Someone asked a guru to cure his wife's depression, and the guru said: first hang her up with a red rope

In April 2009, Philic founded the Philic Women's Detective Agency. Since opening six years ago, she has taken on a total of 101 domestic violence cases. In the course of her work, she has seen too many vulnerable women, because of the lack of money to endure the silence, more and more to promote the violent husband's anger.

Because of the care for this silent group, in April 2014, she linked up with a number of social organizations to launch an innovative volunteer investigation service, free of charge to help low-income women investigate their husbands' domestic violence, cheating evidence, which becomes a strong guarantee for future divorce cases.

As a colleague, Ryan had sought Philic's assistance. Because some places were inaccessible to female investigators, Philic sometimes asked Ryan to follow her around and take photographs, and she knew Ryan so well that when Ryan asked her for a list of victims of domestic violence, she did not refuse, but simply said, "Read it and burn it."

From the list, it was found that Yvonne had asked for help in January 2014 from the Female Detective Agency. There are also 15 other women in the list who have received the services of the YDS, with the names of the wives of Jie, a hardware store manager, Da, a reporter, and Wu, a security guard, among them.

We asked Philic to contact back these 15 righteous women, and the results confirmed the truth that a total of 9 women had husbands, or ex-husbands, who were missing parts of their bodies.

Separately, there was a tail finger, a toe, an ear, three teeth, a piece of scalp, and two nipples. One by one, they matched the organs Ryan had accidentally rummaged through in the trash.

Some wives explained that they suddenly realized one day that a certain part of their husbands' bodies was inexplicably missing, but they blinked and claimed that there was no need to report the matter to the police.

In particular, seven women's domestic violence situations have been alleviated since then, and five of them have since successfully divorced their husbands.

At this point, we know the motive for this organ cutter's crime - lynching domestic abusers. We have no way of knowing exactly what tactics this person used to silence his victims en masse.

This examination alone took another day, but the location of the antidote remained a mystery.

We returned to Ryan's house on February 28th at 1:18pm.

If I don't find the antidote today, I'm afraid I'll die. I hinted that I was putting myself at risk, but I was more sensitive than ever to the esoteric thing called time, a subtle ticking in my ears, and the more I felt time, the more I established myself as a nucleus, immersed in a trance-like universe of nothingness, when I heard Fyren's words - and they pulled me back to reality again.

"Wu confirmed that the cutter was wearing a gas mask to cut off his scalp, much like the killer who killed YasinChen and made the recording."

"While the motives are the same and the murder costumes are similar, the modus operandi is not the same," Ryan countered, "The nine domestic abusers, all of whom had only a small portion of their bodies sliced off, but YasinChen was murdered, and I don't think it's like the same person did it. "

"Unless he's a big Yvonne fan." Fyren replied.

"What do you mean?" Ryan asked.

"Don't forget, before marrying YasinChen, Yvonne was Miss Asia and a movie queen, and she had a lot of fans." Fyren said, "If the cutter was a big fan of Yvonne, and Yvonne was brutally abused and killed by her husband, do you think the cutter would be willing to cut just one organ from YasinChen's body?"

I look over to the wall of movie and TV posters at Ryan's house, and prominently featured is Yvonne's poster

"The possibility exists." Ryan nodded and picked up his cell phone, "We should tell the police about this inference and try to solve the two cases together."

"Ryan," Fyren said slowly, "don't pretend."

Ryan stopped moving.

"YasinChen's murderer, the cutter, it's all you!"

Yvonne is originally from Huizhou City, Guangdong Province, her mother smuggled her to Hong Kong in the 80s, in order to make ends meet, she worked part-time jobs and learned English, and at the age of seventeen, she was scouted by a talent scout and joined an actor's training course, and at the beginning, she worked as an odd-jobber on a drama set, running the show, and because of her English skills and her pure image, she was discovered and trained by a film and television company. The photo was taken in a Japanese garden by a famous Japanese photographer.

In 2004, she was elected Miss Asia and made her official debut with the stage name "Yvonne" and responded to the new era of aesthetics, her rounded face became sharp and conical without a sound. After that, her career was smooth and she acted in many movies. In 2009, she was awarded the Queen of Movies, and in 2012, she got married to Yasin Chen and retired from acting.

Before she got married, YasinChen had bought back and destroyed the set of large-scale photos on the market at a high price, and rumor has it that less than 1,000 copies are now circulating on the market.

Last year, Yvonne's murder case broke out, about her works Loyang paper expensive, and one of the most collectible, is the set of portraits, "Court Sand No Daughter", now in eBay has been speculated sky-high price.

