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From the mouths of these people, it was learned that Zhao Qi was a native of Tianlan City, around forty-five years old. He had a somewhat foolish appearance, but he was quite clever. Zhao Qi couldn't afford the numerous Front Four, Rear Eight vehicles to be a Boss and couldn't hire a driver, so he simply gathered all the independent drivers together, forming a convoy. He would go out to find work, negotiate a price, and then contact his subordinates.
Usually, these people didn't know each other; they only came together when they were working. Therefore, their relationships were not particularly close. Zhao Qi's calls were not just for driving; on several occasions, he also took jobs as muscle for hire, earning thirty for simply standing by as a show of force.
Sometimes, he would also arrange moving jobs for everyone. As they became accustomed to this variety of work, when Zhao Qi announced that there was a big job to do, he gathered everyone from his convoy together. He treated them to drinks and said, "I've got a big job for you all; each person will get ten thousand."
At that moment, the Front Four, Rear Eight drivers were intrigued. Usually, they earned just over a hundred for a job; how could there be one worth ten thousand? They all began to inquire about what the job entailed. Zhao Qi explained that someone had been bullied by the police and wanted revenge. When the police car came out, he wanted the drivers to block it so she could vent her anger.
Hearing that it involved blocking a police car made everyone feel uneasy, but the temptation of ten thousand was hard to resist. Some chose to participate while others opted out. Zhao Qi reassured those who joined that they had made the right choice; after all, if the police bullied people, the public had every reason to stand up against them.
Moreover, it was just about blocking a car; it wasn't like anyone would get killed. Even if they got caught, they would only be detained for about ten days. These drivers typically earned around three thousand a month; if they were fined two thousand after fifteen days in detention, they would still come away with eight thousand in earnings. It seemed worth it.
Thus, under heavy rewards, brave men emerged—these middle-aged men, these legal novices, these "warriors," stood up. Among the four captured individuals, someone overheard Zhao Qi talking on the phone with a woman who was the mastermind behind this operation.
Upon hearing this mention of a woman, one name immediately flashed in my mind: Angel from the Heavenly Palace Bathhouse. If Guo Guoqing had orchestrated everything before intentionally entering the scene, then the accomplice guarding the Boss Lady must have been that six-foot-three-inch tall henchman while Angel was undoubtedly responsible for these matters.
According to an informant, the person paying was indeed a woman who spoke fluent Tianlan dialect. Since Zhao Qi was also from Tianlan City, they conversed in their hometown dialect which made them seem quite familiar with each other. Initially, Zhao Qi didn't fully trust this woman; he feared she might be trying to trick him.
After all, even if only ten people participated with ten vehicles involved, it would still require one hundred thousand. Spending that much money just to vent one's anger seemed excessive. However, Zhao Qi couldn't rule out that she might be wealthy and simply wanted to use money to express her frustration. To be safe before taking action today, Zhao Qi specifically went to meet with her.
Unfortunately, although this informant knew that Zhao Qi met with her, he didn't know where they arranged to meet—only that they seemed to have gone south of the city and nothing more about their meeting was known. This person likely referred to Angel but regrettably did not know where exactly she had arranged to meet Zhao Qi.
After their meeting, Zhao Qi distributed three thousand to each person and informed them that once the job was completed successfully, he would pay them the remaining seven thousand altogether. By noon, these individuals began waiting at various intersections along the prepared route.
They waited until nightfall and thought they might not see anything today since no police cars had passed since noon. However, around nine o'clock in the evening, as they waited at their posts, the drivers spotted our police cars approaching with sirens blaring—there was no doubt this was their target.
As we sounded the siren and with only our police car on the road, it was easy to identify us. Suddenly, a Front Four, Rear Eight vehicle swerved in front of us, forcing us to the side, leading to the scene we witnessed on the road. However, these four individuals were only responsible for trapping our police car; Zhao Qi had not discussed what the rest of the Front Four, Rear Eight were supposed to do.
They initially believed that the employer merely wanted to teach us a lesson, completely unaware that the vehicle ahead was connected to us. As for whether the others knew about this, those four were uncertain.
