Chapter 188

Song Zhou ignored Lu Dun's dying cries and dragged him out of the dark room, leaving a wide streak of blood on the ground.

"It's so heavy. Can you walk a few steps by yourself?" Song Zhou complained angrily.

Lu Dun was already out of breath, so how could he walk?

"I still have to take you there. Remember to say thank you." Song Zhou grabbed the back of his collar and walked up the stairs towards the dim and narrow staircase.

The steps were worn into a layer of crimson, and at first glance, it looked like a killer carrying his prey out of a cave.

Song Zhou heard someone calling Lü Dun's name. He paused at the stairs, holding Lü Dun in one hand and holding the dagger in the other, and cautiously took a few steps outside.

His eyes met the gaze of the people outside through a broken window.

It turned out to be Chang Ting.

Song Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, dragged the person in his hand towards the main entrance, and opened the heavy security door from the inside.

As soon as I stepped out of the door, I heard a clicking sound. I looked up and saw several black special police vehicles and several black gun muzzles.

"Put down the knife!" the captain of the SWAT team shouted sternly, holding his gun.

Chang Ting rushed over, almost going crazy: "How come they came so quickly? The SWAT team is too efficient..."

He raised his hands high, blocking the SWAT officers and Song Zhou, and shouted to them, "No, no, comrades, I promise he won't commit any crime!"

The SWAT officers remained unmoved, their guns held steady.

Chang Ting turned around, pointed at Song Zhou and yelled, "Drop the knife, you bastard!"

"Oh... sorry, it's my first time seeing such a big scene, so it's a bit strange."

Song Zhou threw the dagger aside and explained, "This knife is not mine. I took it from Lu Dun."

The SWAT officer, still holding his gun, shouted, "The suspect released the hostage!"

Song Zhou was unhappy: "Comrade SWAT, let me be clear. First of all, I am not a suspect. I am the hostage held here. It was this Lu Dun who came to kill me. He accidentally fell, and I helped him up."

Chang Ting collapsed and held his head: "Ancestor, can you please let him go first and then talk nonsense!"

"All right."

Song Zhou loosened his grip, and Lu Dun's upper body fell down, rolling all the way to the bottom of the stairs, hitting his head several times.

Song Zhou quickly added, "You asked me to let it go. Don't blame me if he dies from falling."

Everyone was speechless. The SWAT officers finally lowered their guns, and two of them stepped forward, attempting to restrain Song Zhou.

Chang Ting hurriedly stopped them and said, "Thank you brothers for your support. We will take care of the rest. Thank you very much. It's hard work."

My whole life's politeness is at stake.

He grabbed a colleague and pushed him over, negotiated with the special police captain, and quickly turned back to check on Lu Dun's condition.

Lu Dun was covered in blood and looked dead.

Chang Ting felt his breath, and his heart dropped. He almost fell to the ground: "He's still alive."

Song Zhou walked down the stairs leisurely. "They're just flesh wounds. They won't be fatal. I'm a doctor, I know." He added regretfully, "What a pity."

Looking at Lu Dun's tattered body covered in holes and cuts, his clothes soaked in blood, Chang Ting couldn't help but sigh, "In all my years as a police officer, this is the first time I've seen the term 'covered in wounds' come to life."

At this time, Lu Dun opened his eyes a little, his face full of bitterness and hatred, as if he wanted to accuse someone.

By chance, Chang Ting raised his phone, took a picture of him, and said, "Keep it as a souvenir."

Lu Dun was so angry that he rolled his eyes.

Chang Ting asked: "How did he get injured like this?"

"He fell accidentally." Song Zhou said calmly.

Chang Ting frowned inexplicably: "Accidentally... fell like this?"

"Yeah. Maybe if you do too many bad things, you'll be unlucky."

Chang Ting's gaze shifted to Lu Dun's arm. Lu Dun's right arm was twisted and deformed, with a bloody hole on its swollen and shiny right hand.

"His arm...was also caused by a fall?"

"Well... maybe I accidentally dislocated it when I was saving him." Song Zhou also felt that this was a bit unreasonable. "I'll just take it back."

As he said this, he half-knelt down, grabbed Lu Dun's right arm and shoulder, and exerted force suddenly.

With a click, it reset.

Lu Dun suddenly opened his eyes and a sharp sound came from his throat, like a beast gasping for breath on the slaughter table.

The plainclothes officers watching gasped and took a step back.

Song Zhou remained calm and said, "He's your suspect. Let's be fair. You have to pay for his medical expenses."

Chang Ting felt a phantom pain as he watched, and asked, touching his arm, "Do you have an invoice?"

Song Zhou's mood suddenly darkened: "I'm about to lose my job and can't issue invoices."

"That can't be reported." Chang Ting said.

"Oh. That won't do."

Song Zhou reached out again, and with a snap, he removed Lu Dun's arm. "Take him to the hospital. They can issue an invoice there."

Lu Dun fainted from the pain. The plainclothes officers retreated further.

Chang Ting quickly reached out to stop Song Zhou: "That's enough. We finally have a living creature. If you keep playing with it, you'll die."

Song Zhou pursed his lips and wiped his hands on a relatively clean spot on Lu Dun's clothes: "If it's not fun to death... can it be sentenced to death?"

Chang Ting pondered for a moment and said seriously, "Lü Dun is the core of this criminal gang, the organizer, and the main planner.

"Although he did not personally commit the crime, he subjectively committed indirect intent, resulting in the deaths of multiple people. This constitutes intentional homicide, an 'extremely serious crime' warranting the death penalty.

"Although the chain of evidence is not yet complete, as the investigation progresses, we will definitely collect sufficient evidence to clarify all the facts of the crime. We will not send him to the execution ground..."

Chang Ting pointed at himself and said, "I'll take off my police uniform myself."

"That's more like it." Song Zhou adjusted the frame of his glasses. "You want evidence, right? I've already gotten some confessions for you. Also, there's a surprise in the basement of the trading company."

Chang Ting's face lit up and he waved to his colleagues, "Call 120 for this dead pig!"

He pulled Song Zhou into the trading company and said, "Let's go and take a look. Tell me what's going on."

"Let's talk later." Song Zhou stretched out his hand to him, "Lend me your phone. I'll give it to Chen He first..."

"Song Zhou!"

A call came from behind.

Song Zhou turned around and saw a familiar figure through the swaying shade of the camphor tree.

Chen He, wearing a white down jacket, flew over like a cloud and crashed into his arms.