I Know Where the Eyes Are

The second half of the night.

The heavy rain kept falling, and the back hill behind the church had been washed into a sea of mud.

Li Wei and Feng Zi were brought back to the small Prayer Hall.

The three children who had stayed there the whole time watched in fear as the highest-ranking officer left behind, the deputy superintendent; Li Ming, president of the Labor Union; several senior church pastors; and The Bishop, who had been woken in the middle of the night and looked exhausted after learning what had happened, all gathered there.

Although it could not compare to the cases of Feng Zi's escape and the stolen corpse, the murder and mutilation case was still a serious matter.

Especially since the mastermind behind it turned out to be Nanny Cheng, a high-ranking church official.

So these important figures had all been forced to abandon their rest and get up at an hour when dawn was still two hours away.

Tian Yuan should have come too, but because he had already exceeded the maximum time he had promised The Council he would spend on Feng Zi's case, he had returned to Yaoguang last night to answer to the councilors. So he was not there now.

Trembling under the weight of all those imposing figures and barely able to get their words out, the three children explained under the deputy superintendent's questioning why they had been brought there. Their accounts were identical to those given by Li Wei and Feng Zi.

By now, Nanny Cheng's guilt was an established fact. She was the one behind the murders that had terrorized Yuguang for over a year.

But as the culprit was identified, many questions had not been answered. Instead, more and more had arisen.

The first question was: where had Wang Xiaole's eyes gone?

They were the most crucial evidence, and the most immediate question.

From the time Li Wei noticed something was wrong and found the crime scene, to Nanny Cheng's escape and Feng Zi chasing her back to her hideout, where could she have hidden the eyes she had just gouged out?

There was also the question of motive. The church's pastors had spent every day alongside Nanny Cheng and understood what she was like.

She could be a little greedy and somewhat rigid, but no one would have called her disturbed.

So why had she brutally murdered so many people and collected so many human organs? What had she intended to do with them?

And it was obvious that the five of them had been brought to this Prayer Hall as targets, too.

If Li Wei had not heard something and realized something was wrong, then gone to investigate, Nanny Cheng would certainly have come to deal with them after finishing with Wang Xiaole.

And what had Nanny Cheng meant by the words she cried out just before she died, as Feng Zi had reported?

The cause of Nanny Cheng's death was still under investigation. Judging by her condition, she had most likely been poisoned. Had she taken the poison herself, or had someone else poisoned her?

The deputy superintendent's head was spinning from all the questions.

It would have been easier to pin the crime on Li Wei. Then there would have been no need to worry about all these details; they could have made up a plausible explanation for everything.

But now, with The Bishop present—and one renowned for fairness and integrity—he naturally did not dare fabricate charges.

Once they had gone through the entire chain of events and recorded all the statements and testimonies, the atmosphere in the Prayer Hall fell silent.

At last, The Bishop, who had leaned back in his wheelchair and not once interrupted the deputy superintendent's note-taking, let out a long sigh. His face was weary and disappointed.

"The Church has failed you."

He was apologizing to all five of them. The three children were flustered by the gesture, and even Feng Zi looked at him with sympathy.

The Bishop was already very old. He should have been enjoying a peaceful retirement, but all kinds of troubles had weighed on his shoulders these past few days. Even now, so late at night, he had been disturbed and called in to deal with this mess.

"The Church will compensate you, as well as the victims' families. Once this matter is made public, I'll personally visit them and apologize."

A pastor nearby spoke up, his face full of sympathy.

"This has nothing to do with you. Cheng Shu brought this upon herself. Once the Church carries out Twilight, she'll be no better than a beast. The Church really does owe the people of Yuguang an explanation, but you don't need to appear in person. This was the Church's fault, and we, your subordinates, should bear the responsibility."

The Bishop shook his head. Weary, he leaned back against his wheelchair and closed his eyes.

"I've been in Sun City for five years, trying hard to improve the people's impression of Twilight. I'd finally made some progress, but because of this incident, who knows how much of what I've done will go to waste. Sigh."

Li Ming, the union president, spoke up to reassure him as well.

"Everyone has seen all you've done for Yuguang over the years, Bishop. Please don't keep blaming yourself over this. No one could have guessed the culprit was a nun. We disturbed your rest and asked you to come because the Church was involved. Now the matter is more or less settled. You should go back and rest. If something happens to your health now, none of us could answer for it."

At Li Ming's words, those around them nodded and joined in, urging The Bishop not to exhaust himself any longer.

In the end, The Bishop seemed unable to resist their urging. Just as he was about to have the nanny behind him turn his wheelchair and take him away—

Li Wei, who had not spoken a word and had watched everything with cold eyes, suddenly spoke.

"Bishop, could I have a moment of your time? I know where Wang Xiaole's eyes are."

His words plunged the entire Prayer Hall into silence.

The deputy superintendent frowned, while the pastors gathered around The Bishop all looked displeased.

"If you knew, why didn't you say so earlier? Why waste the Bishop's time? You children have no respect for your elders. If there's something you need to say, tell me."

The deputy superintendent had already been prejudiced against Li Wei, and he immediately scolded him.

The pastor pushing The Bishop's wheelchair also looked as if he had no intention of entertaining Li Wei. He wanted to leave the Prayer Hall at once.

But The Bishop raised a hand, signaling him to stop.

The old man looked at Li Wei kindly.

"Go ahead, child. Don't worry about anyone else. What have you found?"

Li Wei stared into his eyes.

"Could I speak to you alone, Bishop?"

The others looked even more displeased. Even Li Ming, who had always been easygoing, now regarded him with disapproval.

But The Bishop was far more tolerant. He beckoned Li Wei over.

"Then come closer."

Both of Li Wei's hands were hidden in the wide sleeves of his robe. He moved up beside The Bishop.

Everyone in the Prayer Hall watched as he leaned toward The Bishop's ear.

Then—

One of his hands suddenly seized the old man's sparse, graying hair, while the other gripped a short sword and drove it with all his might into the old man's heart!