I Know Where the Eyes Are

Late night.

The heavy rain continued to fall, leaving the hillside behind the church caked in thick, washed-out mud.

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

The three children who had remained there watched in terror as the highest-ranking officer present—the Deputy Police Superintendent—along with Li Ming, the president of the Labor Union, several senior priests of the church, and the Bishop, who had been roused from his sleep late at night and looked utterly exhausted after learning the details, all gathered in the room.

Although it could not compare to the cases of Feng Zi's escape and the theft of the corpse, the serial murder case was still a major incident.

Especially since the mastermind behind this case was Nanny Cheng, a high-ranking member of the church.

Thus, these important figures could not continue their rest and were dragged out of bed in the early hours, two hours before dawn.

Tian Yuan should have been here as well, but because he had already exceeded the maximum deadline he promised The Council regarding Feng Zi's case, he had returned to Yaoguang last night to provide an explanation to the councilors, and therefore was not present.

Under such pressure, the three children, who were trembling and unable to speak clearly, recounted under the Deputy Superintendent's interrogation why they had been brought here; their statements were identical to those of Li Wei and Feng Zi.

By now, Nanny Cheng's guilt was an ironclad fact; the serial murders that had caused panic in Yuguang for over a year were indeed her doing.

Yet, at the same time, many questions did not disappear with the discovery of the killer; instead, they only multiplied.

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

This was the most crucial piece of evidence and the most direct problem.

Given the timeline—from when Li Wei sensed something wrong and found the crime scene, to Nanny Cheng's escape, and finally to Feng Zi chasing her to her lair—where could she have hidden that freshly gouged-out eye?

Furthermore, the motive was now in question. The priests in the church lived with Nanny Cheng day in and day out and understood her character.

She might have been a bit greedy for money and somewhat rigid in her ways, but she was certainly not someone with a psychological disorder.

So, why did she murder so many people and collect so many human organs?

Moreover, it was clear that the five of them, including Li Wei, had become her targets.

If Li Wei hadn't heard the disturbance, sensed something wrong, and gone to investigate, Nanny Cheng would surely have come to finish them off after dealing with Wang Xiaole.

And what about the final words Nanny Cheng shouted before she died, as reported by Feng Zi?

The cause of Nanny Cheng's death was still under investigation, but judging by her condition, it was highly likely she had been poisoned. Did she take the poison herself, or was she poisoned by someone else?

So many questions made the Deputy Superintendent's head spin.

It would have been easier to just pin the crime on Li Wei; then he wouldn't have to worry about these trivial details, and every question could be answered with a fabricated, logical reason.

But now, in the presence of the Bishop—a man known for his fairness and integrity—he dared not frame anyone at will.

After understanding the full sequence of events and recording all the statements and testimonies, the atmosphere in the Prayer Hall fell silent.

Finally, the Bishop, who had been leaning against his wheelchair and had not interrupted the recording process from start to finish, let out a long, weary, and disappointed sigh.

"The church has failed you."

His apology was directed at the five of them, which left the three children feeling overwhelmed, and even Feng Zi looked at him with a hint of sympathy.

The Bishop was very old and should have been enjoying a peaceful retirement, yet these past few days, all sorts of matters had been weighing on his shoulders. Even at this late hour, he had to be disturbed to preside over this mess.

"The church will compensate you, as well as the families of the victims. Once this matter is made public, I will personally visit them to apologize."

A priest beside him spoke up, unable to bear the sight, and tried to persuade him.

"This is not your fault, sir. It is the evil fruit Cheng Shu bore herself. In the future, when she is executed in Twilight, she will be nothing more than a beast. If the church truly needs to give the people of Yuguang an explanation, you need not step forward again. This is the church's mistake, and it should be borne by us subordinates."

The Bishop shook his head, leaning weakly against the back of his wheelchair, and closed his eyes.

"I have been in Sun City for five years, working hard to improve the image of Twilight among the people. It had already shown some results, but because of this incident, I don't know how much of that effort will go down the drain. Sigh."

Li Ming, the president of the Labor Union, also spoke up to persuade him.

"Everyone has seen everything you have done for Yuguang over these years, Mr. Bishop. Please do not take this to heart; after all, no one could have expected the killer to be a nun. Because this matter involves the church, we disturbed your rest so late to have you preside over it. Now that the matter has come to an end, you should go back and rest. If your health suffers any further, none of us can bear that responsibility."

Hearing Li Ming's words, those around them nodded in agreement, urging the Bishop not to exhaust himself here.

Just as the Bishop seemed unable to resist their persuasion and was about to have the nanny behind his wheelchair turn him around to leave, Li Wei, who had remained silent and watched everything with cold eyes, suddenly spoke up.

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

As soon as his words left his lips, the entire Prayer Hall fell silent.

The Deputy Superintendent couldn't help but frown, and the priests surrounding the Bishop looked on with dissatisfaction.

"If you knew, why didn't you speak up earlier? Why must you waste the Bishop's time! You are a rude child; if you have something to say, tell me."

The Deputy Superintendent, who already held a grudge against Li Wei, immediately scolded him.

The priest pushing the Bishop's wheelchair also looked as if he didn't want to bother with Li Wei and wanted to leave the Prayer Hall immediately.

However, at this moment, the Bishop waved his hand, signaling him to stop.

The old man looked at Li Wei with a gentle expression.

"Speak, child. You don't need to worry about the others. What have you discovered?"

Li Wei stared into his eyes.

"May I tell you alone, Mr. Bishop?"

The expressions of the others grew even uglier, and even Li Ming, who had always been known for his good-natured temper, looked at him with dissatisfaction.

But The Bishop appeared far more tolerant, beckoning Li Wei over with a wave of his hand.

"Then come a little closer."

With both hands hidden deep within the sleeves of his wide robe, Li Wei stepped up to The Bishop's side.

Inside the Prayer Hall, everyone present watched him, watching as he leaned in toward The Bishop's ear.

And then—

One of his hands violently yanked at that sparse, graying hair, while the other gripped a short sword and plunged it with all his might into the old man's heart!