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“Gui Zhu?” Ma Mingxia exclaimed, a flicker of shock and realization crossing her eyes. “You are from Gui Zhu? You’re the ones who tricked the police force and brazenly broke into the prison to rescue the criminal Cao Yuze, aren’t you?”
“Indeed, that’s us—Gui Zhu.”
Murong Yuyu ’s tone carried an undercurrent of pride. “Since I joined Gui Zhu, I’ve taken on a new name—Puppet Master. In this meticulously planned murder play of mine, Qian Qiushui, Murong Jingjiang, Wang Sicong, and Wang Sicong’s twin brother Wang Siyuan—the one you just referred to as Wang B—are merely puppets in my hands.”
They each played their roles: the greedy brothers acted as police officers, my betraying lover played the victim, and my brother who stole women took on the role of the scapegoat. Hahaha!” The more Murong Yuyu spoke, the more excited he became, his laughter filled with a twisted pleasure.
Qing Kong, hearing this, slightly turned his neck, a hint of disdain flickering in his eyes as he coldly remarked, “Survivor Cao Yuze, killer Qu Ningmeng, and now we have another Puppet Master— Murong Yuyu —and this so-called customer service… Gui Zhu? How utterly boring.”
“By the way, Detective Ma, I almost forgot to tell you,”
Murong Yuyu seemed intent on provoking Ma Mingxia, ignoring Qing Kong’s words as he sneered. “Since this operation has concluded successfully, our puppets Wang Sicong and Wang Siyuan were dealt with by our organization over thirty minutes ago. Their bodies will be delivered to the police station tomorrow morning.
I’m so sorry, Detective Ma; a mere 300,000 allowed your dear friend to betray the police force. 300,000 also cost your friend his life. Hahaha!
Let me tell you a secret: Wang Sicong was tortured terribly before he died. His tendons were severed, and even his eyes were gouged out. Hahaha!”
Ma Mingxia had no doubt about Murong Yuyu ’s words. Hearing these cruel descriptions made him tremble with rage and despair. His body shook uncontrollably; his eyes were bloodshot and red as if they might bleed. He shouted into the phone, “You heartless beasts! Don’t get too cocky! One day, I will dismantle your vicious killing organization and personally bring all of you to justice for your crimes!”
“Hahaha! I eagerly await that day—if it ever comes.”
Murong Yuyu ’s manic laughter faded as he said coolly, “Well then, let’s consider this matter settled for now. Until we meet again.”
He finished speaking and, without waiting for Ma Mingxia to respond, hung up the phone with a sharp click, showing no mercy.
"Damn it!" Ma Mingxia clenched his fists in anger, biting down hard on his lip. The pressure was so intense that he nearly broke the skin, and a trickle of blood oozed out.
Then, in a state of urgency, he turned to Qing Kong and said, " Murong Qingkong, I had planned to discuss an arson murder case with you tonight, but the situation has suddenly changed. I must return to the Criminal Investigation Team immediately to report this emergency and do everything I can to rescue Wang Sicong and his twin brother Wang Siyuan—if they haven't already met a tragic end."
He paused for a moment, his tone growing more agitated as he muttered to himself, "So Wang Sicong has a twin brother. We've been so close all this time, yet I had no idea about this. Sigh. Did he really give up his identity as a police officer and betray the Criminal Investigation Team for just 300,000? Is this still the Wang Sicong I know? How did it come to this?
Sicong, is it really worth it? You've lost your life, and I've lost a good friend. Can 300,000 truly compensate for that?"
As he spoke, his voice began to choke up, tears welling in his eyes.
Qing Kong did not answer Ma Mingxia's question because he knew there was no answer to be found. Instead, he yawned widely, stretched lazily, and said slowly, "You should go now. We can discuss that arson murder case tomorrow night. But before that, you need to find the Listening Device on you."
With that, he suddenly leaped off the chair like an agile cat, not sparing Ma Mingxia another glance. He turned away, hands in pockets, and walked step by step toward his home, his silhouette gradually fading into the night.
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