"Donovan, wake up."
Hearing voices in a haze, opening my eyes to see two Fyren, closing them again, shaking my head as Fyren pulls me up from the floor. It's a foggy morning outside the window, look at the clock, it's not past six. I walk towards the toilet, "Hold your pee." Suddenly I hear Fyren behind me, "Get a physical."
I found a hospital near me, and the result was that my blood, heart, lungs, liver and kidneys were all normal. I slumped in my chair in a daze and asked Fyren if she was also suffering from chest tightness, shortness of breath and dizziness.Fyren stood up, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet."
Back at the hotel restaurant, I was as hungry as I've ever been, and after two scrambled eggs, two sausages, two egg tarts, four barbecued pork buns, and a cup of coffee, I was a whole lot better.
"What to do?" I asked.
"What else can I do, play with him." Fyren said.
"Shit!" I said, "You remember that tip he gave last night, right?"
"Uh-huh." Fyren waved and begged the waitress for a pen and a page of notepaper.
"Returning along one line, it takes three subway rides, Mongkok has run out of princes, and the six-eared macaque is fishing for the moon," I thought back, "How do you pronounce that last sentence in English?"
"Salvationlieswithin," Fyren jotted down on the paper in full, "are lines from the movie Shawshank Redemption, the way to salvation, is in it."
"Near the hotel is Tsim Sha Tsui Station, three stops north on the train is Mong Kok Station, and one stop up is Prince Edward Station." I was puzzled, "The antidote is placed between these two stations?"
"Go check it out." Fyren pressed the elevator for the nineteenth floor, "Take that mice with you before you go."
It was the morning rush hour, the subway crowded, against the flow of people looking for clueless clues, will only add to the anxiety, coupled with the body was injected with a timed poison, so that I was panicked about the passage of time, sweating, disorganized, in the Prince station of the garbage cans in the breakfast all vomited out. Inside the burning of anonymous fire, just want to pull out FuBian hard to beat up.
"Take it easy." Fyren soothed from the sidelines, "Five days is more than enough time to find out the antidote."
Only an adventurer can be calm in such a situation, and Fyren is such a man, as I later found out, it is not his profession that puts him in harm's way, but the danger that draws him in and makes him a nightwalker. He may not be sure of the answers, but he is steady in his mind and often turns the danger around.
Seeing his relaxed face, he didn't look like someone who was about to die, and as a companion, I was invariably infected, taking deep breaths and pulling myself together.
"It's a riddle with a location." We turned to Ryan's house, and in the car, I worked it out on paper with a pen, "Step by step, first find the key in the fancy riddle, and deduce FuBian's intention of setting up the riddle."
"Return along a line." I circled the word "return," made an arrow to the right, and noted, "The order should be taken into account."
In the second sentence, circle "three trips" and "note the number."
"Mongkok no longer has a Prince." Circle "Prince". "Places and people. The Prince station seems to commemorate the visit of some British prince to Hong Kong, ask Ryan about that."
"No longer." Fyren reminded, "Already gone, in the past tense, suggesting that there was a time."
"Hmm." I make a mental note, "Six-eared macaque fishing for the moon, two interpretations, monkey fishing for the moon, doing useless work, six-eared macaque, a fake monkey king."
"The moon could be related to the time of year, like mid-autumn." Fyren adds.
"Three trips backward to the land, the prince of Mongkok is gone, there's a false king doing nothing." Paraphrasing out the first layer, still confused.
"Did you guys read the paper?" Ryan asked just as he opened the door.
"Any news on the organ case?" Fyren guessed.
Ryan hands over the newspaper, the headline with a large headshot of YasinChen, and in the lower right corner, a photo of the prisoner with his face mosaiced as he is escorted to the police car, with the headline titled, "Suspect of YasinChen's Murder Has Recently Been Caught". The report retraced the events of the case: the murderer set up a torture chamber in an abandoned house, buckled a wet belt around the victim's neck, and then roasted it with a heater to make the belt shrink and strangle the victim. The case was exposed when the suspect inadvertently blurted out the story afterward.
"Do you recognize this Da?" Fyren pointed to the reporter's byline on this story.
Ryan looked away and shook his head.
"Can you help find him?" Fyren asked.
"I'll ask." Ryan called and asked a peer and quickly got his home address.
Fyren takes the paper downstairs, "Donovan, go."
Ryan looked at me confused and I shrugged my shoulders, "You go about your business and I'll tell you more about it afterward."
"By the way, one more favor," I wrote the riddle in the space for February 24th on the wall calendar in the living room on my way out, "find out for me what the allusion is to Mongkok Station and Prince's Station. It's urgent, the sooner the better."
