Chapter 347: Substitution

A dim light bulb hung overhead, its tungsten filament flickering.

The wall plaster was mottled, like the sores on a syphilis patient. The air was damp and cold, mixed with a musty smell that hung heavily in the lungs.

Closing the iron door, Qi Song looked around carefully.

Bowenite, stone marrow, crystal, yellow wax—they were all worthless materials, and each one was larger than the last.

After a quick look around, Qi Song stared at a piece of Serpentine in the corner: it was nearly two meters high and as thick as an oil drum; there was nothing larger in the entire basement.

Stepping over the jade materials on the floor, Qi Song used all his might to push aside two more crates filled with stones.

The Serpentine was right behind the crates.

Looking closely, it was even larger than he had first seen, with a massive chunk still attached to the base. It was square, like a stone platform.

At first glance, it was seamless, without a single flaw; apart from stone, there was only stone.

But since the eldest sister said there was a safe here, then there must be a safe.

Qi Song felt it inch by inch, and sure enough, there were a few flush lines on the square base.

They were very subtle, almost invisible to the naked eye.

Clenching his Flashlight in his teeth, Qi Song took out a small knife and pried at it bit by bit.

"Click," the stone skin fell away, revealing a small safe.

Entering the password and unlocking it, he had just pulled the door open when, with a "whoosh," red, green, yellow, and purple spilled all over the floor.

Suddenly, Qi Song's pupils constricted.

The red was RMB, the green was US dollars, the yellow was gold bars, and the purple was passports.

There wasn't much money, only about ten stacks or so, but there were at least forty or fifty matchbox-sized gold bars.

Each one weighed a kilogram. There were also several bank cards—domestic, foreign, and some from Hong Kong and Singapore.

Qi Song estimated that each card held at least a million.

Steadying himself, he flipped through the passports: his own, his younger brother's, and the eldest sister's. There were even ones for Ren Danhua, Yu Jichuan,

and Yu Jiyao.

But the names were no longer the original names, including the places of origin and home addresses.

Qi Song was certain that these passports were all real; the eldest sister definitely had that kind of power.

Looking at the dates, they were from three years ago.

So, the eldest sister had already prepared an escape route back then?

Qi Song let out a long breath, leaning against the cold jade.

Given the eldest sister's personality, she must have arranged everything abroad long ago; even if she ran away, she could still live very comfortably.

Once the Wind died down in a couple of years, she could make a comeback—

Just as he was secretly fantasizing, a soft "beep" came from inside the safe.

At first, Qi Song didn't pay it any mind, thinking it was a notification sound from the security system because the door had been open too long.

But suddenly, a bright light flashed from behind him, illuminating the basement.

Qi Song was terrified, spinning around abruptly: a screen had suddenly lit up on the inside of the polished safe door.

But that was secondary; the point was the people on the screen.

Two were holding Flashlights, and one was squatting on the ground with tweezers and steel wire, as if picking a lock.

Several others were standing by watching, both men and women.

Looking closely, Qi Song's eyes bulged: this was the basement for Cultural Relics on the second underground level.

The goods transferred from the Treasury were all inside.

Thieves?

Bullshit.

What kind of thieves would be so blatant, with more than ten people gathered around a broken lock to steal before it was even fully dark?

Furthermore, the person standing at the very back was clearly the mall's property manager—

In an instant, Qi Song's heart began to pound: Police?

It's over, did Qi Hao crack?

Otherwise, how could the Police have found this place so quickly?

Song Hao, fuck your mother—

Qi Song's lips trembled, and his throat went dry. He opened his phone and had already entered the number, but suddenly remembered the eldest sister's instructions: Don't call, don't make contact, wait for my news.

If it truly came to the last resort, send a text message, then turn off the phone—

With trembling hands, Qi Song sent a text: Eldest sister, the Police have found the basement.

After sending it, Qi Song pressed the power button, and at the very moment he was about to confirm, the screen lit up: Turn off the phone, run.

Qi Song's face turned deathly pale, and his whole body shook.

Run, run where?

If the Police could find this place and the basement where the goods were hidden, they must have come with the intention of seizing both the loot and the people. He could figure out with his toes that the entire Ruyi City had been surrounded like an iron fortress.

