Chapter 209
He just nodded, then went out.
Zhao Mengmeng's heart was filled with unease.
She prayed silently in her heart.
Ning Chen, please! Please do not do that kind of thing!
Yet she knew full well that prayer was useless now.
Because the matter in Anji City was already done by Ning Chen; what he did, others did not know, but he was now already on the road heading north.
As long as no one was killed.
As long as no one was killed.
These words echoed in Zhao Mengmeng's heart.
Suddenly, her heart had grown far larger than before.
Before, she feared Ning Chen would commit a crime.
Now, she could no longer judge whether Ning Chen had committed criminal acts.
The bottom line had been pulled down to—only, he must not have killed anyone.
Yes, only, he must not have killed anyone.
As long as he did not kill anyone with his own hands...
Then there would still be room for maneuver!
As a police officer, Zhao Mengmeng knew she should not think this way.
But when she thought of Ning Chen, she had long forgotten that she was a police officer.
But.
In fact.
Whether it was Liu Zhiguo, the chief of the Donghai City Public Security Bureau,
or the female officer Zhao Mengmeng.
The pain of their choices at this moment, and their constant anxiety.
Were originally, in truth, unnecessary.
All the anxiety was nothing more than—
If the Anji City police suddenly thought of (or were informed of) the lead on Ning Chen, searched for the video of Ning Chen's live broadcast online, and then showed it to the captured Li Sai Gao and others, Ning Chen would inevitably be identified by Li Sai Gao and the others; at that time, Ning Chen's crime of injuring someone with a knife would be firmly established.
Indeed so.
But there must be one important premise in this.
That is.
That night.
After running thousands of kilometers.
Ning Chen, who found that building in Anji City.
Went from the third floor up to the fourth floor.
When he went to "fight unilaterally" against Li Sai Gao and the other three.
The face of Ning Chen that Li Sai Gao and the others saw.
Had to be exactly the same as the face of the streamer Brother Shiguang in Brother Shiguang's online live broadcast room!
And a fellow who had clearly received an SSS-grade Disguise Technique reward before.
Would he really leave his godlike Disguise Technique unused, yet go upstairs to commit black-eats-black business with his own handsome face that could blow up the streets, carrying a black knife?
And on the other hand.
The police of the Anji City Public Security Bureau.
Would also encounter trouble.
That is.
If one day—
In a room within a residential building.
They found a middle-aged man who had gone completely mad and mentally deranged.
And in that room, on a chair, they found the nearly rotting corpse of a young man whose head had been blown off by a single gunshot.
Then they would also need to make a judgment:
Was the young man on the chair killed by that mad middle-aged man?
If the opening of the door caused the rope to pull the gun's trigger, causing the gun to fire a bullet that blew the head of the young man directly opposite, this account would not be charged to that already mad middle-aged man; then who should it be charged to?
And if another murderer existed.
Then an even greater problem would arise—that murderer, at that time, was indeed not at the scene at all.
So even if the true murderer was caught, how should the law sentence him?
And on what basis should he be convicted?
Everything seemed long since destined to be unsolvable.
And that series of arrangements before, which seemed ordinary but were in truth ingenious.
Had already, after the fact, formed a huge pile of legal and procedural major problems, blocking the road not far away, waiting for the police of the Anji City Public Security Bureau.
That person had already arranged every outcome from the very beginning of the action.
And at this moment.
The streamer named Brother Shiguang.
Silent, expressionless.
Already driving a black RV, he had crossed the bridge spanning the river in the Northeast.
Past this bridge,
ahead, he would have fully entered the Northeast region.
He was heading to the far north, to a place called Mohe.
To wait, to welcome a spectacle named "Night Elf Rime."
This was very important to him.
145. (4/6) Really... is it possible?
Donghai City Fuli Academy.
Zhang Xiao was observing her schoolbag.
It was a new schoolbag.
But beneath the schoolbag, there was a scratch, nearly piercing through.
She had just started first grade this year.
In the morning, several boys in the class came over, wanting to pull her braids.
She felt she had kept her secret quite well.
But for some reason, it still spread throughout the class.
Saying she lived in an orphanage, with no father and no mother.
Later, mischievous boys dared to bully her.
When those boys pulled her braids, she would tuck the braids into her collar to hide them, and they would pull them out again.
The teacher happened to come in, saw it, and severely criticized those boys.
They probably bore a grudge; during the break, while Zhang Xiao was out using the restroom, they slashed her schoolbag.
Back at Fuli Academy, Zhang Xiao only then discovered this.
A new schoolbag is something every child at school age in Fuli Academy receives.
But each person gets only one.
Zhang Xiao cherished this schoolbag; she thought it looked very nice.
But now it had been slashed with a tear.
Zhang Xiao's face was flushed red.
After wiping away tears for a while with her head bowed, she went out, found half a brick in the corner of Fuli Academy.
End of Chapter
