Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 682 What serious illness does the murderer have?!
Li Xiang suddenly turned around, almost running out of the room, rushing down the stairs, and out of the villa, heading straight for the pool of blood under the streetlight a dozen meters away.

Chang Erbing and the others were taken aback by his actions and quickly followed.

Li Xiang, panting, stopped under the streetlight, half-squatting down to carefully observe the shape, area, and direction of the bloodstains.

After a long pause, he adjusted his breathing, raised his head, and looked seriously at the technical section constable who had followed him. He said in a deep voice:

Where is the body?

The constable from the technical department was taken aback by the question, looking completely bewildered:
"A body? Captain Li, what are you talking about? When we arrived at the scene after receiving the report, there was only this pool of blood, signs of a struggle, and vehicle damage. There was no body here."

"No bodies?!"

Li Xiang was completely taken aback. His first thought was that his reasoning had gone wrong at the most crucial point.

But he went over the reasoning in his mind again, from the maid's manner of death to the bloodstains and teeth on the second floor, and the drag marks on the window... the logical chain should be complete.

He crouched down again to re-examine the distribution and splatter locations of the bloodstains.

A few minutes later, Li Xiang's brows furrowed tightly, but his eyes regained their resolve:
"My reasoning is correct. Regardless of whether the body is Feng Ju or not, judging from the distribution of bloodstains, the body that flew in through the window should indeed be a dead person."

There should be a body here, right? So, where did the body go? Was it moved by the murderer?

The man from the maintenance department next to him frowned slightly as he looked at the blood on the ground, thinking to himself:

"Is there another body here? Hmm... This is very important, we should report it to Commissioner Zheng as soon as possible."

Li Xiang stood up and began searching the surrounding lawn and road surface, using the pool of blood under the streetlight as the center.

Seeing this, Chang Erbing and the constables from the technical department, though puzzled, began to help expand the search area.

Finally, a set of footprints was found in the grass about ten meters away from the pool of blood.

Li Xiang approached and carefully examined the footprints: one, two, three, four... they were four footprints!

But these four footprints were unusually close to each other, almost overlapping each other. It felt like... as if two people were walking with their feet almost touching and their bodies pressed together.

Furthermore, the depth of the footprints indicates that the footprints belonged to an unusually heavy person.

"The second wave of killers consisted of two people, who were walking with their feet bound, and they even carried the body away?"

Li Xiang made a deduction in his mind, but he still felt that something was strange.

Li Xiang continued searching in the direction of the four-legged footprints, but the footprints disappeared again.

Li Xiang did not give up. He continued forward until he had gone another 20 meters or so when he found another set of... identical four-legged footprints!

Li Xiang squatted down and carefully examined the new set of footprints.

The grass around the footprints was trampled flat and sank into the mud. The mud at the edges of the footprints wasn't just compacted, but rather... it was splattered outwards.
Li Xiang's pupils suddenly contracted. He turned to look in the direction the footprints extended, calculating the distance between them, and wondered to himself:
"The two men were carrying a corpse, but instead of walking normally, they were hopping along with their legs tied together, and eventually they hopped all the way out of the Emerald Garden."

"No, is it some serious illness?"

.......
On the top floor of the government building, in the round table conference room, the air was so stagnant it seemed you could wring water out of it.

The heavy mahogany round table was polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the chandelier on the ceiling, which was made up of countless crystal prisms. The chandelier cast a cool white light, which was evenly reflected on the faces of the dozen or so councilors sitting around the table.

The chief councilor sat upright in the main seat, his face still covered by a layer of ice mask, revealing no emotional fluctuation.

Even the momentous event of sending someone whose fate was uncertain could not stir even the slightest ripple on that face.

Zhang Deming sat there calmly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, his eyes occasionally glancing at Wang Xinfa.

Wang Xinfa could sense the ill intent in Zhang Deming's eyes, and alarm bells rang in his mind. However, he maintained a perfectly calm and composed expression, though the fingers on the armrest tightened almost imperceptibly.

The other councilors exchanged glances, sensing the unsettling atmosphere. They were all calculating how to choose sides, how to benefit themselves, or whether they could use this opportunity to bring someone down.

