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    Chapter 96: The Meaning of Life is to Create Perfect Works!

    Not a single piece of internal organs found!

    The words spoken by Su Ming immediately stunned Lin Tian.

    Because, as one of the police officers responsible for the 5.13 Magic City University dismemberment case, Lin Tian had never given up on the case over the past twenty years. He was very clear and certain about the situation.

    Just as Su Ming had just pointed out.

    Although, from the moment the sanitation worker discovered the first bag of body parts, more body parts of the victim were found in different locations, none of these body parts contained any internal organs—just human bones and flesh.

    From the very beginning, the missing internal organs were believed to have been crushed and disposed of, or possibly thrown into a river by the killer, which is why they were never found.

    But now, after being reminded by Su Ming, Lin Tian suddenly realized. Compared to being discarded into a river, considering Zhou Shiru’s current extreme and brutal behavior, it was more likely that he had specifically kept the victim’s internal organs as a form of commemoration.

    After all, compared to bones and flesh, internal organs are much easier to preserve. Simply placing them in formalin would be enough, and they wouldn’t take up much space.

    At this moment, Lin Tian immediately looked at the screen of the notebook on the desk, staring at the image of the villa studio, clenched his fists, and decisively said, “Ah Sheng.”

    “We can’t wait any longer.”

    “You need to take a few people right now and head to Zhou Shiru’s sculpture studio.”

    “Make sure to search the studio in detail under the pretext of it storing high-purity drugs.”

    “Although the Criminal Investigation Technology Department hasn’t given the results from the Heavenly Eye surveillance yet, if Zhou Shiru happens to be at the studio, don’t hesitate—take him under control first.”

    “As for the focus of the search…Look for any internal organs that he might have preserved as memorabilia, large quantities of high-purity drugs, or anything related to that drug trafficking organization.”

    “Of course, if we happen to find the recorded videos we saw yesterday in the studio, that would be fine too.”

    “Remember.”

    “Be extremely cautious. It’s best to wear bulletproof vests and carry shields. In fact, let’s call in the SWAT team for assistance, because yesterday, Qu Pengfei had a remote-controlled bomb on him, and I’m worried..His studio might have several bombs planted in it.”

    It’s clear to see that Lin Tian, with his twenty years of experience as a veteran detective and as the head of the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Team, displayed commendable decisiveness. Once he confirmed that the killer’s studio might hold crucial evidence and the risk of other members of the organization destroying it, he immediately ordered Xu Changsheng to lead the search.

    As for the potential negative consequences of forcibly searching a well-known sculptor’s studio, which had a high social standing, it was no longer a consideration for Lin Tian.

    Nothing was more important than solving the 5.13 dismemberment case and uncovering that massive drug trafficking organization.

    In fact, higher-ups had even specifically mentioned that if a suspect was determined to be a member of this drug organization but refused to confess or provide information about others, special methods—normally prohibited—could be used to handle the case.

    Such power and determination clearly showed the authorities’ commitment to uncovering this drug trafficking organization.

    After receiving the order, Xu Changsheng didn’t hesitate for a second, immediately standing up and firmly saying, “Understood, Master.”

    “I’ll take the team and head to Zhou Shiru’s studio as fast as possible.”

    After saying this, Xu Changsheng immediately started making calls while leaving the meeting room.

    Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Xing Sheng Building in Luzhou City.

    K, still casually leaning on the lounge chair in a simple white shirt, had a table in front of him with high-end steak and red wine, which had been airlifted.

    Though he was leisurely cutting the steak, K’s gaze occasionally drifted to the nearby laptop.

    Just as he picked up his glass of red wine to take a sip, the laptop screen automatically zoomed in on the entry and exit footage of the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Team, and a beeping sound followed.

    The sound immediately caught K’s attention.

    Looking at the screen, he saw a police car with flashing sirens driving out of the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Team.

    Putting down his wine glass, K immediately called up the previous day’s surveillance footage. After making comparisons, he found that one of the police cars that had just left the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Team had the same license plate number as the one that arrived first at the Fantawild World amusement park yesterday.

    The person sitting in that police car was Lin Tian, the head of the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Team, along with team leader Xu Changsheng and Su Ming, the one who had said there was no such thing as a perfect crime.

    Next, K checked the nearby intersection’s surveillance footage and saw that the police car was headed toward the outskirts of Huaihai District.

    At that moment, K immediately made a guess. He picked up the phone on the table, inserted an anonymous black card, and dialed a special number.

    After waiting for fifteen seconds, the call was answered. K, tapping on the table, spoke in a calm and emotionless tone, though with an undeniable certainty.

    “Sculptor, you’ve been discovered.”

    “I suggest you prepare yourself. The Huaihai Criminal Investigation Team, those dogs who’ve caught the scent, are heading to your sculpture studio.”

    “If you want to leave behind your last piece of work, it’s time to get ready.”

    The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds before breaking into a suppressed, crazy low laugh.

    “Heh.”

    “K, don’t worry.”

    “As long as you believe in the Rose Mask, like I do, I’ll have enough time to prepare my final piece of work.”

    “Although, I think…They won’t find me. Preparing this final piece of work will be a waste of effort.”

    “Because the real killer, Zhou Shiru, has already disappeared into thin air at Fantawild World and has left behind a special gift in his sculpture studio to commemorate his perfect work.”

    “K, do you think this final…”

    Before the sculptor could finish his words, K immediately interrupted him. Still calm and composed, his tone was filled with an unmistakable certainty.

    “Sculptor.”

    “Get ready to dedicate yourself to art. This time, the dogs who caught the scent are not the same ones you faced twenty years ago.”

    “I don’t want to see…You not even getting the chance to show your final piece before being locked up in that damn prison.”

    “Remember, sculptor.”

    “You once told me, a perfect work will always be more important than a worthless life!!!”


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