Chapter 151: Only I Have the Unique Law Chapter 151 Criminal Detention

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Stanik returned with his half-crippled hand to think it over.

Liu Xinyu was in high spirits, circling several hundred meters away from Chen Yi, how many days had it been since she was this free! She was excited like a little white rabbit that had just learned to fly.

Chen Yi also felt the pressure lighten; with such a large chest gone, how could the pressure not lighten?

Back in the dormitory, Jin Douna was so busy she didn't even have time to eat; on the table was just a plate of spicy kimchi and steamed buns.

Chen Yi asked: "Where did the steamed buns come from?"

Jin Douna answered vaguely: "I said I was hungry, and the boys from the next dorm helped buy them."

"Convenient in the boys' dormitory. Free labor everywhere." Chen Yi laughed.

He hid a girl in the dormitory building; let alone the Administrator, even if it were the school Leaders, ninety percent would treat it as a joke. Unless someone reported it through formal channels with their real name, no one would care.

The school Elders weren't afraid of women hidden in the boys' dormitory; they were afraid of high-ranking cadres' children hiding in the girls' dormitory. If some lustful fool took two Pills and ravaged all the women on a floor in one go, that would be a scandal rotting on the school's plaque.

Liu Xinyu deliberately waited a few minutes before entering the dormitory, and after showing her free status, she said to Jin Douna in a half-commanding tone: "First, warn the organization members lurking in Government Departments to pay attention, ensuring no information that could cause a strong national reaction is discovered; wipe clean whatever needs wiping. That way, even if arrested, there won't be too much trouble."

Jin Douna looked up at Chen Yi; the latter shrugged and laughed: "I don't care about your business, but she absolutely must not directly handle it or touch any Identity Proof."

Liu Xinyu puffed out her chest angrily and said: "Why? I've already done as you required and personally sent Song Yuan onto that vehicle."

"I said no, so no." Chen Yi said domineeringly, then turned his head and read his book at ease.

He was at ease, but someone would inevitably be uneasy.

Zhu Guangliang, eager for merit, pressed Song Yuan into a small hotel in the Central District, greeted the front desk disguised as his own people, and went up to the Third Floor.

This was a specially treated detention center, used specifically for temporary criminal detention and interrogation.

Zhu Guangliang ordered two subordinates to guard the door, dragged in the skinny old man bound with foot chains, and then said with a beaming smile: "You've traveled ten thousand li to Jiangning; are you adjusting to the local water and soil?"

Song Yuan pressed his lips and said nothing.

Zhu Guangliang still smiled and said kindly: "Let's start with simple topics. What identity were you pretending to be? This red-faced man."

He held in his left hand the human-skin mask that had just been peeled off not long ago; this thing was made of medical material, thin and breathable, perfectly fitting Song Yuan's face shape, and it also had color, making it quite difficult to produce.

Compared to the other party's true identity, the disguised identity was relatively less sensitive. Zhu Guangliang wanted to use this to open a breakthrough.

However, Song Yuan didn't even lift his head, remaining silent as before.

"It seems you want to resist with silence?" Zhu Guangliang's phoenix eyes stood up. Without more information, this meant torture had to be applied.

His Deputy tugged at him somewhat worriedly.

The two went out together, and Zhu Guangliang frowned: "What's wrong?"

"The higher-ups are currently investigating violation operations; either let me wear him down a bit more, and he'll definitely talk before dawn."

"That won't do." An image of Chen Yi appeared in Zhu Guangliang's mind; although he quite disliked Aristocratic Scions, he still trusted their judgment and information channels very much.

Zhu Guangliang explained in a low voice: "Catching this kind of religious fanatic believer must be fast, ruthless, and accurate; you can't give him a bit of hope. The value of this line..."

He looked at his watch and said: "I think at most a few hours, and its value will drop greatly. If you want to achieve merit, you must ask out something useful right now. As long as we produce results, what does a violation count as?"

As long as he had confidence, the Deputy actually had no objections.

Zhu Guangliang drew out a dagger and entered the room; soon there were muffled "wuwu" sounds from inside, like a wild dog before death.

Two hours later, Zhu Guangliang walked out covered in blood all over his body and said: "Jiezi, it's your turn."

His Deputy handed him a thermos and asked: "Did you get anything out of him?"

"Not a word." Zhu Guangliang spat a mouthful of saliva onto the brand-new red carpet in the corridor.

Every time interrogation by torture was carried out, it would make a person's brutal factor run rampant.

That Deputy was stunned for a moment, but his expression was eager.

The more a spy could resist, the more it proved his value.

Only Zhu Guangliang drank his hot tea with listless interest.

To him, cracking an entire network was the most worthwhile thing; given his position, he could almost get the maximum benefit, and higher-grade goods would have to be shared with the Leaders.

But if only a backbone member was caught and the others escaped, the merit gained might not necessarily offset the fault.

Zhu Guangliang had also been glorious in his early years; when on field duty, whether it was fanatical cult assassins or religious figures who voluntarily acted as human bombs, they could only be considered ordinary roles. For a skinny old man over sixty years old, he really had no interest.

