As they were about to leave Mingling County, Wu Wen voiced the doubts in his heart.

“I still can’t understand—Xia Jiuying wholeheartedly hoped for his mother’s return. He should have been a simple, straightforward child. How could he possibly conceive this entire series of iron fang murder cases?”

“Rather than saying Xia Jiuying was simple and straightforward, it’s better to say he was fixated on a single thought. This obsession made him fearless. Similarly, this obsession also made him narrow-minded and withdrawn. In the end, it was also this obsession with ethereal familial love that led him down a path of no return. He could do anything, including destroying everything before him.” Li Si sighed deeply. “Planning the series of iron fang murder cases was a product of this situation.”

“When his biological parents appeared alive before Xia Jiuying’s eyes, his life’s obsession became meaningless. The remains to which he had devoted all his emotions became a stranger. Most critically, Xia Jiuying had long since severed his path of return—he couldn’t go back. In the end, he chose the dead end.”

The night was deeply dark and ice-cold.

Chen Er’gou emerged from searching the dog house. A sinister, bone-chilling cold wind made him shiver, and he involuntarily turned around.

In the darkness surrounding the dog house, tree shadows swayed like countless little demons wielding knives in battle.

“Ah, scaring myself. Xia Jiuying is already dead—what is there to fear?” Chen Er’gou laughed self-mockingly. But just as he was leaving, a ghostly phantom-like black shadow silently clung to his back.

Gently, it opened its mouth. Incomparably sharp fierce fangs flashed with the light of death.

“Ahhh…”

This was a small interlude in the long night.

The night was deep. The story continued.

End of Volume 1