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Chapter 93 [92] I'm afraid of myself when I get angry, especially when I encounter my father-in-law.

Not many ordinary people know about the bloody massacre that took place at the Beita Warehouse, but it naturally caused a sensation throughout the Inspection Bureau.

After receiving the notification from the headquarters, Sergeant Liu Yidao immediately gathered a group of inspectors and held a case discussion meeting.

A group of newcomers had the opportunity to attend the meeting, which was considered a learning experience for solving cases.

However, despite being newcomers, their treatment was quite different.

Xiong Yuan, Kang Ziyan, and other students could only sit in the back row of the meeting room, listening attentively and pretending to take notes.

Cheng Han, on the other hand, was given the opportunity to attend as a guest.

Sergeant Liu briefly explained, "There were a total of twenty-four victims, no survivors... The killer's method of killing was always a single fatal blow... The crime took only twelve seconds, demonstrating the essence of speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy. This person is undoubtedly a cold-blooded butcher!"

Cheng Han quietly touched his chest.

Cold-blooded?

Nonsense!

His blood was warm, a true gentleman!

"The Thirteenth Outpost, which was the first to discover the bloodbath, urgently collected some samples of the bodies and sent them to the headquarters of the Black Armor Army overnight.

"After multiple traces using the 'Tracing Array,' it was confirmed that the killer was Xiang Zhengqi, the deputy director of the Qinglin City Traffic Bureau..."

The meeting room erupted in commotion.

Discussions immediately broke out.

"This is impossible!"

"As the deputy director, it's unlikely that he had a motive to commit the crime."

Cheng Han nodded slightly and expressed his opinion for the first time, "In the Transcendent World, there are countless methods to turn a target into a puppet and control the puppet to commit murder!"

He randomly selected a "lucky audience" to act as the "murder weapon," and he didn't think that the Inspection Bureau couldn't even consider this possibility.

Some inspectors agreed.

"Cheng Han is right!"

"I agree with Cheng Han's viewpoint!"

Sergeant Liu raised his hand, "Quiet."

The noise subsided.

Sergeant Liu continued, "The headquarters also collected personal belongings of Xiang Zhengqi and used the array for a second trace, but the results showed that Xiang Zhengqi has disappeared without a trace.

"The headquarters' preliminary inference is that Xiang Zhengqi was controlled by some powerful secret technique, slaughtered a group of members from the Dark Fist Gang, and then was brutally silenced. The real culprit is someone else.

"The headquarters conducted a comprehensive inspection of the scene, but unfortunately, the real culprit did not leave any trace..."

Sergeant Liu concluded, "The headquarters believes that the real culprit is an extremely brutal, cunning, and cautious serial killer who is familiar with the Investigation Bureau's methods of solving cases, which is why Xiang Zhengqi was chosen as a puppet."

This sentence contained three "extremely," indicating the great fear the Inspection Bureau had towards the killer.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Cheng Han nodded particularly vigorously.

Indeed, too brutal!

When I get angry, I even scare myself!

Sergeant Liu took out a stack of papers, "These are sketches drawn by an artist from the headquarters based on the scene of the crime. Take a look."

The sketches were immediately distributed.

Cheng Han admired them and silently gave a thumbs up in his mind.

The level of detail was extremely high!

Impressive skills!

Sergeant Liu looked around and said the routine phrase, "Everyone, let's discuss your opinions."

To be honest, for such a major case, the group of inspectors didn't want to spend too much effort. After all, even fools knew that the headquarters would personally take over this case.

They had to hold a meeting and discuss it just to fulfill the task assigned by the headquarters and later submit a written report to the person in charge.

There was no other way.

This was bureaucracy!

Ten seconds later.

The meeting room fell silent.

Cheng Han thought for a moment and broke the silence, "Let me speak."

He actively strategized for "capturing himself," "Sergeant, based on the killer's method of killing, it is clear that this person is not committing their first crime. I suggest reviewing past unsolved cases to see if we can find similar methods."

Quickly flip through the case files!

Mr. Youming is waiting to make an appearance!

Sergeant Liu immediately praised him, "Good thinking!"

He then criticized the others, "You bunch of old-timers, always talking nonsense, but now you're all silent?"

Sergeant Liu directly called out a name, "Ximen Qing, as the chief inspector, you go first!"

Ximen Qing habitually adjusted his hair before calmly speaking, "Personally, I think this bloodbath..."

Cheng Han glanced at Ximen Qing and quietly made a deduction.

The resulting illusion was a bit overwhelming for a young boy.

It wasn't playing chess.

It was playing Landlord!