If they couldn't find him, they would search, room by room, and sooner or later they would dig him out.

But was he supposed to just stay here and wait for death?

Glancing at the phone screen, Qi Song gritted his teeth hard: Getting caught is death, execution is death, and not being able to run is also death?

Might as well gamble.

He turned off the phone and grabbed a snake-skin bag used for holding jade materials.

He had to take the money, of course; he would take as much as he could carry.

He would take the gold too; he had risked his life for the eldest sister for a lifetime, so he could take it all with a clear conscience.

And the passport————

Qi Song was in a frantic rush, stuffing everything he could fit inside, then tying the bag shut with wire.

Just as he was calculating how to charge out, Qi Song suddenly paused: behind the safe, there sat a pistol.

He had been thinking earlier: the Big Sister left a retreat route here, and even he, her trusted aide, didn't know about it; she must have left a contingency plan.

Was it really so?

A replica Type 54 Pistol, and some bullets.

He had a deep impression of it: seven years ago, the Big Sister sent him to buy it back from Qinghai. At the time, they had even tested it in the mountains————

Qi Song took it all out, removed the magazine, loaded the rounds, chambered a round————then aimed it toward the doorway.

The slide was flexible, and the trigger wasn't rusted; it looked like it was oiled often.

He let out a forceful breath, picked up the snake-skin bag, slung it over his shoulder like a bindle, and held the gun in his hand.

Whether he could charge out today depended on this real piece of hardware————

If he couldn't charge out, then he would die here————

Secretly steeling himself, Qi Song lifted his foot, just about to step out, when a "beep" sound came from behind him.

It was very faint, much lower than the sound the safe had made earlier; if Qi Song hadn't been extremely tense and highly focused, he wouldn't have heard it at all.

But it didn't come from the safe; it was in the corner nearby. Following the sound, Qi Song was violently shaken.

On the box in the corner, a tiny, dim red light was blinking; every three blinks, it would "beep" once.

Behind the red light, several bundles of yellow tubular objects wrapped in kraft paper were tied together————

It was as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into an ice cellar; the chill in his heart surged like a tide, sweeping through his entire body.

Qi Song's eyes were splitting with rage: this was the dynamite used for opening pits, and he had bought it himself.

Even this set of remote-triggering equipment had been designed by him personally. So Qi Song knew very clearly: if someone nearby wasn't sending a signal, the timer couldn't have been activated.

Use your damn brain: who else could it possibly be who knew this place, knew there were explosives here, and could send the signal with such pinpoint accuracy?

Qi Song's face turned ashen: he had never once thought that one day, the Big Sister would kill him to silence him?

In an instant, his body's reaction outpaced his brain's ability to think; Qi Song lunged forward, wanting to rip off the battery connected to the explosives. But it was wrapped in over a dozen layers of heavy-duty tape; forget ripping it off, he couldn't even cut it with a knife.

The critical thing was that there were only a few seconds left: it had already beeped five or six times; by the tenth beep, the explosives would detonate.

Wang Chun, screw your mother.

Qi Song went mad, biting with his teeth and tearing with his hands; he had just barely torn open the first layer of tape when there was another "beep."

This sound was exceptionally loud; the little light stopped blinking, and that flash of red light was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

In an instant, his heart sank to the bottom: it's over————

He squeezed his eyes shut, his body shaking like a sieve.

One second, two seconds, three seconds————

Wait————it didn't explode?

He snapped his eyes open.

Did the battery fail?

Impossible.

He had bought the explosives, he had installed the Detonator, and he had assembled the signal receiver and triggering device with his own hands. He had used it hundreds of times, and it had never had a problem.

But who cares about that?

Wang Chun, you just wait for me————

Gritting his teeth, he scrambled up, just preparing to dismantle the explosives and destroy them completely, when "click."

The lock cylinder turned, and with a "creak," the iron door was slowly pushed open.

Qi Song whipped his head around, and then, he stood there as if stunned: people, so many people, and so many guns————

Lin Sicheng poked his head in, then quickly pulled it back.

The movement was too fast, so fast that the two Special Duty Team members specifically responsible for protecting him hadn't even reacted.

Su Ye and Liu Guojun exchanged a glance, looking helpless: "Teacher Lin, there are explosives inside!"

