The initial contact person was getting anxious. Even though he had a background, such a scandal would surely cast a bad light on his cousin. Moreover, he had acted behind the back of Song Ming. He never thought it would be exposed when he took the money initially. Now that it happened, he didn't know how to remedy it.

"Mr. Liu, it seems there is only one way," the young man said with a smile.

"What way?" Liu Qiang asked curiously.

"Ding Dahua must die!" The young man narrowed his eyes, revealing a sinister smile in his gaze.

Hiss...

Liu Qiang took a deep breath. He was silent for a long while before speaking, "Hmm, at this point, it's the only way. Otherwise, if Secretary Song finds out, I definitely won't escape punishment. As long as Ding Dahua is dead, I can clear my charges."

"Hmm!" The young man nodded.

Police station.

Ding Dahua was detained in the detention room. Since it was a temporary custody without any trial or decision made, he could only be kept here without any action taken. Ding Dahua, having been detained here for a day, was on the verge of insanity.

"Let me out!" Ding Dahua pounded on the door furiously and roared, "Hurry up and let me out, I want to see Secretary Song, I want to see Secretary Song!"

"What are you muttering about?" A police officer came over, raised the baton in his hand, and struck fiercely, cursing loudly, "Mutter again and see what happens to you!"

Ding Dahua was stunned and said helplessly, "Brother, let me out, I'll give you money!"

"Damn, take your money? I don't want to mess up, do I?" the officer replied grumpily, saying, "You're trying to get me in trouble, aren't you?"

"No, no, no!" Ding Dahua hurriedly shook his head, saying, "You're thinking too much, I... I really want to get out."

"That's not going to happen!" the officer shook his head, saying, "You're now a major suspect, personally indicated by Secretary Tang. I need to keep a close eye on you. If you run away, I'd be in trouble!"

The officer stared at Ding Dahua grumpily.

After finishing, he staggered into his office.

Night fell, and the station was deserted, pitch dark. Besides a few officers on duty in the duty room, the other offices were all dark. The detention room where Ding Dahua was had a noticeable gap. Inside the detention room, there was only a bed and a table, on which some daily necessities were placed. Ding Dahua wore a pair of slippers; in the detention center, there were no sharp objects, not even a shoelace. Those wanting to commit suicide simply couldn't.

Ding Dahua lay on the bed, a meal tray was placed by the door, and the food on it was untouched. From yesterday until today, Ding Dahua hadn't eaten a bit. It was unknown whether he was intent on seeking death or simply had no appetite.

In the duty room, several officers were chatting, gathered together. The window was open, the cool evening breeze blowing in, very comfortable. It was past ten o'clock, and so far, no call for police duty had been received. The officers enjoyed their lively chatter.

At this moment, a dark figure crossed over the police station's perimeter wall from outside and avoided the camera, entering from the blind spot of the camera. Then, bending low, he quickly sneaked into the greenery inside the police station grounds. Using the greenery as cover, he ran swiftly into the police station.

When approaching the duty room, he rolled on the spot, his back against the wall, then slowly moved inward.

Ten meters, eight meters... five meters...

The dark figure quickly evaded the sight of the duty room officers and dashed into the police station.

After entering, the dark figure headed straight toward the detention room.

Ding Dahua was lying on the bed, pondering issues, his eyes hollowly staring at the ceiling, with no one knowing what he was thinking at that moment. His mind was tangled and hesitant, curious and in pain...

At that moment, the dark figure approached the detention room and slowly pulled out a bamboo tube.

Whoosh...

The figure held the bamboo tube and gently blew into it, then a sharp dart instantly stabbed toward Ding Dahua.

"Ah!" Ding Dahua suddenly felt a sharp pain on his neck.

Thinking it was a mosquito in the detention center, he touched it with his hand, only to find it was a sharp dart. He grabbed the dart and immediately realized what was happening. However, the poison on the dart was potent, and just as he was about to shout loudly, he felt as though his throat was blocked. Then, large amounts of blood flowed out from his eyes, ears, nose, and throat...

