicking it, Secretary Huang was completely stunned.
The video was two hours long, but Secretary Huang couldn't bear to watch more than ten minutes. In the video, the Yellow-haired Man sat on the floor in a contorted position, confessing to everything he had done, one by one. His face was filled with terror. At first, he only mentioned a few incidents, but then a cold female voice came from off-screen. She threatened him coolly, and the Yellow-haired Man, terrified and desperate to survive, continued his confession.
The image of a wealthy, handsome, and warm-hearted man he had cultivated on Weibo had completely collapsed. As the saying goes, you can't walk by the river without getting your shoes wet. The Yellow-haired Man had clearly been caught by someone who was very likely a victim's family member, leading to the worldview-shattering scene in the video.
Secretary Huang dazedly exited the video. Remembering the nauseating photos, her eyes reddened. Then, she suddenly dropped her phone, covered her mouth, and ran to the restroom. As for public relations, she no longer had the capacity to care.
It was late at night, a time when most people should have been asleep. However, the internet was more "lively" than ever before.
Several topics shot to the top of Weibo's trending list. Although Wang Corporation had previously paid to have them removed, for some unknown reason, Weibo's backend was unable to take them down. The programmers frantically searched for a glitch but couldn't find anything.
In Chi Junluo's sea of consciousness, a giant light screen resembling a phone display floated before the Heavenly Dao. It held a slice of watermelon, munching away happily while casually hacking into Sina's backend.
Heavenly Dao: Hiding my achievements and fame!
Finally, two hours after the content of the Yellow-haired Man's Weibo went viral, the official accounts of the C-Nation government and the Special Campaign to Combat Organized Crime and Vice both reported on the matter, ordering the Chang City police to promptly open a case and investigate.
Meanwhile, in the old building of the Third Hospital late at night, inside Room 302, several men, just like the Yellow-haired Man, lay sprawled on the floor, their limbs weak. The immense terror of the supernatural events weighed heavily on their nearly shattered minds, and the physical torment made their lives a living hell.
The Yellow-haired Man tried to crawl out several times, only to be dragged back by disgusting-looking ghosts. The various props on the black mesh wall were now scattered all over the floor. The ghosts, retaining some human consciousness, apparently knew how to use those toys and proceeded to use them on the Yellow-haired Man and his cronies.
The men's throats were raw from their wails and screams. Two of them had even broken their own limbs while struggling too violently.
For the first time, a look of utter despair appeared in their eyes.
Early the next morning, numerous police cars surrounded the Chang City Third Hospital, creating a commotion that alerted nearby residents. People connected the scene to the trending topics that had nearly crashed Sina's servers the night before. They quickly pulled out their phones to record videos and upload them to the internet. A new round of trending topics emerged: #ChangCityPoliceSurroundThirdHospital#
#HomicidalManiacSuspectedOfHidingInHospitalDisguisedAsMentalPatient#
#CentralPoliceHoldOvernightMeeting#
#SuspectsFatherMrWangSpottedAtChangCityAirportLookingHaggard#
It wasn't until morning that Weibo's programmers managed to delete the Yellow-haired Man's account, removing all photos and videos. However, various independent media, marketing accounts, and news outlets had already saved all the images and videos. To attract eyeballs and clicks, major verified accounts continuously posted the bloody pictures they had saved, at most "kindly" censoring the female victims' faces.
After investigation and evidence collection, the Chang City police focused their attention on two nurses and Yi Shuhan.
"Where is Mr. Wang now?" an officer asked with a stern expression in the interrogation room the hospital had temporarily set up for the police.
The two nurses trembled, not daring to look the police in the eye. There were several bruises on their faces and arms from when Chi Junluo had thrown them out the door the previous night.
Seeing that the two remained silent, the officer met with Yi Shuhan separately.
From Yi Shuhan, the Chang City police made a major breakthrough. They obtained the Yellow-haired Man's fruit-branded phone from her!
After unlocking the phone, several junior officers with weaker stomachs nearly threw up. What had been posted on Weibo yesterday was merely the tip of the iceberg.
The police asked Yi Shuhan if she had made the Weibo posts, which she flatly denied. When asked about the Yellow-haired Man's whereabouts, Yi Shuhan also claimed to be unaware. She only said that the two nurses had tricked her into going to Room 302 in the hospital's abandoned old building. There was no one inside. The nurses locked the front door, but she discovered the back door was unlocked and slipped out on her own.