"Right, and there might be guns!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "I know, there are indeed guns, but he isn't holding one!"

What the hell, there really is a gun?

Liu Guojun was startled and poked his head in to look: Qi Song's fists were tightly clenched, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

The gun was right by his feet, already chambered, yet he didn't dare pick it up.

Opposite him, a full five pistols were aimed at him. Qi Song knew very well that if he dared to bend over, his body would immediately have dozens more bloody holes in it————

Lin Sicheng poked his head in again.

His hands were empty; Qi Song was indeed not holding a gun, and the bundles of explosives were tied to the box; he couldn't take them off even if he wanted to.

When they came down, the technical reconnaissance team had guaranteed: this type of explosive device must be triggered by a signal device; without a signal, it wouldn't even ignite with fire.

It seemed it really wasn't very dangerous, so the two Special Duty Team members didn't stop him again.

After all, he wasn't a professional, but Lin Sicheng remained very cautious, looking at Qi Song through the gap between people: "Qi the Pit-Boss (a leader who digs wells, opens pits, and raids tombs), long time no see!"

You damn cop, I don't even know you, don't you dare?

Qi Song's brain was as muddled as paste; he had no time to think about anything else. His mind was filled with images of being dragged to the execution ground, a gun barrel pressed against the back of his head.

He really wanted to pick up the gun, but his waist felt like it was frozen. He also wanted to say something, but his tongue was curled into a ball, refusing to obey him at all.

Done for————

Seeing him motionless and silent, Lin Sicheng gave the two Special Duty Team members a look. Liu Guojun and Su Ye were baffled:

What does that mean?

Not even a shred of tacit understanding?

"Forget it, you all improvise!" Lin Sicheng sighed, looking at Qi Song, "Boss Qi, have you never thought that Wang Chun would actually kill you to silence you? Isn't it also strange that the bomb didn't go off?"

As he spoke, Lin Sicheng pointed above his head: "Look!"

Qi Song turned his head mechanically: in the corner of the wall, a wire was sliding down without a sound.

And at some unknown time, the small screen on the inside of the safe door had already gone black.

He understood: the detonating device and the surveillance were connected; the Police had cut the signal and also cut the wire, which was why it didn't explode.

It was truly an indescribable irony: Wang Chun, who was as close as kin, wanted to kill him, yet the Police, whom he viewed as mortal enemies, had saved him?

But the Police were not good things either: although they saved him this time, they would eventually kill him—

Just as he was gnashing his teeth, with a "whoosh," Liu Guojun shot in like an arrow.

He finally knew what Lin Sicheng wanted them to do: the moment the suspect turned his head was no different from holding out his hands for the Police.

Qi Song hadn't even had time to turn his head back when a leg whipped into his waist like a steel lash.

"Thud," Qi Song's feet left the ground, and he slammed heavily against the wall.

At the same time, the Police swarmed in; some pressed his shoulders, some grabbed his arms, and others applied the handcuffs.

Lin Sicheng walked in and squatted down: "Boss Qi, do you really not remember me?"

Qi Song was full of hatred: "I remember your mother—"

Lin Sicheng sighed, covered his forehead with his palm, and lifted the corners of his eyes slightly. Then, he smiled again: "What a grand formation?"

In an instant, Qi Song's eyes bulged outward.

That motion of covering his forehead looked exactly like the brim of a baseball cap. The corners of his eyes were only lifted slightly, but in the blink of an eye, he looked over a dozen years older.

He remembered: this was that young expert, the Scavenger of Broken Pieces?

At Xidan Shopping Mall, the Big Sister was preparing to meet him, but fearing he would set a trap, she had him arrange many people.

But unexpectedly, the power went out; not only did they not meet him, but the secret sentries he had arranged were all plucked out by him, not a single one left.

Even when he walked to his side, he hadn't noticed him.

At that time, Lin Sicheng was just like he was now, smiling and saying: What a grand formation?

"You are the Police—" as if unable to believe it, Qi Song's lips trembled, "You are the Police?"

"If you say so, then so be it." Lin Sicheng nodded, "Is it very despairing?"

Qi Song was stunned: Despairing about what?

Despairing that the Police had been watching them for a long, long time?

