Chapter 207: Fan Brother Anticipated Your Anticipation

Zhuzi finished wiping his butt, then put on a pair of clean white no-mark gloves.

First, posing as an electrician, he went to greet the nursing home's director, citing circuit repairs, and said he needed to pull the power switch, cutting electricity for two hours.

The reason he greeted first before pulling the switch.

Mainly to dispel everyone's suspicions; if the power went out for no reason, it would surely trigger the vigilance of those two prosecutors.

Looking back, he saw the government vehicle parked in the courtyard had already left, and guessed that Peng Tianhua had already departed.

Zhuzi then proceeded with the next step of his plan.

After careful consideration.

Zhuzi planned to use the second solution given by Tie Dan—feign east, strike west—mainly because feign east, strike west could not only pin down the prosecutors but also create chaos.

On the fourth floor of the nursing home, in the farthest room 409, lived an old man in a wheelchair.

The old man also had a dog for company.

It seemed his children treated him fairly well; although they'd left him at the nursing home, they at least helped him break the home's bad rule, allowing him to occupy a room alone, with the dog as companion.

Target locked: it's him!

Zhuzi carried a tool bag containing a hammer, flashlight in hand, and walked step by step toward room 409.

The door was ajar.

Because of the power outage, the room was pitch black.

Zhuzi shone his flashlight and saw the old man sitting in his wheelchair, head drooping as he dozed. The Chinese rural dog curled beside him, however, was alert; upon seeing a stranger enter, it immediately got up and barked twice.

The old man was startled awake.

He habitually scolded the dog: "Stupid dog, spring's come, what are you doing acting all flirty at night? And you're barking nonsense. You'll disturb others' sleep—watch out, the director might kick you out, lie still!"

"Woooo~~~"

The dog obviously understood the old man's reprimand, letting out a whiny low whine, obediently lying still on the ground, but its eyes remained fixed on the uninvited guest outside the door—Zhuzi.

Does it bear hostility toward me?

Zhuzi muttered to himself, sweeping the flashlight's beam onto the dog's chain on the floor. Seeing the other end tied to the bedpost, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuzi shouted: "Sir, there's a risk of electrical leakage and fire in your room; it needs inspection—please clear some space."

"What am I supposed to move to in the middle of the night? Don't wave that flashlight around here, you'll blind my eyes—watch out, I might end up living at your place!"

The old man's tone was a bit harsh.

This is probably one reason he lives alone—he picks fights with anyone, making him unsociable.

Zhuzi had no patience for him, stepped forward, pushed the wheelchair, and said: "You'll see once we get there."

"Hey, you little bastard, who are you? I'm not going anywhere!" He gripped the wheels with both hands, but being old, he couldn't overcome Zhuzi's youthful strength.

"You little bastard, are you pushing me back or not? Watch out, I'll sue you for elder abuse!"

The old man kept roaring, and Zhuzi let it go in one ear and out the other.

After pushing the old man into the elevator and going straight up to the rooftop—dark moon, high wind, a night for murder and arson! —but Zhuzi didn't intend to kill the old man, after all, this involved his professional integrity.

He merely tied up the old man's hands and feet, then sealed his foul‑mouthed mouth with tape.

The old man grunted and struggled, apparently panicked to the limit; suddenly, a pungent urine smell filled the air.

"Stay here and reflect—think about why you're so disliked."

Zhuzi dumped the old man on the rooftop.

As he left, he casually locked the rooftop door behind him, thinking of leaving a note—"Dangerous dog on the rooftop; enter with caution!"—

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to write several of the characters.

After thinking, he decided to forget it; getting the job done was more important.

Zhuzi returned to room 409, lit the bedding, then locked the door.

Soon, the whole room 409 was lit by firelight, thick smoke pouring from the barred window. The dog trapped inside barked nonstop, unable to flee, held by its chain.

Zhuzi ran downstairs and shouted: "Not good! The old man in room 409 locked himself in and set a fire! He probably doesn't want to live—hurry and put out the fire!"

