Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

"father?"

As soon as he uttered that sound, Scarface Liu's one cloudy eye suddenly lit up.

It was as if he had grabbed a lifeline from the brink of death; a surge of strength seemed to come from nowhere, and he struggled desperately. "Chengzi!"

"Nariko!"

"Father's here! Father's here!"

"Please save Dad! He's in so much pain!"

"They're going to kill Dad!"

The two police officers holding him almost couldn't hold him down.

Scarface Liu dragged his broken leg and tried desperately to crawl toward Xiao Liu, leaving a bloody trail as half of his body scraped against the mud.

"Chengzi! Tell them quickly!"

"I'm your father!"

"I'm not a bad person! I'm really not a bad person!"

"Dad was just passing by! Dad really was just passing by!"

"Hurry and tell them to take Dad to the hospital! Dad's leg is broken, his arm is broken, and his chest hurts... Dad's going to die!"

Xiao Liu stood on the steps, his face as white as paper.

He looked at Scarface Liu, whose face was covered in blood, and then at Zhao Shanhe, whose wrists were handcuffed. His mind was in complete turmoil.

The slight surprise I felt when I saw Zhao Shanhe earlier has been shattered by what I saw before me.

He turned sharply to look at Captain Zhou, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Captain Zhou! What... what exactly happened?"

Captain Zhou looked at him but did not answer immediately.

Cold rain dripped down the brim of the police cap.

After a full two seconds of silence, Captain Zhou spoke in a completely emotionless and extremely businesslike tone: "Liu Cheng."

"Your father is a key figure in tonight's major murder case."

Xiao Liu's already pale face turned even paler, and his lips began to tremble: "The person involved?"

Upon hearing those three words, Scarface Liu on the ground was so anxious that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"What suspect?! I'm the victim!"

Scarface Liu struggled desperately, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Chengzi! Don't listen to their nonsense! Your father was killed by Zhao Shanhe! He stole the gold and murdered him to cover it up! Please save your father!"

"Shut up!"

Captain Zhou turned around abruptly, letting out a thunderous shout.

Scarface Liu shuddered at the chilling aura emanating from the veteran detective, and the rest of his words caught in his throat.

Captain Zhou turned his head again, his sharp gaze fixed on Xiao Liu's face: "You can't hear about the specific details of the case, nor can you ask about them."

Xiao Liu's lips trembled violently, and he subconsciously took half a step forward: "Captain Zhou, I..."

"without you."

Captain Zhou interrupted him mercilessly, his tone as stern as a knife: "The person involved in the case is your father. According to disciplinary regulations, from now on, you are not allowed to contact him, handle evidence, participate in questioning, or listen to any part of the case!"

These words were like a bucket of ice water, chilling Xiao Liu to the bone.

Scarface Liu on the ground completely panicked. His plan to turn the tables by relying on his son instantly failed, and he howled like a pig being slaughtered again: "Why! He's my son! I'm his biological father! I've been beaten like this, why can't he do anything about it? You're bullying me!"

Captain Zhou looked down coldly at the mess, his voice chillingly cold: "Precisely because he's your son, he can't interfere. If you really care about him, shut your mouth now!"

Scarface Liu choked abruptly, his mouth agape, blood dripping from his chin into the muddy water, but he dared not utter a single syllable.

"Liu Cheng!" Captain Zhou's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable command, "Now, get back to your post immediately!"

Xiao Liu stood stiffly on the steps.

Cold rain streamed down his pale cheeks, and his mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts.

What exactly happened?

Why did her own father, who usually honestly ran a shop in town, become a "suspect in a major murder case" in Captain Zhou's words? Why was he beaten so badly and brought back with Zhao Shanhe, who was respected by everyone in the bureau?

He knew nothing; the immense shock and bewilderment made it difficult for him to even breathe, and his hands and feet were as cold as ice.

He turned his head blankly, glanced at his father who was standing in the mud with eyes full of despair, and then subconsciously looked at Zhao Shanhe standing in the rain.

Despite the cold rain, Zhao Shanhe, with his hands cuffed behind his back, still stood ramrod straight.

Looking at the young police officer in front of him, who was completely bewildered and at a loss, Zhao Shanhe's cold and hard face remained expressionless.

Meeting Xiao Liu's unfocused gaze, he slightly lowered his chin and nodded very little.

This simple action, without any comforting words, acted like a stabilizing force, pulling Xiao Liu back from the brink of despair and showing him the only path he should take at this moment.

Xiao Liu's Adam's apple bobbed with great difficulty.

He didn't look at Scarface Liu in the mud anymore. Instead, he turned around in a daze, stood at attention facing Captain Zhou, and like a rusty puppet, squeezed out a single word from his dry throat:

"Yes."

