2 •Mama's Death

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"*sound of a car colliding with a truck*"

*ambulance arrives*

"Here I am at this hour to report about the car crash incident that has occurred at Nanjing Road West. The victim of today's incident is none other than the Madam of the famous Feng Clan, Gu Mian and Zhang Wei, the truck driver who was said to be delivering goods for the Jing Corp."the female reporter said.

*camera shifts to the stretchers carrying Feng Mian and Zhang Wei*

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Feng Yingjie was given a shock when he saw his mother's bloody face on tv. He felt like a strong punch was given to him. After a few moments, he hurriedly took his coat and dashed to the hospital that his mother was taken to.

"Mama died", he said to himself as he saw the straight line.

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Feng Yingjie can still remember the pain he felt when he found out about his mother's car crash incident. It was even more painful when his mother didn't make it. He faced his father and curiously asked, "Mother's death?"

"Your mother was a scientist. A successful one at that. She achieved something that others cannot. Many scientists put in a lot of effort to do it but only your mother's effort bore fruit.", he paused

"Gu Mian was able to extract the spiritual power that she got from an ancient sword and poured that spiritual power into a stone, turning it into something that grants an individual a super power when swallowed" Feng Chaun continued.

Feng Yingjie was flabbergasted when he heard this. He had always thought that this only happens in novels. "That's impossible!", he exclaimed.

"That's what I thought as well. Until I saw this," Feng Chaun stood up from his seat and walked towards the bookshelf. He pulled a book and then the shelf shifted. It was a secret passageway that Feng Yingjie himself knew nothing about.

His father turned to him and urged him to follow. The passageway was a staircase down. As they descended, the torches on the wall lit up one by one. It was a long way down. When they reached the bottom, his father pushed a brick on the wall and a door opened in front of them.

They walked to the center of the room and there Feng Yingjie saw the evidence of his mother's achievement. It was a glowing purple orb. It exuded a bright shine. He can feel a suppressive from it. No doubt that what his father said was real.

"Why is that here? Why isn't it with the government?", he asked his father.

Feng Chaun looked at his son with eyes suspecting if Yingjie was crazy or insane. "You know about our government's circumstances."

Everyone in the country knows that the government is corrupt but no one was brave enough to voice that thought out.

"When I heard that the reason of your mother's death was because she was drunk driving and crashed into a truck, I started suspecting that something was off about the case."

"Your mother wasn't fond of wine. She barely drinks any. I have to force her to drink whenever we attend parties or galas."

"That day, before the incident, she was with me the whole time and I saw with both of my eyes that she didn't drink alcohol. Plus, when we checked your mother's car before she left, there wasn't anything wrong about it." Feng Chaun said.

"This only leads to one thing. Mother's death wasn't an accident but was planned by someone.", Yingjie continued.

After talking with his father, Yingjie went back to his room. He was still processing the fact that his mother created something so powerful.

'I should just go to sleep. That way, by tomorrow, I won't be tuckered out and will be calm enough to figure out mother's killer. Plus, I still have to visit her grave.', and with that thought, Feng Yingjie closed his eyes and he entered a deep sleep.

Many hours passed and it was already morning. The birds were chirping and sunshine seeped through Yingjie's window.

*alarm clock sound*

He touched his alarm clock to turn it off. He sat from the bed half-asleep and he looked around. Then, he looked at the clock and it shows that it was already 10:30 AM. 'Ah. I broke my routine. Naah... I'll just go jogging tomorrow.', he thought.

Today, he'll go to his mother's grave and clean it. They have a helper that can do this but he wants to do it on his own. It was his way of showing filial piety.

He walked to the bus stop with the cleaning supplies that he needs and a bouquet of flowers. While waiting, he felt like someone was staring at him. That stare felt like it was drilling a hole at the back of his head. He looked around to find the owner of that stare but he couldn't find anyone that looking at him.

Finally, the bus arrived. He went inside and sat at the farthest back of the bus. His seat was by the window so, he could see anything that was happening outside.

The bus stopped and he saw that he had arrived at his destination. He stood up, walked to the entrance, paid for his fare and he walked out.

He heard the bus leave but he didn't care about that. He stood in front of the cemetery and just above him says, 'The High Cemetery'

He went in.