The chief councilor glanced indifferently at the crowd, then said:
"I'm sure everyone here has heard about the Emerald Garden incident."

This is not a question, but a statement.

He paused briefly, just preparing to continue.
"If I understand the basic situation, then I'll let..."

"Excuse me, Chief, may I interrupt?"

Zhang Deming suddenly spoke, politely interrupting the chief councilor, his face showing just the right amount of apology.
"Sigh, I'm getting old and useless. My heart was a little uncomfortable last night, so I took sleeping pills and went to bed early."

My secretary knows my health condition, so she doesn't dare to wake me up rashly.

I only learned of the earth-shattering event that had occurred in the Emerald Garden on my way here. I heard... the special envoy is in trouble, is that right?

The chief councilor was interrupted, but his face showed no anger. He simply looked at Zhang Deming calmly without replying.

Zhang Deming didn't seem embarrassed at all, as if he hadn't expected the chief to answer in the first place.

He naturally turned his head, his gaze falling on Wang Xinfa's face opposite him. His smile deepened, and he said:

"Sigh, look at me, I'm so out of touch with the information. I still haven't figured out the whole story, my mind is a complete mess. Why don't you help me sort it out, Councilor Wang?"

Wang Xinfa sneered inwardly: "This old fox, he really did come after me from the very beginning."

Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Deming, as if afraid he would deny it, smiled and preemptively added:
"Councilor Wang, don't overthink it. I just heard that you happened to be in Emerald Garden last night, which is quite a coincidence that you were at the crime scene. You must know the most about it."

"Maybe you even saw the murderer last night."

Zhang Deming's words, though seemingly casual, were in fact extremely malicious, attempting to link Wang Xinfa to the crime scene.

As soon as he finished speaking, the several councilors around him, who had been keeping their eyes down and mind to themselves, were now fully aware of what had happened the night before.

At this moment, they all tacitly played the role of being surprised as if they were "hearing about it for the first time," and their eyes were all focused on Wang Xinfa, with a sense of inquiry, doubt and all sorts of unspeakable meaning.

This is an unspoken understanding, requiring no prior coordination or communication; it's a fundamental skill in the power arena. They may not harbor the same intense malice towards Wang Xinfa as Zhang Deming, but if Zhang Deming can truly crack a hole in Wang Xinfa's defenses, they certainly wouldn't mind sharing in the spoils.

Wang Xinfa was well aware of the immense danger involved. On this table, every seemingly harmless exchange could potentially conceal a deadly intent.

If he gives the wrong answer and the other party seizes on his words, or if he inadvertently falls into someone's carefully woven trap, then what he will face next is not just Zhang Deming alone, but a whole group of bloodthirsty sharks that will pounce on him in an instant.

He glanced around at the crowd, his face showing no sign of panic, but instead letting out a cold laugh, his tone deliberately sarcastic:

"Councilor Zhang, you must be careful with your words and rely on evidence."

I rushed over immediately after hearing that something had happened at Emerald Garden. After all, I am young and strong and still have plenty of energy. How could I sleep after hearing that the special envoy might be in trouble?
Unfortunately, by the time I arrived, I was too late. The murderer was nowhere to be found; only devastation remained… I am truly ashamed.”

Then, he looked at Zhang Deming, his tone becoming "concerned":
"As for you, Councilor Zhang, since you are getting on in years and your energy has been so low lately, I think you should take your health even more seriously."

Why don't you go home and rest? We'll discuss it and come to a preliminary conclusion, then we'll have someone inform you. What do you say?

His words, borrowing from Zhang Deming's words, implied that Zhang Deming was old and frail and incapable of shouldering heavy responsibilities.

Zhang Deming's face darkened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

His biggest advantage over Wang Xinfa was that he was much more senior and had a deeper network of connections and a stronger foundation.

But on the other hand, isn't his seniority also his biggest disadvantage?
The fact that someone is more experienced means they might have more cards at the table, but they also have less time to play. Wang Xinfa has hit his sore spot perfectly.

Zhang Deming's brows furrowed deeply, but he forced a smile and continued the conversation:

"Oh, is that so? Then I must be getting senile and have misheard the news."

"Ah, she can't compare to Councilor Wang, who is young, strong, and full of energy... It's truly a cause for celebration that she's been able to have a son at this age."

