Opening the post, the attached photo indeed showed the hospital where he worked. In the image, a young woman covered in blood was being carried off an ambulance, with medical staff around her performing their duties, doing everything possible to save the fading life. Meanwhile, at the edge of the crowd stood a distraught man.
This incident sparked a huge uproar online. Netizens speculated wildly about the nurse's fall—some said she couldn't bear work pressure, others claimed she was haunted by the hospital's vengeful spirits, and some even dug up her identity: her name was Zhou Xue, married to a chief physician at the hospital a few years ago.
In the end, the police concluded that Zhou Xue's cause of death was "suicide," which directly shattered all the conspiracy theories circulating online.
From the photos "leaked" online, Zhou Xue's "suicide" had left Zhao Heping utterly grief-stricken, to the point of being heartbroken.
Then, Chen Mo checked "his own" work records. The computer logs showed that less than a week after his wife Zhou Xue's death, Zhao Heping had returned to work at the hospital. However, he seemed out of sorts, making several mistakes on the job.
So, was this the reason for the failed surgery?
Though he had painstakingly unraveled layer after layer of connections, there was still no clear clue as to why Qi Dongsheng had become a vengeful spirit.
Chen Mo thought for a moment and typed Zhou Xue's name into the query system again.
Then his gaze suddenly froze.
Among the patients Zhou Xue had been responsible for, the name Qi Dongsheng appeared prominently. And this care wasn't just for this one hospitalization—it spanned several years.
Qi Dongsheng, Zhou Xue, and Zhao Heping—these three people were finally linked by a single thread.
Qi Dongsheng, undergoing long-term hospitalization; Zhou Xue, the nurse in charge; Zhao Heping, the attending physician... This was an obvious thread. Yet among these clues, there seemed to be an invisible, hidden thread connecting them, though Chen Mo hadn't found it yet.
Just then, a thought struck Chen Mo.
He had been confining his investigation to the hospital, clearly falling into a mental trap. Now, with new clues emerging, another place gradually came to light.
That place was the "home" Zhao Heping and Zhou Xue had shared.
What had happened to make Zhou Xue give up her young life and choose "suicide"? Perhaps the secret lay hidden there.
It seemed he really needed to "go home" once.
After making the decision and calling Old Zhang, there was a brief silence on the other end of the line.
"It's worth investigating, but doing so might also be dangerous."
Yang Xiaoyu had been killed by a supernatural attack after Zhou Xue's clues surfaced. In fact, after encountering Zhou Xue, both he and Old Zhang had been attacked as well. This proved that everything related to Zhou Xue in the story became extremely dangerous because it touched the core plot. But if they didn't actively uncover the truth and push the story forward, it would never end—a frustrating reality for both Chen Mo and Old Zhang.
"Alright, I'll still go home and take a look," Chen Mo said with a forced lightness. "After all, she's my wife. It's not like she'd plot to kill her husband, right?"
"Forget it... kid, just be careful!"
Chen Mo grunted in acknowledgment, hung up, and opened the desk drawer. Sure enough, he found the keys to the house and car. Meanwhile, the ID card in his wallet easily revealed the couple's home address.
Since he was technically "on leave," Chen Mo couldn't be bothered to greet Director Qin. He just swaggered out. A few minutes later, he stood beside an Audi A8, sighing with emotion, muttering that this Zhao Heping was surprisingly loaded.
Using the key to start Zhao Heping's luxury car, it wasn't long before a tree-shrouded residential complex appeared before him.
As a chief physician at a renowned hospital, Zhao Heping naturally had a high income, so living in such a complex was no surprise. Chen Mo had initially worried about being stopped by the security guard at the gate, but the guard casually greeted him.
Hearing himself called "Dr. Zhao," Chen Mo sighed inwardly. The supernatural force had indeed covered the entire story world. Even stepping out of the hospital, he was still under its control.
The abundance of trees gave the complex a quiet, slightly gloomy atmosphere. Though nothing happened around him, Chen Mo couldn't shake an uneasy feeling in his heart.
He easily found the building where the couple lived, pressed the elevator button, and after a tense wait, the elevator stopped on the 9th floor.
It was work hours, so there was hardly anyone in the complex or the hallway. Chen Mo pulled out the key and turned it with a click, opening the "home door."
Standing at the entrance, he looked inside and saw a beautifully decorated three-bedroom apartment, further confirming Zhao Heping's substantial income. But Chen Mo wasn't focused on that. As soon as he stepped inside, his eyes began scanning everywhere.
The house, dim from the closed windows, still seemed to hold traces of the couple's life. At first glance, nothing seemed particularly off.
But when Chen Mo looked more closely, he noticed a few black stains the size of fingernails on the curtain.
Not just on the curtain—after pushing aside the sofa, he found similar black marks on the floor, as if they'd been carelessly hidden beneath it.
Chen Mo reached out and touched them. They were sticky and rough, like dried blood.
What had happened in this "home"?
Chen Mo continued searching the house, leaving no corner unchecked. Sure enough, in one drawer of the wardrobe, he spotted a familiar item.
It looked like a pen, but it had a small screen and two buttons in the middle. As a journalist, Chen Mo was very familiar with it.
It was a voice recorder.
The drawer contained women's clothing, clearly indicating that Zhou Xue had hidden the recorder there. Why would Zhou Xue hide a voice recorder in her own home? What was she trying to record?
Chen Mo took it out and, curious, pressed the play button.
After a burst of static, a familiar voice came from the recorder.
"Zhou Xue, you're not planning to just put up with this forever, are you?"
That was... Yang Xiaoyu's voice!
Chen Mo was a bit puzzled at first, but then he thought about it. Yang Xiaoyu and Zhou Xue were both nurses in the same department, so it wasn't strange for them to know each other.
What truly unsettled him was the tone in Yang Xiaoyu's voice—completely different from the slightly flirtatious manner he'd heard in the office.