At Ryan's house, there is a copy of The Girl of the Garden Sand. The girl, not yet named Yvonne, looks out of the mirror with innocent eyes on a moonlit summer night, on a tatami mat, on a tabletop, by a doorway beam, in the garden sand, in a fountain, by a tree trunk.

Little did she know then that the twelve years that followed would be a thrilling roller coaster ride of fate, with peaks and valleys that would end up leaving her behind mercilessly.

"Remember our casual conversation the other day?" Fyren pulled out 'Court Sand No Daughter' from the bookshelf, "I asked you about the origins of this portrait, and you replied at the time that there were only three thousand copies of this portrait on sale worldwide, and that you had bought it when it first went on sale."

"Right, they say that I collected this one for its collector's value, so I can't allow anyone else to collect it except fans, right? Even if I did it for the sake of admiring her body, that makes sense, right?"

Ryan didn't care in the face of Fyren's skepticism, "Besides even if they were her fans, it doesn't connect to the crime you're talking about, in which case there are plenty of other people who are also suspects. That's a pretty nutty suspicion you have."

"This hardcover photo was released in 2002, not cheap, the same price, there are a lot of other options to meet your requirements, and at that time she was still an unassuming small curiosity, the sales volume compared to the same period of the other photo books is even less than pathetic, in the Yvonne at that time the company's an interview I also saw, this photo half a year sales of only a mere three hundred or so, you said in the collection value of it bought when it was first released, did you know at that time that she would become famous afterward? You said that you were interested in its collector's value and bought it when it was first released, did you know that she would become famous after that?"

Fyren nods, "The fact that you would do this to a star before she's even up and running can only mean that you've been watching her, admiring her, and one might even say that you're more than just a fan."

Ryan lights his cigarette, "Even if I really am a fan of hers, what does that have to do with these cases?"

"It does matter very little, unless another person is put between you and these cases."

Ryan frowned and looked at Fyren, "Who?"

"The one missing from the domestic violence list you brought." Fyren replied.

Getting Ryan to ask Philic for the domestic violence list was Fyren's test. Back when we searched the Philic Women's Detective Agency for the antidote, Fyren had surreptitiously gone through the book of accepted case lists in the cabinet, and while the Women's Detective Agency had investigated a total of 102 domestic violence cases between April 2009 and March 2015, the list Ryan gave us was only 101 people.

The person he erased, named "Zi", committed suicide in July 2011 by jumping from the rooftop of his house.

"Zi is your sister, right?" Fyren pressed, "She was one of the victims of the domestic violence, and you deliberately removed her from the list to keep us from noticing, which was a cover-up."

At the name, Ryan's smoking hand shook for a moment before a smile appeared and his movements resumed their leisurely pace as he leaned back in his chair, looked out the window, then smoked, exhaled smoke, and spoke, "Just because I don't want you guys to know about the family business doesn't mean I'm a murderer."

"What about that gas mask in your room? There's a conspicuous piece of wear on the rubber of that mask, call up all the victims of the cuts and ask them to describe the features, details, and color of the mask worn by the cutter, and see if it's the right one."

Fyren pauses, "Ryan, no more sophistry!"

"So you suspected me early on." Ryan scowled, shaking his cigarette ash to the ground.

Zi is two years younger than Ryan, and in 2010 she married Luo, a Hong Kong businessman who is extremely superstitious and believes that destiny can be changed in a number of ways, and after listening to a feng shui master and relocating his family's ancestral graves, his career began to go uphill, and then he simply hired a guru as a life counselor, and would consult him first on any matters that were difficult for him to understand.

In January 2011, Zi accidentally miscarried, Luo listened to the masters that the child is on behalf of the adults to prevent disaster, and even developed the idea of making a specimen of the stillborn baby to put at home for worship.

Zi had not yet recovered from the agony of seeing her husband's absurdity completely, and since then, she had been cycling through a cycle of self-blame, and despair had gradually closed in on her like the mud that had been thrown down from the mouth of a tomb.

She was in a room with a black light and silent tears, Luo walked in, discovered the secret, begged to ask the master. The master set up a formation in his home, with four charms and a mirror, cut the throat of a live chicken, spilled drops of blood on the floor, circled Zi, and muttered chants as smoke roiled and depressing the ceiling.

The practice did not alleviate Zi's condition, on the contrary, her face became more and more withered, white hair sprouts, hands and feet peeling.

Luo asked Master if he could divorce Zi. I don't want to live like this. The master shook his head, this possession filth is coming at you, even if you get rid of your wife, it will still follow you. If you want to soar in the future, you must remove it.

Now that it has sucked the energy from your wife and is growing in power and is about to take over the body, the only way to destroy it is to inflict real pain.