"It's an exclusive story that suggests the police aren't publicizing the case and that someone has leaked it." Going downstairs, I caught up with Fyren and heard him say, "It really doesn't seem like a coincidence that this kind of message appeared at this juncture; it's more like FuBian's intentional guidance. It's imperative that we find the reporter and ask him about his source."
Looking at the avatar of "Yasin Chen" in the report, I remembered that the "Crown Prince" in the riddle, who was the successor of the Chisen Group, is now dead. Is the sudden appearance of this suspect also related to the riddle?
We drove to the 13th floor of Block 1 of Silver Jubilee Garden in Sha Tin District, rang the doorbell, and a moment later a female voice behind the door asked in Cantonese, "Who is it?"
"Hello, is this Da house?" Fyren asked.
"He moved out." The female voice behind the door said, "We're divorced."
"Please tell me his current address." Fyren said, "I have important business for him."
"I'm not sure, we didn't see each other after the divorce. I don't have his contact information either."
"Where does he work?"
"He hasn't worked for a long time," said the female voice, "He spent time at the Gazette five years ago."
"Do you have contact information for his coworkers?"
"No."
"Is it convenient to let me in?" Fyren asked.
After waiting for a while, I heard the answer inside, "Sorry, no strangers."
"Can I see what Da left in the room?" Fyren requests, "Just anything, just hand it out."
"We're divorced," the female voice began to show impatience, "and there's not a bit of him here."
Retreating in disgust, at the bottom of the building Fyren used a tool to open Da's mailbox and found several letters from law firms advertising post-divorce property division counseling services.
There is also a letter back from the Hong Kong Women's Service Society to Ms. Jane, which gives some advice on rebuilding one's life after a divorce.Jane is Da wife and the woman upstairs who spoke to Fyren, so it seems that what she said is true.
We had to ask Ryan to help us out again. Ryan knew a lot of people in the field, and when he approached the editor of the newspaper in charge of Da and asked him about Da's news sources, the other party shook his head, "He knows a lot of people and has all kinds of credentials, so he can always get a first-hand insider's view. I only look at the evidence and conclusions of the articles to see if they are detailed and reliable, and do not ask about other things."
Trying to get the other side to ask Da out, the editor said, "We usually communicate on the net, he rarely shows up, and now the police are trying to investigate him, so he shouldn't be coming out in the near future."
"Do you have his contact information?" Fyren asked.
"That's not easy to say." The editor replied.
Finally, for the sake of Ryan's exchange of an insider and five thousand Hong Kong dollars, he reluctantly gave us Da's phone number and e-mail address. "I've tried the phone, it's been turned off. With any luck, you can reach him on the mailbox."
Contacting via email doesn't always trick him out in the first place, and secondly he doesn't always see it in time. One can only look for a faster method.
From the limited information available, we found that his e-mail prefix is SonicYouthfans, which shows that he is a fan of the rock band "Sonic Youth". Internet users have a habit of registering a username on multiple sites if they are comfortable with it. Fyren tried searching for "@SonicYouthfans" on a few popular social networking sites, and found a user's dynamics that didn't match Da's, but a breakthrough on the Weibo personalized domain name (https://weibo.com/). But there was a breakthrough on the personalized Weibo domain name () of sonicyouthfans, a user based in Hong Kong with few followers and a private number, judging from the content posted, which is mostly about Hong Kong's political figures.
On February 24th, he posted two messages, one with a newspaper headline photo of Yasin Chen's suspected killer with a smiley face, and the other with a screenshot of his ticket purchase for "The Thurston Moore Band Live" - Thurston Moore is the former lead singer of Sonic Youth and will be performing at The VineCentre in Wan Chai, Hong Kong tonight at 8pm. -Thurston Moore is the former lead singer of Sonic Youth and will be performing at The VineCentre in Wanchai, Hong Kong tonight, February 24, 2015 at 8:30pm.
We knew what Da looked like and all we had to do was go to the venue and wait for the show, but the concert tickets were long sold out and we arrived at TheVineCentre close to the start of the show, paying ten times the price at the door to get two tickets from a scalper.
The venue was small, with an estimated crowd of over two hundred, and the psychedelic lighting, noisy electric guitars, and crowd shaking to the music all made it more difficult for us to find anyone. Fyren and I squeezed into the crowd on the left and right, glancing at the faces of each person until we met in the middle of the venue, but we couldn't find our target, so we retreated to the back bar and each ordered a bottle of Carlsberg, and before we had a couple of sips, I saw a familiar face next to me.
I nudged Fyren and whispered in his ear, "That dude in the airplane jacket back there should be him."
Fyren shakes his head and takes aim, nodding to me, "You scurry behind him, put a taser-mounted gun in the back against him, and get him outside for a chat. I'll intercept at the exit in case he escapes."
