Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 212: Not an assassination, but embezzlement?

"Heh, who knows if the address you gave me is real or fake?" Cao Weida sneered disdainfully, his eyes filled with a 'Do you think I'm a fool?' look.

"What if it's fake? Wouldn't I lose both my wife and my money?"

"Really, hero, my life is in your hands, how could I dare to lie!" Liu Huai raised his hand to swear, looking very confident, but his eyes were darting around imperceptibly.

The phone just rang, but he didn't answer it. The bodyguards outside will definitely get suspicious and might come in right away.

Once the bodyguards come in, he'll have room to maneuver; he has to hold on a little longer!

Seeing his appearance, Cao Weida already guessed that he was up to no good.

She sneered inwardly, pulled him up, dragged him to the table, and sat him down, pressing the dagger against his throat: "Since you've said so, I'll believe you this once."

"If I can sneak in once, I can sneak in twice. If you dare give me a fake address, I'll make sure you lose your head next time! Write it down now!"

"Yes, yes, I'll write it right away, I'll write it right away." Liu Huai hurriedly agreed, picked up paper and pen and started writing, but he wrote very slowly, clearly trying to procrastinate.

"Trying to play tricks on me?" Cao Weida's voice turned cold, and the dagger in his hand instantly moved closer.

hiss~~
Liu Huai's expression changed instantly. The stinging pain in his throat and the sensation of liquid sliding down his throat reminded him that his skin had been cut!
"Don't get agitated, sir! I'll write faster, please move the dagger away a bit first."

"What a spineless coward, always needing to suffer!" Cao Weida sneered, slightly withdrawing the dagger from his hand. "Hurry up and write! If you dare to play any tricks again, you won't need to write anymore!"

"Yes, yes, I'll write it, I'll write it right now!" Liu Huai was terrified; this person was practically a plague!

He had no doubt that if he dared to harbor any further thoughts, the dagger at his throat would slit his throat without hesitation.
He wrote quickly, but in order to buy time, he wrote three addresses on the paper in a row.

After putting down his pen, he handed over the paper ingratiatingly, saying, "Good sir, I've finished writing. Here you go."

Cao Weida took the paper, glanced at it, and couldn't help but sneer, "Are you sure these addresses are real?"

"Of course, these addresses are real! My life is in your hands, how could I dare to lie to you, right?" Liu Huai replied confidently, but inwardly he was cursing the bodyguard at the door for not coming in for so long.

"You're waiting for those people outside, aren't you?" Cao Weida sneered as he casually stuffed the note into his pocket. "Don't worry, they've already gone down to scout ahead for you."

Liu Huai was shocked and stammered, "No, sir, we must keep our word when we travel the world! I've already given you the address, you can't go back on your word!"

"Heh, it's true that one must be trustworthy when traveling the world, but are you sure the addresses you gave me are correct?" Cao Weida's tone was low, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"You think your little tricks can fool me? Do you think I'm stupid?!"

"Both of these addresses belong to registered households and have absolutely nothing to do with you. Do you think I don't know that?!"

"There's another address that's probably a trap too. If I remember correctly, it's one of the Japanese's secret outposts."

"What, you're planning to send me to go with the Japanese devils to ask for money?"

"Liu Huai, Liu Huai, your conscience is absolutely wicked!"

"It seems you don't take what I say seriously. Well then, I'm sorry, I'll have to send you to see your subordinates!"

Liu Huai's expression suddenly changed; he hadn't expected Cao Weida to see through his little trick!

How does he know so much about these things?!

Without time to think further, Liu Huai slammed his head back, attempting to break free from Cao Weida's grasp of the dagger while simultaneously smashing it aside.

The idea was good, but problems arose in its implementation.

Before his head could hit Cao Weida, the dagger suddenly hooked and then slashed across his throat with lightning speed.

"Forehead"

Liu Huai's eyes widened, his hands clutching his blood-soaked neck, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing in despair.

"You brought this all on yourself! Who told you to become a traitor and aid the wicked!" Cao Weida squatted down, coldly looking at Liu Huai, who wasn't quite dead yet. He wiped his dagger on Liu Huai's body and said in a cold voice:
"Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. Killing you like this is far too lenient!"

"Don't worry, after you die, your reputation won't disappear. You'll be nailed to the pillar of shame and infamous for eternity!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Huai convulsed even more violently, his eyes filled with hatred and regret.

She couldn't believe that her life would end like this.

But no matter what, it was already too late to turn the tide.

The fear of death gripped his heart, his eyes gradually became unfocused, and the convulsions gradually subsided.

