Zhong Te rode his motorcycle, his body radiating cold air, like a sharp arrow piercing the night, rushing back to the Jiefang Road Police Station.
Before the car had even come to a complete stop, a figure leaped out of the door like a tiger.
It's Zhao Daming.
"Zhong Te, where's Zhang Cheng?"
Zhao Daming's voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Zhong Te got out of the car, deliberately slowing his movements, his face showing extreme exhaustion and feigned guilt.
He didn't answer immediately, but silently showed Zhao Daming a square wooden box that he had been holding tightly in his arms.
It was an urn containing ashes.
Zhao Daming's breath caught in his throat for a moment.
His gaze was fixed on the dark box, as if he wanted to burn a hole in it.
"What...does this mean?"
“Director Zhao,” Zhong Te finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded, “I admit that I have neglected my duties, and I am willing to accept any punishment.”
"I'm asking you, where's Zhang Cheng!" Zhao Daming grabbed Zhong Te by the collar, his eyes bloodshot.
“Director Zhao, he died on the way to the hospital.”
Zhong Te lowered his eyes, his voice trembling slightly.
"I thought that death is the most important thing, so... so I took it upon myself to send him to the crematorium and cremate him. I paid for it myself."
"Zhong Te, I'll fuck your mother!"
All of Zhao Daming's accumulated rationality collapsed in an instant.
A powerful punch, filled with boundless rage and despair, slammed into Zhong Te's eye socket!
"Bang!"
Zhong Te let out a shrill scream and fell backward to the ground, feeling as if his eyeballs were about to burst.
"Old Zhao!"
"Director Zhao!"
Hu Bingyang led several police officers out and tightly embraced Zhao Daming, who was about to pounce on him.
Hu Bingyang snatched the urn that had rolled to the ground, feeling as if it weighed a ton. He realized that his career had probably come to an end at this moment.
"Zhong Te! Do you know you're a policeman?! You dare abuse your power for personal gain and murder! I'll fucking beat you to death today!!!"
Zhao Daming roared like a trapped wild beast, his face contorted with rage, his voice trembling with sobs.
Zhong Te, lying on the ground, covered his eyes, a hint of resentment and smugness peeking through his fingers, while loudly proclaiming his innocence: "Director Zhao! I admit I made a mistake, but you can't slander me out of thin air! He brought the razor blade in himself; it was an accident! At most, I'm guilty of negligence in supervision! I know you and Zhang Cheng are close, but you can't throw mud at me like this!"
"Okay, okay!"
Enraged, Zhao Daming laughed coldly. He struggled violently and yelled at the police officers holding him, "Let the hell off me!!!"
That terrifying aura made everyone instinctively shrink back.
"release!!"
Zhao Daming shouted again.
The police officers looked at each other, and finally cautiously let go.
Zhao Daming was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently. He stared intently at Zhong Te for a few seconds, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead man.
Without a word, he stepped forward and snatched the urn from Hu Bingyang's trembling hand.
Then, he turned around and walked step by step toward his motorcycle.
His shadow stretched extremely long under the streetlights, filled with desolation and deathly silence.
Hu Bingyang opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Holding the urn containing his ashes, Zhao Daming mounted his motorcycle, the engine roared, and he resolutely sped into the night, quickly disappearing from sight.
“Zhong Te, you…” Hu Bingyang looked at Zhong Te, who was struggling to get up from the ground, gave him a thumbs up, and said in an extremely complicated tone, “You’re really brave, but you’re also really brainless!”
After saying that, he sighed, shook his head, and walked back to the police station.
The sky is about to collapse.
...
At the same time, at the Lanjiang Hotel.
Zhong Yaodang, looking refreshed, put on a bathrobe and opened the door.
When he saw the dark box in Zhong Te's hand outside the door, the smile on his face froze instantly.
"This is……?"
“Brother Yaodang.” Zhong Te raised his head, revealing a face etched with grief and exhaustion, and handed the urn containing the ashes forward. “The matter you entrusted to me…”
"It's done."
Holy crap!
Zhong Yaodang felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively took a step back, growling angrily, "Are you crazy?! What are you giving me this thing for? Get out of here!"
"Oh, oh!" Zhong Te seemed oblivious to his disgust, carefully placing the urn against the corridor wall, and asked ingratiatingly, "Brother Yaodang, I've taken care of things for you. So... about the transfer to the Public Security Bureau?"
Zhong Yaodang looked Zhong Te up and down as if he were seeing him for the first time, his lips twitching: "How...did you do this?"
"Back at the station, during the interrogation, something unexpected happened," Zhong Te said vaguely.
"We told everyone it was a recurrence of an old injury and massive bleeding. I took him straight to the crematorium and never let anyone see him again."
"Living people... burned directly?" Zhong Yaodang's voice trembled slightly.
Zhong Te nodded emphatically: "Yes!"
"You fucking...you're ruthless." Zhong Yaodang felt a chill run down his spine, but more than that, he felt a morbid excitement. He patted Zhong Te on the shoulder.
"Well done, very efficient. Don't worry, I'll handle the rest, no one will cause you any trouble. As for the transfer, there's no rush, we'll take it slowly, wait for my good news."
Hehe, now we need to start planning slowly?
Zhong Te sneered inwardly, but put on a face of overwhelming gratitude: "Alright! Then I'll wait for your good news, Brother Yao! I'll head back now!"
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