Chapter 355: They Are All the Same Kind of People

Without any warning, she suddenly broke down.

Lin Sicheng smiled slightly: "Do you believe it now?"

Wang Chun gritted her teeth.

She had spent half her life robbing tombs and half her life dealing with the Police. She had seen the hard-nosed ones and the soft-hearted ones, the greedy ones and the incorruptible ones, the good and the bad—she had seen them all. But she had never seen one like the person before her.

She had spent half her life in the underworld, moving through every trade and walk of life; the ruthless, the venomous, the devious, the reckless—what kind of underworld figures hadn't she seen?

But likewise, she had never seen one like the person before her.

Steady as a mountain, deep as an abyss, calculating and shrewd, with the sharp gaze of an eagle and the wariness of a wolf—she had seen underworld peers who possessed all these traits at once. She herself was even one of them.

But paired with the face before her, and those hands, it gave one a feeling of extreme dissonance, eeriness, terror, and unreality.

A young man in his early twenties—some are still studying, some have just stepped into society and are only beginning to slowly grasp the meaning of the word "society"—yet this one had already become a veteran of the underworld?

Young people in their twenties, lining up one after another in Panjiayuan, Liulichang, and Shilihe, all moving goods, sweeping floors, and doing odd jobs—yet this one had already become a master of appraisal and Artifact Restoration.

And a master among masters at that?

But that was not what she was angry about, and certainly not about any mass-murder case or frame-up. She had lost count of how many people she had killed and how much blood she had on her hands in her lifetime; two more cases didn't matter.

What she was angry about was that this person was not actually a Police officer?

What did this mean?

It meant that it wasn't at all as she had imagined—that the Police had been eyeing her for a long time—but rather that everything stemmed from that coincidence at Panjiayuan.

What she was even angrier about were the things Lin Sicheng mentioned: Mashan, the Mu Mausoleum tomb-accompaniment, the Lengku, the dog farm, as well as Yang Jisheng, Ren Danhua, Qi Song, and Qi Hao—

What did this mean?

It meant that the black-gold empire she had spent decades building had been destroyed by this piece of trash before her. It further meant that reaching this point today was entirely her own doing.

But who the hell could have imagined that a trap set on a whim would end up ensnaring a top-tier boss of the Lock and the Longlou, and a top-tier boss who was only in his twenties at that?

It further meant that if not for that chance encounter, if she hadn't tricked him into the trap, she would still be summoning the Wind and the Rain, sitting in her seat and Dividing Gold as a leader—

The more she thought, the more she regretted it; the more she thought, the angrier she became. Wang Chun trembled all over, wishing she could rush over, bite into Lin Sicheng's neck, and drain his blood dry.

Her eyes were split with rage, her pupils turning red: "You surnamed Lin, I'll kill you—I'm going to kill you—"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "In your next life!"

Wang Chun froze for a moment, then struggled as if she had gone mad. Her feet kicked hard, and her handcuffs slammed against the stainless steel tabletop.

A strange, rattling sound came from her throat: "You piece of trash—let me go—"

In the large observation room, more than a dozen men and women looked at one another, wondering how this scene had come to pass?

She had been brought back for a week and interrogated more than twenty times; when had Wang Chun ever been anything other than a stone?

No matter what was asked, what tactics were used, or what benefits were promised, she would neither speak nor budge.

Never mind emotional fluctuations; she didn't even have a change in her gaze—cold and hard, like a machine.

But suddenly, she was exasperated, flying into a rage, acting like a lunatic?

Recalling carefully, Lin Sicheng didn't seem to have said anything that would make her lose her composure?

The leader was also very puzzled and looked at the few members of the General Team.

The General Captain offered an explanation: "The suspect always assumed that the reason she was caught was because of an informant among her accomplices, or perhaps because of old, unsolved cases. But in fact, it was just because of a single coincidence—"

The leader had read the files and understood the case, so he understood as soon as it was mentioned.

