Official statement: Tongwei is dead! You chose Ruijin, didn't you?

The police car drove smoothly on the main road of Gyeongju.

The branch captain in the co-pilot's seat kept checking the body camera in his hand while swallowing hard.

"Director Zhao, Qi Tongwei just swallowed a gun at Guying Ridge. Liang Lu thought it was bad luck, so she moved back to the old cadres' compound overnight."

The squad leader lowered his voice, his tone revealing his unease, "If we go straight to Old Master Liang's house and force him to sign, wouldn't that be tantamount to slapping the Liang family in the face? Isn't that going too far?"

"That's the face we're going to slap!" Zhao Donglai leaned back in the back seat and sneered.

"She thought that by hiding back at her parents' home and using the old man's reputation, she could wash away this stench?"

Did she think that burying her head in the sand would hide her bare bottom from the inspection team? Today, we're not only going to slap her in the face, we're going to scatter that sand around her!"

Ten minutes later, the police car slowly stopped in front of the guard post in the old cadres' residential area.

There was no siren, but the police uniform itself was a silent pass.

Upon seeing the license plate, the security officer in the guard post quickly jogged out, saluted, but his eyes held a mixture of politeness and wariness.

"Hello. This is...?"

"Delivering takeout." Zhao Donglai lowered the car window halfway and uttered three words expressionlessly.

The security officer was completely dumbfounded, thinking he had misheard: "Huh?"

"A special 'takeout'."

Zhao Donglai handed over his work ID. "Comrade Liang Lu personally requested this service over the phone, insisting on door-to-door delivery. As the director of the municipal bureau, I personally delivered it to her door. Isn't that excellent service?"

This sarcastic tone instantly sent a chill down the spine of the security officer.

He didn't dare ask any more questions, immediately picked up the walkie-talkie, and reported in a distorted voice, "Release! Chief... Official business!"

The brakes were raised, and the police car slowly drove in.

The squad leader, barely daring to breathe in the passenger seat, whispered, "Director Zhao, what you just said... was really hurtful."

"That's what Team Leader Zhou taught us—'Do your work more meticulously and meet the needs of the people.'" Zhao Donglai sneered, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

"Remember, from this moment on, we don't represent the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau, we represent the supervisory team. Anyone who dares to give us the cold shoulder is throwing dirty water in Team Leader Qin's face! Turn on all the cameras, dual high-definition cameras, not a single second can be missed!"

"clear!"

The squad leader understood immediately and pressed the switch on the body camera on his chest. Another officer accompanying him also understood and turned on his handheld camera.

Two flashing red dots, like two cold eyes, are ready to record the good show that is about to unfold in this compound.

......

A few minutes later, in the Liang family's living room.

Liang Lu sat high on the European-style sofa, dressed in a well-tailored silk loungewear, her hair neatly pinned up, her face covered with a layer of cold frost, like a queen waiting for her servants to report.

"Director Zhao is so busy, how come you have time to personally act as a postman?" she asked, picking up her bone china teacup.

Zhao Donglai sat down opposite her and slammed the file folder heavily onto the gleaming mahogany coffee table.

The commotion was so great that Liang Lu's hand holding the teacup trembled violently, and the tea almost spilled.

"Teacher Liang, I've personally delivered the 'takeout' you ordered over the phone." Zhao Donglai smiled and repeated what he had said at the door earlier.

"Please review the 'Declaration of Relinquishing the Right to Dispose of His Body.' Once you sign it, Qi Tongwei's poor relatives who came from Yantaishan Village can take him back to the muddy ditch."

Zhao Donglai deliberately emphasized the words "poor relatives" and "in the muddy ditch," striking a chord with Liang Lu's pitiful yet sensitive self-esteem.

"You!" Liang Lu slammed down her teacup, her face instantly turning bright red.

"Zhao Donglai, what do you mean? Are you here today to complete some paperwork, or to humiliate me?"

"I'm just stating the facts." Zhao Donglai leaned forward, looking directly at her without backing down.

"When Qi Tongwei was alive, you felt he was your disgrace. Now that he's dead, you even find it dirty to go to the funeral home to see him. But your uncle and nephew from Yantaishan Village are willing to charter a beat-up van all the way to carry him home. Teacher Liang, I'm just a rough man, I don't quite understand the sentiments of you upper-class people."

All I know is that if you don't sign this statement, that body will remain frozen in the freezer in Jingzhou, becoming an unclaimed "specimen." If word gets out, will the people of Handong say that Qi Tongwei died a pathetic death, or that your Liang family... went too far?

