All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The forensic team found a large amount of Higanbana under Uncle Zheng's bed. According to Wei Ming's description, even after a small-scale explosion, the pink pills were still clinging to the corners of the bed like insect eggs. Just transporting those drugs into the ward was no small feat.Uncle Zheng's ward was rarely unattended, with the caregiver and Aunt Miao Yun taking turns to look after him. To tamper with the bed and plant a bomb would not only require a significant amount of time but also the need to evade the hospital's security checks, the police on rotation outside the ward, and the watchful eyes of countless people. Moreover, the perpetrator would need to be very familiar with Uncle Zheng, or more accurately, with us.Initially, it was Stan Wallace who communicated with the hospital to move Uncle Zheng to that VIP ward, and the bed had been changed at that time. Officer Zheng did not mention the caregiver, which means the caregiver has been ruled out as a suspect. The s

Stan Wallace told me to go home first, then without giving me a chance to refuse, he called Xu Ze in and had him take me out of the police station.He wanted to wait for Wei Ming to find out what happened to me while I was abroad.When we were separated for our statements, Wei Ming came to see me. He assured me that he would make up for his past mistakes by keeping my condition a secret, or else he would cut off his own tongue.On the way back to the city, Xu Ze noticed that something was wrong with my expression and cautiously asked, "Are you okay?"I shook my head and asked Xu Ze if he could drop me off at the Central Park near my house; I needed some fresh air. Xu Ze agreed but said he would have to accompany me because Stan Wallace had instructed him not to leave me alone.Although Xu Ze was kind and talkative, I didn't feel like being with someone who was still relatively unfamiliar to me right now.Tang Xiaohui had already left Yong'an, and I suddenly remembered that Cheng

Focusing on a single task can alleviate my auditory hallucinations. Even if I see illusions, there's not much psychological pressure, because I can discern the truth from others' reactions."Didn't sleep well last night?" Wei Ming personally followed up, handing me a bunch of snacks and milk. "It's quite dull, so eat while you watch."I thanked him and took the items, noticing that besides the snacks, there was also a bottle of eye drops.Seeing my confusion, Wei Ming smiled and said, "You'll need it later."The officer beside us had already pulled up the surveillance footage, pointing at the projector screen. "This is the first day Officer Zheng moved to the VIP ward."Instantly, Miao Yun and Uncle Zheng's faces appeared in the footage. They were going through tough times back then, but at least they were both alive.I instinctively tightened my grip on the warm milk bottle, making a swallowing motion.The surveillance switched from the corridor of the general ward, to inside t

Tang Li's few words actually revealed many problems.For example, if Stan Wallace really signed a contract with Tang Guofeng, and if personal reasons caused losses to the company, Stan Wallace would have to compensate in full according to the face value.For example, Tang Li wanted to use his identity to protect Stan Wallace, even going so far as to call Tang Guofeng 'dad' in front of the camera, something that had never happened in any public setting before.For example, if Stan Wallace now said 'yes', all the troubles today would be easily resolved. He wouldn't lose the design studio he created from scratch, nor would he bear the huge compensation that could bankrupt him.Cheng Huan was right, even if I was really sick, it wouldn't cause such a big fuss, but it depends on who wants to 'make a fuss'.When Tang Guofeng was in Uncle Zheng's ward, he promised that as long as Stan Wallace didn't want to, he wouldn't expose his private life to the media and the public.But he signed

The USB drive was quickly handed over to an officer. Wei Ming tapped his index finger on the desk, "Hurry up, play it."Recently, everyone had been watching surveillance videos to the point of utter despair; even one more glance at the screen made them look like they were about to vomit. But when the footage from the USB drive began to play, everyone's eyes locked onto the screen, brows furrowed, and they watched intently.In the video, Tang Wan and her mother were confined in a place that resembled a basement. An old pull-chain lamp hung from the ceiling, swinging back and forth due to the chaos and commotion in the scene.As the dim light slowly crawled across the corners of the room, scattered pillows and a thick rope could be seen on the ground.Tang Wan screamed loudly, struggling to free herself from the man who was holding her down with a pillow. Her mother, however, sat in a corner, her eyes vacant, unresponsive to everything around her, like a walking corpse.It was just