After standing there for over an hour, Jiezi opened the door covered in blood, looked around, and said in a low voice: "Old goods can't make it."

"What have you done?" Zhu Guangliang, who was smoking, flew into a rage at once.

Not finding clues was one thing; looking for charges was another.

Now they hadn't even gotten the case cause; if the suspect was beaten to death, that would really be a big trouble.

Jiezi wiped the knife clean on his pants and said helplessly: "The wound on the thigh wasn't carefully handled; I just took a look, and the whole leg surface had to be cut open, like a deboned pig, I don't know how it happened; I've hung up blood plasma for him."

Should have sent him to the base before questioning.

That's what Zhu Guangliang thought, but he didn't say it out.

He just wanted to save the one hour to the base.

Besides, if something was asked out, there would likely still be a need to return to Jiangning; this way, two hours were saved.

In front of his subordinates, Zhu Guangliang still maintained seriousness and calm, went in to take a look.

Due to lack of professional equipment, using only knives and pliers, Song Yuan was covered in blood all over, almost without a piece of intact skin, barely breathing in and hardly breathing out.

"Call a doctor in." Zhu Guangliang took out a cigarette, smoked hard, and sucked it down to the cigarette butt in a moment.

A subordinate found a doctor from somewhere, and they busily began rescue treatment.

"Can he live?" Zhu Guangliang couldn't help but ask.

The doctor looked for a moment, then said: "Yes. But we need to operate immediately."

Once surgery is performed, torture can no longer be used, and we'll have to report up the chain anyway.

Zhu Guangliang paced irritably in the corridor.

"White felt tents, cooking smoke rising, I was born in a herdsman's home..." The phone's ringtone shook him awake.

"Who?"

"You little bastard, you're really hot-tempered." A thick Sichuan accent came over the phone: "Did you arrest a fifty-year-old today, an impostor?"

"I'm not too sure."

"Wearing your hat crooked and your clothes askew, I knew you'd never amount to anything. In front of me, your old man, you dare to lie?"

The leader's tone was heavy, but Zhu Guangliang instead calmed down, asking: "Do you know about my... who asked you to get someone out?"

"That little bastard's..." The phone went quiet for a moment, the Sichuan accent lighter, he said: "Where is the person?"

Zhu Guangliang took a sharp drag on his cigarette, tossed the remaining small half to the ground and stamped it out, exhaling smoke as he said: "He's still alive."

"The higher-ups want him. You little bastard, be careful." The leader finished speaking and hung up. For him, knowing the man was still alive and in Zhu Guangliang's hands was enough.

In the room, the doctor was performing simple emergency treatment.

Zhu Guangliang shoved the door open, grabbed Jiezi, whispered two instructions, then said to the doctor: "Can you do a surgery here and save his life?"

"How can surgery be done here? He must be sent to the hospital immediately." The doctor was equally covered in blood and didn't even look at him.

"Old Liu, if we could send him to the hospital, would I be begging you?" Zhu Guangliang's tone eased, and he spoke very seriously.

On his face, besides worry, there was still a hint of elation.

After considering for a few seconds, the doctor pulled the curtain and said: "I need a nurse, and send one of your people over. You owe me a favor."

"Fine." Zhu Guangliang said, and hurriedly left the room.

Not long after, Jiezi came back holding a folder and said: "I copied some things, there's very little material, what happened?"

"We've caught a big fish." Zhu Guangliang opened the folder, flipping through it quickly, saying: "Just now Old Zong called me, saying those from above told us to release him."

"Then why haven't you released him?" Jiezi was startled.

Old Zong was one of the people in charge of Jiangning, ranking more than one level above them in the Operation Team.

Zhu Guangliang huffed and said: "If it were just some ordinary old coot, could he move Old Zong? Could he move Old Zong's superiors? What level is this?"

"Could he be one of our own?"

"He's not a mute, he never revealed his identity from start to finish, what's it to me?" Zhu Guangliang said, shaking the folder: "This is it. Where did the extra one million yuan in his account come from? Check it now. We just need to pin one charge on him, at worst it's excessive torture."

His whole body was covered in dried blood, his complexion somewhat terrifying.

Jiezi hurriedly left, Zhu Guangliang searched his whole body, produced the last cigarette, put it in his mouth contentedly, but was reluctant to smoke it, just smelling it.

"Little one, bring out the TV, play the news."

The young man called over found a TV, dragged it to the middle of the walkway and turned it on.

Jiangning's local news channel, a row of leaders sat solemnly behind small nameplates. Only the host's pleasant voice was heard: "... Comrade Fang Zhennan appointed Vice Mayor of Jiangning City, Comrade Ceng Quan relieved of his posts as Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee Member and Office Director..."

Zhu Guangliang suddenly looked at his watch as if abruptly awakened, took out his mobile phone and dialed.

The subordinates hurriedly turned down the TV volume.

After a while, the call connected, Zhu Guangliang stood straight, smiling and saying: "Mr. Chen, I want to report to you, it's about the person arrested today..."