At that time, Ren Danhua was whispering in the Big Sister's ear every day: she knew an expert Scavenger of Broken Pieces, how sharp his eye was, and how high his craft was.

He could even do Watching Stars and tomb surveying—

At that time, even the Big Sister thought she had encountered a prodigy that might not appear once in ten years.

But damn it, he was actually the Police?

As if guessing what he was thinking, Lin Sicheng shook his head: "That's not what I'm talking about, I'm talking about Wang Chun: your younger brother, he must be her lover, right?"

Qi Song didn't speak, staring at him hatefully.

"You've been at her beck and call, going through fire and water for so many years, helping her rob so many tombs, helping her make so much money, and even giving your own brother to her as a plaything? In the end, she wants to kill you?"

"Boss Qi, confess it. Even if you don't want to vent this anger, you have to think about your brother: how many grievances has he suffered for you all these years? And in the end, not only did you get nothing, but you were also stabbed in the back by Wang Chun—"

After a slight pause, Lin Sicheng sighed, "Regardless of whether Wang Chun is old or good-looking, she suffers from Stubborn Asthma, so the point is that smell on her—"

"It's hard on your brother that he could actually bring himself to do it? One has to admire the bond between you brothers: for your sake, he could actually make such a huge sacrifice?"

Qi Song's eyes were splitting: "I'll confess your mother's—he—"

Just as his lips closed and his tongue hadn't straightened out, Liu Guojun kicked him.

Qi Song let out a muffled groan, his mouth full of blood.

Liu Guojun was about to strike again, but Lin Sicheng stopped him.

Qi Song should have anticipated long ago what the outcome would be if he ever fell. Therefore, he shouldn't be that afraid of death.

Because he had a belief: death is death either way, so why not grit his teeth?

He firmly believed that the Big Sister would take good care of his parents, and would also take good care of his wife, children, and brother.

But when the final moment arrived, his belief suddenly collapsed: everything he had fantasized about suddenly became a false image? Wang Chun, whom he respected most and for whom he had risked his life for half a lifetime, actually wanted to kill him to silence him?

Imagine how great the mental shock must be for him?

Bury a seed of hatred in his heart, and it wouldn't take long to grow into a towering tree. The moment Qi Song figured it out, he would hate Wang Chun more than anyone else—

Lin Sicheng stood up, and the Special Duty Team hauled Qi Song up and dragged him out.

Just as they left the basement, Qi Song let out a sudden wail: "Wang Chun, I'll screw your mother—"

Then, his whole body went limp like a noodle. Two members of the Special Duty Team had to use all their strength to prop him up.

Everyone present was a veteran Police officer with more experience than Lin Sicheng, and they could see at a glance: Qi Song had suffered a mental breakdown.

Taking advantage of this momentum, he would definitely confess whatever they asked.

The Group Leader jumped: "Quick, take him back!"

Lin Sicheng sighed inwardly: he had just said it wouldn't take long, but he didn't expect Qi Song wouldn't even last three minutes?

A breakdown is good; the sooner he speaks, the sooner it's over.

Now, only Ren Danhua remained.

With a city-wide search, checkpoints at every main road, and wanted posters all over the city, where could she run?

Just as he was thinking this, the Group Leader's Police Communication buzzed. He answered it and shouted, "Branch Chief Yu."

He didn't know what was said on the phone, but his eyes widened with a look of astonishment. After a long while, he stammered: "Teacher Lin, Wang Chun has turned herself in?"

Lin Sicheng looked as if he were stunned: "What the hell?"

"Branch Captain Yu, Wang Chun has turned herself in!"

"When?"

"Just now. She called 110 herself, about ten minutes ago—the colleagues monitoring the perimeter of her small building have already entered and taken her into custody—"

Lin Sicheng shook his head decisively: Impossible.

He whipped his head around, staring at the wire that had fallen into the corner: The technical investigation team cut the signal, then cut the signal wire; it took about ten minutes.

Does that mean the moment she sent the signal and confirmed that Qi Song and the Police had been blown up, Wang Chun suddenly saw the light and turned over a new leaf?

Is she afraid that her death sentence won't be passed quickly enough, so at the very last moment, she added another charge of murder?

Moreover, the victims were Police, and more than one—

Then did Wang Chun think about what she would experience before being executed by firing squad?

