Just after nuclear fusion was successfully achieved, my brother Qi Tongwei committed suicide?

Although everyone knows that the provincial party committee cannot completely stand aside after such a big incident in Qijiang, at least the attitude from above is very clear: it is not targeting the provincial party committee leadership!

This is enough!

Luo Shanhe took in everyone's subtle reactions, but his face remained calm and composed.

"certainly,"

He changed the subject and continued:

"Qijiang is the Qijiang in Handong."

"The supervisory team must carry out its work smoothly in Qijiang,"

"It is inseparable from the support and cooperation of the Handong Provincial Party Committee."

"This requires the strong assistance of Secretary Sha and all the Standing Committee members."

Sha Ruijin immediately put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a solemn and firm tone:

"Don't worry, Team Leader Luo!"

"The Hantong Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China will resolutely obey the decision of the Central Committee!"

"We will do our utmost in the work of the supervisory team,"

"Give us people when we need people, and give us things when we need things."

"Absolutely no reservations!"

Zhao Dagong, Gao Yuliang, and others nodded in agreement, indicating their full support.

Luo Shanhe nodded in satisfaction: "Good. With Secretary Sha's words, I can rest assured."

The brief meeting ended in a relatively peaceful atmosphere.

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After seeing Sha Ruijin and the others off.

Luo Shanhe did not rest immediately. Instead, accompanied by several staff members, he bypassed the main road and headed to another location.

Special Commissioner's Office.

Mu Chen was already waiting there.

The door was pushed open.

Luo Shanhe walked in.

Mu Chen stood up.

Their eyes met.

There was no unnecessary small talk, no insincere pleasantries.

Like old friends who haven't seen each other for years, a single glance is enough for them to understand each other's unspoken thoughts.

There was a hint of seriousness in Luo Shanhe's eyes.

Mu Chen's gaze remained as calm as ever.

"Old Luo."

Mu Chen spoke first, his voice low and deep.

"Xiaochen."

Luo Shanhe nodded slightly and sat down opposite Mu Chen.

A moment of silence.

Luo Shanhe then slowly said:

"This time I'm going to Qijiang,"

"We can't just stop there like before."

"The higher-ups mean that we must investigate this thoroughly."

"He's serious."

Mu Chen looked at Luo Shanhe and slowly nodded.

He understood the weight of Luo Shanhe's words.

The water in Qijiang is deeper than I imagined.

"Go ahead and investigate."

Mu Chen's voice was calm, yet it carried a convincing power.

"Over here in Handong,"

"I'll cover it."

There were no grand pronouncements, no solemn vows.

But those three words are more effective than any promise.

Luo Shanhe looked at Mu Chen, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, which then turned into determination.

"it is good."

He stood up: "Then I'm leaving."

"Go."

Mu Chen also got up to see him off.

No further words were spoken.

it is more than words.

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A few hours later.

A Toyota Coaster minibus is traveling on the highway.

Heading straight to Qijiang City!

Those sitting up there are the supervisory team members!

Outside the car window, night was deepening.

Luo Shanhe leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

But his tightly clenched hands revealed the turmoil in the veteran's heart.

Luo Shanhe knew very well that the waters of Qijiang were definitely not shallow, and the problems were even more significant.

Otherwise, a deputy mayor wouldn't have been driven to commit suicide by jumping into the water!

If we're not careful, we might alert them, and then we won't be able to find out anything.

Therefore, he chose to arrive secretly.

Early in the morning.

The convoy finally arrived in Qijiang City.

The streets were deserted, with only one or two homeless people occasionally huddled in street corners.

The convoy drove through the city center and arrived at an inconspicuous hotel.

This is the temporary office of the supervisory team in Qijiang.

The convoy came to a slow stop.

Luo Shanhe was the first to get off the bus.

But that's it.

A staff member suddenly rushed over.

"Team Leader Luo!"

The staff member's voice carried a hint of nervousness: "Please come and take a look!"

Luo Shanhe's heart tightened, and he quickly followed the staff to the hotel entrance.

On the steps by the door was a package, and inside the package was a dead fish!

The dead fish had begun to rot, emitting a nauseating stench.

Luo Shanhe's face instantly turned ashen.

He crouched down and carefully examined the dead fish, his brow furrowed.

After discovering that the fish was also vomiting black liquid.

Luo Shanhe stood up, his gaze slowly sweeping over the surrounding staff, and said in a deep voice, "Protect the scene and notify the technical personnel from the provincial department to come and collect evidence immediately."

"Yes!"

The staff responded in unison.

While everyone was busy.