Isn't this just: Riding the Wind to cut through waves for ten thousand miles, only to capsize the boat in calm waters?

Even if one's heart were made of iron, no one could withstand such a blow.

In a flash, he frowned again: "Could this have the opposite effect?"

The General Captain thought for a moment and did not answer directly: "The Pre-trial Group's deduction is that the target will very likely provide zero confessions!"

Understood: things couldn't get any worse than they were now—

The leader nodded and tapped the table again.

The observation room, which had been as noisy as a vegetable market, suddenly fell silent.

Actually, there was nothing to argue about; to put it bluntly: the psychological gap was too large, causing the suspect to lose emotional control.

Of course, it was still far from breaking her psychological defenses, but at least it was a good start.

As the saying goes, sand gathers into a tower and drops accumulate into a sea; by applying psychological pressure bit by bit, she would eventually collapse.

Some stared at the screen, reading Wang Chun's expressions. Others opened the files, searching word by word.

While looking, someone let out an "Eh": "Captain Li, Captain Sun, why isn't this case in the files?"

Sun Liancheng glanced over: "Director Xi, which one are you talking about?"

"The one Teacher Lin just mentioned: Wang Chun killed the family members of Dan Hua (Ren Danhua) and Li Jilin (Yu Jichuan)?"

"Oh, that's correct, it's not there. After Dan Hua (Ren Danhua) was brought to justice, Lin Sicheng chatted with her and they talked about the mass-murder case from ten years ago: basically, the families of Dan Hua (Ren Danhua) and Li Jilin (Yu Jichuan) were tragically wiped out. Out of thirteen people from both families, only three siblings survived. However, that was ten years ago, and the culprit committed suicide to escape punishment; the case was closed long ago."

"Since the culprit committed suicide, how did he arrive at the conclusion that 'the mastermind is Wang Chun'?" Director Xi pointed at the screen, "What is the basis for that?"

"There is no basis, it's just a bold hypothesis."

Isn't that just wild guessing?

But recalling Wang Chun's expression at that moment: surprise, astonishment, disbelief—

Several micro-expression Experts looked at each other: how does it feel like this really was done by Wang Chun?

A Pre-trial Expert nearby offered an opinion: "Can we use this as a breakthrough point?"

No one spoke.

This applied to the leaders as well as the several branch captains and deputy captains who had participated in the investigation work from start to finish.

But the silence represented a denial: over the decades, Wang Chun had committed so many crimes that even she couldn't remember them all; she could have been executed ten times over. Trying to break her psychological defenses with just one or two cases was no different from a pipe dream.

The Expert understood instantly but was still somewhat unwilling to give up: "Everyone has weaknesses; there must be something she cares about!"

"Of course she does, she still has a son and a daughter!" Yu Guang sighed, "But five years ago, they immigrated abroad!"

The Expert said nothing.

The leader tapped the table: "Proceed with the interrogation according to the predetermined plan!"

Sun Liancheng and the General Captain exchanged a look: What plan?

Even Lin Sicheng, this conscript, was pulled back from the airport at the last minute?

So the current Lin Sicheng was completely improvising—

While he was secretly pondering this, Lin Sicheng's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Captain Li, Captain Li, Wang Chun is having an episode!"

Why did it feel like this kid was quite gleeful about it?

Looking at the screen, the General Captain grimaced as if he had a toothache: "Call a doctor!"

The police team had been prepared; Sun Liancheng had made a special trip to the China-Japan Friendship Hospital to consult Professor Chao. They had all the necessary emergency medications that were basically indicated for Wang's condition.

After two injections and a pill of traditional Chinese medicine, Wang Chun's emotions gradually stabilized.

The two locked eyes, and an invisible aura spread through the air, rising step by step, cold and stern.

Suddenly, Wang Chun let out a "hiss": "What can you do to me?"

"I don't need to do anything!" Lin Sicheng shook his head, "I am alive, and you are facing the gun!"

The voice was not loud, and the tone was very calm, but to Wang Chun's ears, it was incredibly grating.