When Fyren was out the door, I circled around and came up behind the guy and put a taser against his backside, he jerked and straightened up, I then said, "Da bar, is it convenient to go outside and talk?"
The man didn't turn around and said loudly in Cantonese, "Bro, you've got the wrong guy."
"If you don't want something to happen, get out and talk." I nudged him with my taser.
"Just get out, there's no need for that." The man headed for the exit.
Within a few steps, he suddenly pulled the girl next to him and threw her behind him, and by this rush, I fell sideways and watched him peel off the crowd and run towards the door, it was up to Fyren next, I picked up the girl, apologized to the person, and ran out the door after him.
One of the trash cans at the exit was tipped over and had a large dent in the metal body, so it looks like Fyren didn't subdue him. Then I ran outside and saw three people in the distance, one of them a security guard, asking what was going on, Da was making a lot of noise, saying he didn't recognize us. The security guard picked up his cell phone and made a gesture to call the police, I approached and intimidated, "We are all coworkers, having a little fun, no need to call the police." Da thought for a second and stopped the security guard with a playful smile on his face, "Sorry, we've been drinking and we're playing dare." The security guard looked at us, hung up the phone resentfully and walked away.
"Bring me my ear!" Earlier in the chase and fight, Fyren had yanked Da's right ear and actually ripped it off.
"What happened to your ear?" I suddenly thought of the organ mutilation case.
"None of your business." Da put the fake ears on and smoothed his hair over them, "What are you doing?"
"We're peers, wanted to ask you about your source for that suspect." Fyren pulled out a cigarette, "Do me a favor."
"Since you're a fellow traveler, you know the rules of the trade lah, we all have our own informants, so who am I to give them to you." Da stared at Fyren.
"The police are tracking down how the information was leaked, and you don't want us to tell them your whereabouts." Synthesizing his earlier actions, Fyren smoothly threatened.
"They have the right to investigate me, and I have the right to be silent, right? Go ahead and report it, I'm not afraid." He was unmoved.
"What if it's an ear thing?" I had a hunch that he had something to do with the organ case, and in connection with the reaction of the owner of the Broken Finger Hardware Store, I decided to take a gamble, "An organ case came up a few days ago, and you were one of the victims, right, so how come you didn't call the police?"
He was really hit and looked at me, panic creeping into his face, "How did you know about this?"
"Now that I've been able to find you, I've got your information down." I said.
"Ten thousand dollars and I'll give you the message." He thought briefly.
"Put yourself in your place, you're not in a position to ask for anything." I pulled out my cell phone.
"Good good good." He held down my hand.
Da took us close to a white Toyota van, pulled open the door, an odor came over us, and a row of seats in the backseat was removed, leaving the spot empty, with bedding and suitcases, so he apparently slept in the van.
"I received an e-mail last Friday, the sender mentioned that the suspect who killed YasinChen had been arrested by the police and wanted me to write about it." Da opens his computer and clicks on the e-mail to show us.
The main text explains the brief information, and finally writes, "This is an exclusive insider story, I know you well, I hope you will collect the information and write the report, and submit it to the newspaper next Monday, February 23, if it does not appear in the newspaper on the 24th, I will send the news to another reporter." Attached are several arrest photos of the suspect, who appears to be a man in his thirties wearing a gray sweatshirt with the number "310" on it, being handcuffed by police officers in front of a shopping mall during the day and taken into a police car.
"After probing around and confirming that it was a genuine story, I followed the sender's instructions and sent the paper a copy on the 23rd and it was published on the 24th." Da said.
"Where's the contact information for the informant?" Fyren asked.
"I don't want to lie to you," Da said, "I really don't know who he is, this person borrowed a public e-mail to send me a message."
The full name of the e-mail address is "info@zionluth.org.hk", "Public e-mail, what does that mean?" I asked.
"It's a church mailbox." Da says, "zionluth, Lutheran Zion Church, right there on King's Road in North Point."
"Come with us tomorrow, the sender recognizes you if he's from the church." Fyren said.
"Don't fuck with me, okay?"
"Borrow a couple of props from you then," Fyren turned the question around, "I hear you have a knack for investigations, stocked with different police IDs."
"Where the hell did you guys get so much information about me?" Da sighed, opened his suitcase, ripped off the small photo from his three IDs, and dumped it on us.
"This Da is also a victim of the organ case." On the way to Ryan's house, I said to Fyren, "With everything stirred together, do you think FuBian could be involved with the organ case as well?"
"Let Ryan keep an eye on the organ case lead," Fyren smoked, "we'll do the important stuff first."
On February 25 at 9:00 a.m., we came to Zion Lutheran Church.