He seemed to be admitting his mistake, but his words had a hidden meaning.

Immediately, a member of parliament nearby seemed unable to resist letting out a soft laugh, and then "kindly" corrected him:

“Associate Zhang, you’ve misspoke again. Representative Wang didn’t ‘give birth’ to a son, but rather…recognized a son last night.”

"But it's quite a coincidence, isn't it? I heard they met in the Emerald Garden too?"

Wang Xinfa's face darkened as he looked at the councilor who had spoken, knowing in his heart that this person was siding with Councilor Zhang Deming.

Zhang Deming immediately feigned sudden realization, patted his wrinkled forehead, and sighed:

"Oh, right, right! Look at my memory, I misspoke. I said I adopted a son, adopted a son... um, it's Qian Huan, the former warden of the Second Prison, right?"

I heard he miraculously woke up last night? Wow, what a coincidence!

As for what "coincidentally" happened, Zhang Deming deliberately didn't specify, but all the councilors present naturally understood the malicious implication in his words.

Whether this implication is logical or not, and whether there is any real evidence, is not important. What is important is whether it can become a "pretext" to attack Wang Xinfa.

Zhang Deming, as expected of a seasoned cunning fox who has been immersed in the power arena for many years, has long since figured out the rules of the game and people's hearts.

In just a few words, he handed an invisible knife to every member of parliament present.

Even if this knife is still invisible, or even made of plastic, but...

If everyone is willing to work together, their words can influence everything, and even an invisible knife can materialize into a tangible form capable of injuring someone. A plastic knife can also kill someone in a critical moment.

Wang Xinfa felt a slight chill. He could clearly sense that the way some of the councilors were looking at him had subtly changed, becoming more scrutinizing and suspicious.

Sure enough, the next second, another councilor jumped out and asked:

"Congratulations, Councilor Wang, on the birth of your son! However, I heard that your son's villa is right next to the Special Envoy's villa."
"So, Councilor Wang, you arrived too late and didn't catch the murderer. What will happen to your son...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Xinfa interrupted him coldly and rudely:
"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Qian Huan has only regained consciousness, but his bodily functions have not recovered and he is unable to leave the medical pod. He still needs to stay in the nutrient solution to sustain his life.

He can't even move, so how could he possibly spy on what's outside?

Immediately afterwards, another member of parliament followed up with a smile, but his tone became increasingly aggressive:
"Hehe, Councilor Wang misunderstood. It's not like Qian Huan has to go out and see for himself."

Wasn't there anyone else in his villa? A nanny, bodyguards, medical staff… anyone could just go out and peek out; wouldn't they be able to see everything clearly?

Wang Xinfa gave the newly speaking councilor a deep look. To be honest, deep down he was the one who most wanted Qian Huan and Li Hanyu and their son to disappear immediately.

But at this moment, he had to do everything in his power to protect them, and he could not allow even the slightest bit of dirt to be thrown on the mother and daughter, otherwise the fire would soon burn him.

All I can say is that Qian Huan's calling him "Dad" was well-deserved and worthwhile.

Wang Xinfa took a deep breath, suppressing his annoyance and anger, and forced a smile as he retorted point by point:
"First of all, you misspoke earlier. It's not next door, it's next door to next door. There's a villa and a large green belt in between, and it's quite far from the scene of the crime. It's not adjacent at all."

He continued, his tone becoming unquestionable.
"Secondly, because Qian Huan needs absolute rest, his villa has recently undergone a complete soundproofing renovation, and the effect is excellent."

Therefore, the people inside the villa did not hear any unusual noises outside.

"Finally, and most importantly!!!"

Wang Xinfa's gaze swept across the entire room, and he emphasized his tone.

"The people inside never went out during the time of the incident."

All security at the villa is handled by a professional security team under the Guangming Group, and the doors are locked at night.

If any members of parliament have any questions about this, they can review the detailed statements taken by the police last night, or go directly to Lu Chenjia, the person in charge of the 'Bright Group,' to verify the situation.

Wang Xinfa refuted each point one by one, but his rebuttals were not very strong. The key point was that he brought up the Bright Food Group.

(End of this chapter)