Luo does not doubt the master's words in the slightest, and begins the ritual of exorcism - lighting candles in the four corners of the bedroom, affixing yellow talismans, covering Zi with a gold coat, binding her with red rope to "trap the filth" and hanging her upside down, with black shadows projected on the wall, swaying like a ghost.

At first Luo was still reluctant, clutching the vine sprinkled with divine water, his forehead seeping with sweat, and chanting to Zi over and over again, "It's saving you, destroy it, and it'll be easy, and we'll still be a loving couple.

The Master said, "Fight!" Luo laid hands on him, and Zi let out a mournful wail, then fainted.

Then he hit harder and harder, taking off his shirt, even feeling the thrill of the whip.

Zi could not cry any more, her face was ashen, she vomited food a few times - black and purple because of the blood, the master was there to point out, the filth took shape, Luo felt that it worked, helped Zi onto the bed, stroked her cheeks, it's almost done, it's almost done, just bear with it a little longer.

Zi pleads with Luo to leave her alone or take her to the hospital; Luo verbalizes comfort and doesn't act on it.

In March 2011, Zi called the police when Luo was not on guard, and three police officers came to the house to visit him. The red marks from the cane lashes on his skin, which gradually dissipated over time, were only a warning to Luo due to the lack of evidence - he would be detained if he received any further calls.

To make sure, the police referred the situation to the Hong Kong Federation of Women, which appointed a partner organization, the Philic Women's Detective Agency, to conduct a private investigation and intervene once there was solid evidence.

Luo's business was not going well during that time, and he thought that it was the filth in the house that was causing the problem. He entered the house, took off his shoes and suit jacket, pulled off his tie, and closed the curtains, completely revealing his maniacal side. zi cried out, and Luo gagged her. The female detective's investigation is going nowhere.

Zi turns to her brother for help, and she tells Ryan that Luo is crazy. Looking at Zi's disheveled demeanor, Ryan drags Luo into a dark alley and beats him so badly that Luo falls to his knees and begs for forgiveness, promising never to do it again and pleading to be given another chance.

Under Ryan's supervision, Luo sent Zi to the hospital with a diagnosis of major depression, and after a month's hospitalization and return home, on the afternoon of July 9, 2011, Zi committed suicide by leaping from a 10th floor balcony.

The suicide was linked to Luo's domestic violence, but Ryan didn't rule on him because he had an alibi.A month after Zi's funeral, Luo immigrated to Canada.

"I found out that Luo came to Hong Kong last year, and then strangely disappeared afterward, and hasn't been found yet." Fyren asked.

"Last summer, a man who called himself Bat asked me to meet him, said he brought me a generous gift, said Luo's name, said he was in Hong Kong nowadays, and asked if I was interested in meeting him." Ryan said, "I said yes."

FuBian pretends to be a "master", contacted Luo in Canada, said that his family's ancestral tomb was moved, urgently need to come over to repair, Luo cast himself into the net.

In the early morning hours of June 3, 2014, Ryan got into FuBian's car, blindfolded and with his hands tied, and was taken to an abandoned room, where FuBian turned on the LED lights, and Luo was tied to a wooden chair, gagged and blindfolded, unable to move. Looking out the window, in the darkness is the rustling of leaves, and the sound of rapid water flow.

Ryan removes the cloth from Luo's mouth and pulls off the eye cloth. Luo recognizes the other party and begs, saying that he is coming to Hong Kong and has to report to his family every day, and that if his family suspects anything, they will call the police soon.

Seeing as how he was once a relative, he will definitely not pursue the matter as long as he lets himself go.Ryan asks, "I'll let you go if you tell me exactly how my sister died.

She killed herself, it's nothing to do with me, Luo said.

She called the police. She told me you used to beat her up.

Luo said, "You really misunderstood, I didn't hit her.

Ryan walks over to a nearby metal table with a set of surgical instruments. He picks up a scalpel, comes over to Luo, and asks, why does she have so many whiplash wounds?

Help, Luo shouted.

Ryan puts the blindfold back over Luo's eyes and says, You kept the bedroom curtains drawn tightly, and I never found any evidence of domestic violence on your part, and I'm curious as to how exactly you beat my sister in the room. It was so unbearable that she preferred to die.

I'm going to make a small incision in your neck vein right now, and I'm going to close this small incision when you tell me all the truth.

Luo kept jumping, the chair made a knocking sound. Don't move, or the opening will become bigger, the blood will be sprayed all at once, and then you can't even stop it.Luo stopped moving, I said I said, don't cut it.

