The scene in the hidden compartment caused Jiang Daode's brain to enter a brief vacuum period.
Feng Bujue was sitting on a chair in the cubicle, with a laptop in front of him.
"You...you...how..." Jiang Daode stuttered out words, but couldn't even formulate a complete sentence clearly.
"Two days ago, I sneaked into the homes of your mistresses one by one." Feng Bujue stood up from his chair and approached Jiang Daode step by step. "Originally, I just wanted to collect some of your DNA samples as a way to reveal your identity.
One of the pieces of evidence, I didn’t expect... During the process of searching the house, I made an unexpected discovery..."
When he said this, Jiang Daode also exited the room step by step and returned to the chairman's room.
Feng Bujue followed him out, saying as he walked: "I discovered that you have set up such a hidden compartment in each mistress's residence..." He paused, "Haha... don't
It’s not strange to look at me with that expression... I have received professional training and am very sensitive to building structures. I can spot places like dark rooms by visual inspection and walking test."
While talking, Brother Jue had already walked to the chairman's room outside, glanced at Ouyang Jian and Jiutiao respectively, raised his hand to signal, and said hello: "I understood at that time..." He continued what he just said.
, said to Jiang Daode, "You are a person who has no sense of security in your life... Even though you have lived as Jiang Daode for twenty years, it is still difficult for you to change your habit of being a cunning rabbit."
After Feng Bujue said this, he unplugged the phone line on Jiang Daode's desk, and then continued with a smile: "And habits... will reveal a lot of information. I can easily guess...
...There must be such a dark room for hiding in your office." He smiled and pointed to the entrance to the hidden room on the side, "The result...is not what I expected."
"Well... the fingerprints and DNA needed to open that room were obtained from his mistress's house, right?" At this time, Ouyang Jian answered thoughtfully.
"That's right." Feng Bujue continued, "The secret rooms in his mistress's house are also set up the same as here."
"So...you sneaked into this building this afternoon after leaving my office and hid in that room to wait?" Ouyang Jian asked again.
"Yes." Feng Bujue responded, and then looked at Jiang Daode, "Mr. Jiang, if you still have memories, you should remember... This afternoon, after you drank a cup of coffee brought in by your secretary, you felt a sudden sensation in your abdomen.
I felt uncomfortable, and then I went to the toilet and squatted for more than half an hour."
"You...you could actually put drugs in my coffee?" Jiang Daode said in shock.
"Haha...it's easy..." Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone, "I put the laxative in...the...next door...under the coffee grinder...in the secretary's room on this floor...in the cabinet..."
"...in the sugar cube box." He paused for half a second, "If you want to ask...why do I know the approximate time you drink coffee, and whether you add sugar and how many sugars you add..."
"I guess I figured it out when I was investigating his mistress's home." Before Jiang Daode could answer, Ouyang Jian interjected.
When Jiang Daode heard this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Ouyang Jian. He looked at the latter with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.
"Haha... don't be so surprised, Mr. Jiang." Ouyang Jian said with a smile, "Since our great writer Feng has gone to your residence and searched it carefully..." He glanced at Brother Jue, "Then don't say it is.
He is used to drinking coffee... how much food you eat in a meal, how to apply ointment when brushing your teeth, how many hairs fall out after washing your hair, and even how many pieces of paper you use to get a queen size... he knows everything clearly."
"As Ouyang Jian said..." Half a second later, Feng Bujue quickly took over the conversation and said to Jiang Daode, "That's it..." He took a few steps forward and tapped the table twice with his fingers.
"Besides...you should understand now why I know there is a recording cigar hidden in your humidor, right?"
"You..." Jiang Daodejing said this, and then he muttered with some hindsight, "While I was going to the toilet..."
"Bang ngo~" Brother Jue snapped his fingers and then explained. "According to my estimation... a cautious person like you will definitely keep a few hands. So... after I found the entrance to the hidden compartment,
Instead of rushing in, I checked your office carefully first... just in case." He looked up at the wall on the other side of the chairman's room again. "As expected... I'm over there.
Behind the painting, a camera was found."
Jiang Daode didn't respond. Now that Brother Jue tells any secrets about him, he won't feel weird anymore.
"And the footage from that camera will naturally not be transmitted to the security room..." Feng Bujue continued, "In fact, I also sneaked into the monitoring room of your security department and watched it... here
In the entire building, except for the public areas, all office areas are equipped with cameras, but the only exception is your chairman's office..." He chuckled, "Ha... then the footage from this camera will be sent to
Where to go? The answer is obvious..." With that, Brother Jue patted the computer on Jiang Daode's desk with his hand, "Mr. Jiang... you are really a very insecure person, and this...
