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

3:30 a.m.

A muddy jeep ripped through the rain and screeched to a halt in the courtyard of the county public security bureau.

The car door opened. Zhang Guodong, the bureau chief, wearing a raincoat, strode into the office building corridor, casually pulling off his dripping raincoat and tossing it to the police officer next to him.

He had just returned from a meeting in the city, his eyes still bloodshot from staying up all night, but he exuded an air of cold, authoritative authority.

As Zhang Guodong walked inside, he took the hot tea mug handed to him by the police officer: "Old Zhou, the things they said on the phone were unclear. What exactly is the situation at the mass grave? Is Han Laowai really dead?"

Zhang Guodong stopped, his brows furrowing deeply: "Where's the body?"

Captain Zhou lowered his voice: "It's still in the mass grave area. I had Lao Ma take two men to guard the site and set up a cordon. We'll examine it more carefully at dawn."

"Who fired the shot?"

"It appears that Zhao Shanhe fired the shot."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Zhang Guodong's eyes: "What did Zhao Shanhe say?"

"He said that Han Laowai and Scarface Liu bought a murderer to kill him." Captain Zhou swallowed hard, his tone becoming extremely serious. "He was forced into a corner and killed Lei Zi's gang in Blind Man's Gully before chasing them all the way to the mass grave."

The corridor fell into a deathly silence.

Zhang Guodong's fingers, holding the cigarette, suddenly paused, and his voice instantly turned cold: "Lei Zi? The Lei Zi who killed a policeman and escaped from prison a few months ago, the one with several murders on his hands?"

Captain Zhou nodded emphatically: "That's what Zhao Shanhe said. But Xiazigou is deep in the mountains and forests, and it was the middle of the night with a torrential downpour, so our people haven't had time to verify it yet."

Zhang Guodong fell silent.

The cold rain outside the window pounded against the glass, making a muffled pattering sound.

A full half minute passed before Zhang Guodong threw the half-smoked cigarette on the cement ground and stubbed it out with his leather shoe: "As soon as it's light tomorrow, immediately dispatch a crack team with guns to Xiazigou to verify the scene."

After saying that, he turned and strode towards the small, lit-up hut on the side of the courtyard: "Now, let's interrogate Scarface Liu."

Captain Zhou paused for a moment, then quickly followed: "Director Zhang, shouldn't we interrogate Zhao Shanhe first? He's the primary person involved."

Zhang Guodong laughed and said with brisk steps, "Based on my judgment of Zhao Shanhe, since he dared to sit obediently in the interrogation room waiting for me, he must have already figured out the whole game. It's useless to interrogate him now; you won't get a single word out of him if he doesn't want to say something."

He walked to the side room door, his eyes turning as cold and sharp as a blade: "We might as well interrogate Scarface Liu first. That old fox just crawled out of the jaws of death and watched his son, whom he could hardly count on, being driven away. He's at his most vulnerable and vulnerable now. If we don't pry his mouth open now, once he recovers from that fear, he'll start spouting nonsense again."

With a creak.

Zhang Guodong pushed open the wooden door of the side room.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood and iodine.

Old Qin, the old forensic doctor in the bureau, was wearing rubber gloves and his hands were covered in blood as he used gauze to fix the broken lower leg of Scarface Liu.

Zhang Guodong walked in and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Old Qin didn't even look up, his movements swift and decisive: "Multiple comminuted fractures, three broken ribs, and a dislocated jaw that we just fixed. I can only do emergency hemostasis and immobilization here. The injury is too severe; I'm afraid we'll have to take him to a proper county hospital tonight, otherwise he won't make it past noon tomorrow."

Zhang Guodong looked down at Scarface Liu, who was screaming in agony on the wooden bed, and said in a cold, emotionless tone: "That's good. As long as he can still speak and isn't dead, that's fine."

As long as I can still speak, I'm not dead.

When he saw Zhang Guodong, who was wearing a military overcoat and had a somber expression, his slurred mouth twitched twice.

As if he had seen a savior again, tears mixed with blood streamed down his face. He writhed desperately, his half-crippled body screaming, "Director Zhang! Director Zhang, you must do justice for me! I'm innocent... I'm truly innocent!"