Cheng Han couldn't help but comment, "Collecting protection fees from chicken coops, and even the newly joined Liu Ying has to go through a round of handshakes. This guy's main job is being a chicken head, and being the chief inspector is just a side gig."

Unconsciously, he pondered how to secretly manipulate things to link Ximen Qing with this bloodbath.

At the very least, he had to strip this guy of his tiger skin and let him spend a few years in prison, properly restoring his kidney and vitality.

Hmph!

Making you enjoy playing Landlord!

Cheng Han listened for a while and found it boring, so he decided to do some private work: "Based on the spiritual imprints captured by the Linghuan remnants, deduce the situation towards righteousness."

He had conducted several deductions since last night.

The results showed:

This unlucky fat guy, after embarking on a journey in the parallel world, quickly fell victim to the erosion of dark forces and unfortunately died after three minutes and seventeen seconds.

One hour and eighteen minutes later, a certain invisible life "picked up" the withered corpse and underwent a tremendous transformation.

From these various details, one can roughly glimpse the ecology of the Eternal Darkness.

In short, thanks to Mr. Xiang's outstanding contribution, this exploration experiment in the parallel world was a complete success.

At this moment.

The illusion arrived as scheduled:

In boundless black mist.

A nightmarish monster was engaged in a fierce battle with itself, a scene that was difficult to look at directly.

Soon.

It gave birth to a grotesque creature.

The body of this thing is difficult to describe in words, but it happened to have a big head that resembled Xiang Zhengqi.

Then.

The illusion dissipated.

Cheng Han quietly pressed his stomach, stopping the surge of gastric acid, and muttered to himself, "Am I considered an expert in researching the parallel world now? Unfortunately, it's hard to find a second person to communicate with in the entire Tai'an Spiritual Realm."

*

An hour later.

The discussion ended.

Liu Yidao waved his hand and said, "For the next two days, everyone will go out on patrol, focusing on inspecting crowded places and identifying suspicious individuals."

This was also one of the superficial measures to deal with the General Administration.

Including Cheng Han, a group of students received their respective tasks.

Long Xingyun was responsible for assigning tasks and quickly said, "Huo An, Leng Chuanxu, the two of you will take the new recruit Xiong Yan to patrol the eastern area of the jurisdiction..."

According to the list, Cheng Han followed the experienced patrol officers Sun Zhonghui and Wu Boqing to patrol the western area.

A group of rookies listened in confusion.

Cheng Han, however, instantly understood the trick.

The areas where the other newcomers were going generally didn't have much benefit, or the benefits were not significant. Only the western area was the most lucrative.

Patrol officers within five years of employment rarely had the opportunity to enter the western area.

And this was Liu Yidao's intention.

Cheng Han rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "Is this the internal ecology of the Qinglin City Patrol Office? Interesting!"

Before long.

Cheng Han arrived at a magnificent building with two other patrol officers—the Jun Tai Club.

The female manager guarding the lobby handed over three red envelopes with a discerning eye.

Cheng Han glanced at them and instantly knew their contents.

Five silver coins!

Not too many, not too few.

Sun Zhonghui and Wu Boqing took their respective red envelopes, skillfully stuffed them into their pockets, and then turned to look at Cheng Han together.

Cheng Han naturally understood that this was a small test.

If he didn't accept it, he would face various overt and covert exclusion in the future.

He stared at the mature face of the female manager and said to himself, "This matter involves Xiang Zhengqi. There are people in the Council who want to manipulate this rigid ghost. That guy often comes to the Jun Tai Club. You should be more restrained recently."

This was deduced information.

The female manager's face changed, and she quickly beckoned to her subordinates and whispered something.

Soon.

Three larger red envelopes were delivered.

Cheng Han pinched one of the red envelopes and nodded lightly.

Not bad!

Fifteen silver coins, five more than the other two envelopes.

He had no intention of confronting the overall environment, nor did he care about such details unless he could clean up the entire Qinglin City from top to bottom to change the overall environment.

Sun Zhonghui and Wu Boqing beside him had subtle expressions.

Is this really a newcomer?

The level of taking advantage of the situation had reached such a level. Even the old-timers who had been in the Patrol Office for half their lives might not be able to match it!

The club's hospitality was quite attentive. Not only did they arrange a comfortable rest area, but they also brought fruit platters, pastries, and drinks.

Cheng Han sat on the sofa for a while, and a slightly plump figure walked over.

Both sides froze when they looked at each other.

Cheng Han blurted out, "Uncle Qian, what are you doing here?"

This person was none other than Qian Qingqing's father, Qian Yiqing. He exuded a faint fragrance, clearly having just been fooling around.

There will be a third update tonight.

(End of this chapter)