I was so angry at Gu Mo's tone that I nearly spat blood, but there was nothing I could do about the shameless old man.
That was the end of my conversation with Gu Mo. I hung up and returned to the hospital room, where the doctors had already wheeled out Chen Xiaoqiu and the other patients whose conditions were relatively mild.
The police began their investigation. It was easy enough to identify these patients, but the dead were another matter. They had died at different times, and their bodies were in varying stages of decay, so identification would take some time.
That evening, Zhuang Huai received some news. He seemed to know all about me—or, more accurately, what had happened in People's Celebration City—and told me outright that a man and a woman among the bodies had been identified.
They were Chen Li and Zhang Qiong, the two property owners from Workers and Peasants Sixth Village.
I was a little surprised.
Both had been beaten to death. If Chen Yihan hadn't come by last time and provided DNA samples from their relatives, they wouldn't have been identified so quickly.
Zhuang Huai also said the police had found clues on the two of them relating to the criminal gang they were investigating, and that they were now organizing a team.
With that, Zhuang Huai said goodbye to us and asked us to look after Zhuang Tao for him.
I readily agreed.
As Zhuang Huai headed out, he happened to run into someone.
I was just seeing Zhuang Huai off, so I saw the young man skulking around, too.
"Xiangzi?" I called.
Xiangzi grimaced and, with obvious reluctance, forced himself to greet us.
His aunt had called him in to help. His uncle was also in the hospital, but he hadn't