Chapter 580: New Script

Parking the car, the police officer sat in the driver's seat in a daze for a while, before walking into the police station.

Someone greeted him, and he responded with a smile, just like what he had experienced every day before.

He came to his desk and took out a rag to wipe everything on the desk carefully.

During this time, he also chatted with his colleagues for a while.

Because he had taken the day off, he would be here all night tonight.

In the first half of the night, everyone still had things to do. This is the good thing about the night shift—when there are enough people, it won't be too sleepy.

If it were one person, they would have fallen asleep long ago.

They could chat about many interesting things; these things kept their eyelids from becoming heavier and heavier.

By the second half of the night, even the people who went to get coffee became fewer. Many people were either leaning on chairs or lying on tables, falling into dreamland.

According to the requirements of the police work manual, they had clearly... violated the regulations.

But many times, the things written on the work manual were for non-staff to see. Who would read the work manual when they had nothing to do?

Those old employees would tell the novices that if you take it seriously, then congratulations, you can't even do the most basic work.

He looked at his colleagues around him, then picked up a cup and walked toward the tea room.

The tea room had a coffee machine, coffee powder, a coffee pot, and hot water. He easily brewed a cup of coffee for himself, and then used a public cup to brew a second cup.

Sometimes there would be some reporters, lawyers, or other people related to the case who didn't belong to the criminals here, recording statements or handling other things.

Some cases were relatively more complex, and the time required was clearly longer.

They couldn't let those people sit there dryly; they needed to get them some coffee or something.

The public coffee cup here was for these people.

He took out the small box from his pocket, took out one of the pills, and threw it in.

He watched the pill sink to the bottom of the cup, causing some tiny bubbles before there was no other movement.

He picked up a stirring spoon, stirred it, and then carried the coffee out of the tea room.

When Bandi was caught, he had also gone to see.

He also had curiosity. Bandi, as a character with great fame in the city, had too many meanings in being caught.

Many people wanted to see this legendary figure in the police station.

However, he didn't see him. After Bandi came, he was locked in the interrogation room, and there were people specifically guarding the door.

He wasn't sure if he could send the coffee in, but in this process, he had already thought of many reasons.

For example, "whoever asked me to send a cup of coffee in" and the like. All he had to do was send the coffee in and let Bandi drink it.

If others wanted to hijack this coffee, he would let others do it themselves. If they were joking and insisted on the cup in his hand, he would accidentally spill it on the ground.

He thought of many ways to deal with it, how to complete this mission.

He actually didn't care anymore whether he would be exposed, because once he went in, he would definitely be exposed.

If only one person sent a cup of coffee in all night, and then Bandi was poisoned to death, then whoever sent the coffee was the murderer; this was absolute.

He wouldn't think that the young man spent 100,000 dollars just to let Bandi take a vitamin pill; that was impossible, nor was it realistic, so this pill was a poison.

When he turned a corner and naturally revealed some impatience on his face, he didn't see the scene he had expected.

No one was guarding the interrogation room; even the entire corridor was not being watched. Everything he had seen before was like an illusion.

He looked back, looked in other directions, and after confirming that it was indeed here, he came to the outside of the interrogation room with a heart full of confusion.

The door was ajar.

These people were too careless. What if Bandi ran away?

He thought in his heart, but still pushed the door open. He saw Bandi sitting in a chair smoking.

There were two packs of cigarettes on the table, and under his feet were two cigarette boxes that had been squeezed out of shape, the soft-shell kind, as well as a floor full of cigarette butts.

There was a very strong smell of smoke in the room. The moment he entered, the strong smell of smoke was like a punch to his head.

He waited for two seconds before entering the room.

"Your coffee." He placed the coffee on the table.

Bandi, who was like a statue, gradually "came alive." First, his eyeballs moved, turning toward this police officer, then his face, his movements. Finally, he changed his sitting posture and looked at the coffee.

"Do you need to watch me drink it?" he asked.

The police officer didn't quite know what he meant and even felt a bit embarrassed. He took a step back. "No, I just..."

Bandi shook his head, picked up the coffee, and drank it in one gulp. "There's a bitter almond taste; my tongue is even a bit numb from the bitterness!"

He put down the coffee cup and looked at the police officer. "Did you put too much in?"

He shook his head, and a visible amount of sweat was squeezed out from his pores. At the same time, his breathing began to become very rapid as he spoke, just like... he had just run in place for an hour, running until he was about to lose his breath.

A second ago, he didn't look like he had any changes, but the next second, his nose began to breathe heavily, and then he began to open his mouth, taking deep breaths.

His eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably, one hand gripped the table tightly, and the eyes looking at the police officer changed color slightly.

A small patch also appeared on his forehead... the police officer didn't know how to describe it, just like capillaries suddenly floating up!

Bandi's other hand also clenched into a fist, supporting his thigh, supporting himself so he wouldn't fall down.

But from his increasingly painful expression, it could be seen that his situation now was very bad!

The police officer was terrified. He didn't know what had happened. He turned around and left here quickly.

That bastard didn't tell him that this medicine took effect so quickly!

Watching the police officer leave, Bandi could only lower his head, using his willpower to fight against those strong senses of impending death—more than one kind!

He felt his mouth and tongue begin to go numb, then his scalp, and even all his skin began to lose sensation.

He wanted to move, but it was very hard to do. At the same time, his breathing began to be suppressed.

After breathing two or three times, it would stop inexplicably until he subjectively realized this point, and then breathed hard again, his lungs would barely begin to expand and contract again.

He knew he was about to die.

At this time, he unexpectedly discovered that the fear of death didn't seem to be that intense anymore. All his attention was focused on dealing with the body's reaction.

I don't know how long it passed, his body went black in front of his eyes, and he completely lost consciousness...

The officer returned to the breakroom and went back to his desk with his coffee. He deliberately pushed his chair with his legs to shift it, and the harsh screeching sound made his colleague, who was also working the night shift, look up at him before burying their head back on the desk.

He let out a heavy sigh, sat there in a daze for a while, maybe ten minutes, and after confirming that no one came to trouble him, he felt relieved.

Actually, what he didn't know was that someone had already seen all this and recorded it.

Not taking action against him now was because this was part of the script.

Yes, part of the script. If action were taken against him now, some scripts wouldn't be so easy to act out.

In anxiety and unease, he also fell asleep in a daze until he was pushed awake.

He saw Du Ke. Du Ke walked with long strides, bringing some people, including the forensic doctor, toward the interrogation room. His face was very bad.

His colleague whispered beside him, "Do you know?"

"Bandi is dead!"

"Last night the guard had a stomach upset. When he was in the restroom, someone sent a cup of coffee in and poisoned Bandi to death!"

He revealed a shocked expression. "My God, they actually dared to kill in the police station?"

"Do you know who did it?"

His colleague shook his head. "Don't know, but it's definitely not a small character. The brother who was on the night shift has already been sent to the interrogation room; they feel he also has a problem."

"If I were to say, I was just lucky to have fallen in another place at the same time—" "If he hadn't had a stomach upset, maybe he would be a corpse now."

"But it was precisely because he had a stomach upset that although Bandi died, he luckily survived."

"The killer wouldn't have let him go if he hadn't left at that time!"

For these speculations, the police officer expressed disagreement. He wouldn't easily take action against his own people; he still had his own bottom line.

Soon the forensic doctor found the cause of death: cyanide poisoning in a massive amount, and they detected cyanide substances in some coffee residue in the coffee cup.

The police officer on duty at the police station entrance last night claimed that no one came in from the main door, and several back doors were also completely closed last night according to regulations.

The coffee cup on the table was a public coffee cup in the tea room. To get it, there were only two places—

The police station's spare parts warehouse.

And the tea room.

The tea room was in the middle of the police station's police office. If an outsider came in, and also ran to the tea room to brew a cup of coffee, and then sent it to the interrogation room, then someone must have discovered it.

But those who didn't sleep last night didn't discover anyone doing so; at least they didn't discover an outsider, so there was only one possibility.

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That killer who murdered Bandi came from inside the police station.

The police officers who heard this conclusion all revealed expressions of disbelief, but some people's faces revealed a "so that's how it is" understanding.

There was only one possibility for them to risk huge danger to silence someone in the police station: either they were threatened, or they were tempted.

Before long, Chief Bulu also came down. He stated that this was a very heinous case and he would thoroughly investigate the entire police station. He hoped that person could stand up, for the sake of everyone being colleagues.

The police officer didn't know what to do; he was a bit dazed.

But as long as people can live, they will try every means to live.

He didn't surrender, continuing to pretend he didn't know who did it.

"Investigated clearly?"

"His wife was picked up by the hospital, and he paid a medical expense of more than 50,000 dollars at once, used for treating his wife's cancer."

"According to some of our investigations, he had been raising funds for his wife's cancer early on."

"It's just that he was still short of more than 20,000 dollars and couldn't scrape it together."

"I checked some materials; he didn't sell his house and car, nor did he have other loan information, and the money he raised was still in the bank."