Even with schizophrenia or seven personalities, no one would have this kind of thought process—

Lin Sicheng picked up his Police Communication: "Branch Captain Yu, where is she?"

"Just taken into custody, she is still in that small building. The colleagues on the scene say Wang Chun has confessed to many crimes. There are documents, photos, financial account files, and even ledgers of bribery—because it involves leaders of the Municipal Bureau, the General Captain has asked Deputy Detachment Leader Sun and Lao Han to take the interrogation team and the evidence section, and they are currently rushing over there—"

Even Yu Guang calls them leaders; how high must this rank be?

Is it really "suddenly seeing the light" and "turning over a new leaf"?

Absolutely impossible.

"Branch Captain Yu, can I go take a look?"

"You can, have Xiao Liu and Su Ye go with you!"

Lin Sicheng took a deep breath: "Thank you!"

It's not far from here, about five kilometers, right on the edge of Pottery Park.

Further ahead is the Beijing Logistics Port, and next to it is the Customs.

There are trees and water, the scenery is nice, and the transportation is also convenient.

A four-story small building sits next to the International Elderly Care Center. With blue walls and green tiles, vermilion doors and carved buildings, it looks exactly like an ancient wealthy family's

mansion.

At the entrance, many cars were parked.

As soon as the car stopped, two plainclothes officers came up to greet them; Lin Sicheng didn't recognize them, but Liu Guojun and Su Ye did.

There was no time for introductions, and even less time for small talk; Lin Sicheng nodded hurriedly and walked straight through the door.

Sentries every three steps, guards every five; there were people everywhere.

The two plainclothes officers led him, and the way was completely unobstructed.

Just as they reached the third floor, Sun Liancheng and Branch Captain Han walked up quickly to greet them, their faces full of irrepressible joy.

Two pairs of hands reached out one after the other: "Little Lin, thank you for your hard work!"

It was indeed hard work.

In their view: if Lin Sicheng hadn't found the Treasury of the Jade market and discovered the priceless stolen goods, Wang Chun would never have confessed so quickly.

Let alone turn herself in?

More importantly, there are the things she just confessed: which subordinates are accomplices, and what each is responsible for. The true identities of the two bosses, which criminal groups each person has under them, and under what names they were operating.

Including which moles are inside, what gifts were sent, what conveniences were provided for them, what matters were handled, and who was bailed out.

Even every sum of money, every incident, and the associated cases and people were all recorded clearly.

It can be said: with this evidence provided by Wang Chun, it will definitely be possible to round them all up; not one will be missed, and not one year of sentencing will be reduced.

And for all of this, at least half the credit goes to Lin Sicheng—

Shaking hands, Sun Liancheng squeezed hard; Lin Sicheng managed a smile: "Captain Sun, where is she? Can I see her?"

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"Of course!"

Sun Liancheng pointed inside, "Right there!"

Lin Sicheng raised his head and took a look.

On the balcony, the woman was sitting in a wheelchair, wrapped in a blanket.

Next to her were two doctors, seemingly taking her blood pressure.

Opposite her, five plainclothes officers formed a semicircle; two were asking questions, two were taking notes, their expressions gentle, their voices soft.

That attitude, that tone, it felt as if this woman were not a criminal, but their long-lost relative.

The woman's attitude was also very calm, smiling from time to time, sighing from time to time; it felt as if they were not interrogating, but reminiscing about the past.

Lin Sicheng walked over.

The interrogation stopped abruptly.

A woman of thirty-five or thirty-six frowned and stared at him intently.

The others didn't need introductions: two were interrogation Experts from the General Team, who had even discussed psychology and micro-expressions with Lin Sicheng before.

Another was a Clerk, who had previously interrogated Ma Shan together with them. Only this one, Lin Sicheng had not seen before.

Sun Liancheng introduced them: "Branch Captain Wu, this is Teacher Lin Sicheng, Little Lin; Little Lin, this is Deputy Detachment Leader Wu of the Municipal Bureau's Pre-trial Detachment."

Lin Sicheng was startled: A Deputy Detachment Leader under forty?

It had little to do with gender, but rather the profession of Police: if she wasn't a well-connected person like Yan Wenjing, then she definitely had real ability.

