Liu Yanbo woke up early in the morning. The rain had stopped and the sun was out. The warm and gentle sunlight poured into the room through the window, illuminating every corner.
The weather was great today!
The corners of Liu Yanbo's lips slightly rose. He lazily stretched out his waist. Last night he had gone to bed very late, but he slept very comfortably.
After a simple shower, Liu Yanbo arrived on the first floor.
It was 7 o'clock in the morning. Other than him, there was no one else in the house.
Yin Hanruo used to go to the company at around 7:30 am every day. But ever since she got the Black Ink formula from Liu Yanbo, she started leaving home much earlier, at a little over 6am.
Every day she left home early, and came back late, dragging Lin Xue with her. Liu Yanbo had even complained about it to Yin Hanruo, but it didn't have the slightest effect. Especially because Lin Xue insisted she was fine with it.
As for Mrs. Huang, every morning after preparing breakfast she went out to the morning market.
Liu Yanbo slowly walked into the kitchen.
Since he slept well, he should eat very delicious as well.
Liu Yanbo had always had a good appetite. This morning even more. He ate three bowls of porridge, four eggs, and finally drank a glass of milk. When he finished, he wrapped two boiled eggs and put them in his pockets, then took care of his dishes and prepared to go to work.
He could sleep, eat, and go to work normally. Yesterday's killing didn't affect him at all, or his life in the slightest.
Liu Yanbo slept safe and sound when many others would have had a sleepless night.
Jiu Ye's private houses in the western suburbs had already been heavily surrounded. There were hundreds of fully armed police officers on the scene. As well as ambulance personnel, reporters, and a huge crowd watching from afar... it was a sea of people and it was noisy everywhere.
It was, after all, the biggest homicide in Haishi in many years. Even Pan Yangming, leader of the Municipal Bureau, had personally come to inspect the crime scene.
Not only was it important to the police because it was a terrible murder case, but also because it was unexpectedly convenient for them.
Except for Jiu Ye and the old guard, the other nine murdered were all verified to be Undercurrent members. The police also arrested a dozen of them who lived in the 20 houses surrounding Jiu Ye's house. Most of them were wanted criminals, some of whom had many serious crimes under their names.
With so many big fish caught in one net, the police officers and security chiefs couldn't say anything and or show it on their faces, but they were all secretly very happy.
The only troublesome matter was Jiu Ye's death.
Jiu Ye was no doubt a big gangster. In the eyes of insiders, he deserved to die. After all, nothing in this world, no matter how secret it was, could be completely concealed. The senior police were more or less aware of the bad things he did in the past.
But in the eyes of many unaware people, Jiu Ye was a famous entrepreneur and philanthropist in Haishi.
In the past few years, whether he was trying to clean his image or whether it was out of sincerity, he had done many things to give back to society. The public's opinion of him was getting better day by day.
When such a famous and influential person like Jiu Ye was suddenly violently killed, it was natural for many to expect an explanation from the police.
With so many people around watching the scene, it was impossible to hide the truth, right?
Should they have announced his past crimes, and said that he deserved it?
Of course not!
If the truth was announced, it would only direct criticism from the public to the police, saying that the officers and criminals were all one family, after all, if the police already knew what kind of person Jiu Ye was, why did they allow him to live as he wished in Haishi? During that time, the public's trust in the police would be reduced to a freezing point. What kind of fool would throw such a stone against his own foot?
The best solution was to catch the murderer and punish him severely. But it was easier said than done.
The crime scene investigators had been messing around at the scene for hours, but they couldn't find even a single strand of hair left behind.
As for the call that reported the crime, it was a number located in Africa. Of course, even if they did plan a trip to go there, it was certain they wouldn't find anything.
In short, the police still owed an explanation to the people, but they had yet to figure out how to catch the murderer.
After a brief emergency meeting, the official made the decision to have "the best of both worlds" and held a press conference at the scene.
The police announced the identities of all the dead, as well as revealed about the criminal organization whose specialization was the traffic of human organs, saying that members of the Undercurrent had infiltrated the city in order to save their accomplices. They planned on kidnapping Huang Jiucheng*, a famous entrepreneur and philanthropist of the city, and use him to blackmail the police. However, Huang Jiucheng refused to cooperate and had a fierce conflict with the scumbags, which led to his unfortunate death.
*Just to avoid confusion- it's Jiu Ye's real name. This was mentioned once in a former chapter, but since even I was confused, I thought it'd be worth mentioning.
As soon as the official news was out, the unaware people not only expressed their hatred for the scumbags but also applauded Jiu Ye.
For a period, major media outlets hurriedly rushed to post various articles, and the news quickly spread by word of mouth. In an instant, Jiu Ye's image soared higher than ever before.
For a bastard like him to get such a good social image, it could be said his death had great value.
In this way, not only was the negative impact of the massive homicide lessened, but the police had also received praise and support from the public.
After all, it was a great cover. The police hadn’t failed to catch the criminal organization, and Jiu Ye sacrificed himself like a hero.
Given the people this explanation, they naturally had to account for their words.
In the twenty or so surrounding private houses, not only did a dozen wanted criminals live there, but also more than twenty deadly men trained by Jiu Ye. This group naturally had a very high sense of vigilance. But last night, they were unexpectedly put to sleep by a silent figure. They didn't know what happened when they were caught and weren’t even aware of the killer’s presence before losing consciousness.
Not to mention Jiu Ye, the old guard, and the Undercurrent members, they were all experienced killers, but most of them were killed by a single strike.
How terrifying was the person who could do this?
Such a person was enough to arouse the high vigilance of the police. After all, it was a law-governed society. Even if Jiu Ye and the others deserved to die, no one could just break the law and kill based on emotions.
If someone did this, it only showed that they had no notion of law in their minds and that they acted based on their own preferences.
Such a person was actually more dangerous, just like a bomb, they could explode at any time. In peaceful times, no one wanted someone like that walking freely around the city. For this reason, Haishi’s highest leader said one sentence: “Find him, even if he’s hidden three feet underground, we must find the murderer no matter what.”
It’s just that they had absolutely no leads, and it wasn’t easy to find the murderer in the vast city.
Pan Yuyi hadn’t slept all night. She had left the scene and was sitting in the Traffic Management Bureau’s surveillance room, watching the footage from the cameras near the crime scene.
She was looking for a figure that could coincide with the person she suspected in her heart.
‘Tic, tic’ With the passage of time, the scope of the surveillance footage she had watched became larger and larger, reaching far beyond the western suburbs, but Pan Yuyi still kept watching intently the footage, because the ordinary figure she thought of had not appeared once.
Like he disappeared into thin air.
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