All the members of the task force were made to work overtime at the police station due to the mess circulating around on the Internet. Upon hearing Zhuang Zhen's loud voice and severe tone, they looked up one after another.

Liao Fang asked nervously, "Leader, what's the matter?"

Zhuang Zhen opened Fan Jialuo's Weibo and stared at the simple but frightening three-word post, then shook his head and said, "Xiao Jin may have had an accident."

Liao Fang walked over and craned her neck to look at his mobile phone. Her face suddenly turned pale. The rest of the group gathered around Zhuang Zhen to check the situation, and once again experienced the fear that sprouted from being dominated by Fan Jialuo's 'three-word post'.

"Shouldn't the fifth one be Ruan Ye?" Liao Fang did not have any doubts about who the possible victim would be after reading the post.

"I just called the hospital and they told me that Ruan Ye's condition is very good. She's also being strictly monitored under our protection..." Before Zhuang Zhen could finish the sentence, his mobile phone rang.

It was a call from the Chief of the detention center, and his voice shook as he spoke, "Team Leader Zhuang, please bring your people over to the detention center. Xiao Jin is dead."

Zhuang Zhen's tautly pulled heartstrings finally snapped. He was silent for four or five seconds before he managed to give a reply.

"Xiao Jin is dead. Call the forensics team. Let's go to the detention center together." He put on his coat and hurried to the parking lot.

Half an hour later, all the members of the task force were standing outside the prison cell where Xiao Jin was being held, and the atmosphere surrounding them had turned heavy. Liao Fang covered her mouth and did not dare to look into the prison cell a second time.

"Team Leader Zhuang, he committed suicide."

The personnel from the Forensics Team examined the corpse carefully, and his tone expressed pity as he said, "He was very firm in his pursuit of death. Most people don't even dare to cut their wrists with blades, and there will always be a few superficial exploratory wounds on the wrists of people who do use that method. But look at him..."

The forensic officer pointed at Xiao Jin's bloody left wrist. "He directly severed his two arteries using his teeth, biting off a large piece of skin and flesh. It was as if he didn't feel any pain while doing so. He also wrapped the blanket around the wound to hide it from the prison guards and to counter any rescue efforts. This blanket absorbs water quite quickly, so it would have accelerated the speed of blood loss. The whole process, from biting the artery till death, would have only taken around ten minutes."

Zhuang Zhen looked at the corpse for a long time before saying, "I'm leaving the handling of the scene here to you. I'm going to go check the surveillance feed."

"Alright." The forensic officer nodded and agreed, then after hesitating for a moment, he sighed and added, "This is really a pity."

"You don't need to feel pity for him. In any case, he would inevitably have been sentenced to death even if he had made it to court." Zhuang Zhen's tone was very cold and hard, but his eyes were flickering with an unbearable light.

The task force began to investigate the prison guards in the detention center and the prisoners around Xiao Jin. No suspicious activity was found. The surveillance camera also showed the scene of Xiao Jin committing suicide. Moreover, there had been no one else near his cell at the time of the incident.

The members of the task force were busy with their tasks, yet every single one of them kept silent.

After recording all the interrogations that the task force had just conducted, Liao Fang went to an empty corner and dialed a phone number, one that had been stored in her contacts list for a long time but which she had never dared to call.

A warm and gentle male voice, as clear as spring water in early summer, was heard from the other side. It was refreshing, but it also made her eyes red for an unknown reason.

"Fan Jialuo, Xiao Jin is dead." And with these words, Liao Fang broke out into a sob, unable to hold it back any longer.

"Ah." This meaningless monosyllabic word was what Fan Jialuo's short response consisted of.

"You knew he was going to die, then why didn't you say so earlier?" Liao Fang couldn't understand how Fan Jialuo could be this hard-hearted and this aloof, to the extent that he didn't seem to be moved by anyone or anything.

"What would have happened if I had said so?" He asked softly.

"If you said something, you could have saved him!" Liao Fang's voice was filled with anger.

"I'm not God. I can't save him." Fan Jialuo's low and unhurried voice seemed to come from another dimension, it was very hollow.