Cao Wei Da watched him slowly die without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

If possible, he would actually prefer to hand over such a traitor and scoundrel to Liu Zhan, so that he could "take good care" of this scoundrel and make him suffer even in death!
After confirming the death, he disgustedly kicked the body aside, and then proceeded to ransack the room.

They searched drawers, hidden compartments in wardrobes, and hidden compartments behind calligraphy and paintings, finding a considerable amount of gold, US dollars, and silver dollars. Afterwards, they went upstairs and ransacked the place, finding many antique calligraphy and paintings, pearls, and jade.

After packing everything into his spatial storage, Cao Weida looked out the second-floor window at the guards in the courtyard.

There weren't many guards in the courtyard, just two teams of five men each.

Cao Wei Da's eyes darted around, and an idea popped into his head.

The next day.

Headquarters of the Beiping Military Police Command.

"idiot!!"

Miyamoto Ichiro stared in disbelief at the corpse being carried out of the Western-style building. His face felt as if it had been slapped repeatedly, one slap on the left and one on the right, and he felt waves of pain.

During this period, assassinations were frequently carried out in Beiping, causing the Japanese troops and traitors throughout the city to tremble with fear. As the commander of the military police, he was constantly overwhelmed with problems.

The previous assassination attempt hadn't even subsided when this happened again—it's unbelievable.
Bageya Road!!!

Along with Liu Huai, the bodies of five guards, two gatekeepers, and two bodyguards were also carried out.

Looking at the corpses neatly laid out on the open ground, Miyamoto Ichiro's forehead twitched incessantly.

If this continues, the traitors and lackeys in Beiping will all feel insecure, which will be an extremely dangerous sign for their rule in Beiping!
A coroner was carefully examining the body when he got up and took off his gloves and mask.

"So, what's the result?"

Miyamoto Ichiro immediately asked.

The coroner said, "Commander Miyamoto, based on my deduction, this should be a premeditated assassination attempt by an insider seeking financial gain!"

"An insider assassinating me for money?!" Miyamoto Ichiro's rage suddenly faltered, replaced by a hint of surprise. He quickly asked, "Are you sure?"

If this assassination attempt was not orchestrated by rebels, then the pressure on his shoulders will immediately be greatly reduced.

He stared intently at the coroner, hoping to get the answers he wanted from him.

The coroner shook his head: "I can't be sure."

Miyamoto Ichiro gritted his teeth, and the next second, the coroner said, "However, that's probably the case."

He pointed to the corpses of the two guards on the ground and said, "Commander Miyamoto, please look. These two men were guards at the gate. They did not put up any resistance before they died. It is clear that they were killed by a close-range blow."

"To be able to approach two people silently and kill them in an instant without them noticing, while not impossible, would require an extraordinary level of skill?"

“Look here again.” He pointed to two bodyguards. “According to the remaining people in the courtyard, these two are Liu Huai’s bodyguards. They have been guarding Liu Huai’s door. Like the previous two, they were also killed with a single blow.”

"These two were trained fighters, quite skilled, and they were killed while fully conscious."

"Therefore, I have reason to suspect that this was an inside job, and only someone who knows the victim could get close enough to strike without warning!"

An officer standing nearby disagreed: "But I've inquired, and there are only these people in the courtyard, not a single one missing. You can't say that the assassin killed himself in the end, and that the assassin is one of these corpses, can you?"

The coroner said with a wise expression, "No, the assassin is not here. One of these bodies has been switched!"

He pointed to the five remaining corpses on the ground, looking completely at ease.

"These five bodies have deliberately injured their faces, making their features somewhat indistinct. This was intentional on the part of the murderer. I'm certain that at least one of them wasn't originally part of the patrol team!"

Miyamoto Ichiro quickly sent people to identify the body. Although the faces were mostly damaged, they were people he had worked with day and night, and they eventually managed to identify that one of the bodies was indeed not from the original patrol team.

"Yoshi!" Miyamoto Ichiro was overjoyed. So this was indeed not the work of the rebels, but rather someone who had embezzled and was greedy for money!
But before he could be happy for long, the officer who had previously raised the question asked another one:

"How do you explain the fact that the power lines on the top of the wall were cut and the barbed wire in the corner was cut?"

"If it was an inside job, why would they go through all this trouble?"

The coroner said, "This was exactly the killer's smokescreen, an attempt to make us believe that the crime was committed by an outsider."

"But."

"Baka!" Seeing that he was about to ask another question, Miyamoto Ichiro could no longer hold back and slapped him across the face, roaring:
"Oguchi Yasutoshi, are you ever going to stop?!"

"The matter is very clear. This case was caused by an insider who was greedy and colluded with others to kill Liu Huai, then donated the money and fled!"

"If you dare to spout any more nonsense, I, the commander, will absolutely not let you off the hook!"

(End of this chapter)