The officer looked at Yi Shuhan intently. With his years of interrogation experience, he knew she was hiding a lot, but she was also a victim who had nearly fallen into the Yellow-haired Man's hands. The officer didn't press further for the time being, simply telling her to go back and rest. He assigned a few officers to guard the two nurses, then led a team to the abandoned old building himself.
The old building was gloomy and eerie. Though it was sunny and calm outside, an ominous wind snaked past the police officers inside.
The lead officer placed his hand on his sidearm and led his men upstairs.
Arriving at the door of Room 302, they could faintly hear low moans coming from within. The officer gestured for them to stop. He leaned close to the door, listened for a moment, then gently pushed it open a crack. The scene inside made his pupils contract involuntarily.
The room, with several broken lights, was dim. Several naked men were lying inside. They looked like they had suffered a great deal but hadn't passed out; the moans were coming from them. There was no one else in the room.
The officer waved his hand, and the officers behind him immediately surrounded the entrance. He kicked the ajar door wide open and rushed in, shouting, "Police! Don't move!"
The Yellow-haired Man and the others, having been humiliated by ghosts all night, were somewhat dazed. They twisted their necks to look at the police officers holding guns, their eyes a mixture of surprise and terror.
Only after entering did the officer get a clear view of the scene. The room was in a state of lewd disarray. Dirty clothes, clearly torn off by force, were strewn across the floor. The men's bodies were covered in bruises, and their… certain unmentionable areas were red and swollen. Looking at the "toys" scattered on the floor, the officers knew exactly what these men had been through.
One of the men was the Yellow-haired Man they had been searching for all night. He was clearly in the worst condition, with both legs broken, his right arm dislocated, and some unknown black and green liquid on his body, looking utterly disgusting.
In the end, the men were carried out on hospital stretchers. The officers didn't say it out loud, but they all understood: these men had likely been sexually assaulted.
Serves them right! Several officers cursed inwardly. Although they didn't know who did it, after seeing those videos and pictures, none of them could find it in their hearts to forgive these murderers.
Elsewhere, after getting off the plane, Wang Mingcheng figured the police chief would be awake. He quickly called him, hoping to discuss a solution. To his surprise, the police chief, who hadn't slept all night, had lost his usual warmth and was instead incredibly cold.
"President Wang, it's not that I won't help you. This matter has alarmed the entire country, and even foreign media are paying attention. I'm afraid I'm powerless to help. You're on your own. Don't call me again."
When Wang Mingcheng received the news that the Yellow-haired Man had been taken into custody by the police at the Third Hospital, his legs went weak. He hurriedly told his driver to rush to the hospital.
When the police at the hospital learned he was the Yellow-haired Man's father, their expressions were indescribable. Hearing from an officer that his son had sustained serious injuries, he hurried toward the heavily guarded hospital room. Just then, the attending physician walked over with a report.
After identifying himself, Wang Mingcheng was anxious to know the extent of his son's injuries and took the report to look it over. He saw fractures in both lower legs, a dislocated right arm, and multiple soft tissue contusions. His heart ached, but then he noticed something was wrong.
"Doctor, is this the wrong report? How can my son have type AB blood?"
The doctor took the report back and checked it carefully. "There's no mistake," he confirmed. "I tested this patient's blood myself."
"That's impossible. My wife and I are both type B. How could my son be…" Wang Mingcheng couldn't process it. The boy had been to the hospital once as a child, and the report back then said he was type B; he couldn't have remembered it wrong. Since then, all his illnesses, big or small, had been handled by the family doctor…
A terrible thought took root in Wang Mingcheng's mind. He felt unsteady on his feet. The doctor, looking as if he'd seen this all before, simply walked around him and entered the hospital room.
Online, public opinion continued to ferment. Netizens were filled with unabated fury, tagging various official police accounts and constantly pressuring the authorities.
Uncle Wang had seen the news during the night and had already packed up a good deal of money and fled.
The Yellow-haired Man's mother had a wonderful beauty sleep until the sun was high in the sky. Only after getting up did she see the numerous missed calls on her phone. Before she could see who had called, another call came in. It was Wang Mingcheng.
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