He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

After receiving the call from the police, Zhang Beixing was overwhelmed with indescribable grief. He rushed to the scene and saw Huo Qisang's already lifeless body. His eyes were filled with endless sorrow, unable to accept this cruel reality.

The police handed Huo Qisang's letter to Zhang Beixing, saying they found it in his clothes. Zhang Beixing took the letter with trembling hands, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened it.

The handwriting on the letter was crooked and messy, clearly written hastily by Huo Qisang before his death. Looking at those familiar yet unfamiliar words, he could almost hear Huo Qisang's voice echoing in his ears.

"Zhang Beixing, by the time you read this letter, I will have already left this world. I know you will be very sad, but please don't grieve for me for too long. This is my own choice. I cannot get rid of the pain and guilt in my heart, so I can only end everything in this way."

Zhang Beixing's eyes welled up with tears. He couldn't imagine how desperate and helpless Huo Qisang must have felt when he wrote those words.

He continued reading: "Zhang Beixing, I know you've been trying to save me, trying to pull me out of the abyss of darkness. But I've sunk too deep, I can't save myself anymore. I can only end it all in my own way. I hope you can understand my decision."

Zhang Beixing's heart was filled with endless grief and anger. He could not accept Huo Qisang's passing, much less accept that he had ended his life in this way. He knew that Huo Qisang had once been a kind and sensitive person, but his autism had made him incompatible with society, ultimately leading him to this tragic end.

He looked up at the busy figures of the police and other personnel, a strange sense of powerlessness welling up inside him. He knew there were too many people like Huo Qisang in this world, lost and unsure how to return to the right path. He hoped to do more to save those lost souls.

Zhang Beixing lowered his head again and continued reading Huo Qisang's letter.

"Zhang Beixing, I still remember our time in college. You were so sunny and enthusiastic back then. You gave me warmth and hope, and made me feel the beauty of humanity. But I can't escape my inner struggles and pain like you. I can only choose to leave this world to find inner peace."

Zhang Beixing's eyes welled up with tears again. He knew that Huo Qisang had tried to find his own way out, but had ultimately been swallowed by darkness. He hoped that Huo Qisang could find his own peace and tranquility in another world.

"Zhang Beixing, I hope you can continue to uphold your beliefs and ideals. You are an excellent police officer, and you use your actions and courage to protect the peace and justice of this society. I believe that as long as you continue to work hard, you will definitely be able to save more people."

Zhang Beixing took a deep breath, folded the letter, and put it back in his pocket.

Standing before Huo Qisang's wife, Madam Huo, Zhang Beixing was filled with determination and a sense of responsibility. He knew that Huo Qisang's passing had dealt a tremendous blow to his family, and as his former roommate and brother, he had a responsibility to take care of them.

Madam Huo's eyes revealed endless sorrow and confusion as she looked at Zhang Beixing, as if she saw a last glimmer of hope. Zhang Beixing took a deep breath, gently took her hand, and whispered, "I will take care of you. You will not be alone."

Mrs. Huo's eyes welled up with tears, and she said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Zhang Beixing. I really don't know what to do. Huo Qisang is gone, leaving me all alone. I feel like my whole world has collapsed."

Zhang Beixing gently patted the back of her hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll always be by your side. We'll get through this together."

Madam Huo nodded slightly, tears silently sliding down her cheeks. She understood that Zhang Beixing genuinely wanted to help them, and this intention brought her a sense of warmth and comfort.

In the time that followed, Zhang Beixing spent as much time as possible by Madam Huo's side, helping her with Huo Qisang's funeral arrangements and taking care of her daily life. He took her for walks and to the movies, trying to help her out of the shadow of grief in various ways.

Mrs. Huo gradually regained some of her former vitality and began to face life again. She knew that even though Huo Qisang had passed away, she still had to live on strongly, for their child and to fulfill Huo Qisang's last wish.

Witnessing Madam Huo's transformation, Zhang Beixing felt a surge of relief. He knew that his efforts had not been in vain, and he had successfully helped Madam Huo regain the courage and hope for life.