Just right for me to use."
"You... also tampered with the video..." Jiang Daode's tone was lifeless when he answered this.
"That's necessary." Feng Bujue said, "Since such a camera is installed, it means... every time you leave this office and return, you will quickly check the video to confirm whether there is anyone during this period.
You sneaked in." He tilted his head and smiled, then added, "In the afternoon, you had severe abdominal pain, so you left in a hurry and did not lock the screen in time, which saved me the work of deciphering the password... I
When I came in, the screen saver on my computer was not activated, so I could just use it as I wanted."
"So you intercepted a surveillance video and played it in a loop, covering the few seconds before you entered the cubicle." Ouyang Jian followed Brother Jue's thoughts and added.
"Yes~" Brother Jue nodded and looked at Jiang Daode again, "And when our Mr. Jiang returned to the office, he must have immediately clicked on the video and checked it at fast forward speed. However... when no one
Under the premise that I have come in, the picture is still static. Even if you slow down and look carefully, you may not be able to find the splicing points of the video. Looking at it like he does... you will undoubtedly not be able to see the flaw."
"It seems...Mr. Jiang never expected it in his dreams..." Ouyang Jian said with a smile. "Actually, someone...had sneaked into his hidden compartment for emergency situations as early as five or six hours ago.
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At this point, everyone fell into silence for a few seconds.
A few seconds later, Brother Jue looked at Jiang Daode and said: "Okay, Mr. Jiang, who is about to become Mr. Feng, I have explained everything that needs to be explained..." He stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.
, "This bet...are you convinced that you have lost?"
"Loose?" Jiang Daode's eyes narrowed and he snorted coldly, "Did I lose?" As he said this, he moved a few steps sideways and began to untie his tie.
"Ah ah ah... what are you doing?" Feng Bujue smiled jokingly and followed him to the more open carpet in the room.
"What do you think?" Jiang Daode moved his neck from side to side.
"Well... considering that the sound insulation effect of your chairman's room is as good as the hidden compartment next door, shouting for help outside the door may not be very effective." Feng Bujue pretended to analyze, "and turned around and ran away...
...Obviously it's not a good idea. With the distance between you and me, if you turn around and open the door, I'm afraid the person will be knocked down before the door is opened..."
Brother Jue licked his lips, frowned and said, "Then... you really don't have many choices." He looked up and down at Jiang Daode who was flexing his limbs and joints. He smiled and said, "Ha... look at your appearance.
He was unbuttoning his collar and cuffs, and doing some meaningless warm-up exercises with a murderous look on his face. Are you trying to fight me?"
"Aren't you going to whip me?" Jiang Daode said, putting on a decent posture, "I want to see who is whipping who..."
"Mr. Jiang, I have to remind you." Feng Bujue said, "I have investigated you in detail... I know that you are a purple belt in karate, and you learned it specifically after you obtained your current status. Me too
On the basis of knowing this matter...the bet proposed."
"Huh... bluffing is just a waste of your own time." Jiang Daode looked ferocious. On the contrary, he raised a bit of momentum. After all, this was a gamble related to his future life. Even if he was dying, it was better than sitting still and waiting for death.
"Mr. Kujo." Feng Bujue smiled noncommittally and turned to look at Kujo. "How long is it until the five-minute time limit...?"
Kujo's peripheral vision was always staring at the embrace in his hands. Almost the moment Brother Jue asked the question, he answered: "Seven seconds...six, five..."
When he said the words "seven seconds", Jiang Daode felt that he had won. In less than seven seconds... what can you do? Even if you are a KGB agent, you may not be able to do it in such a short time.
Can you defeat a mature man with a purple belt in karate within a certain amount of time?
Besides, what Brother Jue said was "a spanking", not "putting him down on the ground" or "punching him a few times and kicking him a few times"; so seven seconds, no matter how much you think about it, is not enough.
However……
At this moment, Feng Bujue's body swayed and disappeared directly from the sight of Jiang Daode and Ouyang Jian.
At this moment, Kujo's eyes changed slightly, but his expression was still cold and calm, and the countdown in his mouth did not stop: "Four, three..."
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Daode's body twisted in an extremely weird posture and slowly fell to his knees.
During this process, a black shadow kept flashing around Jiang Daode's body, and the latter's body continued to make muffled sounds of punches hitting the flesh and crackling sounds of the joints being hit...