"He bit his own artery, right? Someone with such a strong resolve for death, just who can stop them? Would you have dislocated his jaw and removed all his teeth? Even then, he would still find a way and walk onto that very path one day. Everyone who lives in the world is subject to the principle of causality, and that is how they build up karma. Their fate is always in their own hands, not in that of God's."

Liao Fang had no way to refute the other's words. Indeed, Xiao Jin had chosen the most tragic way to die. He himself was not willing to be saved. In such a situation, who would have been able to stop his inevitable death?

And as for why Fan Jialuo knew how he had died, Liao Fang did not want to ask about it. He was a psychic. It was natural for him to know everything.

Fan Jialuo continued to speak, "His actions and their consequences on others will ultimately become a part of his karma, which he'll have to bear all by himself. All evil will return to dust. This sentence is not just a Buddhist verse."

Liao Fang fell into a long silence, and only the sound of a voice choking up carried over as a response to the person on the other end of the call.

Fan Jialuo sighed and ended the call.

At the same time, Zhuang Zhen also found a quiet place and placed a call to Song Rui.

"Xiao Jin committed suicide. You didn't see it coming?" In his mind, Zhuang Zhen repeatedly recalled the words Song Rui had said to Xiao Jin when he was on his way to the detention center.

He had given Xiao Jin the confirmation that Ruan Ye had gone crazy. At that time, Xiao Jin, who had still been completely discontent, had shown an expression of complete relief and had left with a smile.

Judging from his past cases, Song Rui had always had a very accurate grasp on the suspect's psychology, and it was not too much to say that he had managed to predict things, just like how a God would.

As a psychologist, he couldn't have been unaware of the impact his words would have on Xiao Jin. In other words, he had participated in the development of this particular situation. He had coldly watched as Xiao Jin had walked towards the dead end.

Was this still the gentle, kind-hearted and knowledgeable Dr. Song that Zhuang Zhen knew?

Zhuang Zhen's mood became very restless. He couldn't accept that his friend would knowingly partake in such actions.

It was also at this moment that he began to realize that Fan Jialuo's evaluation of his friend was not utter nonsense, but a rather startling insight into his friend's true nature.

Song Rui could only stay silent. He knew that Zhuang Zhen was no fool, and that he would not miss the necessary details after all the events played out.

He had really been impulsive that day.

In fact, he also didn't understand why he had acted so abnormally, to the point that he had done such an unnecessary action. However, since he had done so, he couldn't regret it.

"I'm sorry," Song Rui said slowly, removing his glasses.

"I think, for Xiao Jin, the culprit of Xiao Rui's death was never Ruan Ye, but he himself. He didn't need to be tried in a Public Court; he had already performed the trial and its subsequent sentencing by himself. This day would have come sooner or later, and none of us would have been able to stop it."

Hearing this, Zhuang Zhen gritted his teeth and said with derision, "No one can replace the Law. Only the Court can make the final judgement! Song Rui, why is it that I think you've been poisoned by Fan Jialuo? You are an expert in psychology. Don't get brainwashed by him!"

Song Rui's breath stopped for a moment, and then he hung up. He walked into the bathroom, knelt down onto the cold tiles, then started to flog himself hard on his back with a leather whip, not stopping until it turned completely bloody...

This flogging was neither out of guilt nor self-blame, but rather a reminder engraved into his body using pain-If you want to live freely and stand above others, you have to obey the stupid rules, of which Law is the most untouchable. Also, remember the most dangerous point: there exists a person who has seen through you, and he is still watching you closely!

Zhuang Zhen didn't know about the inner turmoil that his friend was suffering from. He couldn't stop himself from feeling very angry at the sudden tragedy, but there was nothing he could do to salvage the situation now.

The events had already passed, and there was no point in continuing to blame anyone. Just as Xiao Rui had ended her life, those who had once cruelly abused her would be cleared of their sins. 'Justice' was so magnificent, yet it was so hard to find.