"Find the pastor of the church, show him his Serious Crimes Unit ID straight away, then ask him what he knows about the suspect, and if he's not sure, then ask him if he's seen any suspicious people recently." Fyren worked out the plan ahead of time.
Entering the churchyard gate, we found two young men coming out of the house, and judging by the IDs pinned to their plainclothes collars, they were CIDs in disguise - they had been preempted, and as soon as the police car drove away, we went to the pastor's office, knocked on the door, and heard the words "Come in! We knocked on the door and heard the word "Come in" from inside. Before opening the door, Fyren signaled him to respond.
"What can I do for you, Your Honor?" A middle-aged man with thinning hair, a black suit and rimless glasses sat behind a desk with a metal name tag that read "Joe".
"Reverend Joe, I saw two of my fellow officers leaving at the door earlier, I assume they are here to investigate that case as well?" Fyren tried to fudge the information as much as possible, waiting for the other man to get in on the act.
"Well," the pastor nodded, "I just explained to them that I'm not sure how this got in the paper. Are you guys cops too?"
"We belong to different departments, and according to the process, we need to take another statement from you. For everyone's convenience, please just repeat to us the information you just told them." Fyren took out his ID and held it up in front of the priest, I noticed the four red letters "ICAC" printed on it, and thought to myself, "What does this case have to do with the ICAC?", but there was no other way, Da really only gave me these two types of IDs.
"You may be seated." The priest didn't find the credentials suspicious and gestured for us to take our seats.
On February 17, at about 9:00 p.m., a thin young man walked into the church and approached Pastor Joe to confess his sins. The youth said that he was a murderer. At first, Pastor Joe thought that the youth was just disillusioned and desperate, and that he was talking big. Later, the youth wept bitterly and confessed that he was the murderer of Yasin Chen, and told him the details of the crime.
The news of the successive murders of the Chen family's two sons was well known in Hong Kong, and the fact that the real culprit was still at large made Pastor Joe keep an eye out for him, and in the name of concern, he slowly elicited personal information about the suspect: he had come from the Mainland, had been displaced, and was sleeping in the hallways of major shopping malls in Hong Kong. In the end, Pastor Joe gave the suspect some money and kept him in the cafeteria for a meal.
"Will you keep my secret?" The suspect asked the pastor.
Rev. Joe nodded.
The sinner confesses to the pastor, who has an ethic of secrecy. But the secret was clearly more than Pastor Joe could handle, so the day after the suspect left, the pastor chose to call the police. The police, acting on information provided by Pastor Joe, caught the suspect at the mall.
Regardless of the purpose, the pastor's behavior was ultimately snitching. If the information became public, it was feared that it would be misinterpreted by unsuspecting people and affect the church's reputation. Therefore Rev. Joe asked the police to protect his identity, and since no evidence of murder has been found, the police do not intend to publicize the case prematurely.
But just yesterday, February 24th, the story suddenly appeared in the newspapers and caused quite a stir in the community for a while. The police then came over and questioned Rev. Joe, who said that he had said absolutely nothing about it to anyone other than the police.
"Where did the suspect's confession take place at that time?" Fyren asked.
"It was in this office." Rev. Joe added that the staff was off duty that night and that there were no walls.
"Think carefully, have you seen any personnel acting suspiciously during this time?" Fyren prompted, "But anything that strikes you as out of the ordinary, please say so."
Pastor Joe pondered for a moment, "If I had to say who was acting strangely, Wu would fit the bill, Wu is a security guard at the church, he took about a week's leave of absence some time ago, and when he came back to work, he wore a duck hat all day and kept his head down. Ask him about it, but he says it's fine."
"We'll go out and talk to him later." Fyren then asked, "Getting back to the suspect, did he give a motive for the crime at the time, other than saying he was the killer?"
"No." The priest shook his head, "The motive for confession was stated, he said he was an AIDS patient, felt unclean, and often had nightmares after committing the crime, he also mentioned to me in particular that one night he dreamt of a red-eyed fox demon that said it was going to suck his blood, he was scared half to death, he was lying on the bed and couldn't move, and awoke with a start to find that the cat that he had adopted had died violently next to him, and it was only then that he realized that he had committed sins. He came to confess to me."
Another AIDS patient.
"Salvationlieswithin," Fyren whispered.
"What?" The pastor asked.
"No." Fyren's expression perked up and he turned back to the chaplain, "Is there any chance the office was bugged?"
Pastor Joe looked at Fyren quizzically and shook his head, "No one's going to bug the church, are they."
"Is it convenient for us to check?" Fyren said, "We brought equipment."
Walking to the car to get the detector, I couldn't understand, "What did you find?"
