Yu Gang took out the key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it open.
Inside the door was a darkness as solid as ink.
He reached out and skillfully touched the light switch cord on the wall.
Just as my fingertips were about to touch the pull cord.
A cold hand emerged from the darkness and gripped his wrist tightly like an iron clamp.
A chill ran up my tailbone and straight to the top of my head!
Yu Gang's hair stood on end, and the scream that had been building up in his throat hadn't even had a chance to escape.
"Smack!"
Another hand shot out from behind him like lightning, roughly covering his mouth and suffocating all his cries for help deep in his throat.
Fear caused Yu Gang's eyes to bulge out, and he struggled frantically.
Suddenly, the light cord was pulled down.
The dim light bulb flickered twice before suddenly lighting up, illuminating everything in the room in a stark white light.
Yu Gang's breath hitched.
There were four people standing inside the room.
Four silent youths, like statues, each with eyes as cold as ice, locked onto him.
Especially the young man who grabbed his wrist—that face, those eyes—instantly overlapped perfectly with the demonic figure in his memory who shot and killed Brother Leopard at the restaurant entrance.
Li Qiming covered Yu Gang's mouth, shoved him forward like a dead dog, and hooked the door shut with a bang.
The sound of the lock clicking shut was like the tolling of a death knell.
Li Qiming released his grip.
"Hero! Hero, spare my life! I didn't see anything! I don't know anything!"
Yu Gang's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold cement floor, trembling like a leaf.
Zhang Jianhao looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
He took a piece of paper out of his pocket, slowly unfolded it, and threw it in front of Yu Gang.
It was a sketch.
“Remember this face.” His voice was eerily calm.
Yu Gang raised his head, trembling, and looked at the portrait on the paper. His teeth were chattering. "Hero... I... I'll remember..."
"He is the murderer who shot and killed Brother Leopard outside the Guoyun Hotel," Zhang Jianhao said, stating the facts.
"Yes! Yes! It's him! I'd recognize him even if he were ashes!" Yu Gang's survival instinct made him realize it instantly.
"Go to the police station in half an hour."
Zhang Jianhao's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were issuing an unquestionable command.
"Just say that after you got home, the more you thought about it, the more something seemed off, and you finally remembered what the murderer looked like. Remember, be vague, say it was dark at the time and you only remembered a general outline."
"Good sir, I've got it! I've got it all clearly!" Yu Gang swallowed hard, his throat so dry it felt like it was on fire.
"Yu Gang."
Zhang Jianhao suddenly squatted down, looking Yu Gang, who was kneeling on the ground, at eye level. He said calmly, "I don't want to say anything more about threats. You just need to remember one thing."
"Unless all of us brothers are taken away and shot today."
"Otherwise, as long as one of us is still breathing, you and your family will be prepared to be buried with us."
Yu Gang's body trembled violently, and a strong stench of urine spread uncontrollably.
"Heroes... my heroes... I understand, I understand everything! Rest assured, I will not utter a single word in vain!"
Zhang Jianhao stood up, winked at Li Qiming and the others, and turned to walk towards the door.
The door opened, and the four people filed out, disappearing into the night.
Only after the footsteps had completely faded away did Yu Gang feel as if all the bones in his body had been removed. He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his face filled with the bitterness and despair of surviving a disaster.
...
At the same time, another witness, Su Jianguo, also experienced the same "visit".
However, Li Fuguo did not ask him to go to the police station, but instead told him to forget everything that happened tonight and live as usual.
Zhang Cheng's plan requires both an active accuser and a silent bystander.
Only by mixing truth and falsehood can the case be brought to a swift conclusion in the direction he desires.
...
On the national highway leading to Funing County, the bumpy dirt road was so rough it felt like being sifted through chaff.
A dilapidated red Xiali was parked on the side of the road.
Inside the car, Tiger slapped the young man driving hard on the back of the head, one slap after another.
"If you're going to steal a car, couldn't you at least steal a decent one? This piece of junk stalls after just a couple of steps. I'll die at your hands sooner or later!"
The young man, with a pained expression, covered his head with his hands and explained aggrievedly, "Brother Tiger, it's really not that I don't want to steal the good ones! This wretched place, Funing, there aren't many decent cars. The better ones are all parked in the yard, I just can't bring myself to steal them!"
"Get down there and fix the car!" Tiger was so angry that his eyes were blazing, and he kicked the back of the seat.
The young man scrambled out of the car, opened the hood, and stared blankly at the tangled mess of wires inside.
"I'm not a mechanic..."
He muttered angrily, haphazardly unplugged a few wires, and then plugged them back in by feel.
After fiddling around for a few minutes, he ran back to the car and turned the key.
"Boom boom boom!"
The car miraculously started again.
"Have you managed to contact Huan Ge?" Tiger asked wearily, looking at the slowly crawling car.
"No..." The young man's voice was barely audible.
Tiger frowned: "It's been two months already, what's going on with this bastard? Go to Yiwu and wait for him for another half month. If we still can't get in touch with him, we'll go it alone."
"Brother Tiger, those guys under the back seat... they're not easy to hide," the young man whispered a reminder.
"Clap clap clap!"
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