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On the fourth floor of the police station, a middle-aged man with oily hair and pink face named Jin Haoguang held a tape measure and measured the distance between every table, chair, cabinet, and green plant in the office very carefully while muttering something about Feng Shui. , fortune.

There are four small hibiscus flowers pinned to the epaulettes of his police uniform, indicating his identity as the chief and chief police officer of the Gangdong District Police Station in Seoul.

After World War II, South Korea's anti-feudal and anti-colonial revolution was not complete, and a large amount of cultural dross was left behind and has been preserved to this day.

Some of the upper-class elites are superstitious about witchcraft, some are superstitious about shamans, and some are superstitious about fortune telling. For example, Kim Ho-kwang, a middle-level senior executive in the Seoul police force, is also superstitious about feng shui. He does not turn on the air conditioning in his office in the summer for fear of affecting his career fortune. .

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the security door equipped with a C-class lock cylinder, and a young male voice came from outside the door, "Director, there is a man named Jiang Wanyong downstairs, and he is looking for you by name."

"Huh?" Jin Haoguang's face darkened and he said outside the door: "I told him to wait for the news at home. Go tell him and tell him that I am already off work."

"yes."

The voices of two people talking came from the end of the corridor, "Mr. Jiang, our director has gone off work. Please come back tomorrow."

"How is that possible? I saw the office light was still on downstairs!"

“It’s really off work”

"I don't believe it, you are just perfunctory with me! You didn't send people seriously to find my wife at all! I want to see your director, don't stop me!"

"Please calm down!"

The conversation in the corridor gradually approached, and suddenly turned into fierce pushing and tearing. Jin Haoguang frowned, walked to the door, gently opened a crack in the door and looked outside, and then his pupils suddenly dilated.

There was only one figure standing in the corridor on the fourth floor.

The man was wearing a police uniform, with his back to the office door. His left and right hands were tugging at the police uniform on his body, making pushing and shoving noises, and two completely different human voices came out of his mouth.

As if he heard the sound of opening the door, the man's upper body remained still, his neck suddenly twisted back, almost 180 degrees, he turned his head, looked at Jin Haoguang with a very strange expression, grinned and said: "Finally the door is open."

Jin Haoguang was horrified and was about to close the door, but the other party moved faster. He squeezed into the office backwards, closed the security door equipped with a C-class lock cylinder, and then whipped Jin Haoguang to the ground.

"Good evening, Director Kim, do you recognize me?"

Li Sheng used a standard kneeling posture and put his knee on the back of Jin Haoguang's neck to prevent him from screaming. Then he straightened his head slowly.

(The effect and judgment range of [Assembled Muppet] are quite amazing. Using your own cervical vertebrae as components, you can achieve the effect of an owl turning its head. To be more radical, you can even temporarily remove the spleen, intestines and stomach and other internal organs and put them on the puppet. Play with your hands, just put it back before it dies due to lack of oxygen and necrosis)

"you"

Jin Haoguang was speechless. In his sight, the other person's facial features squirmed and slowly turned into Jiang Wanyong, "Jiang Wanyong?! Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Do ghosts have temperature? Do ghosts have shadows? Do ghosts have weight and can crush people? Well, the last one seems to be really capable. I have a friend named Ning who is pressed into bed by ghosts every day."

Li Sheng rubbed his chin and said, "In short, you have to tell me all the information about Jiang Wanyong's wife Jiang Shaoxi."

"I don't know. Everything I know is what I told you on the phone."

"Wrong answer."

Li Sheng whistled and put a little force on his knees, causing Jin Haoguang's neck bones to make a series of clicking sounds. "Kneeling down on the neck will cause compression of the carotid sinus, a sudden drop in heart rate, obstruction of the trachea, and inability to breathe. You still have two minutes left." ”

Before the action of kneeling on the neck became a technique used by the police to control criminal suspects (such as the Floyd case that triggered the BLM black movement), it was actually a classic technique used by scouts to capture prisoners.

In less than 20 seconds, Jin Haoguang's eyes became bloodshot due to suffocation and lack of oxygen, and he made a dull and hoarse breathing sound in his throat. He slapped the ground hard with his palms to beg for mercy.

Li Sheng didn't move. After more than ten seconds, when Jin Haoguang's face turned the color of pig liver, he relaxed his kneeling pressure slightly and said, "Are you willing to cooperate? Tell me."

"Ho-ho-"

Jin Haoguang's lungs were like broken bellows as he desperately sucked in air. It took him a while to regain his strength, and he said with tears streaming down his face with anxiety and fear: "Jiang Shaoxi, he's dead."

"Huh? How did you know?"

Li Sheng raised his eyebrows. The mission goal was to find clues about Jiang Shaoxi, but this person died as soon as he came up? It shouldn't be.

"The body is in the medical examiner's office downstairs. I confirmed it with my own eyes."

Jin Haoguang said bravely, fearing that the other party would get excited and accidentally break his neck, "Just an hour ago, a mysterious person called me using the internal line of the police station and asked me to come downstairs.

Two people drove Jiang Shaoxi's body over in a van and asked me to put it directly into the morgue in the medical examiner's office. I won't be able to call you until tomorrow night to let you come and claim it. "

Li Sheng tilted his head, "Someone brought the body here, and then you took it away? Are you Seoul police so casual?"

"Those two people, one is a retired policeman named Song whom I know. The other has been sitting in the car and is a strange young man."

Afraid of being kneeled down again, Jin Haoguang spoke quickly like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

As a country single-handedly supported by the United States, South Korea has learned from the United States in all aspects, and it also has its own revolving door of government and business.

Some businessmen with certain local strength will deliberately hire retired high-level government civil servants and police officers. They will use their old relationships to invite serving officials and police officers to nightclubs, bars and other places under the businessman's name for free consumption and entertainment, thus carrying out activities. Co-opting corrosion.

When these officials and police officers retire or leave their jobs, they can be given well-paying jobs.

Correspondingly, this kind of protective umbrella constructed by a revolving door will also open up all industries under the businessman's name, ignore reports from the private sector involving gambling, drugs, pornography, corporate tax evasion, etc., and even help cover them up.

The retired police officer named Song that Jin Haoguang mentioned was one of the people in the revolving door - he knew the layout of the police station and deliberately drove the car to the underground passage of the police station to complete the handover of the body, avoiding surveillance cameras throughout the process.

As for the mysterious call that came first, because it was an internal line, the caller's number was not displayed.

Being able to use the internal lines of the police station proves something in itself.

"Tell me the information about the policeman named Song,"

Li Sheng thought for a while and said, "Also, take me to see the corpse."