Chapter 127: Crime Scene Camouflage Master Skill

Liu Jianming lay on the bed, already dead beyond death.

Chen Yongren heard the system voice again after a long time.

【Congratulations, Master, you have successfully eliminated one Japanese spy and earned one lottery chance.】

【Congratulations, Master, you have obtained the skill 'Crime Scene Camouflage Master'.】

【Crime Scene Camouflage Master: Master can arrange the killing scene as desired according to your needs, setting it to whatever effect you require.】

Whether disguising it as suicide, robbery-murder, accidental death, or death in a fight, framing someone else poses no problem at all.

Seeing this skill, Chen Yongren's eyes lit up.

This is indeed a good skill.

With it, assassinating those little devils in the future would be even easier, wouldn't it?

Clearly an assassination, yet it can be disguised as an accident, also lowering the little devils' guard.

Just like this scene right now.

Liu Jianming was stabbed to death by himself, and the cleanup work at the scene definitely needs to be done well.

This bastard, although nominally the police chief of the patrol bureau, is actually a Japanese spy.

Moreover, he still has an important mission within the patrol bureau.

If he just died so mysteriously.

Teng Yuan Jintai and Gao Liu Xiuji will surely investigate this matter.

Before, Chen Yongren still had a headache, but after obtaining this new skill, he instantly felt a wealth of experience on how to stage the scene flood his mind.

Disguise it as an accident.

With the new skill in hand, Chen Yongren's mood greatly improved.

Glancing at Liu Jianming's corpse, Chen Yongren found it much more pleasing to the eye.

He casually picked up Liu Jianming's sidearm, then Chen Yongren immediately began ransacking boxes and cabinets, sweeping out all the money he had hidden at home.

Afterwards he went to the kitchen, found a kitchen knife, and fiercely hacked at Liu Jianming's corpse several times.

The quilt was hacked to shreds, bloody cotton flew everywhere, and one gruesome wound after another appeared on his body.

In total, twenty or thirty wounds were left.

He originally intended to pin the black pot on Yu Gong Heren's head.

But he couldn't come up with solid evidence; although he obtained Yu Gong Heren's handwriting, that old devil didn't know about Liu Jianming's undercover activities.

If using winning him over as an excuse, that would be a bit far-fetched.

After thinking it over, Chen Yongren still decided to disguise Liu Jianming's death as an accident.

Before leaving.

Chen Yongren also dragged Liu Jianming's body to the doorway, letting it lie on the threshold to fake the appearance of trying to crawl out.

Inside the house he also deliberately created signs of a struggle.

After everything was set up, Chen Yongren opened the courtyard gate, walked out, left the gate ajar, and came onto the street.

It was already night; people had long since fallen asleep, and the street was utterly quiet.

A cold wind blew in.

Chen Yongren took a deep breath, hurried home, and Hua Lei was still asleep.

After changing clothes, Chen Yongren casually tossed the old clothes into the stove, lit them, burned them to ash, and mixed the ash with the coal cinders.

The leaping flames flickered on Chen Yongren's face, now bright, now dim.

Eliminating Liu Jianming meant removing a potential threat.

As for whether more devils would come undercover at the patrol bureau later,

that's a story for another time…

At least these days have become a bit more peaceful.

"Ren Ge…" Chen Yongren was thinking when suddenly he heard a voice from behind.

Turning around, he saw Hua Lei wearing pajamas, cotton slippers on her feet, rubbing her eyes.

"Ren Ge, is it really you?" Hua Lei yawned and said, "What are you doing lighting a fire in the middle of the night? Are you hungry?"

"Mm!" Chen Yongren nodded: "I couldn't sleep at midnight, felt a bit hungry, and was thinking about what to make to eat."

"We still have noodles at home; wait a moment, I'll get you something to eat." Hua Lei rubbed her eyes, walked to the cabinet, and took out a bowl of dry noodles.

"Ren Ge, if you get hungry next time, just call me directly."

"I can get up anytime to cook for you."

"Your body is precious; how could I let you do these chores?"

Chen Yongren listened and nodded in agreement.

Hua Lei, who had been half-asleep, also became much more alert.

He lit the pot, boiled the soup, and prepared the ingredients.

The soup was a fresh bone broth made today, and Hua Lei, in her own way, was improving Chen Yongren's meals.

Then she began preparing the ingredients.

Hua Lei opened a small jar as if it were a treasure, handed it to Chen Yongren, and said, "Ren Ge, take a look—what is this?"

"Lard?" Looking at the milky-white paste in the small jar, Chen Yongren smiled.

In these times, being able to buy fatty meat is truly not easy.

Rendering fragrant lard makes cooking more aromatic than ordinary oil by a few degrees.

"Ren Ge, you're really clever!" Hua Lei took a spoon, carefully scooped a small lump of lard, and placed it at the bottom of the bowl.

Then she added some salt, MSG, and soy sauce to the bowl.

Noodles cooked and placed in a bowl, the broth glistening with bright oil droplets, a poached egg lying on top.

Hua Lei then sprinkled some chopped scallions over the noodles and dripped two drops of sesame oil.

Originally Chen Yongren was just placating Hua Lei, but seeing this bowl of noodles he actually got hungry, casually stirred it twice with his chopsticks, and immediately began to eat heartily.

Hua Lei then brought out a small plate of pork cracklings, sprinkling some fine salt on top.

A bite of noodles, a bite of pork cracklings—Chen Yongren found it incredibly fragrant.

Hua Lei propped her chin, looking at Chen Yongren with a face full of happiness.

Having dealt with Liu Jianming, and after eating a bowl of hot noodles, Chen Yongren slept very comfortably that night.

In the morning he got up, had breakfast, warned Hua Lei not to open the door for strangers, then went to the police station.

Chen Yongren casually pulled out a chair, sat down, took the newspaper he had bought on the way, and leisurely read it.

In his heart he thought, "Motherfucker."

It seemed that because of his notoriety from previously reporting a killing, the newspaper vendor dared not take money, and even offered him two packets of melon seeds.

Damn it.

Am I the kind of person who lacks these two packets of melon seeds?

Chen Yongren casually spread the melon seeds on the table, picked up one and tossed it into his mouth.

Don't say.

It's actually quite fragrant.

"Ren Ge, where exactly did Brother Ming go?" a police officer approached Chen Yongren, pointing at Liu Jianming's empty spot.

"We haven't seen him for several days."

Hearing this, Zhang Haifeng, who was boredly flipping through files, also looked at Chen Yongren.

Liu Jianming?

I reckon that thing is probably getting whipped in hell; Chen Yongren spat out a melon seed husk and said, "Who knows, why do you care where he went?"

"Maybe he's out catching some anti-Japanese elements right now, preparing to take you to toughen up."

"No, no, no, I don't even dare kill a chicken, let alone a person—Ren Ge, lend me some melon seeds to eat." The police officer waved his hands repeatedly, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from Chen Yongren's table, and slipped away.

Zhang Haifeng's eyes flickered.

He suddenly felt something was off.

Just as he was thinking that, he heard a commotion outside the door.

Soon after, he saw thirty or forty fierce Japanese soldiers rush into the police station, quickly taking control of it.

Seeing this scene, the police officers inside the police station, not knowing what had happened, all raised their hands and dared not move.

"Everyone, stay in your positions, nobody is allowed to move!" Gao Liu Xiuji quickly entered the police station, scanned the room, and said in a cold voice.

"Those who move without permission will die!"