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"Honestly, if it weren't for Sun Bikun's death, according to your plan, Wang Kai would have mysteriously disappeared." I glanced at the safe, then continued, "The Jade Exhibition was bizarrely stolen, and no one would suspect you. It's a pity that if you could control everything, you wouldn't be you anymore; you'd be a god."
Yang Shuai noticed my gaze on the safe and let out a cold laugh. "I still stand by what I said: if you have evidence, present it. Without evidence, it's all just empty talk."
I shrugged and replied, "Is that so? You saw me looking at the safe; the evidence you're talking about is locked inside it. You keep insisting you've never touched the jade, so why are your fingerprints on it? Can you explain that?"
Yang Shuai frowned, his expression turning serious. "Oh, I did say that before, but who knows? Maybe I accidentally touched it. When I received that piece of jade, it wouldn't be surprising if I brushed against it, right? Yes, it's mine, so what's strange about my fingerprints being on it?"
"Ha!" I laughed. "Alright, you might have touched it while receiving it. But there's a detail you probably don't know: even if you orchestrated the whole thing, as I said before, you're not a god. Do you know how much the thin guy values this ancestral treasure in the village? Every night he meticulously cleans that piece of jade to leave no fingerprints at all. So why is it only your fingerprint that's there?"
I tapped my fingers on the table and said, "So when you fled back then, you pulled this jade out from under the bed and packed it into a box, right? You calculated everything perfectly, but who would have thought that one fingerprint could incriminate you? What do you have to say about that?"
Yang Shuai's frown deepened as he slowly turned the safe around. While entering the password, he asked me, "Is that so? Let me ask you something: when this jade was brought back, was it locked directly in this safe?"
"That's right; we have Mi Si to thank for taking the fall for you," I nodded.
Yang Shuai let out an "oh" and slowly sat down in his chair with his back to me. Behind his desk was a bookshelf filled with many books and some pieces of jade. He pulled out a book and flipped through it as he walked toward me. In mid-sentence, he threw the book to the ground, revealing a black handgun in front of me.
This gun didn't look like a standard weapon; it appeared to be homemade with a silencer attached to the muzzle. It seemed Yang Shuai truly wasn't someone to mess with—he even had a gun.
Before I could react, the gun was pressed against my temple. Then Yang Shuai began searching me; he snapped my voice recorder in half and smashed my radio and phone onto the floor. After doing all this, he said, "I know you have your tricks to try and fool me; it's not going to be that easy. Your people are nearby, right? But let me tell you—it won't help. Without evidence, you can't do anything to me."
"Evidence?" I chuckled. "Isn't pointing a gun at my head evidence?"
Yang Shuai slowly stepped back and snarled, "Sometimes you cops just love to stir up trouble for no reason. The case is already solved; you get your promotion while I enjoy my jade. Isn't it better for everyone to stay out of each other's way? My office has no surveillance cameras, and right now only we know what’s being said here. If you're just accusing me unilaterally, does that even matter? If that's the case, can I sue you for trespassing?"
As he spoke, Yang Shuai turned the left knob three times and continued, "Do you really think I have no backup plan? Sometimes, you have to consider things from both sides. If you hadn't chased Shorty here, would I have just let him go? Of course not. I had a bullet in my gun prepared for him, but he never needed it. Similarly, I hope that bullet won't be used on you."
Yang Shuai began twisting the right knob.
"This all hinges on that little fingerprint!" Yang Shuai said while aiming his gun at me. "The only reason you're sitting there is that this piece of jade has been untouched since it was brought back. But that's not the case anymore. I'm going to take it out and hold it in my hand. Even if the entire jade is covered in my fingerprints, so what? I admit I was careless that time, but what can you do about it?"
He turned the knob two more times, but the sound of the safe opening did not follow. Yang Shuai shouted in frustration, "Did you tamper with my safe's code?"
Before he could turn his face towards me, I rolled backward off the sofa and hid behind it. At that moment, I heard two gunshots, feeling the vibrations of bullets hitting the sofa. Luckily, Yang Shuai had bought a genuine leather sofa; otherwise, the bullets would have pierced through and hit me.
I shouted, "Do you know why you ran into Yan Junde in the garage? If you had already tampered with the jade before I arrived, we would never have caught you!"
Yang Shuai fired two more shots; I heard bullets striking metal. It seemed he was shooting at the safe. Then I heard him pulling at the safe door, but I knew that gunfire couldn't penetrate it.