Ryan walks up behind Luo, skims Luo's head off with his left hand, exposing the side of his neck, and the tip of the scalpel goes to the artery, sending a stream of blood in a needle-like jet a meter away.

Help, help, Luo panics.

Ryan said the more you panic, the more blood you bleed. If you want to live, talk fast and tell me everything.

Luo kept nodding his head, I said I said I said. He gave a huge and detailed account of how he domesticated Zi. Finally, he concluded that he blamed me for being superstitious and listening to liars.

Fighting Zi, is saving Zi?Ryan questioned.

Right.Luo right side of the ground area of a puddle of blood, he spoke shriveled, the spirit of resentment in the infestation of Zi's body, it must be constantly alarmed, so that it does not rest in peace, a little bit of stripping it, so that the spirit of the soul to be dispersed. This is what the liar said.

Why don't you get a divorce?

The con artist guru said Zi is a curse in my life and I must remove it myself or I won't be able to escape even if I get divorced.

You can get away with it by forcing her to die?

The crooks said that if they couldn't torture Zi's physical body, they would torture her spirit, so that if Zi broke down, the spirits would recede.

Luo said, "I listened to the scammer and made multiple copies of the photo of the stillborn baby, distributing them in drawers, cabinets and books, and burned a music CD with a baby's cries and played it while Zi was resting at home. I didn't think she would end up committing suicide.

Ryan was shaking.

Please, I've told you everything I know. I'm cold. Stop the bleeding, please. Luo begged.

Ryan walks up and says, the only thing that guru got right is that Zi is your destiny, you can't escape it. The blade slashes, blood spurts, and a minute later, Luo spasms a few times and doesn't move.

FuBian watched the whole time without saying a word, and after Luo broke, FuBian blindfolded Ryan, tied his hands, and drove Ryan back to his place.

"Only the two of us know about today." In the car, FuBian said leisurely.

Cults often have recruitment rituals, and in order to become a member, one must subscribe to the teachings, and practice is the supreme test of thought.

Ryan joined the Bat cult with a slow-motion murder. Having worked with him for over two years, I knew he had a unique way of doing things, and I never thought he'd end up using that talent for crime.

After murdering Luo, he lends his identity as a detective and goes down the path of the Punisher.

Since 2014, the number of poor people in Hong Kong has exceeded 1.3 million, which is equivalent to one out of every five Hong Kong people. The wives of poor families who are subjected to violence are often afraid to speak out and have no way to call for help.

For this reason, Philic has joined hands with organizations to provide voluntary investigation services, but new problems have arisen. Even if all the incriminating evidence of the husband is collected, the subsequent costly divorce proceedings are still a hurdle for the victimized wives. Even if the divorce is successful, some women have been housewives for a long time and have lost their ability to earn a living, which is a new test of survival.

Ryan decides to help them privately. An eye for an eye isn't a good solution, death threats must be used to panic the other side, thus forcing them to comply.

He found a safe and shocking solution: cut off the parts of the domestic abuser's body that looked useful but would pose no harm if lost - scalp, teeth, end fingers, ears, nipples - and began to carry out the operation.

With careful investigation, everyone has dirt on them. Take freelance journalist Da as an example, he has written so many stories and offended a lot of people, Ryan used ecstasy to cover Da's mouth and nose, and brought him to an abandoned room with soundproof sponge and put on a gas mask - it can change his voice and have a shock effect, and it won't hinder his breathing in the process of committing the crime. He asked him to recall a gangster story he once wrote, intimidating, you're in trouble, the boss told me to come and finish you off.

Then cut off one of Da's ears, the blood flowed like a stream, the effect was remarkable, Da shivered and begged for mercy.Ryan said in the mask, if you want to live, you have to agree to two conditions, one is not allowed to write about our club in the future, and the other is to pay a one-time payment of $200,000 in full protection fee, two months time, to give you a legal advice on how to come up with the money, and divorce with your wife and split the family property.

Ryan knows that Da does not have so much savings, asked, can you do as I say?Da nodded furiously. I'm just a clerk, call the police to catch a scapegoat at most, we know where you live, don't want to live a life on the run afterward, so wake up.

Da soon divorces his wife Jane, and Ryan later wires two hundred thousand dollars back to the woman's account in the form of a bailout. This cutting method has been tried and tested, for example, he also investigated the evidence of a victimized wife's husband bribing the mainland, after beating him severely, cut off the nipple of the businessman, the blood flowed in a straight line along the body, Ryan told the businessman, recently the anti-corruption crackdown has been tight, the amount of money you gave to that side is too large, some people think that you're a hidden danger, and they sent me to get rid of you. There's no way to get paid to do this, I'll be quick and you won't have to suffer.

