I was just telling a story, why is the whole internet urging me to turn myself in?

Chapter 82 Spare their lives, don't you want to take them home?

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the underground parking garage's emergency exit, flashes of light ripped through the darkness, and a bullet pierced Gao Dong's left shoulder.

The moment the blood mist sprayed out, Gao Dong lunged forward, his body, weighing less than 130 pounds, unleashing a force far beyond that of ordinary people, knocking Chen Deming and his gun to the ground.

The scalpel precisely pierced Chen Deming's right quadriceps muscle.

Chen Deming let out a pig-like scream as the Glock flew out of his hand, bounced twice on the concrete ground, and slid into the darkness.

"You think—one bullet can stop me?" Gao Dong knelt on Chen Deming, blood gushing from the wound on his left shoulder.

Chen Deming grabbed Gao Dong's wrists with both hands, trying to stop the scalpel from going any further: "Gao Dong! Calm down! You're insane! Even if you kill me, you can't save your wife and children! You're just throwing your life away!"

"He can't be saved." Gao Dong pulled out the scalpel, the tip slowly moving towards Chen Deming's carotid artery. "But I can make you, you beast, pay with your life."

Just as the tip of the knife was less than three centimeters from Chen Deming's throbbing throat, Gao Dong was about to exert his strength.

"Bang!"

A bullet shattered the emergency light tube on the ceiling, sending sparks flying.

"Defense Agency! Everyone, drop your weapons! Hands over your heads!"

Su Qing's voice came from the end of the passage, his pistol held high in front of him.

Four fully armed special police officers followed behind her, their tactical flashlight beams illuminating the entire passageway.

Gao Dong stopped moving.

"Gao Dong!" Su Qing took a step forward, shifting the muzzle of her gun to Gao Dong's back. "I'm saying this one last time, put down your weapon!"

Gao Dong remained kneeling on Chen Deming's body, the blood on his left shoulder pooling into a shocking dark red stain on the ground, and he swayed precariously.

"Captain Su—" Gao Dong's voice was filled with exhaustion, "You—always arrive so late."

"I'm not late." Su Qing took two more steps forward. "The fact that you haven't killed him yet means you haven't completely gone mad. Gao Dong, put down the knife. We will investigate your wife and daughter's case thoroughly."

Gao Dong let out a bitter laugh: "Investigate to the end? You said the same thing five years ago. But in the end, you shut it down because of insufficient evidence! How can I believe you?"

97

"This time is different."

"What's different?!" Gao Dong suddenly roared hysterically.

Su Qing gritted her teeth: "This time, twenty million people across the internet are watching. No one can suppress this case!"

Gao Dong was stunned, his chest heaving violently.

"Okay—" he gave a bitter laugh, "I want to hear what that anchor named Shen Feng has to say."

Without any hesitation, Su Qing took out her phone, opened the live stream, and turned the volume up to the maximum.

Meanwhile, on the 68th floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center.

Holding a thermos, Shen Feng addressed the 18 million online viewers in a calm and unhurried tone: "Ladies and gentlemen, at this point in the story, a classic game theory dilemma has emerged."

When the police arrived at the scene, Luo Wen faced two choices.

"First, kill the enemy and die together. He didn't have many days left to live anyway, so taking a billionaire tycoon down with him sounds like a good deal and very satisfying."

"Second, put down the knife and hand over your last trump card to the police."

"If it were you, what would you choose?"

The comments section instantly split into two camps, arguing fiercely.

[Of course, stab him to death! The hatred for killing my wife and daughter is irreconcilable! Hesitating for even a second is disrespectful to my wife and children!]

Don't act impulsively! Killing him would be premeditated murder, and Luo Wen's innocence would never be cleared! He would be a murderer!

[As long as you're alive, there's hope, brothers! If you die, you lose everything; capitalists have plenty of ways to launder their money!]

After a dozen seconds of scrolling comments, Shen Feng spoke again: "Many people think it's satisfying to die together. But Luo Wen is a smart man. He understands better than anyone else that the dead cannot testify."

"If he kills Chen Deming, then the entire chain of interests behind Chen Deming will be broken. The evidence of money laundering, the details of the cover-up, and the accomplices at the upstream and downstream levels will all be buried forever with Chen Deming's death."

"And Luo Wen's wife and daughters will truly be lying forever under that 15-meter-deep layer of cold concrete, never even getting a tombstone with their names engraved on it."

"But if Luo Wen chooses to live, and chooses to hand over the evidence..."

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"Then his wife and daughters' remains will have a chance to see the light of day again."

"The last thing a father and a husband can do for his family is not to avenge them with dirty blood, but to bring them home cleanly."

