To Love You Again

Chapter 835: Dead Faces

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Prosecutor Huo was walking with his briefcase in the hallway.

People recognized him and greeted him with admiration. After all, as a famous person who was the prosecutor in Ming Zhi Yi's case, his fame tripled.

However, at this moment, Prosecutor Huo was troubled. He looked down at his briefcase. He was delivering a letter to a criminal in a death row and even stole an important evidence.

Although the case was closed, and this evidence was rendered useless, it was still theft.

Prosecutor Huo just wished that no one would learn about it. He just wished that after four days, the evidence would be returned to them like what they agreed upon.

Prosecutor Huo stopped at one of the inmate's cells.

This section was the most secured and isolated area. Beside this building was the prison's station clinic.

Prosecutor Huo presented his legal papers and his ID to the guards.

"I would like to have a few minutes with the inmate."

The police officers did not doubt this famous prosecutor one bit and opened the door for him. They don't need to worry about Prosecutor Huo's safety since the man inside was paralyzed.

Prosecutor Huo took a deep breath and entered.

The cell was small and unhygienic. The stains on the floor and the walls seemed like they were from ages ago. There was no window for the sunlight to come in so the foul smell lingered in the air. The moldy and a bit dampened moisture in the atmosphere was disgusting.

The small room only had aone table and a bed as furniture. The open toilet at the side was gruesome to look at.

For a paralyzed person to be left alone here, without aide from others, was already a means of torture.

Prosecutor Huo controlled the urge to cover his nose.

He glanced at the man in the wheelchair whose back was facing him.

What was he doing staring at the wall?

"Mr. Ming Zhi Yi." Prosecutor called out.

After calling him a few times, he did not get a response from the man. As he was about to take a step forward, his feet hit something.

Clang.

He glanced down at the tray of food that remain untouched. Beside it, were a few bowls of food scattered on the ground. Some were intact but have insects over them. There were insects running to and fro that made Prosecutor Huo's skin have goosebumps all over.

The bottle of water on the had no sign of being untouched.

Prosecutor Huo's eyes flashed amidst his disgust.

Could it be possible that this man did not eat and drink for the past week?

If he had not eaten or drink anything, then Ming Zhi YI might die before the execution date.

Prosecutor Huo stepped forward cautiously.

"Mr. Ming Zhi Yi." He called out a few times again but the man did not budge.

Prosecutor Huo started to get worried.

What if the man had collapsed due to hunger?

As he was about to take a closer look, the thin arm on the armrest moved.

"...Don't come any closer." A croaky voice sounded.

Ming Zhi Yi's attention had already been on the Prosecutor since the moment he hit the tray and made a loud sound. But he chose not to waste his energy on an unwelcomed visitor.

Prosecutor Huo sighed in relief. He did not take a step forward.

"I am Prosecutor Huo. The person in charge of your case. I came here today because your son, Lu Jin-"

The man in the wheelchair suddenly cut him off angrily. "I have no son!"

He then coughed so hard. Yelling after not drinking or speaking anything in the past week had almost ruined his throat.

Prosecutor Huo was about to assist him when Ming Zhi Yi raised his head.

"Don't. Come. Near!" His hoarse voice was loud and chilling.

Prosecutor Hou who had a brief glance on his face was stunned to see Ming Zhi Yi's current figure.

The Ming Zhi Yi on the trial was thin and pale due to his injuries. And now, the current Ming Zhi Yi was literally a bag of bones. There was no fat on him and his lips were full of scabs.

There was also a foul smell coming from him. It must be his wounds that had festered.

Prosecutor Huo suddenly had a thought. Did the prison in charge not allow Ming Zhi Yi to be attended by a doctor?

The authorities have assigned Ming Zhi Yi next to the clinic so his health would be carefully watched. After all, no one wanted Ming Zhi Yi to suddenly die before his execution date.

But right now, the Ming Zhi Yi was worst than a dead person!

Although Prosecutor guessed it correctly, he also guessed that the people here doesn't want Ming Zhi Yi to have a good life in the remaining fourteen days of his life.

Prosecutor Huo doesn't know what to feel. He doesn't sympathize with this man. But he also felt it was a bit too much for those people to stomach his current state.

Prosecutor Huo could only be indifferent and look away from this. Everyone's actions have consequences. This man had harvested enough hate from the people to receive this kind of treatment. He focused on finishing his goal here.

"I won't stay long. I just came here because I have something to give."

Prosecutor Huo opened his briefcase and put the letter on the table.

"Lu Jin wrote a letter to you. And this-" He put an old diary on top of the letter.

"Lu Jin said that you have been looking for this for years. He wished to give this to you."

Ming Zhi Yi remained motionlessly. Perhaps, he had no energy to utter more words.

"I will leave now." Prosecutor Huo then left.

When the sound of the door locking was heard, Ming Zhi Yi finally moved.

He turned his chair around but he was stopped by two shadows.

His father stood before him and leaned over his ears.

'You should have killed that man. Although moving is a bit difficult for you, your little bit of energy can take him down. The element of surprise is with us.  When he falls down, you can use your wheels to smash his head.'

His father laid out an incredible plan. Not giving up to cause trouble in the end.

His mother sat on his armrest and gently yet coldly hugged his neck. 'If it is not enough, you should have gouged his eyes out and ripped his teeth one by one...'

'Or slashed his neck and stabbed him multiples like what you did to me...' Another voice popped out. It was Old Lu who was standing behind his father.

Old Lu's neck and short was full of blood. His chest has multiple wounds.

'Or perhaps burned him to death like what you did to me...' Gunan whose flesh was burned said at the side.

'There's no need for that Master. You should cut his finger first like mine then let him sacrifice his life for you...' Butler Qian whose stomach was caved in appeared on the other side.

The dead people around Ming Zhi Yi multiplied. Before it was only his parents and grandfather who hunted him.

But as time passed in this small room, as he rejected intaking water or food, the dead people who showed up greatly increased in number and they stay with him for all day.

The room was too small for them. The room was so crowded that it was making it difficult for Ming Zhi Yi to breathe.

At first, when these people appeared, Ming Zhi Yi almost become crazy. He yelled at them and condemned them. But as time passed, he turned tired and accepted their existence.

These people's death was related to him. They were either killed by himself, schemed against, or just a passerby that was swept away by his fierceness.

Ming Zhi Yi's sunken eyes glanced around the bloody faces around him.

As usual, all the people he killed are gathered here, but there was one person missing.

In the end, that person never appeared before him.

He thought at first that as time passed, she would appear. But she didn't.

Did he truly not deserve to have a glimpse of her again?

The dead people around Ming Zhi Yi continued to talk. But since he got used to them, he just ignored their provocation.

He arrived at the table. When he saw the old notebook, his blank gaze suddenly sparked with life. His sunken eyes turned wide.

Isn't this....that woman's diary?

Ming Zhi Yi's trembling hands slowly reached out for the diary.

When he touched the old rough paper, he realized it was not an illusion.

It was really Lu Fanrong's diary in the flesh!

As he took it, the letter underneath was revealed.

His eyes stopped at it for a moment.

[From Lu Jin]