Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Lin Tian threw Liu Guangqi's headless corpse out of the spiritual spring space as casually as throwing away a bag of garbage.

The body fell with a thud into the shadows of the alley behind the police station, startling several stray cats that were sleeping there that night.

The cat's eyes gleamed green in the darkness. It observed warily for a while before silently disappearing over the wall.

Lin Tian didn't even glance at him before Ghost Shadow turned and walked towards the main entrance of the police station.

The police station entrance was brightly lit.

Two policemen stood guard at the entrance, their expressions serious, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Lin Tian hid in the shadows, watching the two people walk out of the police station.

Director Zhao looked terrible; his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were puffy, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well.

"Director Zhao, I'm leaving this matter to you."

Director Wang's husband, Zhang Jianguo, stopped and turned to face Director Zhao, his voice steady but carrying an undeniable force.

"I hope you can give me and those who died an explanation as soon as possible. I have other matters to attend to at the ministry, so I'll be leaving now."

Director Zhao's lips twitched, and he forced a smile: "Comrade Zhang, rest assured, we will definitely give the deceased's family an explanation."

But inwardly, he sneered:

Explain?

Who should we explain this to?

The Yi family is all gone, the Jia family is all gone, and the Liu family is almost gone too. Only a few kittens and kittens are left.

Given that "evil spirit's" nature of seeking revenge and eliminating all traces of evil, in another two days, even the kittens will probably be gone.

As for whether there are any family members?

That depends on the mood of the evil spirit.

Do I need to explain further?

You should worry about yourself first.

But he didn't say these words.

Director Zhao looked at Zhang Jianguo. "Just a minor minister in one of the departments, does he really think he's my superior?"

This man had been crying in grief ever since he received news of his wife and children's deaths in the afternoon, and he continued to do so after returning to his office.

They kept putting pressure on us, demanding that the case be solved within a specified time, that the murderer be severely punished, and making all sorts of demands.

Zhang Jianguo, don't think that just because we both have the character "Jianguo" in our names, you can be arrogant.

Director Zhao thought to himself, "That evil spirit Lin Jianguo also has the character 'Jianguo' in his name. Why don't you go and put on airs with him?"

What infuriated Director Zhao the most was that the higher-ups had given him three days to solve the case, but Zhang Jianguo had privately demanded that he have a result within two days.

He also implied that he could use his connections within the ministry to put pressure on him.

You think you're so great just because you're a lowly department head?

If you piss me off, I'll quit and let the evil spirits kill you.

But he couldn't say these words; he could only keep them to himself.

So his smile became increasingly stiff, and his eyes grew colder.

"Explain?"

Director Zhao repeated the word, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Comrade Zhang, rest assured, we will definitely find the murderer, but..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "As you know, this case is a bit... special. Some things can't be rushed."

Zhang Jianguo frowned.

He sensed the evasiveness in Director Zhao's words, which made him very dissatisfied.

His wife and children died; what he needs is an explanation, a resolution.

"Director Zhao, I'm not discussing this with you. The Ministry takes this matter very seriously and hopes that your public security organs can demonstrate the necessary efficiency and capability."

Director Zhao's face darkened further.

Is it an order?

When did you, a mere minister, become able to command the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau?

But he suppressed his anger and nodded: "Understood, we will do our best."

"It's not just about trying your best, it's about having to."

Zhang Jianguo corrected him, then turned to leave. After taking two steps, he stopped and turned back to add a sentence.

"Director Zhao, you don't want to get removed from your post, do you?"

These words were spoken softly, but they carried a strong sense of threat.

Director Zhao's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at Zhang Jianguo's seemingly calm face, and he suddenly felt that this man was more cold-blooded than he had imagined.

"Okay! I'll head back now."

Seeing the change in Director Zhao's expression, Zhang Jianguo smiled with satisfaction, but it was fleeting. Then he strode towards the jeep parked by the roadside.

Director Zhao stood there, watching his back, his fist clenching quietly at his side.

Explain?

Go find the evil spirits.

You don't deserve my effort and worry.

In the shadows, Lin Tian's eyes lit up.

Is this Director Wang's husband?

Zhang Jianguo?

Sure enough, we still have to come here to buy goods.

A slight smile appeared on Lin Tian's lips.

I just solved one, and another one came along.

He quietly followed Zhang Jianguo under the cover of darkness.

Zhang Jianguo walked to a black jeep. The driver had already gotten out and was waiting. When he saw his leader coming, he quickly opened the back door.

"Minister, please."

The driver was respectful.

Zhang Jianguo grunted in agreement, bent down and climbed into the car, then pulled his legs inside and closed the door.

The driver went around to the driver's side, opened the car door, and got in.

"Minister, shall we go back to the ministry or to your home?"

no answer.

The driver waited a few seconds, assuming the leader was asleep, and raised his voice slightly: "Minister?"

There has still been no response.

The driver sensed something was wrong.

I just turned my head and looked at the back seat.

Suddenly; abruptly.

Empty.

Zhang Jianguo has disappeared.

The driver was stunned.

He blinked, wondering if he was seeing things.

Didn't the minister just get on the bus?

He watched as the minister got in, closed the door, and then got into the car himself.

The entire process takes no more than ten seconds.

What about people?

The driver suddenly turned his head and looked out the car window.

At the entrance of the police station, Director Zhao was still standing there, talking to several police officers.

With no one else around, it was impossible for Zhang Jianguo to get off the bus in such a short time without being noticed.

"minister?"

The driver called out again, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned into the back seat to examine it closely.

The seats were empty, the floor mats were clean, and there wasn't even a footprint.

The car windows were closed and the doors were locked securely.

The driver's mind went blank.

He got out of the car, walked around the jeep, and checked each door.

They're all locked; you can't open them from the outside.

He leaned out of the car window and looked inside.

The back seat was indeed empty.

"Minister? Minister, you must be joking! Come out here!"

The driver's voice began to tremble.

He tapped on the car window and pulled on the door handle; everything seemed normal except the person was nowhere to be seen.

Hearing the commotion, Chief Zhao, who was standing at the entrance of the police station, frowned and looked over: "Xiao Liu, what's wrong?"

The driver, Xiao Liu, ran over, his face ashen: "Director Zhao, Minister Zhang... Minister Zhang is missing!"

"It's gone?"

Director Zhao was taken aback. "What do you mean? Didn't he get on the bus?"

"He got on the bus! I saw it with my own eyes!"

Xiao Liu was incoherent, "But when I turned around, he was gone, vanished into thin air from inside the car, even though the doors and windows were locked!"

Director Zhao frowned even more deeply.

He strode over to the jeep and inspected it himself.

The back seat was indeed empty, and the car was only so big that it was impossible for a living person to hide inside.

Are you sure he got on the bus?

Director Zhao asked, his voice serious.

"I swear!"

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