Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Dong Dong----

  The sound of knocking on the door rang out.

  "Come in." The woman replied without lifting her head while reviewing a document.

  The door of the room opened silently, and a young girl with a slender figure and a clear face wearing a black professional suit walked in.

  She stopped three meters in front of that big and somewhat intimidating office desk and said, "Something has happened to Mr. Tang."

  "Huh?" The woman put down the pen in her hand and furrowed her good-looking eyebrows.

  It's just such a simple action, but it makes people want to reach out and smooth her eyebrows.

  She knew that if it were just an ordinary matter, Wen Jing wouldn't have made a special report to her.

  Since she pushed open her own office door, it proves that this matter is difficult for her to decide.

  "Just received news, Mr. Tang accompanied his friend to play at Yuniang Peak, and was assassinated at the Tianyi Pavilion on the summit ----"

  "What about him?" The woman interrupted the quiet introduction and went straight to the point.

  She has always been a very patient person, but when it comes to his affairs, she is always extra tense and doesn't want to wait for even one second.

  "He killed the killer. Then he called the police. Now, he's being held at the Jade Maiden Peak Police Station." reported a girl named Wenjing with an expressionless face.

  The woman pushed the chair away and stood up, her white blouse tucked into a pair of black fitted trousers that had no belt, relying solely on the curves of her buttocks and pelvis to hold them up.

  Hair tied up, revealing a snowy neck. Sleeves rolled up, giving a clean and tidy feeling.

  There wasn't a single dazzling piece of jewelry on her entire body, yet everyone who saw her thought she was the most dazzling woman in the world.

  "Was it he who actively called the police?"

  "Yes."

  "He's asking for help from me." The woman said with a smile. "Although it's in this way, I'm still very happy. To him, after all, I am his family, not just a stranger."

  Silent and speechless.

  It's her family affair. She is also in no position to say anything.

  "Three things." The woman suddenly turned around, speaking rapidly as she handed over the tasks: "First, call Guo Hailong. He will understand what I mean. Second, investigate the killer's identity and the mastermind behind him."

  Pausing for a moment, he said resolutely: "Third, kill them all."

  "Yes." The quiet body stood upright, expressionless.

  She knew she was angry.

  It's been a long time since she showed such strong emotions. All along, she has been like a dead water, calm and silent, without any ripples or noise.

  "Go." The woman waved her hand. "You go pick him up yourself. Don't let him lose out."

  Wen Jing didn't leave.

  "What else don't you understand?" the woman asked.

  "Why don't you go?" Wenjing asked. "This is the best chance for repair."

  "He'd rather call the police than give Ba Su a phone call, proving he still doesn't want to see me-----" The woman said with a warm smile. "In this world, only children would be so stubborn with their parents. And only parents can tolerate everything about their children----I owe him too much, I'll just go along with what he wants."

  "I understand." Wen Jing then backed out.

  The woman walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window and stared at the gloomy sky outside in a daze.

  "After all, I still crossed the line."

  The iron door was pushed open and a black-faced police officer walked in with two other officers.

  He held a cigarette in his hand, pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Tang Chong, smiling and saying: "Come on. Let's record your statement again."

  "Good." T'ang Chzh said.

  "Name."

  "Thank you."

  "Gender."

  Man.

  "Age----"

  The black-faced officer suddenly became very patient, and asked the questions he had asked before in detail again. Then he listened to Tang repeat the story of what happened at the top of Yúnǚ Peak.

  "Hold on." The black-faced officer interrupted Tang Chong's words and said: "You just said that the killer attacked you actively?"

  "Yes." Tang nodded heavily.

  "What makes you think that Taoist is the killer? Maybe he's just joking with you?" said the dark-faced police officer.

  "This question is really stupid. But it's precisely because of its stupidity that Tang Chong felt a sense of danger."

  He is not afraid of others asking formal questions, but he is afraid that these people will make trouble and use severe punishment to extort a confession.

  "He had a knife in his hand. The knife was stabbing me, wanting to harm me. His kung fu skills were very powerful, I couldn't beat him. At that time, I had to fight desperately to protect myself." Tang Chong replied.

  "Can't beat him?" The dark-faced policeman sneered. "You say you can't beat him, and as a result his eyes were stabbed with a knife, but nothing happened to you. He was thrown from the top of Yúnǚ Peak, and you sat on the mountain top hugging a beauty to report the police - is this what you call can't beat?"

  "Also, you said he stabbed you with a knife, but after examination, the knife had both of your fingerprints on it - and the outermost fingerprint was also yours. Why couldn't it be that you were the one who committed the crime?"

  "Why should I kill a Taoist? What's the motive for murder?" Tang Chong asked back. "Actually, this matter is very simple. Just investigate the identity of that Taoist and you'll know. I suspect he's a professional killer ----- Besides, you're local police, Tianyi Temple has several Taoists, which ones are they? You should be familiar with these things. Is he a Taoist from Tianyi Temple?"