He pointed to the flashing red dot on the officer's chest next to him and slowly added, "Oh, right, I forgot to remind you, today's 'door-to-door service' was recorded in its entirety. Every word you say will become part of the supervisory team's file."

Liang Lu's face turned from red to white as she stared intently at Zhao Donglai, her chest heaving violently.

She then realized that the police chief in front of her hadn't come to deliver documents at all; he was using the supervisory team's authority to expose her!

Just then, the sound of a cane tapping on the wooden floor came from the stairs, dull yet extremely oppressive.

Liang Qunfeng, dressed in a traditional Chinese jacket, slowly walked down the stairs, supported by his nanny.

Although the old man looked sickly, a vicious glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Donglai, it's nothing, why did you have to come all this way?" Liang Qunfeng sat down in the main chair, his tone sounding like casual conversation, but actually subtly exerting pressure.

"Qi Tongwei is guilty, but death wipes the debt. We can't use a corpse to torment a living person, can we?"

Zhao Donglai immediately stood up, bowing slightly with neither servility nor arrogance, but keeping his back ramrod straight:

"Mr. Liang, you're exaggerating. It's not about making things difficult, it's about following the rules. The supervisory team has ordered that all aspects of the Qi Tongwei case must form a complete and closed-loop evidence system."

Family members claiming the body is the most crucial link in this chain. Since Comrade Liang Lu found the funeral home inconvenient and considered it unlucky, we had to provide the best possible service.

With a single sentence, the ball was kicked back to the table: I'm not here to cause trouble. The supervisory team sent me. If you have any objections, go talk to Team Leader Qin Yuanzhou.

Liang Qunfeng narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in his cloudy pupils.

He stared at Zhao Donglai for a full five seconds before slowly saying, "Comrades in the supervision team, you've really worked hard."

He is all too aware of the current situation.

Sha Ruijin was suspended from his post, while Gao Yuliang lay in the hospital pretending to be dead and retaliating against them. The supervisory team was worried about not being able to find a breakthrough.

If a video recording of "resisting law enforcement" were to be left at this point, the Liang family would not fare well either!

The old fox made a decisive move, turning to look at Liang Lu, whose face was deathly pale, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Sign."

"Dad!" Liang Lu screamed, her face filled with resentment and humiliation.

"I've changed my mind. I've been disgusted by him for half my life, and now that he's dead, do you expect me to clean up his mess?!"

"Foolish!" Liang Qunfeng slammed his cane on the ground with a loud thud.

"If you don't sign, you're really giving him face! Haven't you suffered enough already?!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Lu fell silent instantly, her whole body turning ice-cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Zhao Donglai stood aside, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, but inwardly he was bubbling with smug satisfaction.

What Liang Qunfeng feared was not Qi Tongwei's corpse, but the guillotine that the supervisory team was already hanging over the Liang family's heads!

With trembling hands, Liang Lu picked up the pen and almost poked her way to signing her name.

Zhao Donglai stepped forward and carefully put the signed statement into a document bag, as if he were collecting a precious trophy.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"Director Zhao, you can take the materials, but I'll leave my words here!" Liang Lu said through gritted teeth, as if she had used all her strength.

"His corrupt and illegal acts have absolutely nothing to do with me or the Liang family! From now on, don't associate me with that criminal again!"

Zhao Donglai buttoned up the file folder, looked up, and gave her a standard civil servant smile: "Don't worry, Ms. Liang. We recorded your statement just now, which was so eager to distance yourself, very clearly; not a single punctuation mark was missed."

"You!" Liang Lu was so angry that her vision blurred and she almost couldn't catch her breath.

"Donglai." Liang Qunfeng raised his hand to stop his daughter, who was on the verge of madness, his old eyes fixed on Zhao Donglai.

"Your tone of voice is much harsher now than before."

Zhao Donglai calmly met his gaze and said firmly, "Old Liang, it's not that I'm being stubborn. It's just that in Handong now, people only care about rules and not personal relationships."

The living room fell silent instantly.

After a long silence, Liang Qunfeng chuckled twice: "Good, good one who only talks about rules... Young man, you have potential."

After leaving the Liang family compound and getting into the car, the branch captain dared to breathe heavily; the back of his police uniform was already soaked with sweat.

"Director Zhao, my legs were trembling just now. Old Liang's last look was like a knife, as if he wanted to skin us alive."

Zhao Donglai clutched the file folder tightly to his chest, watching the sycamore trees recede into the distance outside the window.

"Don't be afraid," he chuckled softly. "His knife is about to break."