Chapter 192 Ninja Art: Summoning Technique!

Zhang Yanfeng was completely dumbfounded,
even staggering backward a few steps.

If he hadn't managed to steady himself, he would have collapsed right there on the riverbank.

Of course,
no one would mock Lao Zhang for not being able to handle the situation; anyone would react the same way.

If the bureau's top leaders were here to see this, they might all suffer a collective outbreak of heart disease, cardiovascular disease, and other ailments.

Looking around,
more than ten white plastic bags had already been dug up,
and the reports kept coming.

This wasn't some kind of treasure hunt where digging up one would get you a reward;
these were
time bombs being unearthed!

Although Tongcheng is located in the Yangtze River Delta region and its economic strength is in the upper-middle range in Su province, its permanent population is still less than three million.

This is a quiet city, and a single murder case is usually enough to cause quite a stir.
But now, these ten, no, probably even more bodies that haven't been dug up yet,
were enough to detonate an atomic bomb above this tranquil city!

The public would be in uproar, and the whole country would be watching!

Lawyer An clicked his tongue; even he, with his hobby of collecting corpse figurines,
was somewhat shocked and incredulous
after seeing this scene.

Because he collected corpses that had died naturally; normal deaths included various accidental deaths, but nothing he had caused.

He was like a dung beetle, collecting his own ball of dung.

But the plastic bags on the riverbank contained murdered human lives.

Zhou Ze looked at Yang Kewang, who was being held under guard behind him.

Was this the big gift he was giving to the police?

But at this moment, Yang Kewang looked shocked, his body trembling, as if he had seen a ghost.

"How is it possible... how is it possible..."
Yang Kewang kept shouting.

He didn't do it?
He didn't kill them?

Actually, for Yang Kewang, he already had four lives on his hands, a sure ticket to being executed by gunshot.

Although there are lethal injections in the country, the requirements for software and hardware are too high, the cost is too great, and the deterrent effect is smaller, so most places in the country actually still use "gunshots."

When you have four lives on your hands, adding a few more doesn't really make much difference. Civilized society won't subject you to slow slicing, and the rule of law won't find ways to torture you.

It's like having enough nuclear weapons to destroy the earth once versus destroying it fifty times; there's no fundamental difference.

Anyway, when you're covered in lice, you don't fear being bitten, so why pretend you didn't do it?

"Hey, old man!
Did you plant these corpses?"
Lawyer An shouted at this moment.

Sixteen years ago, you planted a corpse,
and sixteen years later,
you harvested so many corpses.

With a "thump,"
the old man knelt down, catching the two policemen standing next to him off guard.

"I didn't kill them, I didn't kill them, you can't wrongly accuse a good person! You absolutely can't wrongly accuse a good person!
I only buried one, only one of them was buried by me,
I don't know about the others, I really don't know!"

The old man cried and shouted,
as if
he had suffered a great injustice.

……………………

The first step was to drive away the nearby onlookers, block the news, and make sure that the妖艳贱货 (yāo yàn jiàn huò, seductive and cheap hussies) in the media didn't stir up trouble at this time.

The second step was to send more people to conduct a carpet search of this river channel, dig up all the corpses buried here, and make sure nothing was missed.

The third step was to report to the province and ask the Provincial Public Security Department to send reinforcements and organize a special task force.

These were the three decisions made by Lao Zhang; the next steps were beyond his control.

This case was no longer at a level that a criminal police captain of a prefecture-level city could handle.

In the office,
Lao Zhang sat blankly in his chair,
his eyes bloodshot.

Zhou Ze waved his hand in front of Lao Zhang, but Lao Zhang didn't react at all.

Fortunately, Zhou Ze was his boss;
so,
Zhou Ze picked up the teacup on the table and splashed all the water inside on Lao Zhang's face.

"Pa!"
Lao Zhang remained unresponsive.

Zhou Ze nodded and said to Lawyer An beside him, "Bring the thermos, change to boiling water."

Lao Zhang woke up immediately,
without yelling or making a fuss.
He vigorously wiped his face with both hands and exclaimed:

"Boss, something big has happened."

"Eat first." Zhou Ze handed the fast-food box to Lao Zhang. This was the food Zhou Ze had just gotten from the police cafeteria, and it cost money.

A chicken leg, a serving of braised pork, a serving of stir-fried bean sprouts, a serving of braised eggplant, and a serving of white rice,
2.5 yuan.

This price moved Zhou Ze to tears,
thinking that he might as well just mooch meals at the police station in the future.

Or simply have Lao Zhang take a big bucket back from work every day to get food for the people in the bookstore.

What belongs to the country belongs to the people, and isn't the people taking advantage of the country like taking their own things? Can that be called stealing?