Finding a lethal handle is like striking a snake. The other guy cries and offers a higher price, begging Ryan to let him go.

If you don't kill me, you have to agree to two things, Ryan said. First, half a million dollars, and second, you have to leave China quietly in ten days, and you have to do it without a word. You can call the police, I have enough evidence to put you in jail for a few years, and people will still fuck you in jail. The businessman nodded and shook his head, he would not call the police, Ryan finally instructed, take one more person more hidden danger, only one person can go, the other party replied, understand. The businessman went back and quickly divorced, transferred his assets abroad and disappeared without a trace.

"Why?" Fyren asked.

"Hate domestic violence, how many women are victimized by domestic violence every year, and how many are saved after reporting? On the contrary, there are many women who are hurt even more after reporting it. If cutting off a useless tail finger saves a woman and child, doing so is justice." Ryan replied.

"It's never justice. Is it justice to end up with a tragedy like Jie, the hardware store manager, who, when he drinks, forgets all about his fears and his behavior even bounces back from your aggravation?" Fyren questioned.

Ryan looked down and added, "But from what we've seen back, the nine domestic abusers who cut, seven of the wives improved afterward, close to an eighty percent success rate, and I don't think that's wrong."

"Even if the results look good, without the ability to change them at the source, it's all hemlock." Fyren questioned, "How can you be sure that, in another dimension, it won't hurt more people?"

Ryan shook a cigarette out of his holder and lit it, "Too many tragedies have happened to my sister, to Yvonne, and if legal means have little success, someone has to step in and do the dirty work, Fyren, and if that's a crime, it's forgivable."

"Let me tell you one more thing, after you killed YasinChen, a logistics company he was in charge of shut down and a large number of employees were laid off, Jie, the manager of the hardware store, was originally a treasurer in that logistics company and opened the hardware store only after he was laid off, all the information suggests that it was because of the fact that after he was dismissed he had a drastic change in his temperament, started drinking heavily, and took his grievances out on his wife. What you think you're doing is the righteous thing to do, but on the other hand, could be the source of a tragic disaster." Fyren said.

"After Jie was stabbed to death by his son, I looked at the body on the couch, the blood-stained living room, and realized the same thing."

Ryan sighs, "Realizing that I'm doing this, all just wishful thinking. Just to vent the anger that Zi and Yvonne had bottled up over their tragic deaths from domestic violence, just to fill and make up for the pain that there was nothing I could do about it, and that if I didn't, I'd blame myself over and over again."

"I had the power to protect them, but I didn't even do it." Ryan said.

As the millennium approaches, Hong Kong is booming with all kinds of grand ceremonies, and the countdown to the end of the millennium is over, sixteen-year-old Ryan embraces Yvonne under the glittering fireworks, and seeing Yvonne every day is the happiest time of his life.

They met on the streets, fell in love, suffered together, planned their future together, and then Yvonne was discovered by a movie studio and her dream was finally realized, but at the cost of having to stay single.

When Ryan finds out, he tells her that it's okay, so he breaks up with Yvonne and applies for a job as an agent for a movie company, and if that doesn't work, he backs out and becomes a floor manager for the theater group Yvonne is on. He wants to be by Yvonne's side.

At that time, Yvonne was not yet called Yvonne, playing some roles of courtesans with no lines, or pedestrian street passers-by. Ryan went to see Yvonne as soon as he was free and secretly put a lunch box full of pork chops and bone broth at Yvonne's work station, and Yvonne understood and often smiled when she ate it.

Ryan often gives Yvonne the thumbs up or compliments her on her beauty and unrivaled acting. Later, Yvonne said the character has lines and Ryan said go for it. Later, Yvonne said, the company arranged for me to go to Japan for a week and take pictures, what do you think?

Ryan says it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, make the most of it. Later, Yvonne is not happy and says that some journalists have discredited her, thinking that she's trying to make a name for herself by doing such large-scale portraits.

Ryan reassures her that it's obviously all very clean and beautiful pictures, and they're vulgar and see the world as dirty.

He studied how to write reviews, took a pen name and secretly wrote some photography reviews and submitted them, and finally published one in the newspaper, which he showed to Yvonne, "Look, there's something praising you too. In it, he writes, "The naked female body in the moonlight is like gilded copper, poetic and sacred, making people forget the world.

That's when the nickname "Ms. Moonlight" started to spread.

Until he became Miss Asia, became "Yvonne", became a big star, Yvonne was controlled and it was very difficult for them to see each other again, Ryan became a paparazzo in order to protect her and get closer to her. Strictly speaking, he becomes a paparazzo reporter who only follows her privately.

