05 The Switched Infant

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Kanazawa mentioned that the deceased, Cheng Xin—an elderly man who had a late-in-life child but was mercilessly run over by a hearse—was actually the nurse who delivered me at birth. Hearing this instantly stirred my emotions.

A case that seemed unrelated to me suddenly drew near once again, as if an invisible net was closing in around me.

I immediately got up to find Kanazawa. However, when I got out of bed to put on my shoes, my body suddenly tensed, and I froze stiff on the bed.

Since the murder game case, I had developed a habit: when I went to bed, I positioned my shoes with the toes facing outward and the heels toward the bed. This wasn’t due to superstition or any belief that shoes pointed at the bed invite ghosts. I did it to check if I was sleepwalking—if I put on my shoes while asleep, their toes would most likely face the bed. Also, in case of emergencies, having the heels toward the bed made it easier to slip them on quickly and run.

But at that moment, my shoes lay in a strange and eerie arrangement: the toes of the two shoes pointed in opposite directions, one with its heel angled toward the bed, the other with its toe angled toward the bed, forming a shape like the Chinese character “人,” as if signaling something.

I knew it was impossible for someone to undress their shoes in that way when going to bed, meaning someone had deliberately placed them like that.

Someone had broken into my home again, eerily reminiscent of the White Night incident!

The thought sent chills down my spine. I never expected that just because I spontaneously decided to sleep at home that night, this strange person would appear again. To make sure I noticed, he even arranged my shoes in that puzzling manner—clearly another lunatic following in the footsteps of White Night.

I quickly put on my shoes and fled from my house. Only after meeting Kanazawa did I come back to my senses enough to explain the situation to him.

Kanazawa frowned upon hearing my story. Soon, he handed me a fresh cup of soy milk and said, “Chen Mu, don’t overthink this. Maybe you accidentally kicked your shoes into that position, or perhaps you sleepwalked again.”

I immediately replied, “Impossible. That arrangement was too deliberate, like a warning.”

Kanazawa continued, “Even if someone did break into your home, there’s good news—they didn’t intend to kill you. So stop scaring yourself. Keep your wits about you and stay energetic. My gut tells me this is going to be another marathon case.”

I nodded and asked, “White Night still hasn’t woken up. Then who could this person be? Could it be the Avengers, finding out about my undercover role, coming to retaliate?”

Kanazawa shook his head. “No, if it were them, you wouldn’t still be here talking to me. You’re already a discarded pawn to the Avengers, and you don’t have any critical knowledge that could compromise the organization. They probably won’t bother with you anymore.”

I pressed on, puzzled. “Then who do you think it could be?”

Kanazawa said, “I can’t say for sure yet. But since we found a connection between the victim and you, we can follow that thread. We traced back through Cheng Li, the nurse who delivered you, and found the doctor who actually delivered you. I’m taking you to the hospital to meet her.”

Kanazawa’s efficiency was impressive, and I couldn’t help but admire him. Being with him made everything easier; no matter how terrifying the darkness, he would always clear it away.

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Soon, we arrived at the Second Hospital. The doctor we needed to see was Wu Ping, who was about thirty when she delivered me. Now in her fifties, she had been promoted to chief and rarely performed surgeries anymore, nearing retirement.

Since we hadn’t notified Wu Ping beforehand, Kanazawa and I quietly went to her office, but she wasn’t there. We learned she was in the operating room because her daughter had suddenly gone into premature labor, and Wu Ping was personally delivering the baby.

Kanazawa and I rushed to the operating room entrance, but of course, we wouldn’t interrupt the surgery. We waited outside.

Less than a minute after we arrived, piercing screams erupted from inside—the cries of doctors and nurses. We couldn’t hesitate; we burst into the operating room.

To avoid misunderstandings, Kanazawa immediately drew his gun and shouted, “Police!”

I followed suit, trying to assert authority. Then my eyes landed on the operating table, and I shuddered involuntarily.

On the bed lay a woman, stripped bare—clearly Wu Ping’s daughter undergoing a cesarean section.

Her abdomen had been cut open, but the incision was unusual. It wasn’t the typical cesarean cut but extended from her lower abdomen all the way up to her chest. Black stitches sealed both ends, while the middle had an open cut about twenty centimeters long with some blood, but nothing excessive—odd and abnormal.

Then I understood why the screams erupted. Nearby, on a separate bed, lay a baby—but it was not a real newborn. The infant was a lifelike dummy!

Wu Ping’s daughter had undergone a cesarean section—and a fake baby was delivered!

It was a nightmare come to life, happening right before my eyes!

While I stood dumbfounded, Kanazawa spoke calmly to those present: “Everyone, stay calm. Focus on saving the patient. As for this fake baby, it’s not some supernatural horror. Clearly, the woman was dissected previously. Someone took her real child and replaced it with this dummy inside her abdomen.”

Kanazawa’s explanation cleared the fog in my mind. The truth was grotesquely clear—what a sick, twisted act to commit.

Suddenly, a thought struck me. I whispered to Kanazawa, “The baby found in my pigpen last night—the one supposedly eaten by the sow—could that be the child taken from Wu Ping’s daughter?”

Kanazawa nodded sharply. “Very possible. We’ll confirm by comparing their DNA.”

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