Zhuang Zhen tried to suppress the sense of injustice that rose in his heart. However, at that moment, the Bureau Chief suddenly called to inquire about Xiao Jin's suicide.

"...The situation's difficult right now! Should this matter still be publicized?" The Bureau Chief asked, conflicted.

"It must be made public." Zhuang Zhen's tone was firm and much more decisive.

"The Weibo post that Xiao Jin programmed and released has pushed this case to the forefront. Now everyone is paying attention to this matter and waiting for the final judgement. If we don't release the news of Xiao Jin's suicide, the media will relentlessly hound our branch office, all because he died in our detention center.

"Things that can be said clearly now will become unsolved cases if they are delayed until later. To the public, our silence will be tantamount to admitting to suspicious acts within our Bureau, and speculations of highly malicious nature will surround us. Maybe after debating it back and forth amongst themselves, we will end up as the murderers who killed Xiao Jin."

"Yes, yes, you are right. I'll ask the Publicity Department to make an announcement immediately. "

Not long after the Bureau Chief hung up the phone, news of Xiao Jin's suicide spread across the Internet. This time, the Sub Bureau's official Weibo account provided a detailed account of the cause of his death, without any concealment.

As expected, there were fewer people who questioned them after reading this. Most of the comments were people crying out in pity.

Xiao Jin was not the kind of thug who had committed all kinds of evil. His tragedy and Xiao Rui's tragedy were man-made machinations and could have been avoided. He killed himself so as to repent.

Because of this, the number of people who felt sad and sorry for him far exceeded those who condemned him.

What is good and what is evil? How to define the two?

-This extremely complex issue had always been entangled at the core of this tragedy, and it aroused large-scale public discussion and reflection.

Gao Yize's fall from a building's rooftop had become the most discussed event of the year.

Sun Ying, who had been taking advantage of this situation by basking under the attention Gao Yize's death had brought him, was not happy at all. He was busy deleting all of his Weibo posts that either mourned Gao Yize or denounced Fan Jialuo, while Cao Xiaofeng, sitting beside him, was holding a tablet computer and keeping an eye on the way the public opinion swayed.

"Fan Jialuo has turned the situation around! Now everyone is discussing whether he is a psychic or not. His reputation is even better than that of Movie King Liu. I didn't expect this outcome at all!" Cao Xiaofeng sighed regretfully.

"Brother Cao, don't play with the tablet anymore. Come and help me write a draft to post and clear my relationship with Gao Yize! My biggest fan club has announced that it will disband!" Sun Ying was about to cry.

Cao Xiaofeng replied impatiently, "Why don't you call the public relations department and ask them to write it for you? At that time you even basked under the death of-" He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, as if his neck had been pinched by a large pair of invisible hands, all because he saw an extremely terrible Weibo post.

A netizen named 'Meteor Street Code Farmer' had left a message on Fan Jialuo's Weibo homepage.

[Come over everyone, look here! I'm going to expose Fan Jialuo's painted skin! What psychic? I think it's dog shit! Just wait, everyone. This is going to be a long post! There's a picture, then there's the truth. The real hammer is guaranteed!]

'Meteor Street Code Farmer' had posted this sentence and disappeared, but the netizens' attention had been attracted by it. They clicked to go to this person's Weibo homepage, thereby increasing the traffic to this account as they waited to see the real hammer. Cao Xiaofeng was one of these people.

The long Weibo post promised by 'Meteor Street Code Farmer' was finally published, and it had two photos attached to it. One was a photograph taken of the scene of Gao Yize's death, and the other was the death sketch that had been drawn by Fan Jialuo.

It turned out that when Gao Yize fell from the building, 'Meteor Street Code Farmer' happened to be at the scene, and had taken a photo of the corpse, which they had then posted on Weibo.

However, after a couple of minutes, 'Meteor Street Code Farmer' seemed to realize that the photograph was too gory and might be flagged as unharmonious for society, so they quickly deleted the entire post.

Now, this person released this photograph to inform the netizens that there was no such thing as psychics in the world, let alone the so-called ability to foresee death.