"The FuBian riddle ends with the English phrase, 'The way to salvation is in it,' a line spoken by the warden of 'The Shawshank Redemption,'" Fyren said, "Andy ends up inside the Bible hiding a hammer, and it was the hammer that saved him. I don't think this suspect is the actual murderer of Yasin Chen, but rather a pawn that FuBian planted in the game to guide us to the church, could the antidote be hidden in one of the church's Bibles?"
We took the cover of the detector and focused on the Bible in the pastor's office and did not find a mystery in it. Another search of all the Bibles in the entire church, through the authorization of the pastor, again came up empty.
After that, I did a routine questioning with the security guard named Wu, which didn't yield any useful information except that the person was really weird.
Fyren's face showed chagrin.
The trail was broken, we were exhausted and struggling. It was 4:00 p.m. when we got back to Ryan's house, and we sat in silence as dust floated in the sunlight streaming through the windows.
"Do you think it will actually die tonight." Fyren snapped.
I looked over to the mouse cage on the bookshelf, the little white mouse still alive and kicking. At that time FuBian injected it with venom in front of us, saying that it had two days to die. Two days passed swiftly, and we tossed it around with no breakthrough.
Unable to speak, I took a book in my hand, spread it out over my face, and lay down on the couch in a deep sleep.
"You sure know how to pick out a book, taking my treasured photo book as a blindfold." Ryan takes the books off my face.
I looked out the window and it was already lit up with neon lights.
"I've gathered the information you asked for." Ryan brought me a pile of information focusing on news of murders and urban legends related to Mongkok Station and Prince Edward Station, I weighed it, "So much?"
"That's true, there's a bunch of stories around there, some tour groups even organize tours for tourists to visit the scene of the murder, which revolves around Mongkok Station." Ryan opened his lunchbox, "Take your time, it's all very interesting."
I separated half of them and gave them to Fyren, who took them and set them aside, distracted.
In the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep, went to the bathroom, and when I went back to my room, I drifted off to see a figure sitting on the living room couch, alert, and discerning, I realized it was Fyren's silhouette. "What's wrong?" I approached.
"Really dead." Fyren sat on the couch, staring blankly at the rat cage.
By the moonlight from the window, I could see the white rat in the cage lying flat on its back, motionless, its face serene.
"Go to sleep, there are more important things tomorrow." I saw Fyren's eyes redden - I don't know if it was from exertion or hurt - and it was the first time I'd ever seen him show a vulnerable side, but then he brought it up again and he vehemently denied it.
The mice died, signaling that we were halfway through our deadline. I had trouble going to sleep and dreaded waking up even more; even more fucked up than death is waiting for it. Fortunately this situation didn't happen, and early in the morning I was awakened by the sound of the TV.
"Watch TV." Ryan nudged me and turned up the volume.
After the news of the arrest of the suspect in the YasinChen murder case was reported on the television, the police department urgently held a press conference in order to give an explanation to the public. At the press conference, the police chief declared that they had indeed arrested the suspect, but after investigation and trial, it was confirmed that the suspect was involved in a mischief, and the possibility of his committing the crime could be ruled out basically, and that after education, he had been released this morning and was repatriated to the Mainland. The accompanying picture is a photo of the scene of the suspect's arrest, the suspect's face was mosaic, wearing a sweater labeled "310".
"May I ask what evidence there is to confirm that there is no possibility of him committing a crime?" The reporter at the bottom asked.
"We accessed the various transit surveillance and worked overtime to check and found that the person in question had not yet arrived at the port on the day of the victim's murder." The sergeant replied.
"Fyren, there's an opening." I gather up the pile of information Ryan gave me on the coffee table and put it in my bag.
I don't want the information.
"Where to?" Fyren asked.
"Go get breakfast and talk about it while we eat." I opened the door, "Ryan, you proceed to keep an eye on the hardware store owner and Da."
"You were on the right track yesterday." I swallowed the last bite of my pork chop bun, "As you said, it was a fake suspect who acted as a pawn that FuBian planted in this scavenger hunt, and since it's a component of the game, it must be a useful clue, and based on it, let's take the next step."
"He directed us to the church, and then what?" Fyren asked.
"The information was in a conversation with Rev. Joe." I turned the conversation around and said, "When I first started out as a paparazzo, I went deep into a power-trading organization in order to dig up an inside story, and when one mistake was made, my life was at stake, and I had to keep in mind all kinds of details, and the smaller and more trivial the detail, the more important it was, and one of your cohorts was making fun of the boss privately with you for letting out a loud fart last week, and you had to catch the location of where he had farted.
The point of saying this is to convey that since this suspect is a functional character in the game, it's important to pay special attention to the information he carries, his status as an AIDS sufferer, his '310' bodysuit, and within the things he confesses to Pastor Joe, the more granular, the more specific, the more octogenarian the plot, the more likely it's a deliberately planted clue. Think about what he said to the priest that stuck with you."
