If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

Wang Manchun wore an unprecedentedly gentle smile as she personally prepared breakfast for Minglou: fried eggs, toast with jam, and freshly ground coffee.

"Senior brother, try this fried egg." She pushed the plate in front of Minglou, her eyes filled with undisguised happiness.

Minglou picked up his knife and fork, cut open the fried egg, and the runny yolk slowly flowed out. He smiled and nodded, "Manchun's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Wang Manchun rested her chin on her hand, gazing intently at Minglou, her heart and eyes filled with longing for the future.

Just then, the telephone in the living room suddenly rang sharply.

"Who is it, so early in the morning?" Wang Manchun got up and answered the phone.

The next second, her face darkened.

Minglou asked casually, "What's wrong?"

"The prisoner died last night."

Minglou immediately put down his knife and fork, stood up and walked to her side, his face full of "concern": "What happened? How could such an important prisoner suddenly die? Let's go to No. 76 quickly, in case anything goes wrong."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Manchun nodded nervously, hurriedly changed her clothes, and drove with Minglou to No. 76.

Liang Zhongchun stood at the entrance of the prison area with a group of people, a half-smile on his face, clearly having been waiting for a long time.

"Director Wang, we've been waiting for you. Yesterday, we handed the man over to you for interrogation so you could uncover his accomplices and dig out the web behind it all. But what did you do? You just beat him to death? If Section Chief Nantian finds out, I'm afraid it'll be hard to explain, won't it?"

Wang Manchun had no time to argue with him. She rushed into the cell, knelt down, and immediately checked Uncle Li's pulse. The skin her fingertips touched was cold and stiff, with no pulse whatsoever. She then checked Uncle Li's breath, and listened to his chest. Her face grew even paler; he was indeed dead.

"Stop touching him, Director Wang." Liang Zhongchun strolled in slowly, stroking his cane smugly, his tone tinged with schadenfreude. "The forensic doctor already examined him; he stopped breathing in the middle of the night. Now that he's dead, the trail is cold. You'd better think about how to explain this to Section Chief Nantian."

Tong Hu, who was standing nearby, glanced at the two men locked in a stalemate and asked cautiously, "Director Liang, Director Wang, what should we do with this body? Leaving it here isn't a good solution."

"What else can we do?" Liang Zhongchun glanced at the corpse on the ground. "In this heat, it'll start to rot in less than half a day. We should have it dragged out as soon as possible and dumped in a mass grave to save ourselves the trouble."

"Wait!" Wang Manchun suddenly stood up, her eyes sharp as she looked at Liang Zhongchun, filled with suspicion and wariness. "Liang Zhongchun, did you tamper with things? Last night I only had the doctor treat his wounds; there's no reason he should have just died. Are you trying to cut off the trail and frame me?"

"Director Wang, you're really trying to shift the blame!" Liang Zhongchun's face immediately changed. "The person has been locked up in your cell the whole time, guarded by your men. I haven't even stepped inside the cell, how could I have tampered with it? This has nothing to do with me, don't try to pin the blame for your torture on me!"

The guards fell silent, too afraid to admit that they had gone out for drinks and left the cell. The tall, thin guard quickly said, "Director Wang, we've been on guard all night, and no one has come in."

The remaining guards quickly nodded in agreement: "Indeed, no one has gone in."

The implication is that Wang Manchun killed them, and we were just doing our duty; it has nothing to do with us.

She glared at the group, then turned to Liang Zhongchun and said in a deep voice, "Fine, since you say you didn't do it, then let's find out! Call the forensic doctor immediately for an on-site autopsy! I want to see if he was poisoned and how he died!"

Liang Zhongchun didn't care about Uncle Li's life or death, and retorted sharply, "Fine, then let's do an autopsy on the spot. But let's make this clear first: what if he doesn't have any poison in his body?"

"If he wasn't poisoned, I'll apologize to you."

Liang Zhongchun snorted: "Do you know that killing someone to cover up a crime is considered collusion with the Communists? That's a huge crime! You've pinned such a serious charge on me, and you think an apology is enough?"

"So what do you want?"

"If he wasn't poisoned, then you're framing me. I demand that you pour me tea in front of everyone at No. 76, apologize, kowtow three times, and publicly admit that you framed me."

Seeing Liang Zhongchun's confident demeanor, Wang Manchun hesitated for a moment. If that were the case, what prestige would she have left in No. 76? Her subordinates would also become disloyal.