However, he also knew that taking care of Mrs. Huo was by no means an easy task.

He needed to invest more time and energy to understand her inner world and her pain and helplessness. But he was willing to do so because it was the last promise he made to Huo Qisang.

As time went by, Zhang Beixing and Madam Huo's relationship grew increasingly close. They were not only friends and family, but also each other's emotional support. They faced life's difficulties and challenges hand in hand, sharing joys and sorrows together.

During this process, Zhang Beixing also deeply realized the importance and responsibility of family. He understood that family is everyone's warmest harbor and our most important support in the world. He decided to cherish his family even more and spend more time and energy accompanying and caring for his family members.

At the same time, he hopes that through his own efforts, more families can be spared from tragedy. He is determined to continue working hard in the police force, using his actions and courage to defend social peace and justice.

In this way, while taking care of Mrs. Huo Qisang, Zhang Beixing not only fulfilled his promise to his brother, but also found his own goal and meaning in life.

As night fell, the city's neon lights cast a cold glow. A group of people hurried across the street, their faces filled with anxiety and tension—they were Huo Qisang's relatives and friends, searching everywhere for Zhang Beixing.

"Where do you think the Zhangbei Guild is going?" one of them asked anxiously, panting.

“I don’t know, but he said he would take care of Huo Qisang’s family. Let’s go there and take a look first,” the other person said calmly.

They arrived at Mrs. Huo Qisang's house. After knocking on the door, Mrs. Huo looked at them with slight surprise: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"We're looking for Zhang Beixing. Do you know where he went?" one of them asked urgently.

Mrs. Huo shook her head: "I don't know either. He was just here, but he received a phone call and left in a hurry."

A collective gasp sank in everyone's hearts as they exchanged worried glances. Then, Mrs. Huo seemed to remember something: "Wait, when he answered the phone, I think I heard him say he was going to some bridge."

"The bridge? Which bridge?" someone asked hastily.

Madam Huo pondered for a moment, "I'm not quite sure, it seems to be... Jiangbin Bridge?" Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically. Jiangbin Bridge was a well-known bridge in their city, and also the place where Huo Qisang's body was found. Could Zhang Beixing have gone there?

Without delay, they immediately drove to the Jiangbin Bridge. The bridge was brightly lit at night, and traffic flowed continuously. After parking, they split up to search for Zhang Beixing's whereabouts on the bridge.

"Zhang Beixing! Zhang Beixing!" they shouted Zhang Beixing's name, but only the howling river wind and the noise of vehicles answered them.

They searched the entire bridge but couldn't find Zhang Beixing. A wave of despair and helplessness washed over them; they didn't know where Zhang Beixing had gone, or what to do next.

Just then, someone's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and his face lit up with surprise: "It's Zhang Beixing!"

He answered the phone and asked anxiously, "Zhang Beixing, where are you? We're all looking for you!"

Zhang Beixing's tired and hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm fine, don't worry. I'm by the river now, I want to be alone."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. They knew Zhang Beixing was a responsible and dependable person who wouldn't easily abandon his responsibilities and promises. But at the same time, they also understood that Zhang Beixing's feelings must be complex and heavy at this moment, and he would need some time to calm down.

"Okay, then you can have some peace and quiet for now. If you need any help, just let us know," one of them said.

Zhang Beixing was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Thank you, I'm really fine. You can go back now, I'll be back in a bit."

Although everyone was somewhat worried, they knew that Zhang Beixing was a person with his own opinions and decisiveness. They believed that Zhang Beixing could handle his own affairs, so they all expressed their understanding and support.

After hanging up the phone, they smiled at each other, and their worries and tensions dissipated considerably.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave the riverside bridge, a sudden loud bang ripped through the night sky, and their tires burst. The enormous impact caused the vehicle to instantly go out of control, and the bodyguards reacted quickly, trying to stabilize the car.