She sneered: "I've lived long enough already!"

"As the old saying goes, it's better to live a wretched life than to die a good death. If you really didn't want to live, why go to such lengths and rack your brains to train a double? Oh right, I forgot to mention—do you know why Song Qiu (the double) was exposed so quickly?"

Lin Sicheng said unhurriedly, "Because she didn't know me!"

Wang Chun bit her teeth, and her heart, which had only just calmed down, began to race again.

No wonder Song Qiu only turned herself in at night; just after midnight, she herself had fallen into the net?

She could fully imagine it: the mastermind was caught and was incredibly cooperative, confessing to whatever was asked.

And it involved so many high-level figures, with the Cultural Relics involved and the amounts of money involved being ridiculously high; one could imagine how excited the police were at the time.

If nothing went wrong, her plan to shed her skin like a cicada had basically succeeded.

But unfortunately, the thing she feared most happened; a troublemaker suddenly popped up, pointing at Song Qiu and saying: This is a fake, because she doesn't know me—

Truly, Wang Chun had the heart to tear Lin Sicheng apart.

"Don't be too smug too early. Do you think that over so many years, I only cultivated these few confidants and only bribed the connections that Song Qiu confessed to?"

She laughed sinisterly, "Do you even know how big a hole you've poked, and how many people's livelihoods you've cut off? Just wait, there will be people who will avenge me, including you, including your family, parents, wife, children—not a single one will escape, your whole family will die a miserable death—"

Lin Sicheng was stunned, as if he hadn't expected her to say these things. He pondered for a moment, then looked at her strangely: "Rest assured, there is no need to emphasize: those two so-called bosses were actually propped up by you, the same logic as you deliberately cultivating Ren Danhua as a black glove. So, there is only one real big boss, and that is you.

Including those two high-ranking big figures, they were also deliberately placed on the surface by you. In the shadows, there should be others; their ranks are certainly not as high, but their positions are very critical, and they are hidden deep enough. But don't worry, they can be investigated—oh right, there is also—"

"Do you remember the very pretty girl you bumped into when you were at Panjiayuan? She helped you pick up a copper coin, and then you gave her one; it was this one—"

Wang Chun did not speak, only staring at the copper coin in front of Lin Sicheng.

"After Ma Shan was caught, you should have inquired and known she was a police officer. But you definitely don't know what her family does: her father's surname is Tang, and he is in the Ministry; her uncle's surname is also Tang, and he is in the ***—"

Wang Chun curled her lips, with unspeakable sarcasm: "Why don't you say she is in the ***?"

"Don't say that, it's really not certain that there won't be such a day!" Lin Sicheng nodded, pointing at the interrogator, the Clerk, and the surveillance camera in the corner, "If you don't believe me, ask them—"

I'll ask your mother—

She was about to curse, but Wang Chun suddenly froze: the three police officers opposite clearly had a moment of astonishment.

Then they showed an expression of sudden realization, as if to say, no wonder it was like this.

Especially that female Clerk, from surprise, to disbelief, then to thoughtful, and finally to secret joy—

It couldn't be, really in the *****?

But that's not right?

Wang Chun was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Still don't believe it? It doesn't matter, look at this—"

As he spoke, Lin Sicheng took the Folder, walked to the railing, and opened it.

Wang Chun's complexion changed instantly.

The reason she didn't have a deep impression of Lin Sicheng was because he had stayed out of the whole affair at the time.

But Tang Nan Yan was different: she was the girl she had bumped into at the time.

Although it was a random choice, she at least knew at the time that this was someone who practiced martial arts.

Looking at the Folder again, there were many photos, all of Tang Nan Yan participating in various martial arts competitions, wearing gold medals or holding trophies.

Some were from middle school, some from high school, and some were from university competitions, with Tang Dingping, or Tang Ding'an, or her mother, or her aunt, or even several cousins by her side—the supporting characters were numerous, but most of them were wearing either police uniforms or military uniforms.

