Chapter 618: At Midnight, When No One Whispers

Huang Duoduo held his head and crouched in the corner of Room 8808, feeling like a groundhog trapped in a hole, struck by the large hat accusing him of "stealing state secrets" until stars flashed before his eyes.

At this moment, he deeply missed the expensive leather sofa in Xu Jijun's office, and the pot of pu'er tea that was always kept warm on it.

One careless mistake, and how did I end up as the turtle in the jar?

How can a polite life be so miserable?

As a government official wearing the halo of being the top anti-corruption crusader, how could he engage in such despicable acts as framing and planting evidence?

Huang Duoduo felt he needed to reassess Lin Dongfan, this scoundrel!

The only thing that made him feel fortunate was:

That scoundrel didn't force him to drink that "special vomit-inducing drink" anymore; instead, he leisurely sat back on the bed, picked up the remote, and turned up the volume on *The Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty*, as if enjoying a symphony.

In the film, the heroine's moans echoed throughout the room.

A woman's moans paired with a burly man clutching his head and crouching in the corner—this scene could only be described as eerie.

Once again, Huang Duoduo felt like a completely dominated bottom.

Time crawled by in silence, minute by minute.

Huang Duoduo's legs went numb from squatting, and his anxiety grew. He imagined countless scenes of brutal interrogation, even picturing Lin Dongfan using the various tortures from the film on him—pinching his fingers? Cutting flesh with a small knife? Or anal penetration? Huang Duoduo broke down, closing his eyes, bracing for the storm.

However…

After waiting a moment in silence, what came was not a storm but a soft command: "Get lost." Just one word, and Master Fan only says it once.

Lin Dongfan's gaze remained fixed on the TV screen, as if only interested in the film.

Huang Duoduo stared blankly for a while, still unable to figure out what this scoundrel wanted, when suddenly he took the straightforward path of "letting him go."

Could it be that he was too nervous and had auditory hallucinations?

Get lost?

Is it really that simple? No interrogation? No asking about the mastermind? No forcing me to drink that "special blend"? This is fucking against procedure!

I can't figure it out; I completely fail to understand what Lin Dongfan intends to do.

And the less I understand,

the more panicked Huang Duoduo became, and he stammered: "Big... boss, why don't you just call the police and arrest me? I think I've violated the Public Security Administration Punishment Law..."

"Don't understand human speech? Get lost."

Lin Dongfan watched the passionate scenes on TV with focus, his side profile under the wall lamp appearing especially cold and hard, showing no emotion at all.

Damn it!

Screw it!

Whether it's a trap, a routine, or a whim of conscience granting pardon!

Self-preservation comes first!

Following the basic principle of a hero not suffering immediate loss, Huang Duoduo didn't bother to ponder Lin Dongfan's perverse psychology, got up, and threw out: "Thanks for your broad-mindedness, boss; wishing you great capacity."

He fled in a panic, his disheveled posture somewhat resembling a startled rabbit.

Just as he reached the doorway,

a faint call suddenly came from behind: "Wait."

Huang Duoduo stiffened, inwardly wailing: "Indeed, there's no such thing as 'great capacity' in a man's world! I knew it—nothing in this world comes that cheap!"

Huang Duoduo trembled as he turned back: "Boss, you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"

"Pour this stuff out; it reeks and is disgusting."

Lin Dongfan finally shifted his gaze from the TV, pointing to the cup emitting a sour, rotten odor—the "special vomit-inducing drink"—on the TV cabinet, without mentioning any other demands.

Thinking he was merely posing as a cleaner, Huang Duoduo dared not complain, hurriedly poured the "special vomit-inducing drink" into the toilet and washed the cup clean.

After finishing all that, he sincerely asked Lin Dongfan: "Boss, is there anything else you need?"

"Get lost."

Lin Dongfan again focused on the film, as if uninterested in anything around him.

"All right, enjoy the movie at your leisure." Huang Duoduo held his breath and, in passing, bagged up the trash containing vomit from the trash can and took it away.

After leaving, until he gently closed the door, he heard no further orders.

Only then did Huang Duoduo let out Along breath, feeling as if he had just walked around the gates of hell and suddenly gained the joy of surviving a disaster.

He lowered his head to look at the bag of trash in his hand.

He turned back to glance at the door.

A confused murmur rose in his mind: "Is this... really over? How could this scoundrel's mind be so broad-minded? Could it be that my character moved him?"

Unable to figure it out no matter how hard he thought, Huang Duoduo also couldn't be bothered to guess, carrying the bag of trash downstairs in a hurry, preparing to report to Xu Jijun the embarrassing experience of his failed mission.

Inside the room, the story of Xiao Baicai and Yang Naiewu was still unfolding.

Lin Dongfan, however, suddenly turned off the TV; a sudden silence fell over the entire room. He walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and red embers flickered in the night.

On the bed.

Zheng Qingxuan, asleep, was probably dreaming; she unconsciously smacked her lips, turned over, and continued sleeping facing Lin Dongfan, her breathing even.

Lin Dongfan exhaled a puff of smoke, blurring his reflection on the glass.

He pondered irritably: "Damn, who caught my weakness?" After a moment's thought, he picked up his phone and called Xie Xiaofeng, ordering him to send a team of bodyguards to Haishan.

Downstairs.

Huang Duoduo pulled open the car door, got in, and first lit a cigarette in gloom.

Xu Jijun, who had been sitting in the car waiting for news, looked at him expectantly: "Where are your glasses? Did you get any footage? Is the room showing an erotic blockbuster?"

"There is a blockbuster, but the leads aren't Lin Dongfan and Zheng Qingxuan; they're Yang Naiewu and Xiao Baicai." Huang Duoduo replied truthfully.

Xu Jijun's face instantly showed shock: "There are other people in the room? Four of them playing together? Wow! Master Fan sure knows how to play!"

"Boss, that's not what I meant."

Huang Duoduo glumly explained: "Lin Dongfan was watching a movie, the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing. Earlier you eavesdropped on the sound; it was coming from the movie……"

Saying that, Huang Duoduo briefly summarized her own ordeal.

Finally she asked again: "Boss, do you think he's not quite right in the head? All of a sudden, how did he become all-embracing? And he didn't even call the police to arrest me."

"My brother, I understand."

Xu Jijun gathered up the despondent feelings from his failed plan.

Then he confidently analyzed the problem: "His mind is quite normal. Think about it: a great beauty lying in bed, with an X-rated movie playing on TV—what does he want to do? It's obvious, he wants to do something every man wants to do. But you suddenly busted in, disrupting his happy rhythm, and he got annoyed with you."

"Then he should be furious, right." Huang Duoduo followed up with analysis: "If he's that angry, why didn't he call the police to deal with me?"

"You're being dense, you really are a real idiot sometimes, you don't understand officialdom." Xu Jijun said: "At this dead of night, Director Lin's bed has a great beauty lying on it, and she's not his wife. What would the police think seeing this? If the word gets to the Discipline Inspection Commission's ears, what would they think?"

Upon hearing that, Huang Duoduo slapped her forehead with a palm.

Suddenly enlightened, she regretted: "I wanted to do the splits, at the time I only thought about how to get away, I didn't realize he also had reservations, I didn't realize he was even more nervous than me! Damn, he really can pretend to be calm."

"I estimate he will definitely tonight engage in deep research on human origins with Zheng Qingxuan; the real blockbuster has just begun." Xu Jijun further ordered: "First, let the bullets fly for a while."