"After he committed the crime, he often dreamed of a fox demon that was acting as a monster and actually killed his cat." Fyren said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, Fox Demon." I flipped out the information Ryan had collected in my bag and gave it to Fyren, "I browsed through this pile of information yesterday, and at the time, with all the complicated information and the lack of clues, I didn't care about the allusion to the 'Fox Demon'. Now that I've strung it all together, it dawned on me that the steps to solving this riddle start with the 'Fox Demon Killing Babies' paranormal story that used to circulate in Hong Kong."
In 1981, the Windsor House in Hong Kong, located on the third floor of the East End of the restaurant held a baby's full moon banquet, that night the child's mother went home and had a nightmare, she dreamed that she was in the middle of the empty hotel lobby, was gradually attracted deeper and deeper, came to the center of the square object draped with a red cloth, at this time, the red cloth slowly descending, revealing a piece of cloudy stone, the stone was painted with a silver-light fox, she was staring at the pattern of the fascination Suddenly, the fox's eyes emitted red light, and leaped out of the stone, with a growing figure and a chilling aura.
The fox looked down at the woman and let out an eerie voice, "Do you know whose territory this is? You come to my place to hold a banquet and you don't toast me, the Fox Daisen, you are so wild, I will eat your children!" The mother broke out in a cold sweat and woke up her husband in the middle of the night, repeating the nightmare, the husband thought of the banquet that night he also saw the cloud stone in the front of the hotel seemed to have a fox figure, his heart chilled, suddenly heard the wind chime in the baby's room ringing dramatically, the couple rushed to the crib to check, and found that the baby's face was blue and there was no sound. Later the autopsy results showed that the child died of internal bleeding, but no wounds were detected.
In order to subdue the fox demon, Windsor House later invited a Taiwanese priest to come over to perform the rituals, and it took seven days and a great deal of effort to "invite" the fox demon to Yangmingshan in Taiwan to be released. Rumor has it that this fox demon is the beginning of the founding of the country from the mainland fled Taiwan on the road, because of playfulness and stranded in Hong Kong, entrenched in Windsor House, and gradually wild, and sucked the blood of babies, fell into the demon path, magic power increased greatly.
Later, Windsor Mansion followed the advice of a feng shui master and built a children's playground on the top floor for the comfort of babies, which was not open to the public. Once, two new employees were curious and ran to the top floor, where they found the wooden horse in the playground shaking, accompanied by the cold sound of baby laughter, which scared them half to death, and they resigned the next day and told the radio program about the incident.
After the fox demon left, Windsor House is still strange things happen frequently, such as a children's clothing store in the building, employees often open the store in the morning to see the ground a mess, as if there are children trying on clothes late at night, from the clothes scattered on the ground can be found in the pattern of the mysterious child tried on the size of the fixed, favoring white and yellow. Windsor House was later acquired by a wealthy Hong Kong businessman and renamed Fort Royal. Today the top floor is still the toddler section.
"The Chinese name of the building has been changed, but the English name is still WindsorHouse," I said, "The 'Prince' in Prince Edward Station is to commemorate the visit of Prince Edward VIII of the United Kingdom to Hong Kong in 1922 to see the Prince Edward Road construction project. Prince Edward VIII's visit to Hong Kong in 1922, when he visited the road construction works on Prince Edward Road. Edward VIII was one of the British kings with the shortest term of office ever, when he abdicated to become the Duke of Windsor (Windsor) in order to marry Mrs. Simpson, whom the nation opposed. The 'Prince' in the riddle, which corresponds to the Duke of Windsor, and the 'Six-Eared Kiwi', which corresponds to the false suspect, throws us the nightmare of the 'Fox Demon', meant to suggest Windsor House. "
"The next move was in the restaurant where the Windsor House had its full moon wine at the time, which is now the third floor of the East End of the Royal Castle." Fyren said.
"Right." I drained my coffee in one gulp, "The '310' sweatshirt the suspect was wearing the day he was captured was, unsurprisingly, store 310 on the third floor."
The 18-storey Royal Fort is one of the most popular shopping malls in Causeway Bay. When it was still Windsor House, the entire eastern part of the third floor was filled with restaurants, but now it is divided into six stores, arranged according to the numbering of rooms 307 to 312, with store 310 in the middle.
This is a small workshop, in the glass door of the store, pasted with "Philic female detective" five big words, is a main female detective investigation company, the store door hangs a red banner, written on the "anti-domestic violence theme of the publicity", the store customers are mostly women. Women.
We took a leaflet and learned that the founder of this detective agency was named Philic, a Hong Konger with a short male haircut and a pair of black-framed glasses, and if you don't look at the gender, you're living like a tomboy.
