What Fu Qingzhu didn’t expect was that in the next second, Yang Xiao slamd the table and rose in anger, "What? Fu, you’re actually involved with an Evil Cultivator?!"
Fu Qingzhu was frightened to a shiver and hastily explained, "No, no, that’s not it! I’m from the Apostles Union."
Hearing this, Yang Xiao slowly nodded his head, still looking at Fu Qingzhu with a hint of suspicion, "That’s good, because I warn you, brother, I’m the investigation team leader of the Patrol Defense Bureau, and I will have nothing to do with Evil Cultivators!"
"Yes, yes, my mistake, I will punish myself with a drink," Fu Qingzhu said, pouring himself a full glass of liquor and downing it in one go.
The tension in the room quickly eased, and Yang Xiao changed the subject, "Fu, did you get your Hanging Rope back?"
"Of course, Qi Family sent soone to deliver it to last night," Fu Qingzhu said, patting the black handbag he had brought and not shying away from the topic.
The two chatted about various topics for a while and then parted ways. Before leaving, Yang Xiao instructed him to take care of his injuries and to contact him at any ti if needed.
Early the next day, Yang Xiao arrived at the Patrol Defense Bureau, and the mont he walked through the office door, he sensed that the atmosphere was off. Everybody was present, and Zhuge Zhijie was burying himself in work at his station with a cardboard sign hanging nearby that read: "Xi nxiu and dogs, keep away."
Seeing Yang Xiao arrive, Xi nxiu ran over, her face full of grievance, "My captain, ah~, what were you telling Zhijie? When did I ever give you 5000 yuan? Da Xiong only gave 2000."
"Da Xiong also acted as a middleman?"
As Yang Xiao turned to look at him, Da Xiong, who had always shown himself as honest, couldn’t help feeling embarrassed and quickly spilled the beans, "Well... it was Ms. Bei who found , I just made a tiny bit of hardship fee from it."
Good, the logic has now co full circle: my 100,000—Beibei 20,000—Da Xiong 5,000—Xi nxiu 2,000—and finally, Zhuge Zhijie who settled for 500 yuan and a night snack.
However, Yang Xiao knew how to break up such a situation; he couldn’t let a little money chill his brothers’ hearts. Yang Xiao smiled, put down his backpack, opened it, and took out several stacks of cash, "Thanks for the hard work, brothers, all of this is thanks to your help. Take one share each."
Yang Xiao divided the cash into five shares, 20,000 yuan each, exactly as much as he had originally promised Beibei.
Indeed, once the money appeared, the atmosphere in the office changed imdiately, and even the hardworking Zhuge Zhijie was drawn over.
"Captain is so generous!" Beibei was the first to grab the two closest stacks of 20,000 yuan and couldn’t stop smiling.
"Thank you, Captain!"
"Our Captain has the makings of a bureau-level official!"
...
After a shower of flattery, Yang Xiao felt like he was on cloud nine; the joy of the wealthy is so simple and unadorned.
Soon, everyone had taken their share, and a stack of 20,000 yuan remained on the table. Yang Xiao packed it into an envelope and placed it on Yu Shu’s desk.
Yu Shu hadn’t arrived yet, but that didn’t stop her from receiving the team benefit. They were a team, and they shared their fortunes together.
Beibei, counting her money with a happy grin, seed to rember sothing and turned to look at Yang Xiao, "Captain, did you hear?"
Yang Xiao blinked, "Hear what?"
"About the case at North City Ancient Forest Mountain Range. They say the scene was terrifying; so of the first officers to enter were so scared they fainted," Beibei said solemnly.
"Yeah, yeah, the victim died in a really grueso way, and the manner of death was terrifying, the neck was stretched out this long." Xi nxiu demonstrated with her hands, indicating a length of at least 30 or 40 centiters.
Upon hearing this, a shock went through Yang Xiao. The manner of death sounded too similar to those killed by Teacher Wang, "Who were the victims?"
Xi nxiu thought for a mont and recollected, "The leader inside seed to have the surna Sun; he was an informant with a long history in Rongcheng. He had a complicated network of relations that was said to be connected with our Patrol Defense Bureau and the Apostles Union, among other places."
With the surna Sun, an informant, and death by an elongated neck, there was no need to think too hard for Yang Xiao to confirm that this was Fu Qingzhu’s doing.
The Sun-surnad man had tricked him, nearly causing him and Yu Mi to die in Huirong Building. It made sense for Fu Qingzhu to seek revenge on him.
At the sa ti, Yang Xiao realized sothing even more dangerous. Last night, he had just t with Fu Qingzhu, accepted his money, and the ghost photo.
The money was one thing, but the ghost photo must have been found on the body of the informant by Fu Qingzhu after he killed him. This ant that if the case was solved and Fu Qingzhu was caught, he would no doubt implicate Yang Xiao. Even though he was innocent and unaware, having the stolen ghost photo would make it impossible for him to clear his na if he was seen as an accomplice.
"What a cunning plan, brother Fu, no wonder you suddenly decided to give a gift. So you were waiting for this mont," Yang Xiao thought coldly to himself. He was well aware of Fu Qingzhu’s intentions. After all, the only people who had actually seen the Hanging Rope kill soone were him and Yu Mi, the survivor of the last mission. As long as they kept silent, there would be no evidence.
