Bab 94: Chapter 94
The metal conveyor belt had completely lost control. Yan Su turned around and, seeing the scene, immediately ran over, leaping to hug Zhen Ai's shoulder, using his ankle to hook onto a nearby rack.
The conveyor belt moved a few centimeters, pulling the three into a straight line, taut inch by inch, then stopped.
Second by second, the massive mechanical force of the conveyor belt rapidly concentrated on the three of them.
Suki's foot was caught in the belt, the engine's horsepower pulling at her foot like a brutal punishment, threatening to tear her apart. No matter how hard she struggled, the bindings wouldn't come loose.
Zhen Ai held onto Suki's hand with all her might, both of their arms turning red and white, the skin breaking.
As for Yan Su, he was merely hooking his ankle onto the rack, resisting the force of the entire conveyor belt engine.
The mechanical strength was difficult even for his wrists to endure, let alone his ankle. In less than ten seconds, beads of sweat broke out on Yan Su's forehead. All the force was compressed and pressing down on him, tearing at his ankle with pain that felt like having his bones crushed and skin torn. His jaw was clenched tight, yet he showed no sign of slackening.
In just a few seconds, Suki's foot was dislocated, the pain almost unbearable. She looked at Zhen Ai, whose face was pale, nails digging into her flesh and still not letting go, incredulous, "Why are you saving me?"
Zhen Ai was exerting all her strength to hold on, pained to the point of having no excess energy to respond, but feeling sorry for Yan Su, she couldn't help but angrily speak out, "I don't want to save you; I want to hand you over to the police. Alive!"
Suki was stunned for a second, a strange smile appearing on her pale face.
The power of the engine quickly accumulated. Yan Su frowned tightly, gritting his teeth, his face turning white, yet he continued to hold on with remarkable willpower, tightly wrapping his arms around Zhen Ai, not loosening his grip even for a moment.
Even the agent Suki was surprised by his endurance, but he showed no signs of relaxation. Suddenly, the entire rack began to loosen, wobbling for a second before tilting and collapsing. In an instant, dozens of rows of storage racks fell like dominoes, crashing down with a thunderous noise. Boxes, papers, equipment clattered together, the world collapsing around them in chaos.
The three of them suddenly lost their support, sliding rapidly towards the pool.
Debris was crashing down from all directions. Yan Su flipped over, shielding Zhen Ai with his body, using his back to block the incoming junk.
With no place left to cling to, Yan Su glanced at Zhen Ai, whose face was filled with pain, and commanded, "Ai, let go!"
"No!" Zhen Ai suddenly broke into tears, her tone full of despair and unwillingness. "What will you do if she dies? They already suspect you! I want to hand her over to the police!"
Yan Su was taken aback, his heart aching.
Suki was dragged backward at high speed, the scattered debris striking her, nearly turning her into a pincushion. It seemed she felt no pain, looking at the two of them sliding rapidly alongside her, suddenly laughing sadly, "Nautilus."
"What?"
Suki smiled with a hint of despair, murmuring, "I forgot my pride. Ha, why am I a woman? Why does this world have so many ways to bully, shame, and destroy women? What's more tragic is that I've become one of those people too. I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry."
The metal conveyor belt dragged the three of them, now connected, swiftly towards the formaldehyde pool.
Yan Su no longer tried to persuade Zhen Ai; instead, he held her tight and slid along with her. He knew that as long as he didn't let go, Zhen Ai would eventually let go.
Sure enough, at the moment Suki was dragged to the edge of the pool, Yan Su still held onto Zhen Ai tightly.
Only then did Zhen Ai suddenly realize he would be dragged down with her, and fearing for his safety, she instinctively let go.
Suki was pulled into the high-concentration formaldehyde, instantly sinking to the three-meter-deep bottom, finally caught by the belt and stopping.
Yet Zhen Ai, propelled by the immense inertia, continued to slide rapidly towards the pool, falling in, but just as her face was about to touch the surface, she was caught by Yan Su.
The pungent smell of formaldehyde made Zhen Ai nauseous, and the toxic fumes from the pool stung her eyes painfully. She opened her mouth slightly, watching as the thick liquid flooded into Suki's ears, nose, and throat, her body twitching like a piece of paper in the wind.
Zhen Ai sat there, dazed and motionless.
The bottom of the pool looked so shallow, as if the two were separated by just a mirror, and she could reach out and touch it.
Yan Su lifted her up, but she suddenly seemed to wake up, lunging to rescue Suki.
"Ai!" Yan Su grasped her firmly, pulling her back into his embrace. If the pool were only one meter deep, he could jump in and lift Suki's head up, but the water was too deep, and the concentration of toxins too high—no one could survive for more than a few seconds.
Now, if he jumped in to save her—
"It's already too late."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Suki was already motionless at the bottom of the pool.