The entire nursing home erupted in chaos.

At that moment, looking up from the ground floor courtyard to the fourth floor, room 409 resembled a fire‑breathing beast in the endless night; the old man's room was full of clutter, and once ignited it lit up half the sky.

"Hurry and put out the fire!"

Nobody knew who shouted again.

But what sort of people are in a nursing home? Most are frail elders who collapse at a touch; they can't even care for themselves, so all they can do is gawk.

The two prosecutors guarding the door of room 106, seeing the fire grow and lives at stake, ultimately fell for Zhuzi's feign‑east‑strike‑west ploy.

They thought the old man was inside the room.

Waiting for the fire trucks to arrive would surely be too late, so the two rushed upstairs to rescue the person.

Just then……

Zhuzi pulled out the hammer stained with four lives, slipped into room 106 where Huang Suying lived amid the chaos, flashed his light, and saw a figure lying on the bed, head covered by a sheet.

Zhuzi made no sound, raised the hammer, and brought it down on the head.

"Crack!"

A heavy hammer blow fell, producing a crisp sound.

That crisp sound left the experienced Zhuzi dumbfounded—what the hell was this? Why did it sound like smashing a ceramic jar?

Before Zhuzi could react,

darkness suddenly a voice spoke: "Old me predicted your prediction—asking if you're surprised or not, pleased or not?" At the same instant, a flashlight beam hit Zhuzi's face.

This "Prediction Emperor" is none other than the deputy of the Prediction Emperor—Peng Tianhua.

The real Prediction Emperor is Lin Dongfan; right now, Lin Dongfan is at home doing prenatal exercises with his wife, unable to come to this shocking, violent scene.

However……

Lin Dongfan had reckoned every possibility, but he hadn't expected Peng Tianhua to be more of a hindrance than a help.

Just as Peng Tianhua revealed a smug smile, Zhuzi kicked him in the groin, accompanied by a muffled groan; Peng Tianhua squeezed his legs together and doubled over like a shrimp.

The next second.

Zhuzi then struck Peng Tianhua's head with another hammer.

Peng Tianhua's vision went black, he collapsed on the spot, unconscious.

When it comes to escaping, Zhuzi is a professional.

He turned and ran, his speed comparable to a working leopard on the African savanna, thinking he was a winner in life, but actually he only won this family, and looking back he'd still get scolded by the boss.

"Section Chief Peng, Section Chief Peng..."

The still-shocked Huang Suying crawled out from under the bed, groping in the dark to push Peng Tianhua lying on the floor. Getting no response, she hastily pulled out her phone and dialed 120.

Five minutes later, the 119 fire brigade arrived at the scene.

Ten minutes later, the 120 ambulance arrived at the scene.

The final result was one death and one injury: the dead was a dog, the injured was Peng Tianhua.

Peng Tianhua was sent to the hospital, received seven stitches, and stayed three days; the doctor said his luck was not bad, the boil on his head had been smashed, saving a tube of mupirocin ointment.

The fourth day.

Peng Tianhua, his head wrapped in gauze, returned to the office to report to Lin Dongfan: "... Carelessness, it was truly a momentary carelessness; I didn't expect that bastard to use a vicious kick to the groin."

"So you didn't derelict your duty?" Lin Dongfan eyed Peng Tianhua dubiously.

Peng Tianhua, steeling himself, defended: "You haven't felt that taste; that kick to my groin really hurt like hell. At that moment I was completely dazed, my mind went blank."

"I'm just asking you: did you derelict your duty or not?" Lin Dongfan stared, brows furrowed, somewhat speechless.

Peng Tianhua thought for a while, feeling uncertain about whether he had derelicted his duty: "Under my careful deployment, Huang Suying escaped unharmed from this ordeal, so I should not have derelicted my duty, right?"

"Not catching that assassin is dereliction of duty!"

Saying that, Lin Dongfan shook his head and sighed: "A deputy section chief, two prosecutorial clerks, even with prior judgment, still got sent to the hospital—what talent!"