CHAPTER 502: CHAPTER 310: THE RUSE OF INJURING ONESELF

"Physical injuries will heal sooner or later." Tian Xin looked at him, "As long as there are no wounds in the heart, that’s what matters!"

Zhuo Yufeng nodded, and Tian Xin poured him a glass of water, "Here, regardless of anything, thank you for comforting my parents today. I know that no matter what kind of person Song Xuyao is, in my parents’ eyes, he is their most beloved."

"What I said wasn’t just to comfort them; I am a police officer, and my words are promises to be kept." Zhuo Yufeng took a sip of water.

Tian Xin laughed, "Anyway, that’s the most comforting thing for my parents. Take care and heal up; I’ll leave first. Once you’ve recovered, I’ll treat you to a meal!"

"Sure!" Zhuo Yufeng was just as straightforward.

After Tian Xin hurriedly left, Zhuo Yufeng looked around, noticing that Gu Qingchen had also disappeared without a trace.

Right, he had forgotten to ask Gu Qingchen how he knew those details about the old Song Family mansion.

With that thought, Zhuo Yufeng took out his phone to call Gu Qingchen.

"Why aren’t you recuperating in the hospital? Where did you go?" Zhuo Yufeng asked him.

Gu Qingchen had returned home, "There was a time when the hospital was my home. I ate there, slept there, lived there, and neglected the fact that there was a woman waiting for me at home. During those four years of marriage, she never complained, but now, it’s my turn to wait for her return, and I’ve realized what it feels like to wait for someone. You recuperate at the hospital. I want to lie down at home."

Zhuo Yufeng let out a silent sigh and got back to the point, "Right, I wanted to ask you, how did you know I was in danger at the old Song Family mansion?"

"It was just a guess; I don’t have any evidence," Gu Qingchen said, "The old Song Family mansion has a mechanism in the basement. It’s not surprising that Qin Shan knows about it besides the Song family, but Lu Mojing is not a member of the Song family, so how did he know about the mechanism below? I guess he sent you a message to go catch Qin Shan at the Song residence. He didn’t just send it to you but also to Song Xuyao. But now Song Xuyao is still unconscious and we can’t ask him. He is a psychologist, and not only a psychologist knows how much Song Xuyao wants revenge, even a layperson would know. He might have suggested to Song Xuyao to fill the desolate old Song residence with explosives. Song Xuyao is driven insane by the desire for vengeance, but, he is a police officer; obtaining explosives would be a piece of cake..."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yufeng was somewhat startled, "Are you saying, if the message really came from Lu Mojing, it was a trap?"

"No—" Gu Qingchen refuted his thought, "If that message was truly supplied by Lu Mojing, you would surely have told me. You just got there before me; his aim isn’t that simple. He wants to use the police to eliminate Qin Shan, and also to bury me, you, and Song Xuyao in the old Song Family home."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yufeng said, "What kind of person must he be to devise such a perfect plan and now, without any evidence to link it to Lu Mojing? But Qingchen, is Lu Mojing really that terrifying? Why didn’t I notice?"

"That’s because you look at him from a police officer’s perspective. He seems to be helping you solve cases, starting from when he first provided Qin Shan’s whereabouts to you, and you’re biased by this. Indeed, he has helped you!" Gu Qingchen lit a cigarette and analyzed, "I studied surgery, so I never took any psychology courses, but you can consult with your colleagues in the police who specialize in criminal psychology. They’ll make it clear for you."

"Alright," Zhuo Yufeng sighed, "I will ask them once I’m a little better."

Lu Mojing’s psychological therapy room.

In the afternoon, the winter sunlight was exceptionally warm and charming.

Coco sat at the doorway, basking in the cozy sunshine, grateful to have such a good boss who never criticized her work.

Coco sneakily glanced at Lu Mojing, who as usual, in the absence of clients, was sipping coffee indifferently while looking at a surgical medical book on the table.

Shortly after, Coco walked into Lu Mojing’s office, "Doctor Lu, here is this month’s ledger for you to review."

"As long as you’ve done it correctly, that’s enough." Lu Mojing had never bothered to check; his gaze was serene, "Just remember to arrange the salary payments."

Although Coco was just an assistant, among her friends, she had never met such a good boss. Then, she joked lightly, "Dr. Lu, aren’t you afraid I’ll pay myself extra?"