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

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Lin Huahua slammed the handcuffs on the table.

"If you keep using privacy as an excuse, I'll arrest you and take you back to the police station for obstructing justice. Then you can slowly explain why the elderly person was taken away and the provincial officials came knocking right after."

The dean was sweating profusely, and the paperwork in his hand was crooked.

"I'll take it, I'll take it."

The register is turned to tonight's page.

The transfer time is 10:07 PM.

Reason: Sudden illness.

Pick up the person, family members.

The three words in the signature column were written very stiffly.

Qin Kewen.

Lin Huahua's face immediately darkened.

"Dead people are quite busy."

Lu Yike stared at those three words, took out her phone and took a picture: "Surveillance."

The dean was about to speak again, "We need technicians for the surveillance system..."

Lu Yike turned and left.

The server rack in the guardhouse was locked.

Lu Yike raised her hand, "Pry it open."

The accompanying police officer brought over some tools, and with a couple of quick clicks, the cabinet door was opened.

Lin Huahua squatted down to take the hard drive, her hands moving quickly. "Luckily, I didn't have time to delete it yet."

The security guard huddled in the corner. "I don't know anything. They said the old man had a sudden illness and needed to be transferred to another hospital immediately."

Lu Yike looked at him. "How many of them are there?"

"Two people, one handling the paperwork, the other helping someone up."

"License plate."

"I don't remember."

Lin Huahua didn't even look up. "Don't rush, the recording will be recorded."

The surveillance footage was brought up.

At 10:01 PM, a black minivan stopped at the entrance.

At 10:04 PM, the wheelchair was pushed out.

The old man was wrapped in a thick blanket, his head was drooping, and his face was not visible.

The man supporting the wheelchair wore sunglasses, his dark jacket pulled down to his chin, and he was not tall, but his movements were very steady.

Lin Huahua zoomed in on the image and cropped out a profile view.

She stared for a few seconds, her voice tense.

"Director, this is the chief secretary of Secretary Sha's father-in-law who was following behind him that day!"

Lu Yike did not respond.

She looked at the profile on the screen, then at Qin Kewen in the register.

The other party is no longer satisfied with simply erasing logs, deleting cache, and forging documents.

They started leading people away themselves.

The cleaners have been replaced.

Lin Huahua picked up the laptop. "Director Lu, chasing the car?"

"Synchronize the checkpoint, seal the video recording, and take away the original registration book."

"What about the military hospital...?"

Lu Yike picked up the encrypted phone and started walking outside.

"Take over to the military hospital; Director Qi is in danger."

……

The corridor lights in the special care ward of the military hospital were brightly lit.

A newly arrived caregiver, wearing a mask, pushed a dressing cart forward. Her name tag hung under her collar, her steps were steady, but her hand remained pressed on the right side of the handlebars.

As he turned the corner, the wheels made a very low sound as they hit the paving stones, as if he had planned the route in advance.

The security guard at the door held out his hand as usual, "Name tag."

The caregiver, head bowed, handed over his name tag. After the guard scanned the card, the caregiver slid his right hand along the underside of the vehicle frame, and a small, transparent medicine bottle was tucked into the innermost corner, pressed against the panel, completely invisible from the outside.

The guard returned the badge, glanced at the medicine tray, and said, "Check it again before you go in."

The caregiver grunted in agreement and continued pushing forward. When the guard reached for the handlebars, he deliberately shifted his body slightly to make it easier to hide the small bottle even deeper.

The elevator doors opened at that moment.

Lu Yike came out, her coat still damp with the night wind, her hair neatly tied up, her face expressionless. Her gaze first fell on the dressing cart, then fixed on the caregiver.

"stop."

The caregiver stopped walking, didn't raise her head, but slowly withdrew her hand towards the back of the car.

Lu Yike took a step forward. "Stop the car and put your hands up."

The caregiver didn't reply, but suddenly kicked over the dressing cart. The tray hit the ground, scattering cotton wool, gauze, and instruments everywhere. With a flick of his wrist, a scalpel slid out of his sleeve and lunged at the guard.

"Stop him!"

The guard raised his arm to block, and the blade grazed his uniform, leaving a long gash.

The next second, Lu Yike had already pounced on him.

She pinned the caregiver's shoulder to the side, pressed her knee against the caregiver's lower back, and choked her neck with her right arm, slamming the person to the ground. The caregiver struggled twice, and the scalpel flew out of her hand, hitting the corner of the wall with a crisp sound.

"Hold it down."

Two police officers rushed over and pinned the man down. Lu Yike then released her, and when she got up, her clothes were barely ruffled, only her knuckles were a little dusty.

The caregiver was panting heavily, her mask askew, revealing half of her pale face.

The chemical defense soldiers arrived, opened the black box, and inserted a small, transparent medicine bottle. They scanned the bottle opening against a light, and several curves quickly appeared on the screen.

Lu Yike looked at him and said, "Speak like a human being."

"A colorless and odorless potent inducer." The chemical warfare soldier turned the screen around. "Mix it into an IV drip, and something bad will happen within three minutes."

Lu Yike stared at those few lines of text, pressing the notebook in her palm. "If it gets into the drip, there won't even be time to react on the hospital bed."

The guard straightened his torn sleeve, his face tense. "Director Lu, if we had been even half a step slower, the ward door would have opened."

Lu Yike didn't respond to that, but only glanced at the medicine cart on the ground, "Take this person away and lock him up in one place."

In the basement interrogation room, the caregiver was pinned to a chair, her hands still trembling.

Lu Yike placed the evidence bag on the table. "Who sent you?"

The caregiver took a couple of breaths before finally speaking, "I'm just doing my job for the money, doing peripheral work. Before entering the ward, I only told them on the phone that it was shift change, and not to look around or ask any questions."

"Connecting point".

"Provincial Party Committee Retired Cadres Activity Center"

Lin Huahua stood by the door, raising an eyebrow. "You're quite diligent in running around."

The caregiver shut up.

Lu Yike moved her chair forward half an inch. "You've only ever seen money?"

"I only saw the license plate and the cash bag."

"Who delivered it to you?"

"I didn't see their face. The car was parked at the door, and someone handed me something, which I did."

Lu Yike stared at him. "What time?"

Between 3 and 4 p.m.

"Location."

"Enter through the east gate and go through the high-frequency security gate first."

Lu Yike stopped chasing and turned to the chemical defense soldiers, "Seal the bottles and remove all the residue from the vehicle. Keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't run into anyone outside."

She zipped up the evidence bag, paused her fingertips at the opening for a moment, and then quickly unzipped it.

When I turned to go upstairs, my steps were faster than when I came.

In the ward, Qi Tongwei leaned against a pillow, his left arm in a sling, a dark coat over his hospital gown, his right hand resting on the edge of the bed. Lu Yike finished reporting the interrogation results, and he listened steadily until the words "three minutes" were spoken, at which point he raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

"Have you found out where the medicine came from?"

"We've found out. The money was taken from outside the center, specifically at the veterans' activity center." Lu Yike closed her notebook. "The person has been apprehended."

Qi Tongwei nodded, his expression unchanged, but he tapped his fingers twice on the edge of the bed.

"Cut off the internet connection to the ward."

Lu Yike looked at him, "Should we cut it now?"

"Now," Qi Tongwei said in a low voice, "the net is left outside, which is to leave an opening for others."