"What's going on?!" the lead bodyguard in the back row shouted, gripping the armrest tightly while quickly drawing his pistol and cautiously surveying his surroundings.

The bodyguard in the driver's seat struggled to control the steering wheel and replied, his face pale, "The tire blew out. Someone might have tampered with it."

At this point, the other bodyguards also got out of the car to check the situation. They discovered that not only had one tire blown out, but all four tires had been destroyed. This was clearly a targeted attack.

"Everyone be careful!" the lead bodyguard shouted a warning. "This could be a premeditated attack. We must remain calm and get out of here as soon as possible."

The bodyguards quickly formed a circle, protecting the lead bodyguard in the center. They cautiously observed the surrounding environment and the crowd, trying to find traces of the attacker.

But just then, another loud crash rang out, and a black sedan slammed into their vehicle. The force of the impact nearly knocked the bodyguards off their feet, and the lead bodyguard was slammed heavily into his seat.

"Damn it!" the lead bodyguard roared, struggling to his feet. "Everyone, prepare for battle!"

The bodyguards reacted swiftly, instantly drawing their guns and knives, and engaged in a fierce firefight with the masked men who poured out of the black sedan. Gunfire flashed, bullets and daggers crisscrossed and danced in the air, tracing chilling paths.

However, these masked men were extremely well-trained and worked in perfect unison. Their roles were clearly defined, their movements swift and decisive, each strike aimed directly at vital points. Soon, one of the bodyguards collapsed to the ground, motionless, under their combined assault. The lead bodyguard's heart clenched, but he knew he had to remain calm and not lose his composure. He shouted orders to the remaining bodyguards to launch a full-scale counterattack, his eyes urgently searching for a way to break the stalemate.

But these masked men didn't seem to be in a hurry to finish the fight; instead, they seemed to be enjoying the thrill of the intense competition. They relentlessly attacked the bodyguards, trying to gradually wear them down. The lead bodyguard knew that the situation was dire and he had to find a way to turn things around as soon as possible, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

While desperately fending off the attacks, he quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to find any resources he could use. Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a familiar figure in the crowd—it was Zhang Beixing! He was standing not far away, quietly observing the chaotic battle.

"Zhang Beixing!" the lead bodyguard shouted, "Come help!" He didn't know why Zhang Beixing was here, nor was he sure if he wanted to get involved in this conflict, but at this moment, only Zhang Beixing could rescue them from their predicament. Hearing the shouts, Zhang Beixing hesitated for a moment, then quickly drew his pistol and sprinted towards the fighting.

The masked man's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and the lead bodyguard and his team were already in dire straits. Just at this critical moment, a sharp shout pierced the night sky like thunder: "Stop!" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall, masked man slowly emerge from the shadows, exuding a chilling aura.

The lead bodyguard's heart skipped a beat; his intuition told him this masked man was no ordinary person. And when he saw the masked man slowly remove his mask, revealing that familiar face, he stared in utter astonishment—it was none other than the top spender in Zhang Beixing's livestream!

"How could it be you?!" the lead bodyguard exclaimed in surprise. "Why are you here?!"

The masked man sneered, "Surprised? I've been keeping an eye on you all along, just waiting for this opportunity."

A strong sense of unease welled up in the lead bodyguard's heart: "Who exactly are you? Why are you attacking us?"

The masked man did not answer directly, but turned his gaze to Zhang Beixing: "Zhang Beixing, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhang Beixing frowned, looking at the masked man in front of him with suspicion and wariness: "Who exactly are you? Why are you doing this?"

The masked man's lips curled slightly upward: "I'm your die-hard fan, and the number one fan in your live stream. I've always supported you and followed you. But recently, I've noticed that you've changed. You're no longer the brave and upright Zhang Beixing I knew. So, I've decided to teach you a lesson and help you find your former self."

Zhang Beixing's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't understand when he had disappointed this fan, nor could he understand why the fan would resort to such an extreme method to "teach" him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself: "If I've done something wrong, you can just tell me directly. But you shouldn't use this method to solve the problem." (End of Chapter)