She paused, scanned Lin Sicheng's face, her eyes filled with curiosity, scrutiny, and a trace of suspicion.

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Branch Captain Wu, hello!"

The woman didn't speak, just nodded, then looked at Sun Liancheng: "Leader, I haven't finished the interrogation yet!"

Sun Liancheng's expression stiffened, and he gave an awkward laugh: "It's fine, you continue your interrogation; we won't speak, we'll just watch!"

No—what is there to look at here?

The problem is that you are all standing here like stakes, how is the interrogation supposed to continue like this?

The woman wanted to say something, hesitated for a moment, and then just sighed.

Lin Sicheng watched coldly from the sidelines: It seems she has great ability.

It's not just that her background is immense, the kind that is several levels above Gao Yanwen.

He, of course, didn't care; no matter how strong her ability or how great her merits, she wasn't even in her twenties, yet she was two ranks higher than Sun Liancheng.

Although she was at the Municipal Bureau and Sun Liancheng was at the General Team, there was no subordinate relationship. But she was a leader nonetheless; after Vice President Sun arrived, she didn't even lift her bottom, just sat there with her neck tilted, talking to Sun Liancheng.

And that final sigh, and even that slightly helpless look in her eyes, it was as if she had directly said: Can you all stop causing trouble and getting in the way?

Asking himself, doing this was indeed a bit inappropriate: with such an interruption, the interrogation would certainly have to be suspended, and if things went wrong, it might provoke a rebellious psychology in the suspect.

She was cooperating well initially, but suddenly she stopped.

But Lin Sicheng truly couldn't hold back; he was incredibly desperate to know: what was the reason that prompted Wang, at the very moment of sending the detonation signal, to pick up a phone and dial the number to surrender?

Having lived two lifetimes, what he had learned could not be called anything but eclectic, yet Lin Sicheng discovered that using the knowledge from his two lifetimes, or even lying through his teeth, he couldn't make sense of it.

Secretly guessing, Lin Sicheng smiled to show his apology, then stared at Wang Chun.

Fortunately, it was just a small interlude, and the interrogation continued.

The woman was very calm, and her demeanor was also peaceful.

When the doctor said to check her blood sugar, she extended her finger; when the doctor said to take a throat swab, she opened her mouth.

She answered whatever the Police opposite asked. When she couldn't remember clearly, she would even think about it carefully.

It was just like that, as if she had accepted her fate?

But the more Lin Sicheng looked, the stranger it felt, and his gaze became increasingly odd.

Being stared at like that, no one could remain focused. The woman paused, glanced slightly to the side, and looked at Lin Sicheng.

There were a few traces of doubt in her eyes, as if she were asking: What are you looking at?

"Thump," Lin Sicheng's heart skipped a beat, his eyelids trembled violently, and his pupils constricted sharply.

This woman doesn't recognize him?

But how is that possible?

Looking carefully again: the exact same face, the exact same features, the exact same hairstyle.

Even, the exact same voice—no matter how he looked at it, she was the woman from Panjiayuan who had set him up and caused him to be stabbed several times.

It couldn't be that too much time had passed and she had forgotten?

Impossible—

Just like that, the two of them looked at each other.

The woman coughed twice, the nurse helped her stroke her back, and the doctor handed her a tissue.

Taking it to wipe her mouth, the woman looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Lin Sicheng didn't speak, still staring at her.

Wu Qiuhua truly couldn't take it anymore: Get this straight, this is an interrogation.

Do you know what the golden three hours are?

Do you know how big the case this woman is involved in is, and how high the level is?

This kid doesn't know, but General Manager Sun, don't you know either?

She stood up with a "whoosh," took the record book from the Assistant, and thrust it forward directly: "General Manager Sun, why don't you all take over?"

Sun Liancheng froze, his face turning blue and then red.

It was too embarrassing.

In front of so many subordinates, and in front of the suspect?

Sun Liancheng was both angry and embarrassed, wishing he could dig a hole in the floor with his shoe.

But at least he knew that they were indeed at the most critical moment right now, and their standing here was indeed a bit of an eyesore.

"Fine, fine—you interrogate!"

He forced a smile to ease the embarrassment and was just about to tell Lin Sicheng to leave when Lin Sicheng walked straight over.

