“I’m not crazy, I’m just avenging my wife and daughter.” Wang Leng’s expression was full of pain.

“But your wife and daughter are clearly alive and well. Why don’t you want to see them?”

Upon hearing my words, Wang Leng became even more distressed and shook his head continuously: “No, they are not my wife and daughter. You don’t understand, you will never understand.”

“I am a journalist, and I seek the truth, no matter how absurd it might be. I’m willing to believe you, but if you don’t say anything, how can I possibly understand?”

Wang Leng became more agitated, twisting his body wildly, trying to break free from the restraints.

It seemed that the interview couldn’t continue, so I stood up and nodded to the medical staff nearby.

He picked up a syringe and walked to the bedside.

My name is Song Xian, a self-employed investigative journalist, entrusted by Wang Leng’s wife Chen Mei to investigate Wang Leng’s situation.

According to Chen Mei, Wang Leng suddenly had a mental breakdown and then committed a murder. After the murder, he insisted that the person he killed was the one who harmed his wife and daughter, but Chen Mei and her daughter are clearly alive and well.

Although the police confirmed that Wang Leng indeed had a mental issue, Chen Mei wanted to figure out what exactly happened to Wang Leng that led to this, so she came to me.

Unfortunately, as of now, the investigation had made no progress.

Leaving the psychiatric hospital, I decided to walk home to clear my thoughts.

After walking for over ten minutes, I suddenly sensed that someone seemed to be following me.

I carefully took a mirror out of my bag and discreetly glanced behind me. The person trailing me was a burly man wearing a mask and a knitted hat.

To my knowledge, I didn’t recognize anyone with such physical characteristics. Considering the case I was investigating, could he be related to Wang Leng’s matter?

As a journalist, I keenly felt that this person was worth digging into, though it might come with risks.

I looked around at the surveillance cameras, quietly activated my recording device, and turned into an alley, judging the timing at the entrance.

Just as the man reached the alley entrance, I confronted him directly.

He was startled and turned to leave but I grabbed him.

“Why are you following me? If you run, I’ll call the police.”

The man trembled and reluctantly turned around, speaking in a soft voice that didn’t match his physique: “I just want to know what happened to Wang Leng.”