"Captain, what’s wrong?" Beibei was sensitive and noticed Yang Xiao’s complexion was not right.
"Nothing much, has there been any progress on the case?" Yang Xiao feigned nonchalance.
"I don’t know, the cri scene isn’t in our jurisdiction, it’s the territory of the 4th Bureau, but it looks like it’s the work of so crazy Angel Envoy again, or maybe an Evil Cultivator. Who can say for sure." Beibei shrugged her shoulders; she was a realist who believed in minding her own business and lived a carefree and thorough life.
"Thump, thump, thump."
There was a knock on the door. The door wasn’t closed, and Yang Xiao turned to look, only to see Ms. Wen, dressed in professional attire, standing at the doorway.
"Ms. Wen!" Beibei ran over and gave Ms. Wen a big hug, "Do you have ti tonight, Ms. Wen? I’ll treat you to a late-night snack."
Ms. Wen smiled and shook her head, then turned to Yang Xiao, "Captain Yang, the Director needs to see you now; he wants you to co right away."
"Alright." Yang Xiao picked up his backpack, which he now carried with him at all tis.
Once inside the elevator, Ms. Wen’s expression turned serious, and her voice lowered, "Captain Yang, soone from the Provincial Bureau has co down to see you by na; the Director asked to remind you to be cautious in what you say. If you don’t know sothing, say you don’t know it. So things you know in your heart are best left there."
Yang Xiao’s brows furrowed; his first thought was that the Drama Robe incident had been exposed. Had the Qi Family betrayed him?
But that shouldn’t be the case; the Flesh Lama and the fused warrior man had already been silenced, and since Fu Qingzhu had done the deed, there should be no way this could be traced back to him.
All sorts of thoughts sprang up in Yang Xiao’s mind. Seeing this, Ms. Wen consoled him, "Don’t worry, with the Director here, they won’t dare to give you too much trouble."
"Thank you, Ms. Wen."
"Just be careful."
Soon the two arrived at the Director’s office door. Ms. Wen knocked on the door, and after getting the Director’s approval, she pushed open the door. Yang Xiao found that there were already three people sitting in the office—a young man in a suit and leather shoes besides the Director.
After Yang Xiao ca in, Ms. Wen closed the door and then left.
"Yang Xiao, these two are investigators from the Provincial Bureau. They have so questions for you," Director Nalan passed a cautious glance to Yang Xiao.
One of the investigators, after confirming Yang Xiao’s identity, looked sowhat apologetically towards Director Nalan, "Director Nalan, would it be alright for us to have a word alone with Captain Yang?"
"Of course, haha, certainly," Director Nalan stood up, gathered so files from his desk, and left the room.
Once Director Nalan had left, one of the investigators, who wore glasses, held a notebook and looked at Yang Xiao seriously, "Captain Yang, do you know Sun Buhuan?"
"I don’t," Yang Xiao spoke frankly.
"Let remind you then, he’s an underground informant in Rongcheng, goes by the nickna ’Fatty Sun.’ He specialized in peddling all sorts of information, making money as a middleman. Just the other evening, he, along with his several bodyguards, was killed. We found their bodies at the North City Ancient Forest Mountain Range."
As he spoke, another investigator took out several photos from his pocket and slid them across the coffee table to Yang Xiao, "Take a look."
Picking up the photos, the grueso scene was shocking. Several people were lying on the ground in disarray, their necks twisted and stretched out abnormally. The worst was a fat man with black skin whose hands were tied behind his back. His neck had been stretched to a length of half a ter, his face contorted in agony, clearly having suffered unimaginable tornt.
Yang Xiao frowned as he looked at the pictures, then inhaled deeply, "This is too horrifying, who could be so heartless and dented?"
The investigator with glasses adjusted his glasses, then suddenly asked, "You’re acquainted with Fu Qingzhu, right?"
"I know him, we even had drinks together last night," Yang Xiao readily admitted.
"Are you close?"
"Not bad. He’s from the Apostles Union in the city. We were teammates on a mission before and had so misunderstandings afterward. You could say we beca friends after a fight," Yang Xiao laughed lightly, talking nonchalantly, as if oblivious to any ulterior motives of the two n.
After a mont, Yang Xiao’s face suddenly changed, as if he had just realized sothing, "What, is he involved in this?"
"We can’t be sure yet, but we’ve extracted your report from your last mission, and we found descriptions of similar scenes," said the investigator.
Hearing this, Yang Xiao picked up the photo again, examined it carefully, and after a while, shook his head, "That’s not right."
"What’s not right?"
"In the nightmare mission I experienced, there was a pattern in how the Ghost killed people; every victim’s body was positioned with their head turned to the right. It was Teacher Wang’s habit from when he was still alive, he hung himself in a classroom with the students’ dreams written on a notice board to his right," Yang Xiao looked straight at the two n, starting to spin a yarn very seriously.
"Really?" The investigator with glasses looked at Yang Xiao skeptically, "But why didn’t you ntion these details in your report?"
The next second, Yang Xiao’s expression turned solemn, he squarely faced the investigators without any avoidance, his deanor exceptionally firm, "Comrade Investigator, what are you implying with your question? Are you questioning my ability, or are you doubting my fundantal loyalty as a mber of the organization?"
"If it’s the forr, I’m open to criticism. If it’s the latter, I need you to give a justified explanation."
Yang Xiao stood tall, exuding the light of righteousness.
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