The main business of the detective agency is relationship disputes, and the victims of relationship disputes are mostly women, which is Philic's original reason for insisting on an all-female staff for the detective agency - women are better able to understand women, and are more likely to gain the trust of their clients.
Last April, the Detective Agency also launched a social service, specializing in the free investigation of cases for women with a monthly income of less than HK$8,700. This activity has had good results since its inception, and has also received assistance from the Hong Kong Police Force, the Single Parents Association, the Women's Federation and other organizations. The Detective Agency is currently running an anti-domestic violence publicity campaign.
Is in business, we are not good to start, first in the shopping mall to eat a roast goose rice, and then go to the stairwell to stay until zero o'clock shopping mall closes, and then sneak into the detective agency, both ends of the search, spent three hours, almost lifted the floor, and still did not find a little antidote to the trace.
I was exhausted and irritated as hell. Wondering what we'd missed when the cell phone in my pocket vibrated, Ryan was calling, I glanced at the time before answering, 4:17am.
"Something's wrong!" Ryan said sharply over the phone, "Jie's dead."
"The hardware store owner is dead." I hung up and relayed to Fyren, "Supposedly the killer was his son."
From the Royal Fort to Spring Garden Street, the distance is less than three kilometers, eight minutes of driving. We parked the car, walked to the entrance of the alley, saw a red and blue diffused light from the inner surge, no one in the early morning there is a fine mist of water, I heard the sound of the stretcher, and understand that the murder has been finalized, there is no turning back in the world.
Ryan has been monitoring Jie's movements these days, and last night at 11:00 p.m., he heard a heated argument erupt inside the house and the sound of vandalism. Around 1:00 a.m., he saw Jie's son carrying his unconscious mother out of the house again. There were few cabs on the road at the time, so Ryan went along with it and pulled up near the teenager, and before he could ask if he needed any help, the teenager pulled open the back door, stuffed his mother and himself into the car, and begged Ryan to hurry to the hospital.
"Along the way I asked him what happened and he said his dad beat his mom until she passed out. I reassured him that I would call the police to arrest Jie after he was treated at the hospital," Ryan recounted to us.
After more than half an hour of first aid at the hospital, the patient was told that there was nothing wrong with the patient, and that's when the teenager burst into tears.Ryan was there to calm him down, and then the teenager stopped crying and said to Ryan, "Uncle, you call the police."
"So I drove him home, ready to take Jie into custody, only to have him say that he'd already killed his dad." Ryan shook his head and sighed, "The animal had been drinking and knocked his wife out and then collapsed himself on the couch and went to sleep, the kid didn't hold back, he got a knife from the kitchen, covered his dad's mouth and stabbed him five times hard in the chest, in the car he said that the man wasn't salvageable, that he'd made sure that his dad was cut off before he'd walked his mom out the door. He said his dad beat his mom a lot and that he had been planning this murder for a long time. The whole thing was said in an unusually calm manner."
"Is his son aware of Jie's broken finger?" Fyren asked.
"I asked him and he wasn't really sure." Ryan replied, "Said he lost his tail finger one day last month after he came back from being away, and was very evasive about it."
Fyren and I went back to the car to rest, my whole heart was beating fast, tired but couldn't sleep, lying in the back seat to organize my thoughts, the more I combed through it, the more it was a mess, and then I slowly fell asleep, about eight o'clock in the morning, when I was woken up by Fyren. I had a headache and took Fyren's coffee, drinking half a cup before I landed from the illusion of the dream and felt the existence of my body.
Fyren starts the car.
"Where to?" I asked.
"Go to church again." Fyren said.
Going to Zion Lutheran Church, Fyren wanted to verify one thing. If it was confirmed, in a small way, we could move on to the next move, and in a big way, we wouldn't have to die.
Coming to the security guard named Wu again, Fyren asked, "Remember us?"
The other man's eyes scowled and he nodded.
"Please cooperate and remove your hat." Fyren said, "If you don't take it off, we will arrest you for obstructing a police investigation."
Wu's face was horrified, but he made no move.
"Don't make us do it."
Forced by the majesty of the situation, he removed the ducktail with trembling hands. True to Fyren's push, he was missing a piece of scalp.
"How did you get hurt?" Fyren asked.
"Fell ... down, from upstairs." Wu mumbled.
"Tell the truth."
"Sir, don't push me."
"Okay," Fyren said, "it's okay if you don't say it, I'll say it, you just have to answer yes or no, can you cooperate?"
Beads of sweat broke out on the other man's head and he nodded with difficulty.
"The scalp was cut off by a man in a mask, wasn't it?"
Wu looks at Fyren and nods.
"Animal masks?" Fyren asked.
Wu shook his head.
"Gas mask?" Another option.