"The news has been compiled; there are sixteen corpses, one of which is the remains of the woman who was dismembered sixteen years ago. It has been found because there were some of the woman's belongings in that plastic bag, making it easy to identify. But there are still fifteen corpses, fifteen!
It's difficult, so difficult..."
Lao Zhang gritted his teeth, looking very pained.

One unidentified corpse is enough to keep the entire police station busy for a long time,
and now there are fifteen more.
Just finding out their identities is an extremely difficult task.

"Don't panic. Pick up your chopsticks, you'll find that eating is even harder than solving the case."

"..." Lao Zhang.

Out of a sense of equality,
Boss Zhou didn't take his oral solution this time,
and ate with difficulty.

Lawyer An then said, "Fifteen years, fifteen corpses. In other words, it's likely that after that old man Yang killed and buried the body, there was another murderer who killed and buried someone there every year. Is this being done as a task?"

"Yang Kewang's suspicion hasn't been completely ruled out yet." Zhang Yanfeng took a difficult bite of the chicken leg, forcing himself not to spit it out and swallowing with difficulty.

"He doesn't admit it, does he?" Zhou Ze asked.

Zhang Yanfeng nodded.

"If it weren't for me, he would have committed suicide already, and he probably has a terminal illness and won't live long. I don't think he would lie.
Moreover, he might be wishing that those people were all killed and buried by him. According to his ideas, having so many dead souls stay by his side to accompany him would make him feel very warm and cozy, and he would never be lonely again," Zhou Ze said.

"If you ask me, since one sh*t pot is being pinned on him anyway, pinning fifteen sh*t pots on him is the same, so just push it all onto old man Yang, and the case will be closed. It'll save you trouble, and that guy Lao Yang deserves to die anyway."

Lawyer An offered his suggestion.
He was someone who had mixed in both the white and black worlds,
so for him, there was no right or wrong, only whether the goal was achieved or not.

This was a simple and quick way to handle things, which seemed a bit irresponsible, but in reality, it has been repeatedly used throughout history.

When someone commits a crime and is discovered, the people around him pin all the blame on him, then step forward and pat him on the shoulder:

"I will raise your wife and children!"

"And then the murderer will kill another person next year and give you a surprise?" Zhou Ze retorted.

Lawyer An shrugged, "Then there's nothing we can do about it."

This sh*t pot cannot be pinned randomly; once it's pinned, it'll be a big problem if the murderer commits another crime next year, after all, the police have already "made a final conclusion."

"The identities of the fifteen corpses are being investigated, and no news has been compiled and returned yet." Lao Zhang swallowed a mouthful of rice. "It's estimated that people from the province will come down to take over this case soon.
Thinking that so many people have died in such an unclear way during my years as a criminal police officer, and if it hadn't been for today's accident, they might not have been discovered until now, I feel like I've really been daydreaming and neglecting my duty all these years."

Zhang Yanfeng is a very responsible policeman.

"It's okay, you've only been in office for a week, it's not your fault," Lawyer An comforted him.

"..." Lao Zhang.

Of course,
this consolation was just nonsense.

"Is there a way?" Lao Zhang looked at Zhou Ze.

"Is there a way?" Zhou Ze looked at Lawyer An.

Lawyer An put down his lunch box, "It seems we can only use that trick."

"Hmm..." Zhou Ze.

"Hmm..." Lao Zhang.

Because Lawyer An had made the old woman's corpse "move" before,
everyone still had high hopes for Lawyer An.

If this case were done step by step, it would be too slow and time-consuming. If there was a way to take a different approach, it would of course be the best.

Lawyer An straightened his body, twisted his waist, and then started jumping up and down, warming up.

Zhou Ze and Lao Zhang also put down their lunch boxes and looked at Lawyer An.

After finishing a set of warm-up exercises similar to those of square dancing aunties,
Lawyer An put his hands together and began to form seals,
with a serious expression
and a dignified attitude.

"What is he going to do?" Lao Zhang asked.

"Wouldn't we know if we summon their spirits and ask them?" Lawyer An smiled. "Next, I'll show you my best skill, so perk up!
Wave the glow sticks in your hands!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking,
Lawyer An finished forming the seals,
suddenly knelt down on one knee,
slapping the floor with one hand,
with unimaginable speed,
and shouted:

"Ninja Art—Summoning Technique!"

The surroundings
were silent,
so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Ten seconds later,
silence.

Thirty seconds later,
silence.

One minute later,
silence.

Ten minutes later,
still silence.

Above their heads, a mischievous crow seemed to fly past the window, calling out weakly:

"Caw... caw... caw... caw..."

In the distance,
fallen leaves were blown up by the wind,
whirling and flying, rustling sadly.

Lawyer An raised his head,
looked at Zhou Ze and Lao Zhang,
smiled,
reached out and rubbed his old waist,
stood up,
and said:

"Hey,
I'm saying, you guys didn't really believe it, did you?"