"This 50,000 dollars came very suspiciously and very suddenly. It should be the hard-earned money paid to him by someone for sending him poison."

"The information the hospital gave me was that last night, he suddenly requested to treat his wife according to the planned scheme, so the person who contacted him should have been after he got off work last night."

Du Ke sat opposite Chief Bulu. He wasn't speaking to Chief Bulu; he was speaking to Lan Si.

The phone on the desk was in speaker mode, and he could hear every word he said.

If it weren't for them deliberately pulling away the guards, that guy absolutely couldn't have sent the coffee in.

Whether it was Lan Si or Bandi, they both knew it was time for him to leave, but he couldn't be killed by Lan Si or anyone else, Congressman Williams.

He needed to be "silenced." Only if he was silenced could he leave behind a... like a square, very smooth box. If you don't have a place to exert force, it's very hard for you to move it.

Bandi's death was equivalent to leaving two places on this smooth box where one could exert force, making it very easy for someone to move it.

This was also a "fulcrum."

Lan Si was a bit emotional after listening. "Moving love!"

"But this is not the reason we can forgive him. After the matter ferments for a period of time, arrest him."

Chief Bulu asked, "Do you need him to confess who instructed him?"

This was a very clever response. He very clearly proposed to let this police officer point out "who" instructed him.

But in fact, they very likely all knew that that person wouldn't really appear in front of him; there was still a middleman in between, so he absolutely couldn't know who planned all this behind the scenes.

But why did Chief Bulu still say so?

Because sometimes, what the truth is, people actually don't care at all; what they care about is only what they see.

When this police officer points to a big figure in the Bay Area as instructing himself, regardless of whether he has evidence or whether this is a fact, the police station has reason to conduct investigations and evidence collection on the person he accuses!

And it can obtain summons and search warrants from the judicial department through "key witness testimony"!

These things are very important.

Because their next batch of opponents is those gentlemen in the Bay Area, the judicial department will be more cautious than before in issuing legal documents and won't give them what they want so easily.

Everything must comply with and meet the regulations of the judicial process; there cannot be the slightest overstepping.

Lan Si didn't deny it. "Wait for my news."

He said, pausing. "This matter made me realize a problem. In fact, after we increased the income of the police, they still couldn't afford some terrible, sudden, large economic expenditures."

"This will make them become fragile and become likely to be used by others."

"Remember the matter I told you before?"

Chief Bulu froze for a while. Lan Si had told him too many things, and he couldn't quite remember.

He didn't speak, and Lan Si knew he didn't remember, but he wasn't very concerned either, just reminding him. "I intend to establish a foundation specifically to deal with the sudden economic expenditure situation of police families."

"Like the problem this... police officer encountered, after the foundation is established, he can completely get help through the foundation."

"In terms of funds, in terms of medical care, including we can help him find better medical institutions and better experts!"

"And we are not limited to medical problems, children's university expenses, loans when buying a house."

"Some money we can unconditionally subsidize them, for example, medical problems. Someone needs a large sum of money to see a doctor, but they can't take it out. We can give them this money directly."

"Like buying a house, going to university, etc., just do it in the form of low-interest or interest-free loans."

"This can make us internally to a greater extent, not appear a crack that shouldn't appear like this matter!"

"Honestly, I initially felt the most likely situation was that a killer broke in, and then after taking him out, was caught by us when leaving."

"But when you told me it was our own people who did it, I felt it was ridiculous!"

They actually had people watching all along; they knew everything, just didn't know that what appeared was a police officer, not some mysterious killer.

Chief Bulu and Deputy Chief Du Ke's attention was clearly not here; their attention was on the foundation Lan Si mentioned!

The things this foundation was going to do made them both feel their scalps go numb!

They knew very clearly how much temptation such a foundation had for police officers. They would stand on the side of the foundation for the sake of maintaining the operation of the foundation, not on the side of them, these chiefs, or the mayor!

As Lan Si increased the income of police officers, they would have more ideas than before.

Changing to a detached house instead of squeezing in an apartment where there was defecation everywhere, or would they consider supplying their children to go to university?

But no matter which one, they couldn't complete it independently.

When people can't do it, they very likely won't care about these things they can't do.

But once they have the opportunity to do it, they will care about it incomparably!

Lan Si is building a police welfare system independent of the municipal system, and it is a system that people cannot refuse.

The two looked at each other, and both saw a kind of horror and helplessness in each other's eyes.

They didn't know how much money Lan Si had earned in these years to let him squander like this!

But they definitely knew that it was absolutely a large sum of money, a large sum of money that they couldn't imagine!

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