The other nodded slightly.
"That man is holding you hostage for something you're afraid of, telling you to shut up about it or you'll invite death, isn't that right?" Fyren asked.
Wu looks at Fyren with horrified eyes, wipes beads of sweat from his head, puts his hat back on, and nods.
"Do you beat your wife a lot?" Fyren stepped forward.
"It's not a fight anymore." Wu waved his hand, "We got divorced a while ago."
"Is this your scalp?" Fyren holds up the cell phone photo to Wu's eyes of one of the organs Ryan found in the trash.
Wu glanced away and stepped back.
"Look closely!" Fyren yelled.
Wu nodded with his eyes closed.
Flip a coin once and which side comes up is random. But toss it a hundred times and the resulting probability of heads and tails is half and half.
Jie, a hardware store owner with a missing finger; Da, a reporter with a missing ear; and Wu, a church security guard with a missing scalp.Each case is solved individually, with no way to start, but now linked together, Fyren finds a pattern hidden in the shadows.
Wu confirmed to us that he used to beat his wife regularly.
Jie knocks his wife unconscious and is stabbed to death by his own son in retaliation.
Da divorced his wife, and in their mailboxes, they also found post-marital counseling provided to his wife by the Women's Service Association, indicating that she had sought assistance.
"Domestic violence", the key to cracking organ mutilation cases.
"Domestic Violence" is also the riddle in the medicine-seeking riddle - we arrive at the Philic Women's Detective Agency through the clues, and the reward is not the antidote, but the clue in the "Preaching Against Domestic Violence" banner clue.
Returning along one line, it takes three trips on the MTR, Mongkok has run out of princes, and the six-eared macaque is fishing for the moon.
This riddle can only be solved with the key of "domestic violence".
On the evening of February 23, 2015, FuBian told us this riddle at the Peninsula Hotel, near the Peninsula Hotel is the Tsim Sha Tsui MTR station, where the Tsim Sha Tsui station is located on the Tsuen Wan Line, from Tsim Sha Tsui to Mong Kok, you do have to take three trips on the MTR, and if you don't set up a beginning and an end, you should say, "Along a line forward," but he highlighted the following But he highlighted the word "return".
Return to the subway three times. The direction of the "return" that is, the timeline of the "backward", "three subway", in fact, in the name of the station is a metaphor for the case.
Starting in May 2014, we experienced the first case of the Bat Cult in Guangzhou, and this was the first stop.
The second stop was the Guangzhou nanny killings.
The third stop was in Shantou to investigate the case of a girl who committed suicide in a rented house.
The fourth stop was in Hong Kong to investigate a drowning in a villa swimming pool.
The fifth stop was the Dog Pit Splitting Case in Fengshun.
The sixth stop was the Chaozhou case of the Teochew Opera Transformation.
At the seventh stop we follow the viper trail and go back to Hong Kong for FuBian's wedding and get ambushed by him.
At this stop in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong, FuBian wants us to go back three stops (Mong Kok), i.e., three cases in reverse: the swimming pool drowning case in Hong Kong, and he wants to make it clear that: the antidote is hidden in that murder case.
In that case, two people died, Nathan Chen and Yvonne - Yasin Chen's brother and wife, respectively. YasinChen becomes the successor of the Thousand Morning Group (Edward VIII abdicates in favor of his brother Joe VI because of his wife) by using his wife to get rid of his brother, echoing the "Crown Prince" in the puzzle, who later dies in the murder of the "Crown Prince" YasinChen.
The real culprit who killed Yasin Chen did not appear, but the fake culprit (the six-eared macaque) came out to stir up the storm instead - which can be interpreted as "fishing for the moon".
The whole riddle has thus been deciphered, leading to a new question: who is the real killer of YasinChen?
Why did YasinChen die? From the recording before his death, we know that the murderer's motive for the crime was because YasinChen had been abusing his wife Yvonne for a long period of time, leaving Yvonne to die a horrible death.
The Organ Cutter, the mysterious man who cuts off Jie's tail finger, Da's ear, Wu's scalp, and the organs of other domestic abusers. He uses extreme lynching methods to discipline abusive husbands.
These two men share the same motive, and based on our investigation and reasoning, they are the same person - both for killing YasinChen and for cutting the organs of the domestic abuser.
"So by finding this man, we can end the game and find the antidote. This is the next and final move we have to make." Fyren was certain.
"It is now February 27, and it is almost impossible to find this mysterious man in one day." The onset of the poison left in the body was the evening of February 28th.
"I know who the killer is." Fyren was victorious, "Need another favor from Ryan before we catch this guy, all peers, he might know the head of the Philic Women's Detective Agency, have Ryan find a way to get a list of the names of the female domestic violence victims they've taken in since they opened."