At that moment, a civilian officer approached us. We stepped out and asked what had happened. The officer informed us, "We just received a report of an incident at the Shanglan Road intersection. A Front Four, Rear Eight is parked on the road, and beside it lies a male corpse that has been run over by the Front Four, Rear Eight. The body is split in half at the abdomen..."
"I heard this case is related to the Front Four, Rear Eight. Analyzing the timing and route, it's likely that the SUVs involved in the hijacking have already reached Shanglan Road or even left it. I thought there might be a connection, so I came to inform you!"
Indeed, based on time and route analysis, it was possible that the Front Four, Rear Eight had passed through Shanglan Road. Could one of those vehicles have been involved in an accident? Since we had completed interrogating those individuals, it would be prudent to check out the scene. If it truly was a team of Front Four, Rear Eight vehicles, perhaps we could deduce their trajectory through surveillance footage or traces left on the ground.
With this in mind, I said to Dezi, "Dezi, call in the forensic team from the Police Department and a few detectives. We need to head straight to the incident site!"
Without delay, we set off. It would take about an hour from the Police Department to Shanglan Road. During this time, we had already dispatched local police and traffic officers to secure the scene and manage traffic. Without further conversation, we arrived at the incident site where everything was already cordoned off.
Identifying ourselves, we immediately moved past the barricade. At that moment, we saw a Front Four, Rear Eight blocking two lanes of traffic. The ground was drenched in bright red blood extending from the southern side of the barricade to the north—at least ten meters long. Chunks of flesh and blood were scattered everywhere; it was a gruesome sight.
The body was mangled beyond recognition but could still be divided into two main parts. Indeed, it was split in half at the abdomen. The distance between the upper and lower halves was about six or seven meters, with internal organs strewn across the ground.
The forensic team quickly moved in for examination while we observed from around them. Despite the blood-soaked ground, there were no skid marks visible; this indicated that neither of the Front Four, Rear Eight vehicles had attempted to stop. Although I hadn't seen this particular Front Four, Rear Eight during our encirclement, judging by its size and appearance, it likely belonged to Zhao Qi's convoy.
Technical personnel began searching for evidence at the scene. Despite how fragmented the body was—its skull crushed with brain matter and blood splattered across the ground—the face remained somewhat recognizable. At this point, a forensic officer from the Police Department said to us: "Preliminary assessment suggests that the deceased died from brain death due to a fatal head injury; their skull was shattered and brain matter expelled—almost instantaneously fatal!"
"The crushing injuries on their abdomen also occurred almost simultaneously; their internal organs were nearly pulverized. The muscle tissue at the site of compression shows signs of severe weight trauma."
"By analyzing the evidence, we can piece together a picture," the forensic expert said while observing the scene. "This person was standing here when a Front Four, Rear Eight suddenly came speeding from behind. The car was moving too fast for him to react and escape, so he was struck directly."
"This is evident from the chunks of flesh that splattered from his left chest and left hand," the forensic expert continued. "There are no skid marks on the ground, indicating that the Front Four, Rear Eight was heading straight for him without any deceleration. He was immediately thrown several meters away, landing heavily on the ground."
Pointing at the back of the victim's head, the forensic expert explained, "When he hit the ground, it was his skull that made contact first, resulting in a shattered skull. Bone fragments pierced into his brain, causing brain matter and blood to spill out. In almost an instant, he was dead. However, at that moment, the Front Four, Rear Eight did not slow down but continued to speed past."
"As it sped by, the tires of the Front Four, Rear Eight ran directly over his abdomen," the forensic expert concluded as he packed up his equipment. "Due to the immense weight pressing down, his abdomen could not withstand it and ruptured in the middle. His internal organs were crushed and spilled out from the gaping wound."
"At this point, his lower body was still entangled in the vehicle, which dragged him along for another six or seven meters before finally throwing him out. This explains why there is such a distance between his upper and lower body." The forensic expert glanced at the Front Four, Rear Eight and added, "It was only then that the car began to slow down and eventually stopped here."
We nodded in agreement; it seemed clear that this was not just an accident but a murder. But who was this victim?
"Check this person's clothing for anything that might prove their identity!" I instructed the technical team.
No sooner had I spoken than one of the technicians replied, "We found a driver's license on him; his name is Zhao Qi."
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