"Two, one...time's up." Kujo counted the time.
Feng Bujue's figure also reappeared.
Jiang Daode fell to the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face. His body was twitching slightly. The expression on his face was as if he had picked up a piece of soap in front of some strong men an hour ago.
The shock, fear, pain, and desperation made his face, which had undergone extensive plastic surgery, become extremely distorted.
"Mr. Feng." From this moment on, Kujo's name for "Chiang Daode" changed, "I think you should understand without me having to say... You lost."
"Ke...ka...ah..." A few syllables came out of Mr. Feng's mouth, but he couldn't speak. Even if he could say it now... he wouldn't know what to say.
Kneel down and beg for mercy? That's useless. Mr. Feng knows it best... In front of Gambling Emperor Zhai, no matter who it is or how they plead for mercy, they can't stop them from collecting gambling debts. Even if the winner takes the initiative to say that they no longer need it
Even if the losing party repays, Gambling Emperor Zhai will not terminate the execution of debt collection.
Twenty years ago, when the real Chiang Daode lost his life... he also begged for mercy. But he even broke his head and did not change his ending.
It was the tragic situation of Jiang Daode before his death that made Mr. Feng live uneasy for the past twenty years...
Because deep down in his heart, he still understands that he is still essentially the "gangster Xiao Feng", a professional gambler.
At the age of twenty-five, he had been cheating, kidnapping, petty theft, and going in and out of detention centers all day long. Until one day...he met a young man from South Korea in an underground casino.
That night...his life changed.
The second-generation rich man Jiang Daode was actually a member of Gamblers. But... his gambling skills were not much better than ordinary people. After Xiao Feng won all his money away, Jiang Daode relied on his drinking.
A separate gambling game was proposed and a "gambling monitor" was called.
So, an opportunity was placed in front of Xiao Feng...and he seized it.
Gambling...that's what it is. When Jiang Daode lost his "life", he sobered up. He went from shock, to anger, to fear, to tears...the twisted, abhorrent, and pathetic things in human nature
, pitiful... was vividly shown by the dying man.
After that night, "Hunt Xiao Feng" disappeared. Half a year later, he became the "Chiang Daode" he is now.
In the past twenty years, he used other people's wealth, education, appearance...and his own talents, as well as some less glorious means to create a career. He got everything in his dreams...money, women
, social status, he even thought of getting involved in politics.
It's a pity... all this is still a "dream" after all, a dream that should belong to others.
When he woke up from the dream, he looked back on the past twenty years. A trace of happiness filled his heart... because this dream was long enough and beautiful enough. Even if he had to face death when he woke up,
No more regrets.
"Are you leaving?" After a moment, Jiu Jiao looked at Feng Bujue and asked.
"Yes, I still have something to do." Feng Bujue said. "I will 'store' Jiang Daode's life at Gambling Palace for the time being, okay?"
"Yes. Whenever you want to use it, just contact us." Kujo replied.
"As for this person..." Brother Jue glanced at Mr. Feng on the ground, "How are you going to deal with him?"
"It's not difficult to restore his identity." Kujo replied, "As for the details... Mr. Feng doesn't have to worry about it."
"Haha... I should be able to guess a little bit." Brother Jue responded with a smile, and then said to Ouyang Jian, "Why are you still standing there? Do you want to stay for supper?"
"I'll go..." Ouyang Jian didn't seem to have recovered from the scene just now, "Do you really have super powers?"
"Then what do you think?" Brother Jue asked.
"Of course I thought you were just talking nonsense to me like usual..." Ouyang Jian's voice got louder as he spoke, because the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was a bit outrageous. "Just now I was wondering...are you going to
You tried to make a fool of yourself, and then you took out something like pepper spray or a stun gun... but then you just performed an instant prison kill..."
"Haha... Okay, I'll tell you in detail on the way back." Feng Bujue just smiled. He rarely saw Ouyang complaining like this.
The two of them said that and walked towards the door.
Just before they were about to go out, Kujo suddenly said: "Mr. Feng... before I leave, I want to remind you in my personal capacity..."
"Oh?" Brother Jue turned his head and looked back, "Mr. Kujo, do you have any advice?"
"People like 'us'..." Kujo replied coldly, "It's not that we can't take action against ordinary people, but... before taking action, it's best to think clearly... whether it should be done, and whether it's worth it."
Hearing this, Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds and solemnly replied: "Thank you, Mr. Kutiao, for reminding me. Feng... will definitely keep it in mind." (To be continued...)