Zhen Ai was held tightly in his arms, silent at first. She stubbornly struggled against him like a defiant child, wanting to break free, gradually becoming more upset and then softly sobbing. After a while, she finally couldn't hold back and began to cry uncontrollably, "What will you do if she dies? What will you do? Dear, what will you do?"
"It's okay, I'll be fine." He gently patted her head, continuously comforting her.
But his gaze unconsciously fell to the formaldehyde pool.
Suki's back was pierced by various foreign objects as she sank to the bottom, her body half-floating among the bones. Her eyes were wide open in shock, mouth agape, arms stretched out, and the white bottom of the pool had two intersecting black lines, as if she were hanging on a cross.
Before falling into the pool, she had repented.
The abusive video of her tied to a cross, confessing before being killed, continued.
Suki's shirt bore two white skulls, four eerie eyes staring at Yan Su.
The sixth person was dead; only one remained.
The person in his arms cried quietly, her shoulders trembling;
He held her tight, lowered his head, burying himself deeply in her hair.
Before long, the police arrived. Not local police, but the FBI. Laise and the others were there too.
Yan Su had anticipated that he was being monitored, so he wasn't surprised by their speed. Zhen Ai buried her head in Yan Su's chest, instantly stopping her tears, quietly rubbing her eyes dry on his clothes as she stood up with him.
Laise, seeing Yan Su, scanned him from top to bottom with sharp eyes, and the first thing he said was, "S.A., the primary suspect is dead. The only people at the scene are you and your student."
Since Yan Su and Zhen Ai were under serious suspicion, Nell and the others, following protocol, kept their distance and didn't speak to him. But Lopez called for a doctor to come and check their wounds first.
The forensic personnel quickly got to work, inspecting the conveyor belt, Suki's handgun, the conveyor switch, and various other areas.
Zhen Ai was wrapped in a blanket, getting her wounds treated by the doctor while glancing at Yan Su. He had shielded her from the debris with his body, suffering multiple injuries on his back. Although none were serious, seeing so many cuts of varying lengths made Zhen Ai feel heartbroken.
Yan Su sensed her gaze and smiled back at her, saying, "I heard scars make a man more manly." He added with a teasing tone, "Ai, I'm very proud."
To comfort her, he said something he would never normally say and didn't even consider logically correct.
"What manly? That makes no sense," Zhen Ai pouted, leaning closer. "Let me sniff; why can't I smell anything?"
Yan Su looked down at her, smiling but remaining silent, knowing that while she appeared relaxed, she was deeply worried about him.
Rheid, who had been discussing the case with others, glanced over at Yan Su and walked over. At first, he was silent, waiting for the medical staff around Yan Su to disperse before quietly asking, "S.A., what happened?"
"Self-defense and an accident," Yan Su replied.
"Can you describe it to me?"
Yan Su paused for half a second, then shook his head. "I can't."
Rheid was taken aback. "The situation is not in your favor right now."
"I know. But I have nothing to say."
Rheid didn't press further, only advising him to take care and rest.
After being on the scene for just two hours, the results of the fingerprint analysis came back.
The hollow iron ball, the conveyor switch... all had only Yan Su's fingerprints, including the gun that Zhen Ai had touched.
Upon hearing this result, Zhen Ai reflexively said, "Impossible, those guns..."
"The lawyer isn't here yet," Yan Su said, looking down at her gently, cutting her off. "Talking now could be detrimental to you!"
Zhen Ai stopped, staring directly at him, her eyes gradually filling with tears.
He must have wiped the fingerprints off the gun when she wasn't paying attention, inevitably removing Suki's as well. Without fingerprints, only his remained. Was he really okay with being the only one suspected instead of both of them?
Seeing her about to cry, Yan Su felt a sharp pain in his heart, but outwardly he smiled and patted her bandaged body. "You're really not strong. Does it hurt that much?"
Zhen Ai didn't find it funny; she still gazed directly at him, nodding. "Yes, it hurts a lot."
Yan Su's faint smile instantly froze, his gaze deepening as he pulled her head into his embrace and kissed her deeply, softly reassuring her, "It's okay. If they want to convict me, the ballistic tests and gunshot residue tests won't pass."
Laise stepped up to Yan Su. "S.A. YAN, we have sufficient evidence to suspect that you have significant involvement in Suki's death. Please cooperate with us and come to the police station. From now on, you have the right to remain silent; anything you say to any police officer may be used as evidence against you in court..."
Zhen Ai listened, her heart sinking, but Yan Su simply squeezed her hand, signaling that everything would be fine.
After quickly delivering the Miranda warning, Laise asked, "Will you answer our questions without a lawyer present?"
Yan Su calmly listened and shook his head. "I choose to fully exercise my right to remain silent."
Laise nodded. "Okay, we won't ask you any questions until your lawyer arrives."