"injustice?"

Zhang Guodong lowered his eyelids, looking at the blood-covered old face on the wooden bed, his voice completely flat.

"Scarface Liu, you know in your heart whether you're innocent or not."

Scarface Liu's lips trembled, his face smeared with tears, snot, and blood: "Director Zhang, I'm truly innocent! I was just passing by. I saw Zhao Shanhe commit murder, and I was afraid he'd silence me, so I..."

"Just passing by?"

Zhang Guodong interrupted him.

He turned to Captain Zhou: "What's going on at the tunnel entrance?"

Captain Zhou immediately said, "There are signs of long-term use at the entrance of the tunnel in the mass grave. There are fresh scratches on the tunnel walls, and bloodstains and drag marks on the ground."

Zhang Guodong then asked, "Where did Scarface Liu come from?"

"Near the tunnel entrance."

Zhang Guodong nodded and looked at Scarface Liu again.

You were passing by a mass grave in the middle of the night.

"We just happened to be passing by the entrance to a tunnel."

"And it just so happens that I'm with Han Laowai, Qiang, and Jintiao."

His tone was flat. But every word was like a rusty nail, driven deep into the flesh.

"Scarface Liu, do you think the county public security bureau is a teahouse, or your own fur shop?"

Scarface Liu's face twitched violently, and he immediately pounded the bed, wailing, "I really don't know what happened with that hole! I was tricked into going there by Han Laowai! He held a gun to my head, he forced me!"

"Did Han Laowai force you?"

Zhang Guodong sneered.

"What about Lei Zi?"

Scarface Liu's crying stopped abruptly, like a duck being choked.

Zhang Guodong stared at him: "Where did Lei Zi come from?"

Why did he lead his men to intercept Zhao Shanhe at Xiazigou?

Scarface Liu's eyes darted around, his mouth full of blood and foam, trembling as he stammered, "Lei Zi... I don't know Lei Zi... He was found by Han Laowai..."

"it is good."

Zhang Guodong nodded.

"You're not familiar with Lei Zi. Han Laowai, you were forced into this too."

"You don't know anything about tunnels, you've never seen gold bars, and guns are none of your business."

He leaned down, getting close to Scarface Liu's face: "Then tell me, what exactly in tonight's case is related to you?"

Scarface Liu let out a wheezing sound from his throat.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Guodong straightened up, his voice even colder: "You don't have to say anything."

"After daybreak, I led people to the tunnel in the mass grave and dug back along the wind and soil layers."

"I'll find out where it leads sooner or later; you can't escape responsibility!"

Scarface Liu's one eye suddenly shrank.

This change did not escape Zhang Guodong's notice, and he continued, "Now that you've spoken up yourself, that's called voluntarily confessing."

"When it's light tomorrow, we'll dig up the irrefutable evidence from underground and slap it in your face. That's called stubborn resistance and refusing to repent."

"The difference between these two situations in court is a few bullets. You've managed to get your son a police officer in the bureau, so you should understand this better than anyone else."

When his son was mentioned, Scarface Liu began to tremble.

Zhang Guodong suddenly changed the subject: "Liu Cheng is a good policeman."

Scarface Liu froze.

Zhang Guodong looked at him and said in a deep voice, "This kid has a rare stubbornness and a strong sense of justice. Several leaders in the bureau have held a private meeting and they all value him highly and are preparing to cultivate him as a key member of the next generation of criminal investigation personnel."

"On the night of the Wang family clan's disturbance, he was hit several times on the face and legs, but he didn't back down an inch. He's got guts."

"But tonight, you shouted his name frantically in front of all his comrades."

Zhang Guodong stared intently at Scarface Liu's one cloudy eye, pressing him with each word, "How do you think he'll be able to get along with his colleagues in the bureau from now on?"

Scarface Liu's lips trembled violently.

He stared intently at the dim ceiling, tears streaming down his face mixed with blood, a hoarse "hoarse" sound coming from his throat, but he could no longer utter a single word.

He fell completely silent.