He sat down right there, in the chair Wu Qiuhua had vacated, facing the woman directly.

Taking the record book in one motion, he even said with a smile: "Branch Chief Wu, thank you!"

Wu Qiuhua was stunned.

It wasn't just her: including Sun Liancheng, the Branch Chief who was two steps behind, the two Experts beside Lin Sicheng, the Clerk, as well as the two doctors, the nurse, and the plainclothes officers providing perimeter security, all were stunned.

What does this mean?

It means: You said let me take over, so I'm taking over!

No—she was just speaking in anger, you're actually doing it?

Isn't this just causing trouble?

The anger that had just filled him vanished in the blink of an eye, and Sun Liancheng coughed hard twice.

The Branch Chief came back to his senses and kept signaling with his eyes: "Little Lin, get up quickly!"

Lin Sicheng didn't get up, nor did he respond.

He continued to stare at the woman, watching her expression, watching her eyes.

The woman's expression was very normal: a bit curious, a bit suspicious, and even carrying a hint of schadenfreude, just like the look of someone watching a show while eating melon seeds.

"Changed people?" she asked, then smiled again, "It's fine, whoever asks is the same!"

Lin Sicheng sniffed, smelling the air exhaled from the woman's mouth. He looked at the woman's pupils, eyebrows, and the bridge of her nose again, and his heart became even more certain.

He had thought of everything, but he hadn't thought of this move.

What do you call this, deceiving the heavens and crossing the sea, replacing the peach tree with the plum?

Impressive—

Just as he was thinking this, Sun Liancheng walked over and patted him on the shoulder. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by Lin Sicheng.

"Team Leader Sun, it will be quick, I will only ask three questions—just three!"

Only ask three questions, what could you possibly ask?

Although he thought this in his heart, Sun Liancheng did not make a sound.

He had seen with his own eyes how Lin Sicheng interrogated Ma Shan, and even more so, how Lin Sicheng had launched a surprise attack to take down Yang Jisheng.

Especially regarding the latter, if it weren't for this Grave Robber who looked like an old farmer knowing enough, they wouldn't even know who Wang Chun was, let alone the two bosses above her?

And having worked together for so long, when had Lin Sicheng ever acted recklessly?

Just as he was secretly pondering, Wu Qiuhua frowned and was about to say something, but Sun Liancheng stared into her eyes: "Little Wu, don't be impatient, this is a case for the General Team!"

"Swish," the woman's expression changed.

She knew what Sun Liancheng's words meant: we didn't see you when we were investigating the case, and we didn't see you when we were risking our lives to catch people, but now that the case is about to be closed and it's time to claim credit and receive rewards, you pop up?

You've got some nerve.

Just like Sun Liancheng a moment ago, the woman's face turned blue, then red, then white.

Lin Sicheng, however, could not care about these things; he scanned the transcripts at a glance.

The composition of the gang, the core members, what cases they had committed, which graves they had engaged in Grave-robbing, and even which connections they had bribed—one by one, item by item.

But fake is fake; no matter how much she looks like her, no matter how much she knows, or how fluently she confesses, she is still fake.

Closing the transcript, Lin Sicheng stared at the woman: "What is your surname!"

The woman was even more curious, looking at the notebook in his hand: Is he going to start asking from the beginning?

It doesn't matter, the longer it drags on, the better.

"Surname Wang, Wang Chun, the Wang with three horizontal strokes, the Chun from jade!"

"No, your surname is not Wang, your surname is Song!" Lin Sicheng shook his head very firmly, "The Song from the Song Dynasty!"

"Oh, you even know this?" The woman smiled, "When I was little, my real surname was Song!"

"Not just when you were little, but from childhood to adulthood, right up until now, your surname has always been Song—"

Lin Sicheng paused, staring into her eyes, "Older sister, or younger sister?"

The tone was very light, and the question was somewhat abrupt, inexplicable, and without any basis.

But the woman suddenly froze, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes.

"Forget it, I'll ask more directly!" Lin Sicheng leaned back, "Where did Wang Chun go?"

In an instant, the air seemed to solidify, and the woman's body could not help but tremble.

Her two fists clenched involuntarily, her eyes staring fixedly at Lin Sicheng, as if she had seen a ghost.

He actually knew?

How did he know?