In that instant of shock, Guo Long quickly reacted, trying to close the door. But how could Yu Yi let him shut it? She pushed forcefully inward. With one injured leg, Guo Long couldn’t resist, and seeing the door wouldn’t close, he turned to escape through the window.
Yu Yi pushed the door, discovering a safety chain. She took out a metal cutter and easily sliced through the chain.
Guo Long thought that the door chain could buy him some time. Enduring the severe pain in his thigh, he hopped and limped to the window, about to climb out, when his collar was suddenly grabbed by Yu Yi, who pulled him back and threw him onto the bed.
Seeing that he couldn’t escape, and noticing she wasn’t pointing a gun at him, Guo Long tried to negotiate, “Who sent you? How much did he pay you? I’ll give you… just don’t kill me.” He wondered how this woman was still alive. Could Chen Yong have deceived him?
While he was pondering, Yu Yi coldly asked, “Did you kill my sister?”
Guo Long was stunned, “Your sister?” Then he realized, “Was that woman earlier your sister? Are you twins?”
Seeing Yu Yi’s icy gaze, he hurriedly explained, “It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me. It was Chen Yong who killed her. From start to finish, I never fired a shot or lifted a finger. Chen Yong should still be in the city. Go find him and settle the score.”
Meng Qingtan, who had been listening the whole time, raised a middle finger.
Yu Yi had seen through Guo Long’s type – someone who talks about loyalty but doesn’t hesitate to use a benefactor as a shield at a critical moment.
Seeing Yu Yi show no reaction, Guo Long became anxious, swearing that he was telling the truth, while slowly and secretly reaching for the gun at his waist.
Yu Yi wouldn’t give him a chance to draw his weapon. She stepped forward, opened his hand, pulled out his waist gun, and pointed it at him, commanding in a low voice, “Don’t move.”
Guo Long didn’t dare to move, watching helplessly as Yu Yi reached back and pressed a spot on his neck. He felt a sharp pain and cried out in fear, “You, you, what did you do?”
“You’ll sleep here obediently until I figure out whether Chen Yong or you killed my sister…”
Guo Long felt his eyelids grow heavy and passed out.
Yu Yi closed the door, sent a signal to Meng Qing, then removed the tracking device from Guo Long’s body and flushed the subcutaneous injector down the toilet.
When Meng Qing arrived, he placed the ice drug and cash box next to the bed, then used an anonymous client to call the police, reporting that a major drug lord was asleep in Room 19 of the Century Hotel in Lannan City.
After completing all this, Yu Yi was about to leave with him when he suddenly remembered something. He returned to the bed, opened the black bag on the bedside table, looked inside, closed it, and brought the bag back to Yu Yi, saying casually, “Okay, we can go now.”
They returned to the hotel room. When they reached Room 212, Meng Qing told her, “There’s nothing to do for now. Take the opportunity to get some sleep. We might have action at any time.”
Yu Yi entered her room, washed up, and lay on the bed.
She wrapped herself in the blanket and recalled the scene from Room 214 when she was changing Meng Qing’s battery, feeling her face grow warm. That brief lip brush was light but had actually touched…
Yu Yi wasn’t unfamiliar with being touched by men, but this was the first time she’d felt such an indescribable sensation. But he said it wasn’t intentional. Thinking this, Yu Yi felt disappointed. After all, who would truly care for someone like her who had been in a brothel?
Her mind was in turmoil, alternating between joy and disappointment, but her body was too exhausted. With these complex emotions, she gradually fell asleep.
Yu Yi slept until the next morning when she was awakened by a slight vibration on her arm. She raised her arm and saw three messages from Meng Qing:
The first: “Wake up.” The second, sent two minutes later: “The sun is burning your bottom.” The third, sent after more than half an hour, with a vibration that actually woke her: “Guo Long is dead.”
Yu Yi immediately replied: “I’m coming right away.” She quickly got up, changed into the clothes she’d prepared the night before, hurriedly brushed her teeth and hair. Five minutes later, she knocked on the door of Room 214.
Meng Qing opened the door. Once he closed it, Yu Yi anxiously asked, “How could Guo Long be dead? Wasn’t he supposed to be arrested?”
Meng Qing pointed to the buns on the table, “Eat breakfast first. Meat buns on the left, vegetable buns on the right.”
We’ll talk while eating.”
Seeing he wasn’t in a hurry, Yu Yi took a vegetable bun and took a bite of the still-warm pastry.
Meng Qing said, “Guo Long was indeed arrested, but he mysteriously died in the detention center last night.”
Yu Yi asked curiously, “How did he die?”
“Last night, Deputy Director Zhang Youwei personally interrogated Guo Long, but the interrogation record shows that Guo Long didn’t say anything about Sun Xingdong. Two hours after Zhang left, Guo Long died. The cause of death is unclear, and all evidence ‘disappeared’, including his recorded video,” Meng Qing said with a furrowed brow.
“The deputy director personally interrogated him? Could Zhang Youwei also be colluding with Sun Xingdong and the others?
That may not necessarily be the case,” Meng Qing analyzed, “Guo Long is a major drug lord in Tannan, and his arrest is of great concern to the Hening City Bureau. So it’s quite normal for Zhang Youwei, as the deputy director responsible for drug enforcement, to personally participate in the interrogation.
But what seems suspicious is that Guo Long died shortly after Zhang left, and this is only the time recorded in the detention center, which may not necessarily be the exact time of Guo Long’s death.
“So it’s possible that Guo Long died during the interrogation, and Zhang Youwei, to avoid suspicion, had the detention center record the time two hours later? Doesn’t that mean we can be sure he’s in cahoots with Sun Xingdong? During the interrogation, Guo Long should have revealed his collaboration with Sun Xingdong, but Zhang Youwei must have interfered to prevent this testimony from being recorded.”
“Torture leading to the death of a suspect is not unheard of. These things cannot prove that Zhang Youwei is colluding with Sun Xingdong.”
“So what should we do next?” Yu Yi looked at Meng Qing.
Meng Qing opened a program and extended his arm in front of Yu Yi, “Look at this.”
Yu Yi saw a street map with a small dot stopped in a high-end residential complex. She looked at Meng Qing questioningly, “What is this?”
Meng Qing said, “Guo Long’s gun.”
Yu Yi suddenly understood, pointing at the residential complex, “Is this Zhang Youwei’s home?”
“Strictly speaking, it’s the home of one of his mistresses, but the property is under Zhang Youwei’s name.”
“Why would Zhang Youwei take Guo Long’s gun?”
“This is a police-issued gun. Guo Long mentioned in his video yesterday that he obtained it recently when meeting Sun Xingdong to ‘play around’.”
Sun Xingdong’s fingerprints are likely still on it. Zhang Youwei took the gun away to avoid implicating himself and prevent Sun Xingdong from being arrested.”
“What are fingerprints?” Yu Yi looked at Meng Qing, not understanding.
Meng Qing pressed his finger on the glass coffee table, indicating for Yu Yi to look at it from the side, “Whenever you touch something like this, you leave fingerprints.”
Yu Yi suddenly realized, “Oh, it’s like a handprint. So we should go to her house…”
“No,” Meng Qing shook his head and smiled, “We can solve everything right here.”
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