Chapter 324: Feng Mu Bestows Glory Upon Me

Lou Rui listened to Guan Zhong's description, his heart pounding wildly.

He stared fixedly at Guan Zhong, watching as the other man slowly dragged a worn cardboard box from the floor, his hands carefully pulling out brand-new scissors, a hammer that gleamed like a mirror, and an old-fashioned weighing scale from inside the box.

At this moment, Lou Rui's heart seemed to stop beating, his breathing nearly froze, and the scene before him made his very soul tremble.

However, just as Lou Rui was frightened nearly to the point of fainting, Guan Zhong's voice suddenly turned gentle, his voice actually revealing a trace of bizarre warmth:

"But now I feel that all this no longer attracts me so much. My hatred for you seems to have become insignificant.

Because there is light shining into my heart, warming my world.

Therefore, I've decided to give you a chance. Are you willing to seize this opportunity?"

As Guan Zhong spoke, his hands suddenly gently caressed Lou Rui's cheeks, his fingernails piercing into the soft skin beneath his two eye sockets.

In the dream, he started tearing the skin from here, because the skin here is the most tender, and closest to the eyes.

Lou Rui's eyes bulged, he didn't dare blink, his voice trembling uncontrollably as he asked:

"Will you let me go?"

Guan Zhong looked at Lou Rui, a smile imitating Feng Mu's warmth appearing on his face, and he said gently:

"No, but I'm willing to let you die a little faster. So, I'll ask you one last time: are you willing to accept my kindness?"

Facts prove that a smile is the best language, more moving than any threat, and easier to accept than a cold hammer and scissors.

Lou Rui stared straight at Guan Zhong, finding it very hard to reconcile the gentle smiling face before him with the face in his memory that had knelt at his crotch weeping tears.

Lou Rui lamented inwardly: "He looked better when he was crying!"

A miserable smile appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "You can make me do whatever you want, as long as you give me a quick death."

No one wants to die, but if death is certain, who is willing to endure the process of dying?

So, is the process of death more terrifying, or is death itself more terrifying? This is a question worth pondering!

The main reason is that Lou Rui only weighed 141 jin; he simply didn't have the courage to face the 43-jin version of himself.

Guan Zhong slowly spread open his hands, taking out a neatly folded list from his bosom, densely covered with numerous names.

He handed the list before Lou Rui, his eyes carrying an indescribable depth, and said slowly:

"Pick any three people from the list. I need evidence of their connection with you, and with this morning's riot in the Security Bureau. Can you give me that?"

Lou Rui's mouth gaped into an "O" shape. He guessed the Internal Investigation Department wanted to frame someone via a frame-up, but he had never even heard of such a framing method.

They weren't giving him a piece of evidence or a confession to sign; they skipped even that step, instead making him come up with everything himself?!!

Guan Zhong had no such doubt in his heart, because this was Feng Mu's proposal, and he absolutely believed that Feng Mu's case-solving method was the best.

Guan Zhong frowned: "What, can't do it?"

Lou Rui's eyelid twitched. Seeing Guan Zhong's right hand reach for the scissors on the ground, his brain spun faster than ever before, and he hurriedly said:

"No problem, I can definitely fabricate three people…"

Guan Zhong raised an eyebrow: "Hm?"

Lou Rui froze for a moment, then hurriedly corrected the loophole in his words:

"No, I mean I will definitely honestly confess all the details and evidence of those three people participating in the Security Bureau riot with me."

Guan Zhong's smile gradually widened, pure like a carefree child: "Very good."

Two hours later, Lou Rui, racking his brains with inspiration bursting forth, wrote out several high-quality confessions.

These confessions were so lifelike, as if every word inside was soaked with Lou Rui's heart's blood and wisdom.

In the confessions, the case details interlocked tightly, call records and text messages mutually corroborated, making even Guan Zhong click his tongue in amazement as he watched from the side.

How lifelike were they?

Roughly speaking, if you submitted these to the Patrol Bureau, even the famous Divine Detective there would believe the three people identified in the confessions were nailed-down death-row criminals, with no possibility of overturning the verdict.

Yes, to make the confession more convincing, Lou Rui carefully selected three people from the list whom he knew best; his phone happened to have call and text records with them.

Then, Lou Rui died.

He died sitting in the iron chair, a hemp rope strangling his neck, his head drooping, eyes bulging and white staring at the weighing scale on the ground, his face twisted ferociously as if crying but also seemingly... smiling in satisfaction.

Guan Zhong carefully removed the hemp rope from Lou Rui's neck. Then, his left hand lightly holding that rope, his right hand steadily carrying the bag full of evidence, he walked out of the Interrogation Room with steady steps.

He walked quickly to Feng Mu. Under the latter's encouraging gaze, he bowed straight-backed at the waist, then respectfully presented the things in his hands with both hands.

Gong Qi had been waiting impatiently; his favorite part was the puzzle-solving segment. He reached out, took the stack of confessions in one grab, eyes fixed on the paper, fingers flipping nimbly, quickly and meticulously scanning every line.

Feng Mu took the list, glanced at the three names circled in red pen, softly read out the three names, and the faces of several Internal Investigation Department members instantly flushed red, excitement flashing in their eyes.

Although they weren't their own names, they were even more excited than if they had heard their own names, because these were the names they had longed for day and night.

Only a small portion of the names on the list were written by Feng Mu; the remaining numerous names were all written by the Internal Investigation Department members themselves.

Equivalent to Feng Mu giving away the vast majority of the cake to the members. Such a selfless and generous leader — in this world one cannot say there has never been one, but in the lifetime of those present, they had never encountered one before, and likely never would again.

At this moment, the same thought simultaneously surged in the hearts of the many Internal Investigation Department members:

"Feng Mu might be the best Department Head we'll ever meet in this life. We must swear to follow him to the death!"

But Feng Mu was not one to hog credit. His gaze slowly swept over everyone present, his voice gentle and humble:

"Why don't you all thank Guan Zhong? Guan Zhong has opened a good start for everyone this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone cast grateful looks at Guan Zhong.

Guan Zhong stood up, a faint blush rising on his face, uncontrollable excitement flashing in his eyes. He had never imagined that one day he could receive so much gratitude and respect from so many people.

And all of this was undoubtedly the glory bestowed upon him by Feng Mu!

(End of Chapter)