Chapter 312: Chapter 312: I Want to Surrender
Lin Wan held her forehead and sighed.
Lu Zheng asked, "Do you need my help? Or have you already identified the suspects but are just lacking the necessary evidence?"
Lin Wan shook her head and said, "We’ve indeed identified several suspects, but we’re still not sure who the current person in charge is, and we haven’t obtained conclusive evidence to make an arrest."
"In that case, I’ll go see who sent the letter," Lu Zheng said. "You go back and do the examination. If I find anything useful, I’ll call you."
"Just like the time with the corpse dumping case?" Lin Wan couldn’t help but laugh.
"Yes, just like the corpse dumping case," Lu Zheng nodded.
Lu Zheng and Lin Wan exchanged smiles and then got up together, leaving the restaurant side by side and walked toward the nearby Weizhi City Bureau.
"With you involved, I don’t feel like I’ve achieved anything in solving the case," Lin Wan said helplessly. "If you were a cop, the efficiency of solving cases would definitely increase several times."
After all, most criminals can’t counteract the lingering traces of their presence, much less handle their own aura, which means it’s just pointing for Lu Zheng to find them accurately, right?
"Don’t tempt me to be a cop!"
"Heh, given your attendance rate, no unit would take you!"
Laughing, the two headed back to the city bureau. Lin Wan went inside to work, while Lu Zheng casually unlocked a shared bike on the street and rode leisurely towards the southeast.
...
"Did you deliver the letter?"
"Delivered. I saw Lin Wan receive the letter myself."
"Good. Last time we didn’t manage to run her over, and we can’t cause another accident so soon. That would be too coincidental, and if that driver gets exposed, it would only give them evidence, so let’s send a letter and hope she gets the hint."
"Will she listen?"
"Ha! Takeuchi Aimi is already dead. If she doesn’t want to follow in the footsteps of that Japanese detective, she should wise up. We’re helping Japanese people launder money, and since the Japanese police are incompetent and can’t help themselves, it shouldn’t concern her one bit."
"Exactly! Exactly!"
"Alright, you go back first. Be careful lately and don’t get exposed."
"Don’t worry, I’m being cautious."
...
A plain-looking middle-aged man left the office, leaving behind a pot-bellied man sitting in a swivel chair.
He fiddled with a pen in his hand, thought for a moment, and pondered, "No, this ledger can’t stay here, it’s too risky."
He got up and went to a corner of the office where a safe was located, taking a whole minute to open it.
"That woman is chasing too closely, need to hide this ledger first."
The man leaned down with effort, pulled out a ledger and some documents from the safe, glanced at the handgun inside, and took it out as well.
"First send it to..."
Getting up and turning around, just about to leave, he suddenly noticed the office door across from him:
Gone!
"Wha... what?"
Fatty blinked hard, stared, and still didn’t see it—where the office door was supposed to be had turned into a wall.
Thinking he was seeing things, Fatty rubbed his eyes and tried to open them as wide as possible, but all he saw was a stark white office wall.
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Fatty’s heart began to race, he felt cold all over, his brain had a momentary oxygen deficit, leaving his mind blank.
A flash in his mind, he abruptly turned around and looked toward the window to the right.
Gone!
Another wall!
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Fatty covered his chest, placed the documents on the table, and hurriedly picked up his phone, attempting to dial out.
"Hiss—hiss—"
His phone suddenly turned into a green snake, coiled around his hand.
"Shit!"
Fatty flung the green snake away.
"Splat!"
The green snake fell to the ground, then coiled its body, flicking its tongue toward Fatty.
"Wha... what is happening?"
Sweating profusely, face pale, Fatty muttered, "Am I hallucinating?"
Although he guessed the green snake might be his phone, Fatty didn’t dare to approach and verify, all he could think of was getting out of this office.
He bypassed the green snake, reached the supposed door location, and extended his hand to where the doorknob should be.
Flat surface, just a white wall.
"This is a door... this is a door..."
Fatty murmured, almost crying, "What on earth is going on?"
He felt around for ages but touched nothing, then urgently ran to where the floor-to-ceiling window should be.
White wall! White wall! Still white wall!
Fatty hit the wall harshly, producing "thump, thump" sounds.
Meanwhile, Fatty felt colder and colder, a coldness that made him shiver.
"Help!"
"Help! Can anybody hear?"
Fatty screamed at the top of his lungs.
But there was no response. The employees outside, who were meant to cover for them, seemed completely oblivious to the boss’s cries.
"Is it... is it..."
Fatty’s mind raced, instinctively thinking of a slew of paranormal events and...
"No way? Have I been chosen to enter the Main God Space?"
Fatty muttered fearfully, trembling and crying, "No! I don’t want to do tasks! I’m fine in my own world, I don’t want to die!"
...
After a while.
"Boss, are you okay? These two officers want to see you..."
"Put down the gun!"
Two sharp commands rang out, and two guns pointed directly at Fatty.
Fatty blinked drowsily, realizing he was sitting behind a large desk, with documents in front of him, a phone on the left, and in his right hand...
Was holding a gun!
"Wha... what’s happening?"
Fatty looked up, saw that the wall was now the office door again, his beautiful secretary gazing at him in horror, signaling him with her eyes while terrifiedly staring at the gun in his hand.
Besides the secretary, there were two officers aiming guns at him, and behind them stood a sharply dressed woman, Lin Wan, whom he had previously sent letters to threaten.
Fatty was momentarily stunned, suddenly noticing the light on his right changed slightly, so he turned his head to see the floor-to-ceiling window on the east side of the office reappear, sunlight streaming through the blinds, giving Fatty a long-lost warmth.
"Did I just... fall asleep? Was I dreaming just now?"
Fatty felt utterly devastated, how did he suddenly fall asleep and have such a vivid nightmare?
Such bad timing!
The problem is... Fatty still felt inexplicably cold, was it a lingering effect of the dream, or did the sudden appearance of the police scare him cold?
Fatty felt himself trembling...
"Put down the gun!" One of the male officers shouted again, sternly.
"Bo... boss..."
The secretary clutched the door, speaking fearfully, "We... We’ve been knocking for ages, but got no response. I... I thought something happened to you..."
It’s all over!
"Splat!"
His right hand helplessly released the gun, which dropped onto the desk. Fatty looked at the obvious documents before him, the gun on the desk, and then at Lin Wan, trying to muster a smile but his voice was laced with tears, "Officer, I want to turn myself in!"