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Chapter 174 - 160 Police Station

Chapter 174: Chapter 160 Police Station

On the fourth floor of the police station, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a powdered face named Jin Haoguang held a measuring tape, measuring meticulously the distances between every desk, chair, cabinet, and potted plant in the office, murmuring to himself about feng shui and fortunes.

Four small rose of Sharon flowers pinned to the epaulets of his police uniform indicated his rank as the Chief of the Seoul Jiangdong District Police Station.

Following World War II, South Korea’s anti-feudal, anti-colonial revolution was not thorough, leaving a large number of cultural dregs through the years.

Some of the upper-class elites believed in witchcraft, some in shamanism, some in physiognomy, and like Jin Haoguang, who was among the high ranks of the Seoul police force, even he believed in feng shui, eschewing the use of air conditioning in his office during the summer for fear that it would affect his career fortunes.

Knock, knock, knock.

The anti-theft door fitted with a Class-C lock core was knocked, and a young male’s voice came from outside, "Chief, there’s a man named Jiang Wanyong downstairs requesting to see you specifically."

"Hmm?" Jin Haoguang’s expression darkened as he responded to the outside, "I already told him to wait for news at home. Go tell him I’ve already gotten off work."

"Yes."

The sound of two people talking from the end of the hallway ensued, "Mr. Jiang, our Chief has gotten off work, please come back tomorrow."

"How is that possible? I saw the lights on in the office from downstairs!"

"He really has gotten off work..."

"I don’t believe it; you’re just brushing me off! You haven’t seriously sent anyone to find my wife! I want to see your Chief; don’t you block me!"

"Please calm down!"

The conversation in the hallway grew closer until it suddenly erupted into a fierce scuffle, with the sound of tugging and pushing. Jin Haoguang frowned, stepped to the door, and gently cracked it open to peek outside, after which his pupils suddenly dilated.

In the fourth-floor hallway, stood but a single silhouette.

The person was wearing a police uniform, with his back to the office door, pulling on his own uniform with both hands as if wrestling himself, creating the illusion of a physical altercation and producing two distinctly different voices.

As he heard the door crack open, the figure stopped moving his upper body, twisted his neck violently backward with almost a 180-degree turn, looked at Jin Haoguang with a bizarre expression, and grinned, "Finally opened the door..."

Jin Haoguang was petrified and was about to close the door, but the intruder moved faster, backing into the office and swiftly locking the door equipped with the Class-C lock core behind him, then with a swift kick, sent Jin Haoguang tumbling to the ground.

"Good evening, Chief Jin, do you recognize me?"

Li Cheng, with a knee wedged behind Jin Haoguang’s neck in a standard kneel-press position, prevented him from shouting, then unhurriedly straightened his head.

(The effects and the range of the ["Assembly Puppet"] are quite marvelous; using one’s own neck vertebrae as a component, one could achieve the owl-like head-twisting effect. If one is even more daring, it’s possible to temporarily remove visceral organs such as the spleen or stomach, play with them in hand, and just need to replace them before they become oxygen deprived and necrotic.)

"You..."

Jin Haoguang was at a loss for words; in his eyes, the intruder’s facial features writhed and slowly morphed into Jiang Wanyong’s appearance, "Jiang Wanyong?! Are you a human or a ghost..."

"Does a ghost have a temperature? Does a ghost have a shadow? Can a ghost have weight to pin someone down? Er, the last one might actually be true; I have a friend surnamed Ning who gets ghost-pressed in bed every day."

Li Cheng rubbed his chin and said, "Anyway, you need to tell me everything about Jiang Wanyong’s wife, Jiang Shaoxi."

"I don’t know, I’ve told you everything I know over the phone..."

"Wrong answer."

Li Cheng whistled softly, applying slight pressure with his knee, causing a series of crackling sounds from Jin Haoguang’s neck bones, "Kneeling on the neck can compress the carotid sinus, causing a sudden drop in heart rate, blocking the trachea, and making it impossible to breathe. You have two more minutes."

The act of kneeling on the neck had been a classic move used by Reconnaissance Soldiers to capture prisoners before it became a tactic used by the police to subdue criminal suspects (such as in the Floyd case that sparked the BLM movement).

In less than twenty seconds, Jin Haoguang’s eyes bulged with congestion from asphyxiation and lack of oxygen, making dull and hoarse breathing sounds from his throat, his palms desperately smacking the ground begging for mercy.

Li Cheng didn’t move; after several more seconds, when Jin Haoguang’s face had completely turned the color of liver, he slightly reduced the pressure on the neck, "Ready to cooperate? Speak."

"Heh—Heh—"

Jin Haoguang’s lungs gasped for air like a broken bellows, taking a while to catch his breath, and then in a panic and fearful state, with tears and snot streaming down his face, he said, "Jiang Shaoxi is already dead..."

"Hmm? How do you know that."

Li Cheng raised an eyebrow, his mission was to find clues about Jiang Shaoxi, and now this person is already dead? That shouldn’t be right.

"The body is in the forensic office downstairs, I have confirmed it with my own eyes."

Jin Haoguang said this steeling himself, afraid that the other party’s emotions might flare up, accidentally breaking his neck, "An hour ago, a mysterious person used the police station’s internal line to call me down.

Two people came in a van and delivered Jiang Shaoxi’s body, telling me to put it straight into the morgue directly in the forensic office. You are not to be notified until tomorrow night, when you can come over and claim it."

Li Cheng cocked his head, "Someone delivered the body and you just accepted it? Is that how casually the Seoul police operates?"

"One of those persons, I recognized, a retired police senior by the surname of Song. The other one sat in the car the whole time, a stranger, a young man."

Fearful of being knee-pressed again, Jin Haoguang quickly spilled everything like bamboo tubes pouring out beans.

South Korea, as a country propped up by the United States, learned from the US in all aspects and also has its own version of the revolving door between the government and business sectors.

Some merchants with substantial local influence would deliberately hire retired senior government officials or police officers, using their old connections to invite active officials and police officers to nightclubs, bars, and other premises owned by the merchants for free entertainment, thereby bribing and corrupting them.

When these officials and police retire or leave their posts, they could be arranged lucrative assignments.

In response, this umbrella of protection constructed by the revolving door would turn a blind eye to all industries owned by the merchants, ignoring public reports of gambling, drugs, prostitution, corporate tax evasion, and would even help cover up such activities.

The retired police senior mentioned by Jin Haoguang, who went by the surname of Song, was a member of this revolving door – he knew the layout of the police station, deliberately drove the vehicle to the underground passage of the police station to complete the body handover, and managed to avoid all surveillance cameras.

As for the mysterious phone call that came beforehand, the incoming number was not displayed due to being an internal line.

The mere ability to use the police station’s internal line already proved certain things.

"Tell me the information about that police officer surnamed Song,"

Li Cheng pondered and then said, "Also, take me to see that body."