Looking at the rank insignia again, Wang Chun's lips went dry: she didn't recognize the others, but she recognized Tang Dingping.

This Department Head Tang had already been Department Head Tang for many years—

She suddenly raised her head.

"Believe it now? Lin Sicheng pointed at Tang Nan Yan in the photo, "Do you know why I took four stabs? If I didn't take them, she would have had to—come, let's interview you again: how big a hole, how hard a connection, could be harder than her father and her uncle?"

Her brain went "buzz," and Wang Chun was dumbfounded: So, that's why the case was handled so quickly?

So, how thick-headed, how high-ranking, and how swollen must one's brain be from being kicked by a donkey to avenge her?

Just as she was suspicious, Lin Sicheng closed the Folder: "We've finished talking about the government, now let's talk about the underworld!"

"Is there any need to talk?"

"Because, disaster does not reach the family, and crimes do not extend to parents!" Lin Sicheng raised a finger, "I won't lecture you on big principles, I'll just ask you one thing: you want to take revenge, to kill me, to kill my parents and relatives, then if I also want to take revenge, should I also kill your relatives?"

"You will definitely say, as long as you have the ability, feel free to kill them! Then do you think I have this ability?"

Lin Sicheng sighed, "Financial transactions are so frequent, it's not that hard to investigate, right? Singapore is not that far, and it's not that hard to go to, right? It's a coincidence, I happen to have acquaintances over there. We are all in the same line of work, I think you know them too:

Yu Dahai, Gao Zhengang—"

Wang Chun's expression stiffened.

Does that man surnamed Lin have any ability?

If he had no ability, he could not have forced himself to this point; even if he had provoked someone of great importance, the Police could not have investigated this quickly.

Recalling again, on the day of the video call in the basement, Wang Chun could at least tell: Zhao Xiuneng was truly obedient and submissive to him.

In terms of influence, methods, and scheming: Zhao Xiuneng was even more capable than Yu Dahai and Yang Bin.

Otherwise, the mother and her two children would have already been shot—

And the man surnamed Lin is from Shaanxi, Zhao Xiuneng is also from Shaanxi, and Yu Dahai and Gao Zhengang, who are hiding in Singapore, are also from Shaanxi, and they are all in the same line of work. Even guessing with one's toes, one could guess whether there is a connection between them and whether they can be contacted.

More importantly, a significant portion of the money she transferred to the children was handled through these two people. As long as Yu Dahai is willing to help, they could be found in minutes—

Wang Chun stared at him with a face full of resentment: "You dare?"

"Big sister, get this straight: you are trying to kill my whole family, so what do I not dare to do? Is it only allowed for you to take revenge, but not allowed for me to take revenge?" Lin Sicheng shook his head, "There is no such logic!"

Wang Chun began to tremble again, wishing she could slap herself twice: Why did she have to mention killing his whole family?

It was equivalent to a devil locked in a cage being released by her own hands—

Just as she was regretting it so much her guts were turning green, Lin Sicheng stood up: "Wang Zhiguo, I hope the more loyal confidants and deeper connections you mentioned really exist. If they cannot be found, try putting yourself in my shoes—"

"I will emphasize one last thing: you and I are actually the same kind of people—"

What kind of people?

Those who must take revenge for every grievance, and are ruthless and vicious?

Suddenly, Wang thought of the night of the video call: Lin Sicheng picked up the detonator and threatened her that he would remove the battery.

He is so ruthless to himself, let alone his enemies?

With a "clang," the iron door was pushed open, and Wang Chun woke up as if from a dream: "You surnamed Lin, don't go—come back—

"

Lin Sicheng did not stop his feet, moving unhurriedly, his voice drifting from afar: "Wang Zhiguo, consider it carefully!"

Consider what?

She remembered Lin Sicheng's last sentence again: If they cannot be found, try putting yourself in my shoes—

Wang Chun's face grew paler and paler.

Suddenly, she gritted her teeth: "I will confess—"

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