  The black-faced policeman slapped his palm on the table.

  "How to crack the case is our business, what's it got to do with you teaching me? Who do you think you are?"

  "I didn't think of teaching you anything. Just a kind reminder. Don't want you to take the 'wrong' path." Tang Zhong's words had a threatening tone.

  The black-faced policeman burst out laughing.

  He glared at Tang Chong and said, "Kid, I have to say, you're quite bold. You almost scared me. You must be trying to tell me that you have a strong backing, right? You must be trying to warn me not to mess with you?"

  "I really have a strong backing." Tang Zhong nodded seriously. "You'd better not mess with me."

  "Hahaha----"

  The black-faced policeman and the two policemen behind him all burst out laughing, laughing so hard that they were gasping for breath.

  "Kid, you're really funny." The black-faced officer pointed at Tang Chong and said. "The girl who was hugging with you on the mountain top is the daughter of Qiu Hongtu, do you know that?"

  "I know Qiu Hongtu, but I don't know if Qiu Yihan is his daughter," said Tang Chong.

  "It doesn't matter," said the black-faced officer with a wave of his hand. "What you need to know is that Qiu Yihan has been taken away by her family - they say they don't know you."

  "Has she gone back?" Tang Chong was stunned for a moment. Then he continued, "It's good that she went back. She must have been scared to death."

  "Hey, still pretending to be deep and acting like a prince here." The dark-faced police officer sneered. He was convinced that Tang Chong was just an opportunist trying to climb up the social ladder by acting like a prince. "The young lady of the Qiu family has been taken away, what do you have to rely on now?"

  "What I said was about my background, not the background of Autumn Cold." Tang Chong corrected. "Besides, I was just defending myself properly. You can handle it impartially, why do you still need to rely on others?"

  The black-faced policeman stamped his foot on the table, and the table rushed towards Tang Chong.

  Tang Chong's hands were handcuffed to a chair, and the chair was made of iron and welded to the ground.

  He had no choice but to flip his body backwards.

  The table slammed onto the iron chair, producing a loud noise.

  "Not bad at all." The black-faced policeman praised and said. "However, I'd like to see how long you can hide."

  He waved his hand and said to the two police officers behind him: "Take him away."

  "Serve the dish." Tang Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly.

  The "serving dishes" in police stations and "ordering dishes" in prisons are of the same nature, both being euphemisms for violent means.

  And even the dishes are almost identical, just with different names.

  It used to be him giving orders to others, but today he himself is being served.

  "If I were you, I would never do this." Tang Zhong said in a stern voice.

  "If I were you, I wouldn't say that." The dark-faced policeman sneered. "Because this will only make me more determined to kill you. You still dare to be so arrogant when we arrive at the police station, it seems you don't know how to write the word 'death'. What's with being a student? Students who commit crimes also go to jail, students who murder are also executed - what a joke, these so-called 'sons of heaven'."

  "If I didn't make a big deal out of it, you would have started serving dishes already, wouldn't you?" Tang Zhong sneered. "I'm more familiar with these procedures than you are."

  He knew that the police would also 'bully the weak and fear the strong'.

  The harder they are, the more they will be on guard. If you're soft and weak, they'll think you're a pushover and might even give you a good beating before forcing you to confess.

  "Bring him down for me." The black-faced policeman shouted at Tang Chong who was standing on a chair.

  Two male police officers immediately rushed out, one on the left and one on the right, pouncing on Tang Chong.

  Tang Zhong kicked one foot over, and the two policemen hastily retreated.

  "Damn it. Trash." The black-faced policeman cursed.

  Just as I was about to rush up and take action, a knock at the door came from the entrance.

  "Listen up, kid. Don't think you can fool me. I'll be back to deal with you later." He pointed at Tang Chong and then walked out of the room after opening the door.

  He soon came in with a complicated expression on his face again.

  "What has this kid gotten himself into?"

  He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it heavily with his foot.

  Then, he pulled out a baton from the corner of the wall and said: "You two hold him down for me. I'll give him a taste of the heavy stuff."

  Break one leg, this dish is really heavy taste.

  Two police officers were ordered to rush at Tang again, one from the left and one from the right.

  Tang Zhong flew up with one foot and kicked the person on the left flying out.

  Another person from behind hugged his waist and shouted: "Captain, quickly ----"

  Tang Chong's head suddenly hit something hard, he only felt his head spinning, and with a multitude of golden stars before his eyes, he fell to the ground.

  The black-faced policeman roared and swung his baton at Tang Chong's body.

  The door of the room was knocked open by someone.

  Li Bo Tao's face was filled with terror as he stared at the scene, his voice hoarse from shouting: "Jiang Kai, stop right now----"