Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Inside the small auditorium of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee, the sky was already turning white.

A red file folder was laid out in front of Li Dakang, containing eleven agreements, seven audio recordings, and three bank credit warning letters, which he pressed into the folder one by one, pressing the opening flat with his own hands.

The person in charge of the organization sat at the side table, his pen hovering over the receiving form, occasionally glancing up at the person in the main seat.

Li Dakang stuffed the last copy in and raised his hand to rub his temples.

"Remember, what you're submitting today is the truth, not a complaint. Anyone who embellishes the facts is handing Chu Pingshan a knife."

None of the entrepreneurs dared to respond.

Mr. Tan clutched the mineral water bottle, a dent forming on the surface. "Secretary Li, we've submitted the materials, but what if the bank withdraws the loan tomorrow?"

Li Dakang glanced at him but did not slam his fist on the table.

This actually made the room quieter.

"If you're worried about the loan being withdrawn, you can take the materials back now." He pushed the red bag forward half an inch. "I'm not forcing you. But I'm telling you this: if you don't leave evidence today, you won't even have the right to complain tomorrow."

A young boss lowered his head, and the pen in his hand fell onto the table with a clatter.

Nobody picked it up.

The secretary rushed in and handed the phone to Li Dakang's ear. "It's Secretary Gao on the phone."

Li Dakang took the phone, but didn't leave his seat; he simply leaned back in his chair.

"Gao Yuliang, I've collected all the materials. And you're telling me to keep quiet?"

There was the sound of turning pages on the other end of the phone.

Gao Yuliang said calmly, "Don't make your voice heard publicly. Saying it at the provincial party committee meeting is more effective than shouting it a hundred times at the door."

Li Dakang's hand pressed against the red bag, his knuckles turning white. "I can tolerate this. But you have to promise me I'll have a place to speak at the meeting."

Several people in the small auditorium subconsciously looked up.

There was a two-second pause on the phone.

"I'll give you the place to start the fire; you're responsible for burning it through."

Li Dakang closed his eyes, forcefully suppressing the anger in his chest.

"it is good."

He hung up the phone, picked up a black pen, and wrote on the red bag cover: "Abnormal Price Reduction Situation of Jingzhou Assets".

The characters are heavy.

The back of the paper is almost soaked through.

The secretary had just breathed a sigh of relief when another person rushed in through the door, his face pale.

"Secretary Li, the General Office of the Provincial Government just issued a temporary notice that the Provincial Party Committee will first discuss the overreach of the political and legal system in protecting witnesses tomorrow."

The room erupted in chaos.

"Isn't this just turning the tables?"

"The witnesses were even brought to the hospital, and you're still overstepping your authority?"

"Are they trying to subdue Secretary Gao first?"

Li Dakang remained silent.

He stared at the red bag for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent chills down the secretary's spine.

"OK."

He handed the red bag to his secretary.

"Then let them sing first. Singing high will make it easier for their voices to crack."

……

At 2 p.m., outside the interrogation room of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission, the corridor floor tiles were polished to a shine.

A joint review team of six entered the room carrying a letter. The leader was a deputy secretary-general of the provincial government office, who was in his forties, with neatly combed hair and leather shoes that left no dust on the ground.

There were three registration tables set up at the entrance.

Personnel list.

Question outline.

Electronic equipment is sealed up.

The deputy secretary-general stopped in his tracks, his face immediately darkening.

"Secretary Gao, what does this mean? The joint investigation team is carrying out its work in accordance with the law, and your Political and Legal Affairs Commission is setting up a checkpoint at the entrance?"

Gao Yuliang stood by the door of the interrogation room, holding a thermos cup with the lid still on.

"It wasn't me who set up the roadblock; it was the silenced gun that set it up last night."

The corridor fell silent for a moment.

Someone in the back of the investigation team frowned. "Secretary Gao, you can't say that. Individual public security cases shouldn't affect the province's unified investigation."