It was as if his spine had been ripped out; he lay limp on the wooden bed like a lump of mud, too exhausted to even struggle.

Looking at his utterly despondent state, Zhang Guodong's voice was low but like a hammer blow to the heart: "You're already rotten to the core, so don't drag your child down with you."

"Be honest with yourself about everything you've done."

After saying that, Zhang Guodong didn't waste any more words.

He took a small object wrapped in oil paper from Captain Zhou and slowly placed it in front of Scarface Liu.

A section of blackened silver watch chain was visible through the oiled paper.

Scarface Liu's one eye suddenly widened.

In that instant, he even forgot the pain of his broken leg.

Looking at his reaction, Zhang Guodong's voice was as cold as ice: "This is a pocket watch, with the character '田' (field) engraved on it."

"There's also a route map with handwriting that looks a lot like yours."

"We found both of these items in Han Laowai's undergarments."

The color had completely drained from Scarface Liu's face.

He stared intently at the broken watch chain, his lips trembling like a leaf: "No...it can't be..."

"That old bastard said... said it's hidden in the dead pit..."

As soon as he said it, Scarface Liu froze.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Captain Zhou's eyes sharpened.

Forensic doctor Lao Qin's hand, holding the scissors, froze in mid-air.

Zhang Guodong slowly closed the oil paper package again and weighed it in his hand.

He looked at Scarface Liu, who lay stiff as a corpse on the wooden bed, and his eyes turned completely cold and fierce.

"So that's what happened to Lao Tian back then."

"It really was you, you bastard, who did it."

Scarface Liu stared wide-eyed at the air, his throat emitting extremely broken gasps.

In front of him, Zhang Guodong casually tossed the oil paper package into the tray next to him.

A crisp "clang" sounded.

The sound struck a nerve in Scarface Liu, making him shudder violently.

"It's just a fake pocket watch."

Zhang Guodong looked down at him, his voice chillingly cold: "Back when Lao Tian was murdered, the case file did indeed record that a silver watch was missing from his person. I just grabbed a random watch to trick you."

Upon hearing this, Scarface Liu's mind went blank.

Overwhelmed by utter absurdity and despair, he vomited a mouthful of blood onto his chin.

He was actually tricked by the bureau chief in front of him with a fake watch, which revealed the deepest secrets hidden in his heart!

Scarface Liu's one cloudy eye was bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth, as if he couldn't understand the last thing even in death: "Then... then how did you know there was a map?!"

Zhang Guodong stared at his desperate face, his voice as steady as iron.

"I guessed."

Upon hearing those three words, Scarface Liu froze.

Zhang Guodong looked at him, his tone revealing the cold-blooded wisdom of a veteran criminal investigator who had seen through human nature:

"A dead man's pocket watch is enough to prove that Han Laowai killed someone, but it has nothing to do with you, Scarface Liu."

"Han Laowai is the kind of guy who won't act until he sees a clear benefit. If he wants to keep you under his thumb for a long time and prevent you from turning the tables on him, he'll definitely have solid evidence that can send you straight to the execution ground."

Zhang Guodong leaned down slightly, his gaze sweeping across Scarface Liu's face like a blade: "So I guess, when you conspired together back then, you must have left behind some indelible evidence."

"When I tricked you out of your pocket watch, I casually mentioned a route map."

Zhang Guodong straightened up and coldly looked at the old rogue who had completely collapsed on the bed: "I didn't expect you to take full responsibility for everything."

Scarface Liu stared intently at the oil paper package in Di's tray.

The last glimmer of life in his eyes vanished completely.

"Director Zhang, you've got some tricks up your sleeve... I plead guilty."

He lay limp on the wooden bed, each word like blood seeping from between his teeth, carrying a deathly ashes of resignation.

Zhang Guodong gave him a cold look, showing no sign of the joy of victory.

"Old Qin, treat his wounds properly, don't let him die."

Zhang Guodong left those words behind, turned and walked towards the door, the hem of his military overcoat drawing a sharp arc in the wind.

Captain Zhou hurriedly followed him out, and the two stood in the shadows of the corridor.