Chapter 302: Suicide Note, Delete?

Gong Lao sank deep into the soft sofa, he hadn't taken off his shoes, filthy shoe soles casually trampling on the carpet.

If it were before, Gong Lao would absolutely not dare be so reckless, the 150-jin wife at home would break his legs, but now it didn't matter anymore.

The wife hadn't been home these past few days, sent out of the Nine Districts by him to a place where no one could find her.

Cigarette butts were scattered everywhere beside the shoes, some already extinguished, others still emitting faint wisps of smoke, the air permeated with the distinct smell of tobacco.

Gong Lao's fingers lightly tapped the sofa armrest, accompanied by the cigarette sparks flashing on and off, the carpet burned with charred black holes.

Unknown how much time passed, when Gong Lao could no longer shake out any cigarettes from the cigarette case, his whole person seemed shrouded in smoke, his face blurred.

Buzz buzz buzz——

A connection sound faintly came from within the smoke, the voice on the other end couldn't be heard, only Gong Lao's hoarse voice responding:

"The debt I owe you has been repaid, hah——, it's time to go, I see them waving at me."

A falling cigarette butt dropped onto the carpet, this time it didn't burn a hole, but raised a dangerous flame, quickly connecting with the butts on the ground, spreading to his trouser legs and the sofa.

Gong Lao seemed unaware, he mechanically deleted the contacts on his phone, threw it on the tea table, then opened that worn wallet, his gaze landing on a yellowed photo in the interlayer.

The young man in the photo smiled foolishly, while the woman beside him was slender and beautiful.

Gong Lao's throat let out a suppressed miserable scream, the photo in his hand turned to black ash in the flames, his clothes also immediately devoured by the fire.

Gong Lao's whole body was on fire, he howled miserably crashing about the room, finally smashing through the window, with a plop he plunged down from the seventh floor.

When Feng Mu and the others arrived, what met their eyes was a charred corpse on the ground.

A circle of onlookers gathered downstairs, they pointed and gestured, discussing animatedly toward the broken window upstairs, someone nearby had also dialed the Patrol Bureau's phone, but the Patrol Bureau was constantly busy, no one answered for a long time.

Feng Mu's group hurried upstairs, only to see the door wide open, a burly figure busy inside.

He waved a water-soaked blanket, great strength and heavy momentum, each wave accompanied by a heavy sound, in no time the fire in the living room was extinguished one by one by him.

In this era where Martial Dao flourishes, the threat of fire has greatly decreased, because many people have the ability to serve as "human fire extinguishers".

Feng Mu frowned slightly, his gaze pausing briefly on that person.

Liu Yi and the others wore grave expressions, quickly surrounding him.

After a round of questioning, they learned this fire-fighting strongman was called Zhao Yongwei, 33 years old, the neighbor next door, he heard the window shatter and fire alarm and immediately broke down the door, enthusiastically extinguishing the flames.

"Caonima, so many ways to commit suicide, you just had to choose arson, really got what you deserved dying, even the corridor walls are smoked black….."

The fire-fighting strongman wiped sweat from his head, cursing filthily.

Feng Mu's pupils shrank, he asked: "How do you know it was suicide?"

【24】 "Isn't it suicide?" The strongman sensed everyone's hostile gazes, his face turning somewhat pale, he nervously explained, "Look, didn't he leave a suicide note on his computer?"

"Wasn't it suicide?" The burly man noticed the unfriendly gazes of everyone, his face somewhat pale, and he explained nervously, "Look, didn't he leave a suicide note on his computer?"

On the dining table to the side of the living room, a laptop lay quietly there, the screen smoked black by the fumes, Liu Yi quickly stepped forward, carefully wiping the screen clean with tissue.

The screen lit up, displaying a document interface with black text on white paper.

Liu Yi glanced at the document's content, instantly feeling darkness before his eyes, he picked up the laptop and walked quickly to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu scanned the suicide note's content with an unchanged expression, although the writing in the note was somewhat chaotic, the central idea summarized into just two points.

First, Gong Lao couldn't go on living and wanted to die himself;

Second, Gong Lao launched a fierce attack on the Second Prison's dark current situation, especially Prison Warden Qian Huan's "Last Place Elimination System", he believed this system forced prison guards to view prisoners as livestock awaiting slaughter.

Gong Lao felt the Second Prison had become a slaughterhouse, the prison guards turned into ruthless executioners.

Under the torture of conscience, he decided to help the prisoners escape the prison. However, unexpectedly, the prisoners actually triggered a riot, taking prison guards hostage.

Even more shocking to him, Prison Warden Qian Huan actually coldly and ruthlessly ordered all prisoners and prison guards killed.

Gong Lao realized he had committed an irreparable mistake, only able to choose self-destruction in fear and regret.

Feng Mu finished reading seriously, said with a half-smile: "Heh, written quite convincingly."

Liu Yi didn't know if Feng Mu was being sarcastic, didn't dare respond, Feng Mu gave the enthusiastic neighbor a sidelong glance, soon someone escorted the neighbor away from the scene.

After the neighbor left, Gong Qi then said gloomily: "Junior Brother, that person has a problem."

Feng Mu "Mm"ed: "I know."

Seeing Feng Mu knew, Gong Qi still didn't say more, he scanned the computer and asked:

"This person took all the blame onto himself, and now that he's dead, Junior Brother, doesn't your case have to be solved whether it breaks or not?"

Feng Mu didn't answer Gong Qi, but countered: "Has the suicide note been sent out?"

Liu Yi operated the computer a few times, replied: "Sent out via email, should have been sent before death, the recipient email is, this email number seems a bit familiar."

He let out a surprised "Eh", continued: "Seems it was sent to a high-level figure in the Prison System, but I'm not sure exactly which one."

Seeing Feng Mu's inquiring gaze, Liu Yi organized his language, explained:

"Our Prison System email suffixes are all unified, and the numbers before the email also follow specific rules. Generally speaking, the smaller the number, the higher the position in the Prison System. Our Prison Warden's assigned number is jqjy17, while this email's number is jqjy03, so……"

Feng Mu pondered for two seconds, feeling the case becoming more complex, the figures involved growing larger.

Fortunately, what he employed wasn't conventional investigation methods, but the Divine Detective's wisdom template, he only needed to fabricate a captivating story, for this he could delete or add modifications to facts that had already occurred.

Feng Mu said calmly: "Delete the email."

Liu Yi stared blankly, then anxiously explained: "The email's already been sent out, deleting it now can't cover it up."

Feng Mu smiled faintly, a deep light flashing in his eyes: "I naturally know, but you delete it first right now."

Liu Yi hesitated a moment, meeting Feng Mu's determined yet gentle smiling face, took a deep breath, finally made up his mind, clicked to operate, thoroughly deleting the email from the computer.

…….

(End of Chapter)