A perfect crime? To me, it's full of flaws!

Provincial government office building.

Qi Feng stood at the elevator entrance, his right eyelid twitching uncontrollably.

He took a few deep breaths, but the panic that welled up from the bottom of his heart not only did not lessen, but instead became stronger and stronger.

Three days.

Three whole days.

After the case was closed, he took Lin Haitang on a three-day wild trip around the city.

Looking back now, I realize that wasn't playing around; it was digging my own grave.

Who is Lin Haitang? She's the apple of Vice Director Gong's eye, Xing'an's precious daughter!

These debts combined are enough to warrant his secret execution eight hundred times over in the provincial government's underground parking garage.

Without any hesitation, Qi Feng turned around and headed straight for his master Liu Yuanshan's office.

"Bang."

The door was pushed open roughly.

Liu Yuanshan was holding an enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it, a few goji berries floating on the surface of the water. He frowned as he looked at his panting apprentice.

"Master!" Qi Feng leaned on the desk, his eyes fervent. "Are there any difficult cases in the province right now? I can go and help. No matter how tough or tiring the case is, I'll go. I'll do anything."

Liu Yuanshan's hand, which was holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

He stared at Qi Feng.

Normally, if I ask this kid to go downstairs to get a file, he'll take two cigarettes from me as a running fee. Today, he volunteered to take on this difficult task.

A thought flashed through Liu Yuanshan's mind.

Possession.

It's definitely been a case of being possessed.

However, the old Taoist priest once said that with the national emblem on one's head, one is immune to all evil.

Liu Yuanshan blew on the goji berries on the water's surface, took a sip, and put down his teacup: "What's wrong with you?"

"I heard that my senior brother is currently handling a case from over a decade ago, and they need to screen the DNA of thousands of people," Qi Feng said rapidly, leaning forward. "They're severely understaffed right now, and I think I can go help!"

Liu Yuanshan frowned even deeper: "The case is deep in the mountains. Some of the most secluded villages are inaccessible by road. Cell phone signal is intermittent, and you can't take a shower for ten days or half a month. Are you sure you want to go?"

"No cell phone signal?!" Qi Feng's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh. "That's great! That's it! I'll go report to my senior brother right away and start packing!"

After saying that, he turned and walked out, his steps unusually fast.

"stop."

Liu Yuanshan gave a cold shout.

He knew his apprentice too well. Something was definitely amiss. This kid must have gotten into some huge mess and was trying to escape to the deep mountains and forests to avoid trouble.

If he gets away, people will come looking for him and hold his master accountable!

His old bones can't withstand any more strain.

Liu Yuanshan stood up, strode around the desk, and grabbed Qi Feng by the back of his collar.

"Master, this case is of paramount importance!" Qi Feng cried out anxiously, grabbing Liu Yuanshan's wrists with both hands. "This is what you taught me! Let go! This is a matter of life and death!"

Sweat beaded on Qi Feng's forehead. His premonition grew stronger and stronger; if he didn't leave now, he would die here today.

"Stop giving me that nonsense." Liu Yuanshan tightened his grip and pulled Qi Feng back. "Explain yourself clearly. What despicable thing have you done?"

"Clang! Clang!"

There was a knock on the office door.

Before Liu Yuanshan could speak, the door was pushed open.

Lin Haitang stood at the door. She had changed back into her police uniform, her hair tied into a neat ponytail, looking dashing and heroic.

Liu Yuanshan released his grip on Qi Feng's hand and straightened his clothes: "Haitang, what brings you here?"

Lin Haitang glanced at Qi Feng, who was covered in sweat, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

"My dad said Qi Feng should come to his office in ten minutes," Lin Haitang said in a clear voice. "He's in a meeting right now, but he'll be back soon. He said the first thing he should see when he opens the office door is Qi Feng standing inside."

Qi Feng felt a chill run down his spine. Every hair on his body stood on end.

(Ten minutes. Office! This is like trying to trap a dog inside the door!)

"My senior brother desperately needs me!" Qi Feng turned around abruptly and grabbed Liu Yuanshan's arm. "I have to go support him right away, there's no time to lose! Master, could you go to the director's office for me? Tell him I've already gone to the front lines for the cause of public security!"

After saying that, he shook off Liu Yuanshan's hand and rushed out the door with his head down.