Qi Tongwei stood beside the registration table, his left sleeve now wrapped in clean gauze, his face colder than the wall.

He pushed a bag of evidence photos onto the table.

In the photo, firefighter suits, silenced guns, hidden compartments in a cleaning vehicle, and fake passes are lined up in a row.

The member of the review team glanced at it and pursed his lips.

Lu Yike turned the registration form to a blank page. "Please register according to the form. The original of the questioning outline must be kept. No leading questions may be added after entering the interrogation room. Cell phones, voice recorders, and smartwatches must all be sealed."

The deputy secretary-general slammed the letter on the table.

"Director Lu, are you interrogating us?"

Lu Yike looked up, her pen pausing.

"I'm protecting you. Last night, someone used a fake seal from the joint investigation team's logistics department to commit murder at the hospital. Today, whoever leaves no trace is the easiest target for accusations."

The discipline inspection cadre sitting next to him coughed.

He didn't say anything, he just pushed the sealed bag forward.

The members of the review team looked even uglier, and one by one they pulled out their phones.

Click.

The first sealed bag was closed.

Click again.

the second.

The only sound in the corridor was the clatter of plastic seals being fastened.

Gao Yuliang stepped aside to let the door open. "Please."

Inside the interrogation room, all four cameras simultaneously lit up with red lights.

The seats for prosecutors, disciplinary officials, and provincial government representatives were clearly labeled in three rows.

Team Leader Ma sat in the middle, his face still pale, with a protective pad on his abdomen and warm water beside him. When he saw the inspection team enter, he hunched his shoulders slightly, but quickly sat up straight again.

Lu Yike finished reading the video number and opened the notebook.

"Please confirm the list of people on site before you begin the inquiry."

The deputy secretary-general glanced at the cameras. "Is four cameras necessary?"

Gao Yuliang sat in the audience seat and gently tapped the rim of his cup with the lid.

"There were two guns at the hospital yesterday. Today there are four cameras, not many."

No one asked anymore.

The first question was raised by a member of the review panel.

The man opened the outline, deliberately keeping his voice even: "Mr. Ma, were you threatened by law enforcement agencies and forced to provide false information?"

Lu Yike immediately raised her hand.

"Record the original question."

The recorder paused, then immediately began writing down the record.

Lu Yike looked at the questioner. "Just a reminder, this question is leading. Please change it to whether there was a threat involved, and specify the threatening party."

The questioner's face stiffened. "Director Lu, this is interfering with the inquiry."

Lu Yike put down her pen.

"I'm reminding you under the video recording. You can stick to the original question, and I'll also include the reminder process in the case file."

The interrogation room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Team Leader Ma suddenly raised his head, his voice hoarse.

"I said."

All eyes were on him.

He gripped the water glass, causing ripples to spread across the surface. "I haven't been threatened by law enforcement agencies. My wife and children have been targeted, I was ambushed and killed by fake firefighters in the Political and Legal Affairs Commission's safe room, and last night someone pushed a cleaning cart into the hospital to try and kill me."

He paused, his chest heaving violently.

"I volunteer for protection. Whoever takes me away alone wants me dead."

Some members of the review team changed their expressions.

The deputy secretary-general immediately closed the folder. "Ten-minute pause."

Gao Yuliang looked up.

"Reasons for the suspension are included in the questionnaire."

The deputy secretary-general's hand froze in mid-air.

Qi Tongwei pushed another list of evidence over, the pages sliding across the table to the provincial government representative.

"There's one more small issue before the pause."

He pointed to the third item on the list.

"Last night, the hospital forged a pass, stamped with the name 'Joint Investigation Team Logistics Support.' The assassin in the firefighter uniform also had a logistics transfer password on him. Does anyone know this logistics support contact person?"

No one spoke.

Qi Tongwei then pulled out another printout, which was an enlarged image of the pass.

"Don't rush to deny it. We only ask whether you know them or not, not whether you're responsible or not."