As the police approached to take Yan Su away, Zhen Ai instinctively clung tightly to his arm, lowering her head and remaining silent, unwilling to let go.
Laise squinted and asked, "Miss, you're an important witness. If you're willing to come back with us to testify..."
"Yes," Zhen Ai immediately nodded.
Yan Su remained silent, holding her small hand as they walked out together.
Sitting in the police car, Zhen Ai felt very down, while Yan Su remained calm, comforting her by patting her shoulder. At some point, he glanced outside at the lush summer scenery and suddenly smiled to himself.
Zhen Ai leaned in his arms, looking up at him. "What's wrong?"
Yan Su looked down and smiled. "You've become even more precious."
Though he was strict with himself and believed his suffering was no excuse for harming others, he never imposed his moral standards on anyone else. Thus, he felt that Suki's fall from grace was understandable and felt sorrow for her.
He adhered to his principles but didn't judge others' thoughts or seek to coerce or convince them. Because of this, finding someone who shared similar beliefs was especially valuable.
Today's events made him realize their commonalities once again; Zhen Ai was just like him. She not only thought this way but also acted on it without realizing it. Every single day, she continued to surprise him.
Zhen Ai didn't understand, frowning at him.
Yan Su didn't explain, just smiled and said, "Don't worry, we can still have dinner together tonight."
A once-in-a-lifetime evening shouldn't be missed.
Under the blue sky, the grassland rolled gently.
A tall young man in a cap, dressed in white athletic wear, looked energetic. He gripped a golf club and made a perfect swing, sending the white ball flying far away.
Amper stood nearby for too long, her legs a little sore, but she continued to hold a towel and secretly watched him. She had never seen him so sunny, like a pure college student. She got lost in thought, having heard that he looked just like another Mr. A. Unfortunately, she had only seen the shadow of Mr. A from a car on the roadside; as for him, Mr. B, she seemed to have only seen him with sunglasses, with a beautifully curved nose and chin.
Even so, she couldn't tell which was which because she had heard they were both good at disguising themselves.
Both of them were equally ruthless. The only thing A had ever said to her was, "If you touch her, I'll turn you into sashimi." B, so far, hadn't spoken to her at all. He seemed to only talk to people within the organization. Amper really wanted to join the organization, but she hadn't succeeded yet.
She didn't want to end up like Suki, serving the organization without any protection or a guarantee of a proper burial. Yet, she was still puzzled; Mr. B had clearly promised to ensure Suki's safety, just as he had when she had killed someone before.
While she was lost in thought, he turned around, wearing sunglasses that obscured his eyes, yet there was an underlying chill about him. Amper shivered slightly.
His gaze fell on her hands, which were simply holding a towel. He frowned.
A nearby waiter bowed his head and presented a towel on a plate. "Sir."
He picked it up to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Amper felt awkward, lowering her head. She was just holding the towel, and he had a cleanliness obsession—he must find her disgusting.
He wiped his hands with the towel; beneath the sunglasses, she could vaguely see his long eyelashes. His voice was cold: "A man's promises are unreliable, especially when that man's eyes do not see you."
Amper was taken aback, realizing he seemed to be answering her thoughts. She was startled; could he really understand people's hearts?
Amper didn't dare to respond, but Siella beside her lifted her head, looking at his fair profile. "Sir, Suki has been confirmed dead."
"She was supposed to die," he said, wiping each finger with the towel. "Besides, she caused our little C to get hurt, and that pains me." His profile was hard, yet his words were oddly gentle as he sighed. "I really want to drag her body out and turn it into minced meat."
Amper felt a chill run down her spine, recalling Zhen Ai's cold face and Suki's gentle eyes, feeling both resentment and hatred, but daring not to say anything.
He turned his head, his dark sunglasses making him look eerie. She remembered Suki saying he had beautiful eyes like glass, but he never showed tenderness to any other woman.
"Do you still want to kill her?" he raised an eyebrow, a strange smile appearing on his lips. "Amper, I dislike women who don't know their place and can't see their own worth."
He paused. "Especially disobedient women."
Amper's mind was racing, and she couldn't help but respond, holding back her anger. "Does she listen to you?"
"Of course not," he replied calmly, not at all angry. "But I enjoy playing double standards."
Amper felt a wave of sorrow wash over her. Suki was just like that, unable to see reality.
B had already withdrawn his gaze and turned to walk down the corridor.
Siella followed him, and Amper trailed behind.
Once they reached the corridor, B saw a thick heavy door. He paused for a second, then suddenly muttered to himself, "I should have stopped the conveyor belt and saved Suki."
Amper didn't quite understand, thinking he had changed his mind, but Siella immediately grasped the meaning, recalling how Suki had forcefully slammed the heavy door down on Zhen Ai.
Sure enough, he walked slowly ahead, speaking with deep regret, "I should have tied her up in the door frame and let her fall to her death."
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