"Haha!" I laughed. "Who would have thought that the safe you bought would keep you out? If only you'd bought a cheaper one back then! Look at everything in your office—it's all high-quality stuff, real and expensive! All bought with money from your investors, right? In the end, you even plotted against your own wife to take the fall for you. Do you really think you can get away with this?"
I heard footsteps getting closer; Yang Shuai had circled around.
In that instant, I suddenly jumped out to the side. I felt a bullet graze past me as I leaped out again—two more shots fired. I landed heavily on the ground, wincing in pain; this was definitely not something I could handle—only Yan Junde could endure this.
But at that moment, I had no time for theatrics and immediately scrambled toward the desk. However big an office might be, it wasn't big enough. Just as I bent down to run, I felt a gun barrel pressed against the back of my head. Then Yang Shuai wrapped one arm around my neck while holding his gun to my head with the other.
He slammed me down onto the desk and said fiercely, "If you don't want to die, open the safe for me!"
"Boss Yang, even if you manage to get the jade now, you can't escape being caught," I said quickly. "You've fired so many shots; you can't cover up the traces."
"I can't care about that now!" Yang Shuai punched me in the face, and blood immediately streamed from my nose. He said, "I just need this piece of jade. With it, I can go abroad. Then, I can still live like a millionaire! Don't push me; I've already killed one person. I don't care about killing a second!"
As he spoke, we heard footsteps outside. It seemed that Dezi and the others had arrived. Just as I was momentarily distracted, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my arm; a bullet had struck me. Yang Shuai shouted, "Damn it! I told you to open the safe! Did you hear me?"
"I understand, I understand!" At that moment, I had to keep Yang Shuai calm. He seemed to be going a bit crazy; I thought he wouldn't hesitate to use me as a scapegoat. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I entered the code and turned the knob. With a loud click, the safe door swung open.
At the same time, the office door was also opened.
A team of armed police officers entered, led by Detective Captain and Yan Junde.
"Don't come any closer!" Yang Shuai aimed his gun at my head and said, "I just want this piece of jade! I don't want anything else! Get me a ticket to leave here immediately! Otherwise, I'll kill him."
Detective Captain signaled everyone to stay calm and then said, "Yang Shuai, stop being stubborn. We already know the truth about what happened. If you can surrender now, we will definitely plead for leniency before the judge. Just let Captain Shao go, and we can talk."
At that moment, Yan Junde put away his gun and said, "There are two bullet holes on the sofa, two on the safe, two on the wall, and one on Captain Shao's arm." As he spoke, Yan Junde stepped forward.
"What did you say?" Yang Shuai pressed the gun tightly against me and said, "Don't come any closer! Are you trying to get your colleague killed?"
"Perhaps you don't understand what I'm saying," Yan Junde stopped in his tracks and continued, "but once I explain it to you, you'll get it. Your gun isn't a standard weapon; it looks homemade. You probably don't know that this type of homemade gun is commonly known as a 'little cannon,' with a single-row magazine holding seven bullets in total. I've just checked: two on the sofa, two on the wall, two on the safe, and one on his arm."
Yan Junde continued to walk forward and said, "You only have seven bullets in your handgun; didn't you know that? Have you never used it before? Are you threatening police officers with an unloaded gun?"
Yang Shuai was taken aback by the words, instinctively glancing at his handgun. Seizing the opportunity, I leaned back, and Yan Junde quickly grabbed Yang Shuai's wrist. With a firm pull, Yang Shuai's homemade pistol clattered to the ground, and several police officers rushed over to assist me.
"Are you alright?" Detective Captain asked.
"I'm not dead yet, but if we keep talking, who knows?" I replied.
"Get him to the hospital quickly!" Detective Captain shouted.
"The jade is evidence! Handle it carefully," Juan Juan said as she stepped forward to bandage my wound. I quickly added, "Also, Dezi, your skills are impressive; you could tell how many bullets were in that homemade gun. Truly a firearms expert."
At that moment, several officers had subdued Yang Shuai. Yan Junde picked up the homemade pistol and remarked, "The craftsmanship is quite detailed. With this kind of homemade gun, no one can be sure how many bullets are inside. To be honest, I was just guessing earlier." Saying this, Yan Junde detached the magazine—empty.
Then he pulled back the slide, and a bullet fell out.
"7+1 single-stack pistol," Yan Junde stated. "There's still one bullet in the chamber. He didn't fire; consider yourself lucky..."
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