As soon as another paparazzo spotted Yvonne's whereabouts, Ryan texted her to let her know, and Yvonne was never rumored to be in the news, partly because Ryan was there to protect her.

One night, Yvonne texts Ryan, I saw you in the hotel lobby.

Yeah, Ryan replied. He saw Yvonne entering the hotel that night with a male celebrity and Ryan said, "It's okay, no one else knows about this, it won't be in the papers.

After a half-hour gap, Yvonne sends Ryan back, "You don't have to think about me anymore.

It's okay. ryan back, I don't mind, you had no choice.

Yvonne back, Ryan, we're already in two worlds, let it go.

So Ryan became a real paparazzo, secretly still keeping an eye on Yvonne's movements, but no longer letting her find out, he disappeared from her world.

In 2012, Yvonne married YasinChen and took a break from movie making, and Ryan let go of his hang-ups for good.

I happened to work with him and he was excellent senior, took me carefully and never mentioned Yvonne's name in front of me.

Yvonne did not tell Ryan about the domestic violence by YasinChen.In January 2014, she walked into the Philic Women's Detective Agency and hired Philic to secretly collect evidence of her husband's domestic violence offenses, and how to divorce her husband with one winning move.

Ryan learned from this, for the first time in five years to ask Yvonne to meet in private, his impression of Yvonne is still stuck in the girlish look of the goose-egg face, to see her eyes have now lost their beauty, become cowering. Her long, straight, black hair was no longer there and had become dry. At that time she loved to smile, now the corners of her mouth pursed.

Ordered a glass of milk, said he was afraid to drink coffee, often insomnia. Just sat down less than ten minutes, said to go out to smoke, his voice has been hoarse.

Long-sleeved arms were splotchy with scars, her back even more so, and she grimaced as she stood up from her chair, moving a little too much and pulling at the unhealed wounds.

Ryan lights Yvonne's cigarette and looks at Yvonne's face.

Yvonne asked Ryan if I was a disappointment to you.

Ryan shook his head, his eyes red as he said, I'm sorry.

Yvonne took a big drag on her cigarette, I miss those times, now I'm unhappy. One wrong step, one wrong step.

Ryan shed a tear, I'll help you investigate, this asshole must have done something unsavory, I'll make him pay.

Yvonne takes Ryan's hand and lets it go, looking at him, Ryan, promise me you won't do anything stupid.

Ryan is amazed to realize that no matter how much things have changed since he met Yvonne, Yvonne's words still hold an irresistible magic over him.

Five years ago she told Ryan, let it go, and Ryan let it go. Now that she said, don't do anything stupid, the anger in Ryan's heart was reduced by most of it, and he had in mind that he must use the means allowed by the law to find the incriminating evidence of YasinChen, so that Yvonne would divorce him, and after that, he wanted to go on a date with Yvonne.

The thought that she would eventually come back to him gave Ryan unlimited strength.

Yvonne looks at her watch, I have to go back now Ryan, bye.

That was the last time Ryan saw Yvonne.

On the day of Yvonne's death, October 27, 2014, Ryan breaks down and contacts the Bat, who asks FuBian if there's any way to catch YasinChen.

What's he being arrested for?FuBian asks, Ryan doesn't know, YasinChen is a batarian like him.

Ryan replied.

Yvonne's dead. Ryan doesn't have to listen to her anymore.

"Since when do you suspect me?" Ryan asked.

"The photographs that we saw when we went to your house, at the time, showed a total of one finger, one toe, one ear, three teeth in different locations, a small piece of scalp, and two nipples. When we see these organs mounted together, we would naturally associate them all with one person, a case of personal abuse, but at the time you said 'I suspect that these people are being abused,' and you subconsciously said 'these people' before you knew the results of the lab tests, and I kept a sharp eye out that there was a possibility that you had knowledge." Fyren said.

"I didn't expect you guys to pay a surprise visit to my house, and I didn't have time to hide the photo on the coffee table at the time, so I had to make it look like a case under investigation to try and confuse you." Ryan said.

"Including that gas mask in your room, and Yvonne's posters and photo albums, plus Zi, made me certain you were the Cutter."

"I admit I failed." Ryan said, "I will turn myself in."

"Please hand over the antidote." Fyren leaned forward to look at Ryan. twilight was falling outside the window at that moment, and the unlit room was gloomy.

"What antidote?" Ryan was surprised.

"FuBian handed you the antidote." Fyren stood up.

Ryan looks at me, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bring it!" Fyren grabbed Ryan by the collar with both hands and lifted him out of his chair.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ryan smacked Fyren's hands away.