Just then, Minglou, who had been silent all along, spoke up.

He said with a stern face, "Nonsense! Do you have to make such a big fuss over such a small matter? What do you take the 76th Division for? A gang of outlaws? Serving tea, apologizing, and kowtowing? Do you really think you're some big shots in the underworld?"

Both of them quickly shut up.

"Go back and reflect on your actions. Wang Manchun and Liang Zhongchun, you two go back to the office now and each write a 1,000-word self-criticism and hand it in. You're both causing me no peace of mind this early in the morning."

Liang Zhongchun wanted to say something more, but Minglou glared at him, and he quickly shut up.

Minglou scolded the people around him: "Isn't there any work to be done so early in the morning? What are you doing watching the excitement here? If you can do something, do it; if you can't, get out. No. 76 doesn't support idlers."

Everyone quickly dispersed, and Wang Manchun and Liang Zhongchun also hurried back to their offices.

Liang Zhongchun gave Tong Hu a wink, and Tong Hu quickly directed several men to carry Uncle Li's body away, load it onto a vehicle, and prepare to transport it.

Just as the body was being loaded onto the truck, a piercing car horn sounded outside the yard, and three black sedans drove into No. 76.

The car door was suddenly pushed open, and Yoko Minamida, dressed in a crisp Japanese military uniform and wearing military boots, was the first to get off.

Her gaze swept over the body hanging from the truck, and she snapped, "Put it down."

Tong Hu's hand froze instantly. He turned to look at Liang Zhongchun and saw that the other man had also composed himself. He had no choice but to meekly carry Uncle Li's body down with the agents and place it on the cold ground.

Minglou's heart skipped a beat, a bad feeling rising within him, fearing things were about to go wrong.

How did Yoko Minamida arrive so quickly?

She was furious when she heard the news that someone had been beaten to death this morning.

She didn't believe in any failed interrogation; she only suspected that someone had deliberately killed her to silence her and cut off her trail to the underground party. So, she brought the Special Higher Police officers and rushed to No. 76 without stopping.

Liang Zhongchun and Wang Manchun approached and exchanged pleasantries, saying, "Why did the section chief suddenly come?" Nantian Yangzi didn't respond at all, but just raised her chin. The forensic doctor following behind immediately stepped forward, put on white gloves, and squatted down to examine Uncle Li's body.

Minglou's eyes were fixed on the forensic doctor's movements, and his heart jumped into his throat.

The forensic doctor probed Uncle Li's carotid artery with his fingers, then examined his eyelids, pressed several points on his chest, and then tested several acupuncture points on the body with silver needles. After confirming that there were no signs of poisoning, he stood up, bowed to Nantian Yangzi, and reported: "Reporting to the section chief, the prisoner has no vital signs. The preliminary examination found no traces of poisoning, and it is presumed that the death was caused by excessive torture."

Ming Lou's tense back relaxed slightly, but before he could catch his breath, the forensic doctor added, his voice calm yet like a thunderclap: "Is an on-site autopsy necessary for further detailed examination?"

Nantian Yangzi's gaze was cold and unsettling. She did not answer immediately, but slowly turned her head to look at Wang Manchun and Liang Zhongchun beside her.

"I want to know what exactly happened, whose responsibility it is, and who killed the person."

Liang Zhongchun panicked and hurriedly cleared his name, bowing and smiling obsequiously: "Reporting to Section Chief Nantian, Director Wang personally interrogated me in this case from start to finish. I didn't interfere at all, not even stepping into the cell."

This directly shifted the blame to Wang Manchun, who immediately exploded, pointing angrily at Liang Zhongchun: "Liang Zhongchun, you're slandering me! The prisoner was perfectly fine when I left the interrogation room, how could he suddenly die? You must have secretly tampered with things while I was away, trying to frame me!"

"Enough!" Yoko Nanada shouted sharply, raising her hand to interrupt the argument between the two. She said coldly, "I have no interest in listening to your finger-pointing. I just want one answer: did he really die from excessive torture, or was someone deliberately murdering him to cover it up?"

Seeing that Nan Tian was angry, Liang Zhongchun quickly dropped his joking demeanor and straightened his posture: "Section Chief Nan Tian, ​​don't worry, I have evidence! This was absolutely caused by excessive torture; there was absolutely no intention to kill him to cover it up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the courtyard froze again, and everyone's eyes were on him.

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