All that Fan Jialuo had said was nonsense, because anyone with eyes could see that the 'death sketch' was clearly based on the scene of death that had been photographed. From the angle of the buildings and the corpse to the minute details, everything overlapped perfectly.

[Do you see? Previously, I had deleted the post after looking at it more clearly! But I remember that this was the only photo of the scene of Gao Yize's death that was posted onto the Internet.]

[Although I only put it up for two minutes, that is still enough time for some people to download it and save it. I have good reason to suspect that some people simply saw this picture and started to pretend as if they were psychic. He copied my picture and used it to hype himself up.]

[In order to become famous, he really doesn't hesitate to do anything!]

[The photo was clearly taken at the time of Gao Yize's death. Of course, the copied sketch was also released after that. How did it then become a death notice?]

[Some people don't know that you have to erase the evidence before playing tricks. Do they think I can't find things after they've been deleted? Possessing such a low IQ, what kind of psychic is this? Also, I'll pose one last question. Is Gao Yize's blood steamed bun delicious?

'Meteor Street Code Farmer' greatly disparaged Fan Jialuo and then deleted the photos once again.

Due to the fact that Fan Jialuo's reputation had only just been reversed recently, there were many brainless people that supported this post.

However, although this post attracted some attention, it did not create much of an impact on him since from the beginning, most of the netizens had not believed that he was a psychic. They soon accepted the fact that the death sketch was a forgery.

Although the post that had implied Xiao Jin's suicide was somewhat mysterious, it was still within the realms of plausibility to guess such an event by chance.

On the other hand, there were still some people jumping up and down and insulting Fan Jialuo. They would taunt him with comments saying that he used the dead to create hype, that his means were too dirty, that he had no moral bottom line, and so forth.

After reading this long post, Cao Xiaofeng was the one who was the most shocked. He handed the tablet to Sun Ying, let the other side take a look at the post, and then both of them froze.

Sun Ying said in a trembling voice, "B-Brother Cao, that sketch was really drawn by Fan Jialuo, and I was watching him the entire time he did it. At that time, Ze Ge was still alive. Am I wrong?"

"No, you remembered correctly. Gao Yize and you came out from the stairwell. At that time, he was already holding onto this sketch. I walked around and looked at it with you and then you lost your temper. I remember this sequence of events very clearly. Our memories can't be wrong."

Cao Xiaofeng suddenly felt a chill settle into his bones. It was not uncommon for people in the entertainment industry to believe in gods and ghosts more than ordinary people did, and so they were naturally more frightened.

They hadn't taken the death sketch seriously before because they thought that the majority of the dead bodies of the people who had jumped from a building would look the same, and that with just a few strokes, anyone else's head could replace that of Gao Yize's in the death sketch.

The twisted limbs, the pool of blood, the spectating crowd, such elements would be the same for any high-altitude crash site. Fan Jialuo had known beforehand that someone would push Gao Yize off the building and he also knew the location of where it would happen, so it was not surprising that he had managed to draw the corresponding scene.

But now, after a careful comparison of the sketch against the photo, these two realized that the death sketch was actually a perfect tracing of the scene in the photo. The angle of the whole scene was exactly the same as that of the photograph, and even the faces of the spectating crowd were the same. In other words, this sketch had not been randomly drawn by Fan Jialuo, but was proof that he had really seen these future events through his own eyes.

A sketch from a week ago was exactly the same as a photo taken a week later, and it showed the exact same death scene. If he was not psychic, then what else could the reason for this be?

'Meteor Street Code Farmer' had no idea just what their long post had really revealed! This post was not the so-called 'real hammer' that would expose Fan Jialuo's trickery, rather, it was ironclad evidence that he really possessed a supernatural ability!

Fan Jialuo really was a psychic!

After realizing this, Sun Ying was completely flustered, and his lips were trembling when he spoke, "Brother Cao, Fan Jialuo really-really does have psychic abilities! He saw it, he really did see it!"

"Keep your voice down!" Cao Xiaofeng's voice was also shaking. "If we don't say it, no one will know! No one!"