"Knock it off!" I turned on the room light, "Ryan, has FuBian, or any other stranger, handed you anything in the meantime?"

"What the hell, what the hell are you guys talking about?" Ryan looked confused.

"It's like this, we've been investigating a cult murder case in Guangzhou since May last year, when we accidentally disrupted the criminal plan that FuBian had hatched, and since then, we've been tracking him down, and he's been secretly counting on us."

I explained, "The fact that he brought you an enemy at that juncture last June is not an accident, I see, but because he knew that you and I were friends and fellow travelers, and that sooner or later we would track you down to Hong Kong, where we would turn to you for help. It was a move well in advance for him to find your weakness and bring you under his wing. Five days ago we were injected by him with a venom that will take effect tonight, and we must find an antidote before then."

"You guys think he's going to leave the antidote with me?" Ryan asks, "I would cooperate with him to put on a show for you?"

"The solution to the riddle from the riddle he left behind is in your hands." I pointed to the riddle written on the living room calendar, "Have you had any decorators over here lately?"

"No." Ryan shook his head.

"Cut the crap and find it together." Fyren said and I looked at the time, it was 6:17pm.

We lifted the sofa, opened the books one by one, pulled open the drawers, looked at the drawer dark layer, pushed down the bookshelves and tables, moved the TV cabinet, turned over the mattress, opened the toilet tank, the refrigerator, Ryan opened the safe in the house, and Fyren cut the sofa cushion with a knife ... for two hours, and found nothing.

I sat leaning against the corner, Fyren laying directly on his back, and Ryan sitting in a chair, watching us both worriedly.

It's 8:00 p.m., the room is surprisingly quiet for the noise of people downstairs, and where the hell is the antidote?

"There's no antidote at all." Fyren cursed.

There must be. FuBian went to all the trouble of playing this game with us, there must not be a beginning without an end. There must be more clues that we've overlooked.

I looked to the riddle left on the calendar: return along one line, it takes three subway rides, Mongkok no longer has a prince, the six-eared macaque seeks the moon.

Rewind three cases back to the Hong Kong pool drowning case, where YasinChen, who killed Yvonne, was eventually killed by Ryan.

A six-eared macaque fishing for the moon, a monkey fishing for the moon. I turned to Ryan and asked, "Did you just say that you once posted a favorable newspaper review of Yvonne's photo book to comfort her, and that she's had the nickname 'Moon' ever since?"

"Ms. Moonlight," Ryan corrected, "is a picture taken at night."

The fake suspect who confessed to the crime corresponds to the Six-Eared Kiwi, and the real suspect who killed Yasin Chen is Ryan.

The story is about a monkey who falls in love with the moon in a well, and thinking that she is drowning in the water, he jumps in to save her. The "moon" is Yvonne, who is indeed drowning, and Ryan is doing everything he can to save her, even risking his own life. Echoing "The Monkey Fishes for the Moon".

"The answer to the riddle is Yvonne," I snapped.

"What?" Fyren looks at me.

"The last sentence of the riddle." I said.

"Six-eared macaque fishing for the moon." Fyren sat up.

"Not this one, that last one in English." I said.

"Salvationlieswithin," says Fyren, "the way of salvation, lies within."

"The protagonist of The Shawshank Redemption is saved in the end by climbing out of the hole in the wall he dug, which is hidden under a poster." I look over to the Yvonne poster on the wall of Ryan's house.

Lifting Yvonne's poster, a two span long and wide glass drawer is embedded in the wall. ryan expresses to us that he has no knowledge of this.

The drawer held an iPad mini3 and a black metal rectangular box with one red and one blue button on top, well made and tightly fitted.

Connecting the iPad to a power source and turning it on, a video of a hotel room appears with an alarm ringing in the room, a figure appears in the distance, turning off the ringer, the person approaches and it's FuBian.

"You guys really did find the antidote, I've been out on my honeymoon for the past few days and have been waiting for you in my room." FuBian greeted the camera, "The antidote is in that special box, vacuum preserved, it's a bit tricky to open, I'll tell you that."

He taps the keyboard and another viewport pops up below the video, in a white tiled room sits a large metal cage with a man lying on the floor, inside the cage is a chair, table, and a portable toilet. On the table was some food and water. Moths surround the room under the dim lampshade.

The camera moves towards the cage and the man lying on the ground wakes up, stands up, walks forward, grips the bars with both hands, spits at the camera and yells "let me out".

"Haley," I call the other's name.

"It's you guys?" She had a look of trepidation on her face, and on her chest, locked in a row of explosives.

