117: Chapter 117 The Shocking Reversal of the White Moonlight

The rain outside grew heavier, accompanied by the roar of thunder.

A bolt of lightning struck down, its pale, harsh light piercing through the glass window and illuminating Rich Merchant Wang's bloodless face.

The word "basement" ruthlessly shattered the final line of defense in Rich Merchant Wang's heart.

His sunken eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.

He looked at Jiang Feng as if he were looking at an omniscient and omnipotent King of Hell.

"How... how do you know?" Rich Merchant Wang's teeth chattered, making a clicking sound.

He covered his face and, like a lost child, slumped over the dilapidated tea table, sobbing uncontrollably.

The wailing was shrill, mixing with the sound of the torrential rain outside, making it feel exceptionally eerie in this broken teahouse.

The proprietress hid behind the counter, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Jiang Feng watched him with cold eyes.

He had previously thought that Rich Merchant Wang had merely covered up some corruption case at the orphanage or hidden a black hole in the accounts.

But he never expected that the words that would next spill from Rich Merchant Wang's mouth would set off a tidal wave in his worldview, making it feel utterly absurd and ridiculous.

"I loved her..." Rich Merchant Wang recounted intermittently while weeping. "From the first day she came to the orphanage, I fell in love with her."

"She was so gentle, so kind, just like an angel. All the children loved her."

"I donated money to her, I bought land for her. As long as she asked, I was willing to do anything."

Rich Merchant Wang looked up, his face smeared with tears and snot.

"But... but I later discovered that the basement wasn't a storage room at all!"

Extreme fear flickered in Rich Merchant Wang's eyes, as if he were recalling a living hell.

"That Wan Qing... she's a lunatic! She's a complete devil!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

A lunatic? A devil?

"What was she doing?" Jiang Feng questioned sternly.

"She was conducting experiments..." Rich Merchant Wang's hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the table tightly. "Under the guise of charity, she selected the smartest orphans who had the fewest attachments."

"She locked them in the basement and carried out the Eden Project."

"What is the Eden Project?"

"It was... emotional deprivation and reshaping." Rich Merchant Wang's voice grew lower and lower, as if he were afraid of being overheard by something filthy.

"She used drugs, electric shocks, solitary confinement... and all sorts of extreme psychological means to destroy those children's sense of fear, empathy, and even pain!"

"She wanted to turn them into perfect weapons without emotions."

"She called that human evolution."

Boom!

Another thunderclap sounded.

Sitting on the stool, the shock in Jiang Feng's heart was enough to blow the roof off.

The pure angel that Mr. K was still thinking about just before he died on the cruise ship.

The White Moonlight that the mob boss had enshrined on an altar and been obsessed with for a lifetime.

She was actually a perverted lunatic who used the banner of charity to conduct cruel human experiments on children in a basement!

This extreme reversal and sense of absurdity caused the cold sneer in Jiang Feng's heart to reach its peak.

Damn, the case is solved!

Everything is connected now.

No wonder Lu Cheng has this emotionless, dead look!

No wonder she has no empathy and acts completely like a machine!

It's not a natural personality defect at all.

She is a victim who survived that perverted experiment back then!

In fact, she is the most successful, perfect masterpiece in the hands of that devil, Wan Qing!

This is why Lu Cheng remained so tight-lipped about everything regarding the Xiangyanghua Orphanage.

Old Chen stood behind Jiang Feng, clenching his fists.

He was a veteran and couldn't stand this kind of beastly behavior towards children.

A strong killing intent flashed through his eyes.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the teahouse.

The fingers Lu Cheng used to hold her teacup went stiff.

The tea in the cup splashed out, landing on the back of her hand.

But she seemed completely unable to feel the heat.

Rich Merchant Wang continued his tearful complaint: "By the time I discovered the truth, it was too late. I tried to stop her, but she threatened me with those experimental records... I loved her too much; I thought she was just doing it for medical research."

"Later she died, died in that basement. When the fire broke out, I led people inside—not to put out the fire, but to take away those experimental records."

"What if that fire didn't burn all these materials?"

"So, I hid all the documents that could prove the Eden Project."

Rich Merchant Wang pulled at his hair frantically.

"After her accidental death, I was terrified that the police would trace everything back."

"So... I thought that as long as the orphanage was burned, as long as the scene was destroyed, everything would be covered up."

"Yes, burn all the sins, everything, to a crisp!"

"But I was wrong! I have nightmares every day; I dream of her standing in the sea of fire, looking at me."

Carrying the absolute sense of control brought by this massive shock and information gap, Jiang Feng's aura fully unleashed.

He was now a high-and-mighty judge.

He slammed his hand heavily on the table.

Bang!

The loud sound drowned out the thunder outside, making Rich Merchant Wang shudder all over.

"You thought you were protecting an angel?" Jiang Feng pointed at Rich Merchant Wang's nose, mercilessly tearing away his final disguise. "In reality, you were enabling a demon!"

"You took the records and thought burning the orphanage would cover everything? You think that was for love?"

Jiang Feng's voice was full of mockery and majesty.

"Boss Wang, stop trying to paint yourself in a good light! That's called selfishness, called cowardice! You were afraid that the exposure of the matter would implicate your reputation and property."

"Wan Qing isn't coming for your life at all!"

Jiang Feng stood up, looking down at him with an intimidating gaze.

"Those children you destroyed like lab rats, those orphans who were tortured in the basement until they were no longer human."

"They are the ones watching you! They are the ones claiming your life through your conscience!"

Rich Merchant Wang was dumbfounded, his face smeared with tears and snot, looking incredibly ugly.

"Your illness cannot be cured even by the gods. No matter how much medicine you take or how many masters you consult, you cannot wash away the sins on your hands."

Jiang Feng coldly delivered the final verdict.

"Go turn yourself in. Hand over those records and make the truth from back then public. Life in prison will be much more stable than your nightly terrors."

Rich Merchant Wang stood up, despondent.

It was as if all his strength had been drained; his whole body was like a puddle of mud.

He didn't speak again, nor did he look back as he stumbled out of the teahouse.

The rain poured down, instantly chilling him to the bone.

He was like a walking corpse, neurotically mumbling: "To atone... I'm going to atone..."

His figure soon disappeared into the curtain of rain.

[Ding! Effective divination count: 2/3]

"Old Chen, just in case, give Zhao Yi a call and let him handle it."

After giving the instructions, Jiang Feng turned his head to look at the wooden table in the corner of the teahouse.

Lu Cheng was still sitting there.

But her breathing was no longer steady.

That woman, who was always calm and unruffled, now had a visible rise and fall in her chest.

Her eyes were fixed on the water stains on the table, as if that perfect logical system that had operated for over a decade had encountered the largest virus intrusion in its history.