"The story ends here. May all those lost in the darkness find their way home."

"Good night."

Push stream turned off.

The moment the screen went black, Shen Feng slumped into his chair, nearly dropping his thermos.

"Damn it—Gao Dong, you better not let your hand slip! If you stab him to death, Chen Deming's men will definitely come and riddle me with bullets!"

"But popularity points—" Shen Feng secretly glanced at the system panel, looking at the string of numbers jumping wildly, "Hehehe—I've struck gold! I'll do a ten-pull tonight! Bulletproof vest, bulletproof vest, bulletproof vest, even Iron Shirt and Golden Bell will do, please, Daddy, you have to get something this time!"

Safety passage in the underground parking garage.

Gao Dong knelt on Chen Deming's body, blood still flowing from his left shoulder, his consciousness beginning to blur.

Shen Feng's live stream was currently playing from Su Qing's phone speaker, echoing through the empty underground parking garage.

"—Take them home."

The scalpel slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground with a clink.

Gao Dong's body went completely limp, he slid off Chen Deming and fell backward onto the cold cement floor.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Deming tried to get up, still shouting, "Officers! You all saw it! This madman attacked me! I'm going to sue him! I'll have my legal team sue him until he's rotten in jail! I acted in self-defense!"

"Defend your grandpa!"

Two riot control forks extended from the left and right sides simultaneously, crossing and trapping Chen Deming's neck and waist.

"Chen Deming, you have the right to remain silent." Qin Zheng arrived from another passageway at some point, squatted down, and took the Glock from the inside pocket of Chen Deming's suit. "But you don't have a gun license for this gun, do you? Just this charge of illegal possession of a firearm is enough to keep you comfortably in the detention center for a while."

Chen Deming's face turned a deep purplish-red, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Half an hour later, two ambulances drove out of the Peninsula Hotel's underground parking garage, one after the other, their roof lights spinning in the night.

Kao Tung was sent to a hospital directly under the Ministry of National Defense. Due to a penetrating wound in his left shoulder and coagulation dysfunction caused by long-term dialysis, his blood loss was approaching a dangerous level.

After receiving emergency treatment, Chen Deming's thigh wound was also sent to the same hospital, where he was held in solitary confinement under 24-hour armed guard.

Su Qing stood at the hotel entrance and dialed Zhou Weiguo's number.

At 6:00 AM the next morning.

Jiangzhou East Suburb New City, CBD Commercial Complex, Area B.

Three large excavators roared in the morning light, their yellow robotic arms shoveling away at the asphalt layer.

Crushed stone layer, waterproof layer.

Zhou Weiguo personally oversaw the scene, wearing a wrinkled jacket and sporting a scruffy beard, clearly having not slept all night.

Standing behind him were two inspectors from the provincial department and three notaries, who recorded the entire process on video.

Su Qing stood inside the cordon, arms crossed, watching the excavator slowly descend into the ground.

The excavator's bucket began to hit the dense concrete layer, producing a harsh metallic scraping sound.

The construction team replaced the hydraulic breaker with a hydraulic breaker and chipped away at the hard gray barrier, one blow at a time.

When the depth reaches fifteen meters.

"Stop!" The forensic doctor on site raised his hand, and all the machinery shut down at the same time.

The morning breeze swept up from the pit, carrying a damp, earthy smell.

Forensic experts and trace evidence examiners descended to the bottom of the pit using a makeshift aluminum ladder, with Su Qing following behind.

A section of yellowed fabric edge was visible among the concrete fragments at the bottom of the pit.

The forensic pathologist used a soft-bristled brush to carefully remove the surrounding debris, his movements as gentle as if he were restoring a thousand-year-old artifact.

Fifteen minutes later, two highly skeletal skeletons were fully exposed to the morning light.

One big and one small.

Beside the large skeleton, there were several metal buttons that had oxidized and turned black, the same style as those on a women's trench coat.

The smaller skeleton was curled up in the embrace of the larger skeleton, with a fragment of a plastic hair clip sandwiched between its hand bones.

five years.

The mother and daughter remained in an embracing position for five years in darkness fifteen meters deep.

Su Qing squatted at the bottom of the pit, staring at the small skeleton, a lump stuck in her throat that she couldn't swallow.

Zhou Weiguo stood at the edge of the pit, took off his glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and said to the inspector beside him, "Thank you both for reporting to the provincial department immediately! Chen Deming, chairman of Dingsheng Industrial, is suspected of intentional homicide, destruction of evidence, organized crime, and money laundering! Initiate a full-scale investigation at the highest level immediately!" "Freeze all assets involved immediately! Leave no one involved unpunished!"