After saying that, he stumbled back to the duty room, like a walking corpse whose soul had been drained.

The rain outside was getting heavier.

Scarface Liu lay sprawled in the mud, watching the heavy cotton curtain fall, the light in his eyes gradually extinguished.

He knew that he had truly fallen into a bottomless pit this time.

Captain Zhou withdrew his gaze and waved his hand: "Take the man inside! Xiao Li, go to the backyard and call Old Qin over to treat the dog's injuries. The rest of you, seal the evidence, make notes, and wait for Director Zhang to return!"

"yes!"

Several officers immediately sprang into action.

Two young police officers lifted up the limp, scarred Liu and half-dragged, half-carried him toward the side room.

Scarface Liu's broken leg plowed a crooked, dark red welt in the mud, and he was in so much pain that all he could hear was the sound of his panting, like a broken bellows.

He desperately tried to turn his head to look at the steps of the main house.

But the thick cotton curtain had already fallen heavily, completely obscuring the thin figure in the police uniform inside.

The two characters "Liu Cheng" that he had just been clutching like a lifeline now felt like a red-hot iron, stuck to the back of his tongue, so hot that he dared not utter a single word.

"Hurry up!"

Captain Zhou coldly ordered, "Stop the bleeding first, don't let him die in the station."

"yes!"

Scarface Liu was dragged into the side room, and the wooden door slammed shut behind him.

Those muffled, piercing groans were blocked behind the door, instantly becoming low and muffled.

The only sound in the yard was the cold rain hitting the roof of the jeep and the muddy puddles.

Zhao Shanhe stood in the cold rain, without saying a word from beginning to end.

From Xiao Liu's breakdown and exit to Scarface Liu being dragged away in despair, there wasn't a trace of extra pleasure or mockery on his cold, hard face.

He simply lowered his eyelids calmly and looked at the Azure Dragon beside his legs.

The Azure Dragon lay half-lying in the mud, its injured shoulder still trembling uncontrollably, but its front paws were still gripping the frozen ground tightly, as if it was trying to stand up and follow Zhao Shanhe into the house.

Black Dragon lay prone beside him, the wolf hair on his back standing on end, his eerie green eyes fixed on the closed wooden door to the side, a low, aggressive growl rumbling in his throat.

Zhao Shanhe said in a low voice, "Alright."

"He can't escape."

As soon as the master spoke, the rumbling sound in the black dragon's throat slowly subsided, and it lowered its body again.

Captain Zhou watched this scene from two steps away, and his assessment of the tall man's danger rose even higher.

In that situation, anyone who was being relentlessly attacked, no matter how shrewd they were, would have shown some schadenfreude or anger in their eyes.

But Zhao Shanhe showed no emotion whatsoever.

He was like someone standing on a cloud looking down at a toad floundering in the mud. He had long seen through Scarface Liu's tricks and was certain that the self-righteous lifeline would only strangle the old rogue himself in the end.

Captain Zhou withdrew his gaze and turned to the officers beside him: "Take Comrade Zhao Shanhe to Interrogation Room Number One."

"Remember the rules: no one is allowed to visit or ask questions before Director Zhang returns."

"yes!"

Two police officers stepped forward and led Zhao Shanhe to the house on the east side, one on each side.

It was a specially designed closed-door room used for intensive interrogations of serious offenders.

The heavy iron-clad wooden door was pushed open by the police officers, the hinges making a dry, harsh friction sound.

The interrogation room was dark, with only a low-wattage, dim incandescent bulb hanging in the air. The room was filled with a musty smell, as if it had never seen sunlight for years, and a biting cold.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Shanhe stepped inside with steady steps.

He walked to the iron interrogation chair welded to the cement floor, turned around very naturally, and sat down with an air of authority.

His back remained ramrod straight, and the steel handcuffs on his wrists gleamed coldly in the dim light.

boom.

The interrogation room door was slammed shut by the officers from the outside, and the lock clicked shut.

The sound of wind and rain in the courtyard was instantly and completely shut out by this heavy door.

Captain Zhou stood alone under the eaves, raised his rough palm and vigorously wiped the icy rain off his face, then casually pulled out a slightly damp cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He struck a match, the faint light reflecting in his unusually solemn eyes.

Tonight's mess is even deeper and darker than the one he was rehearsing on the way here.

The ruthless bandit Han Laowai is dead.

Scarface Liu, a local bully barely clinging to life in town.

Zhao Shanhe, a ruthless man who keeps his true abilities hidden.

In addition, there's Xiao Liu from the criminal investigation team, who's in an extremely awkward position.

Guns, gold bars, tunnels, and torrential rain overnight.

Captain Zhou took a deep drag on his cigarette. The pungent smoke filled his lungs, and he suddenly realized that a layer of cold, white sweat had seeped out of his back.