Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 797 - 806 Farewell in Death (15)

He slammed his foot on the gas pedal and rushed over.

Abandoning the car, he sprinted wildly, only to see a tight police cordon surrounding a factory. Policemen and the bomb squad were communicating via radio.

"Sir, you cannot go in!"

Fu Nancheng lifted the cordon and charged forward, only to be blocked by a policeman.

"Get out of the way!"

Fu Nancheng’s eyes turned red as he pushed him aside, his eyes reflecting the factory in front of him.

The abandoned factory was not large, the main gates wide open, allowing a clear view inside.

Sixteen to seventeen meters from the gate was a scene of devastation; the cement floor was charred from the explosion, with debris scattered everywhere. A charred, mangled corpse lay shattered, with barely anything left—a few limbs, ankles, thighs, scattered in various places.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, the char covering any bloodstains that should have been there.

"Xiao Mo... no... it can’t be..."

Fu Nancheng’s eyes reddened, each step feeling like treading on the tip of a blade.

He dared not get close, he did not believe it!

No, it absolutely wouldn’t be Xiao Mo!

It absolutely wouldn’t be Xiao Mo’s!

His large hands were trembling slightly, his teary gaze falling on the arm closest to him.

The arm was nothing but a charred matchstick now, no trace of flesh, even the bones seemed to have been blown to bits, with some black bone fragments falling off in the wind.

He slowly halted his steps, staring intensely at that arm.

Because it was so charred, it was unrecognizable.

Fu Nancheng repeatedly told himself, this couldn’t be Qiao Mo, it definitely couldn’t be Qiao Mo!

Absolutely not!

His mind went blank, filled with an unprecedented fear and unease, and he stepped forward again, slowly.

After only a couple of steps, his foot stepped on something.

It was soft, equally charred black.

He halted slowly, his gaze falling on the object beneath his foot.

Underfoot was a leather wallet, its original color indiscernible, the surface blackened by fire.

The wallet was open, and a few cards could be vaguely seen inside.

His thin lips quivered as he stared intensely at the wallet beneath his foot, frozen.

A policeman caught up, "Sir, you cannot enter here..."

"Move." Fu Nancheng’s eyes were bloodshot, like a man-eating demon.

"If you continue to obstruct police work..."

Before the policeman could finish, an officer hurried over, about to inquire about the situation. Seeing Fu Nancheng, he immediately said, "Please step back, sir. He’s a family member."

The policeman was stunned for a moment, nodded, and left, no longer obstructing him.

But upon hearing those words, Fu Nancheng’s heart tightened.

He looked up at the officer, saying word by word, "What did you just say?"

"Mr... Mr. Fu..."

"I asked, what did you just say!" Fu Nancheng roared.

"I... I said you are a family member!"

Fu Nancheng grabbed him by the collar and shouted, "I am not a family member! I’m not a family member! Did you hear that? I’m not a family member!"

Loosening his grip on the collar, he bent down to pick up the wallet.

He vigorously wiped the charred wallet, revealing its exterior was a light shade of pink.

He shook his head, continuing to rub it forcefully with his shirt.

This wallet looked like Xiao Mo’s, she also liked this light pink color.

It seemed the dead person had the same taste as Xiao Mo, what a coincidence...