strictlysupreme Chapter 75 I Believe You
Chapter 75 I Believe You
When Fang Shuwen left the Zheng residence, it was already completely dark.
He didn't rush back, but walked slowly back along the streets of the North District.
When he reached East Street, he suddenly stopped.
A familiar figure flashed by under the streetlights across the street.
Officer Liang.
The follower beside Lin Xiu.
I had seen this person before in the elite class, and later this person came to invite me for tea, and we met again.
Therefore, he wrote this person down.
"This guy isn't wearing a uniform, but civilian clothes and makeup. What kind of mischief is he up to?"
Fang Shuwen frowned slightly, then hid in the corner, his eyes fixed on that direction.
Officer Liang was dressed in drab, gray casual clothes, without a hat, and his face was covered in a thick beard.
If he weren't a martial artist with a memory far exceeding that of ordinary people, he probably wouldn't have recognized this person.
Late at night, this guy is acting suspiciously all by himself. Is he going to do something bad?
Fang Shuwen's heart stirred, and he turned and followed.
He didn't get too close. He was already a Ming Jin martial artist, and his five senses were beyond those of ordinary people, so he wasn't afraid of losing track of him.
Officer Liang headed south, crossed two streets, and turned into a narrower alley.
Fang Shuwen trailed far behind.
After walking for about fifteen minutes, Officer Liang stopped in front of a building.
Fang Shuwen looked up and saw...
Neon lights flashed at the Xikou Grand Hotel.
The most impressive hotel in the county town is five stories high and even has a steam-powered elevator.
The exterior walls are painted snow-white, and the entrance features two large European-style pillars and a full glass door, making it very grand and trendy.
Three black cars were parked under the porch, and a uniformed doorman was yawning against a Roman column.
Instead of going through the main entrance, Officer Liang went around to a side alley and entered through the back door.
Fang Shuwen waited a while and then followed.
The back door wasn't locked, it was ajar. He slipped inside, and there was a narrow corridor inside.
The corridor was covered with a dark red carpet, and several replicas of European-style oil paintings hung on the walls.
There were voices coming from the end of the corridor.
Fang Shuwen slowed his pace and stopped at the corner.
"Which room is Commissioner Ding staying in?"
Liang's voice came through.
"Third floor, 305, the last room in the corridor."
Another voice answered, a slightly gruff one.
"Go in and throw the bomb in to kill him! Remember to leave traces of the Zheng family at the scene."
Fang Shuwen pressed himself against the corner of the wall and listened to every word.
Commissioner Ding?
They want to blow up that guy surnamed Ding and then frame the Zheng family!
Ding Hongzhi, a special envoy from the Folklore and Antiquities Survey Department of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage.
I'd heard this name from the people in the investigation department before; they said he was a high-ranking official, even one rank higher than Lin Xiu.
Is Secretary Liang planning to make a move against him?
Or rather, Lin Xiu wanted to kill this person.
Several thoughts raced through Fang Shuwen's mind, but he didn't move and continued listening.
"What time do we start?" the gruff voice asked again.
"Let's talk about it after he's sound asleep. Around two o'clock, everyone's tired, and even the people on duty are dozing off."
"After it's done, you leave through the back door. The car will be waiting in the back alley. Go directly out of the city to Jinling and take the train to Xijing."
"What about Section Chief Lin...?"
"Section Chief Lin said that as long as you handle this matter properly, he will guarantee you a comfortable life for the rest of your days."
The two whispered a few more words, which Fang Shuwen couldn't hear clearly, only vaguely hearing words like "Zheng family" and "framing".
Fang Shuwen stood at the corner of the corridor, mentally going through all the information.
Lin Xiu wanted to kill Ding Hongzhi and frame the Zheng family.
This will definitely enrage the Southern Bureau of the Shenghai Bureau. No matter how powerful the Zheng family is, they won't be able to withstand the pressure from the so-called Folklore and Antiques Investigation Department of the Southern Bureau.
After discovering that Lin Xiu harbored ill intentions towards him, Fang Shuwen made a special effort to inquire about this department.
The Investigation Department may not be well-known, but it is often behind many major cases.
Especially when it comes to mysterious and strange matters.
Well thought out.
But he couldn't ignore it.
After all, if the Zheng family falls, he probably won't have a good outcome either.
Fang Shuwen took a deep breath and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the corridor, quietly went upstairs.
He circled around to the stairwell, his steps extremely light, his serpentine gait making almost no sound as he trod on the terrazzo steps.
The third-floor corridor was long, with doors on both sides tightly closed, and the steam lamps overhead emitted a dim yellow light.
305 is at the very back.
He walked to the door, but instead of knocking, he listened to the door for a while.
There were sounds of paper turning and teacups gently tapping on the table.
Ding Hongzhi was still awake.
Fang Shuwen tore a strip of cloth from his sleeve, covered the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.
Knock knock knock.
The noise inside stopped.
"Who?" Ding Hongzhi's voice was wary.
Fang Shuwen didn't say anything, and knocked three more times.
The door opened, and Ding Hongzhi frowned, his gaze lingering for a moment on Fang Shuwen's masked appearance, his hand already touching his waist.
"Who are you?"
Fang Shuwen lowered his voice, deliberately speaking in a muffled, hoarse tone: "I have something to tell you. Someone wants to kill you."
Ding Hongzhi's eyelids twitched, but he didn't open the door; he just stared at him through the crack.
"Who wants to kill me?"
"Move aside and let's go inside to talk."
"Don't even think about coming in until you explain yourself clearly."
Ding Hongzhi pulled a revolver from his waist, the muzzle of which peeked out from the crack in the door, its dark shape pointed directly at Fang Shuwen's chest.
Fang Shuwen smiled slightly, and then moved.
He was quick and snatched the pistol before the other person could react.
"Now, can we go in and talk?"
"Who exactly are you?"
Ding Hongzhi took half a step back, his back hitting the edge of the table, causing the teacup on the table to wobble.
Fang Shuwen weighed the gun in his hand, put it away, and turned to close the door.
"I told you, someone wants to kill you. Believe it or not."
He lowered his voice, deliberately making it a little hoarse, which sounded completely different from his usual way of speaking.
Even if someone you know well were standing here, they would never be able to tell the difference.
"Who wants to kill me?"
"Lin Xiu."
Ding Hongzhi's eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth turned down, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't.
"Lin Xiu? What a joke! He's got some nerve, daring to kill me?"
"Heh, I'll kill you and frame the Zheng family. Tell me, does he dare?"
Fang Shuwen shook his head and said.
Ding Hongzhi fell silent.
He sat down at the table, his brows furrowing deeply.
Fang Shuwen didn't urge him. He leaned against the windowsill and placed the gun beside him.
How do you know all this?
Ding Hongzhi raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Fang Shuwen's face, which was covered by a cloth.
"I overheard it by chance."
"happen?"
"Yeah, what a coincidence."
Ding Hongzhi stared at him for several seconds, then suddenly laughed.
That smile wasn't very pleasant; it carried a hint of self-deprecation.
"You're covering your face and don't dare use your real voice, which means you're afraid I'll recognize you. You're afraid I'll recognize you, but you still came to tell me, which means you have a connection with the Zheng family."
Fang Shuwen did not respond.
"Alright, I believe you."