Ding Dahua's body twisted in an exaggerated contortion, his expression fierce. He lay on the floor, struggling in a severely distorted posture.

After struggling for a few minutes, he eventually stopped, and slowly closed his eyes.

The man in black's eyes flashed with a trace of gloom as he inserted a retractable stick, and the needle was soon retrieved by the magnet at the tip of the stick. Before leaving, he even took away the tool used in the crime. The man in black then retraced his steps, all done without anyone noticing. Nobody knew.

It was not until the police returned the next day that they discovered Ding Dahua was dead.

............

City Committee.

Tang Yumeng had just arrived at the office when she received the news.

"What?" Tang Yumeng exclaimed, "Ding Dahua is dead? How did he die?"

"I don't know." Xiao Xue shook her head, "The security department called this morning to report it, they suspect it was suicide due to fear of crime."

"No!" Tang Yumeng shook her head, "This matter is definitely not that simple."

"What does Secretary Tang mean then?" Xiao Xue looked puzzled at Tang Yumeng.

"Perhaps someone tampered with something behind the scenes." Tang Yumeng frowned.

"Ah?!" Xiao Xue was shocked, "Who would be so bold to commit murder inside the police station? Has he gone mad?"

"Let's go to the headquarters and check the situation." Tang Yumeng immediately suggested.

Lin Chuan drove Tang Yumeng and Xiao Xue to the police station.

Upon arriving at the police station, Director Chen, sweating profusely, was waiting at the entrance to greet Tang Yumeng, followed by a group of people including Hu Zhengwei and others. Surprisingly, Lin Chuan also saw Zhang Wenhui; he too was indeed present.

"Secretary Tang, this... this case is indeed very strange!" Director Chen looked helpless.

"What exactly happened?" Tang Yumeng asked as she walked in, "How can a man just die in a detention cell?"

"This..." Director Chen gave a wry smile, "No one knows, he just died like that, and it was from poisoning."

"Poisoning?" Tang Yumeng furrowed her brows, "How could he be poisoned? Where did the poison come from?"

"We don't know yet!" Director Chen shook his head, "According to the forensic examination, he died of poisoning, but as for the specific type of poison, we need to wait for the lab results. As for where the perpetrator got the poison, we have no information."

A group of people reached the door of the detention cell, where inside, the scene remained untouched, and the forensic personnel were still examining the area.

Xiao Xue dared not look at the scene, retreating to the door of the police station alone, unwilling to follow further. Lin Chuan stayed by Tang Yumeng's side.

"Ah!" Despite her boldness, Tang Yumeng was still terrified by the sight of Ding Dahua's dead body.

"Don't be afraid!" Lin Chuan quickly embraced her, "I'm here, no need to be scared!"

Tang Yumeng's face turned slightly red, and she hurriedly pushed away Lin Chuan's hand, considering the presence of so many people, including important figures. Being so intimate with Lin Chuan seemed inappropriate. Besides, the relationship between her and Lin Chuan was supposed to be confidential. If this news were to be made public, it might cause adverse reactions.

"Lin Chuan, do you... do you have any thoughts?" Tang Yumeng asked, actually, she was just trying to divert everyone's attention and did not really expect Lin Chuan to provide any solution.

Lin Chuan took a serious look at the scene and asked, "When you found Ding Dahua dead, was the door to this detention cell locked?"

"That's right." A police officer nearby nodded.

The so-called detention cell, with walls on three sides and only the front made of a steel bar structure, allows a clear view inside, designed for better supervision. Lin Chuan glanced at the food near the door, "He didn't eat last night?"

"No!" A police officer shook his head, "He hasn't eaten in the last few days."

"Then it shouldn't have been poisoning." Lin Chuan shook his head.

"Then..." Zhang Wenhui, puzzled, said, "It should have been..."

"Exactly!" Lin Chuan nodded, "A hidden weapon!"

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