"There is one last step to the game," FuBian spoke up, "She almost got you guys killed before and betrayed me, I want to kill her by your hand."

"Inside the black box there are two compartments with two buttons to choose from, left blue and right red, press the blue and the bomb on Haley explodes and the antidote pops out of the right compartment. Of course you can also press the red button, the time bomb on Haley will stop, but the antidote inside the box will be heated until it becomes inactive. If you don't want to commit murder, you can also do nothing and wait for five minutes for the bomb on Haley to explode and the antidote to pop out as usual. Do not presume to get the antidote by violent means, the box will automatically activate the sabotage device to destroy the antidote once it is disassembled or struck."

FuBian presses the button and the electronic screen of explosives on Haley lights up, counting down five minutes, "I'll be back when you choose."

FuBian disappears from the viewport and Haley's reality takes up the entire screen.

"I didn't expect to die and involve you guys," Haley smiled bitterly, "Don't listen to his bullshit, just take the antidote."

Fyren flattens the iPad on the ground, picks up the black box and examines it for a moment, then puts it down again and doesn't say a word.

"Haley, do you know where you are right now?" I grabbed my iPad and scrutinized the location in the video.

Haley looks around the cage and shakes her head at me.

"Somewhere in the woods at the Manitou Reservoir." Ryan replied.

"How do you see it?" I asked.

"The layout of the room, where I killed Luo at the time, only now it's tiled in white, but the layout, the size and the view from the window, the sound, it's exactly the same."

"Weren't you brought there blindfolded?" Fyren realized the problem.

"I have a good sense of direction, even blindfolded, by the force of my body, I can feel the steering of the car, I mentally thought of the direction and distance all the way, there is a large part of the road behind the force of the road, it is uphill, the back of the rugged and jittery, it is on a dirt road, and then according to the scenery and sounds outside the window of the room, I deduced that the room was in the woods of the Wan Yi Reservoir."

Ryan was helpless, "But it would take about an hour to get from my place to the reservoir now, driving fast and unimpeded. Too late for a rescue."

Four minutes left.

"Donovan," Haley shouted, "don't bother, thanks guys."

My mouth wells up with a salty fishiness, I spit out a mouthful of blood into the trash can, take a sip of water to rinse out my mouth, and am a little drained.

No one spoke, and the room was left with the sound of a clock ticking as I took it down, keyed the batteries, and sat down on the floor.

"You make the decision." Fyren looks at me.

"Good."

I walked up, picked up the black box, pressed the red button, and the time bomb on Haley in the video stopped, and the time was set at 01:23. Haley breathed a huge sigh of relief, reacted, and sat down on the floor and cried in pain.

Fyren looks at me and smiles, a look of recognition. I smile back, "It's okay."

Haley's video disappears and FuBian's viewport reappears as he applauds the video, clicking as two pill bottles and two thin syringes are slowly output below the red keys of the black box, cold air bubbling up.

This scavenger hunt presents two possibilities:

First, we don't find the location of the antidote within the deadline, we die.

Second, find the antidote, take it, and Haley dies.

To paraphrase the FuBian perspective, in the first scenario, we are not qualified opponents and are not worthy of death. In the second scenario, we are willing to save ourselves at the risk of another person being blown up, and as with Ryan's murderous initiation into the religion, FuBian has devised the same set of tests here in an attempt to assimilate us.

Using a killing test to find his men may not be his ultimate intention. Since we managed to hold out until we found the antidote, he won't let us die so easily.

So I guess there's a third possibility for this game: find the antidote, save Haley, and we don't die.

What he's really looking for is an opponent with matching strength. He sets up tricks, we neutralize them. He is evil incarnate, we fight him with good.

So I pressed the red button and chose to save Haley, out of my heart and out of a big gamble.

"Awesome! Living up to expectations, you are my opponents! The new cat and mouse game begins!" Like a changed man, FuBian's body trembled slightly as he stood up, sprinted around the room, and came back to the camera with a sardonic grin, "I'll see you again!"

The window went black, and in its place twelve small windows appeared, like surveillance videos, in which people and scenes varied, some people were eating at the dining room table, some people were sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, some people were in the car, some people were waiting for the subway, some people were walking, some people were speaking on the stage ... Suddenly, one after another, these people vomited blood, their noses overflowed, and they collapsed to the ground convulsing until they were immobile. Within ten minutes, all twelve people were dead, and the scene around them was chaotic.

Was surprised to hear Ryan call out to me, "Donovan."

Fyren and I turn our heads to see two streams of blood coming straight out of Ryan's nose, he wipes it away and it still gushes out, he plugs his nostrils with his hand and the blood overflows the back of his hand and clatters to the floor.