Liu Yuanshan's eye twitched violently.

That little bastard!

Why did you have to mess with Deputy Director Gong? And now you expect me to take the fall for you?

Liu Yuanshan grabbed Qi Feng's belt tightly with his other hand and pulled him back sharply.

Qi Feng lost his balance and took two steps back.

Using the force, Liu Yuanshan darted to the door and pulled it open.

"Disciple, things are too complicated with your senior brother," Liu Yuanshan said rapidly, standing in the corridor. "You can't handle it. I have to go myself. Goodbye, disciple!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Bang!"

The office door was slammed shut from the outside.

Instantly, the office fell silent.

Lin Haitang leaned against the door frame, looking at Qi Feng's appearance, her shoulders shaking, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Qi Feng turned around, leaned against the door panel, slid down the door panel to the ground, and squatted down.

"Why."

A long sigh.

Qi Feng looked up at the ceiling, his face filled with despair.

"Oh well, it's all the same whether I stick my neck out or not," Qi Feng muttered to himself. "If I die, remember to leave me an heir... well, leaving an heir is probably too much trouble. Just burn me lots of paper money. And lots of beautiful women, the long-legged kind."

Lin Haitang walked up to him and looked down at him.

"If you were to die, I'd burn plenty of paper money for you," Lin Haitang said with a smile. "But not for beautiful women. I'll just burn a few of my photos for you."

Qi Feng looked at the bright and beautiful face in front of him and swallowed hard.

(That woman is ruthless! Even after I'm dead, she still won't let me go!)

He was internally ranting and raving, but dared not utter a single word.

"Stop standing there." Lin Haitang nudged his shoe. "Go to my dad's office. If he comes back and doesn't see you, you'll be in even worse shape."

Qi Feng stood up and patted the dust off his pants.

He looked at Lin Haitang, blinked, and said in a pitiful tone, "Then you'll stay with me."

Lin Haitang sighed as she looked at him.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The two walked out of Liu Yuanshan's office, through the long corridor, and toward the deputy director's office at the end of the building.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps.

Qi Feng walked very slowly, but no matter how much he dawdled, he still arrived at Director Gong's office.

I pushed open the office door, and it was empty.

Qi Feng walked to the front of the desk, stood still, put his feet together, and placed his hands on the seams of his pants.

He had to stand at attention perfectly, and he couldn't afford to be found to have any faults in that regard.

Lin Haitang walked over to the sofa and sat down, casually flipping through a magazine on the coffee table.

Time passed second by second.

Five minutes later.

The door was pushed open.

Director Gong walked in.

He was dressed in civilian clothes, the police rank insignia on his shoulders gleaming metallically under the lights. He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and an imposing presence.

He didn't look at Qi Feng at all, not even once, as if the person didn't exist.

Director Gong closed the door behind him.

He walked to the coat rack by the door, raised his hands, took off his police cap, hung it on the top hook, and straightened the brim.

Qi Feng stood ramrod straight, his gaze fixed on the air directly in front of him, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Director Gong turned around and walked towards the water dispenser.

He took out a disposable paper cup, pressed the red hot water button to fill it halfway, and then pressed the blue cold water button to fill it up.

Holding the paper cup, he walked behind his desk.

Pull out the seat.

sit down.

He placed the paper cup on the table.

I picked it up and took a sip.

Put down the paper cup.

The whole process lasted nearly three minutes.

No one was speaking in the office; the only sound was the soft whooshing of the air conditioning vents.

This silent sense of oppression is ten times more terrifying than a deafening roar over the phone.

Director Gong finally raised his head.

His gaze fell on Qi Feng's face.

There was no anger, no emotion, just a terrifying calm.

Qi Feng felt his stomach start to cramp.

Director Gong withdrew his gaze and looked at Lin Haitang, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Haitang," Director Gong said in a deep, resonant voice, "I left my bag in the car, could you get it for me?"

Lin Haitang closed the magazine and stood up.

"it is good."

She didn't say a word, but when she passed by Qi Feng, Lin Haitang paused for half a second.

She turned her head and gave Qi Feng a look.

Those eyes were filled with "Good luck."

Only Qi Feng and Director Gong remained in the office.

The air was no longer frozen; Qi Feng felt the pressure of a legendary Nascent Soul stage expert! It was as if a mountain was pressing down on him.