Hide and seek, drink water to death, nightmare to death.
In the office, Tang Biao recalled the deaths that had occurred in the detention center and thought about how to be creative and make Huzi's death more bizarre and absurd.
A prisoner in custody committed suicide by stabbing himself twenty-one times in a row. Tang Biao felt chills when he thought of the recent incident that was widely questioned by the public.
To stab others to death and stab them twenty-one times is considered extremely evil. To commit suicide by stabbing yourself twenty-one times is not a human being, but a devil.
Who believes it?
It simply insults the people's intelligence.
I can't do it so clumsily to prevent hidden dangers.
Tang Biao was leaning on the executive chair, smoking a cigarette, frowning and thinking. He lit up the cigarette one by one. He just leaned over to put out the cigarette butt when the landline phone on his desk rang, the intercom phone.
"Come to my office." Li Changhe's dignified voice came over the phone. It was tepid and there was no sign of it.
"Okay Director Li, I'll be there soon." Halfway through Tang Biao's words, a beeping hang-up sound came from the receiver. He pressed the phone and couldn't help cursing.
Two minutes later, Tang Biao walked into Li Changhe's office and asked: "Director Li, do you have anything to do with me?"
Li Changhe glanced at Tang Biao coldly and continued to approve documents. A trace of dissatisfaction appeared in Tang Biao's eyes, and he stood in front of his desk. Time passed by, and Tang Laosan was holding back a lot of evil fire, but he could not vent it.
"Is this your masterpiece?" Li Changhe finally put down his pen, opened the folder, held the transcript of Hu Zi's interrogation with his thumb and index finger on his right hand like a piece of paper, and threw it to Tang Biao.
Tang Biao turned over a few pages unhappily, nodded and said, "I did it. If there are any shortcomings, please correct me, Bureau Li."
"I think this is definitely not Zhen Xiaohu's confession. Do you plan to deal with Zhen Xiaohu next?" Li Changhe asked with a stern face.
Tang Biaozi was speechless after showing his dissatisfaction with Li Changhe. He really had to do this and kill him first and then report it later. At that time, Li Changhe must try his best to cover it up for him, otherwise he would suffer both losses.
"I don't have a problem with you kid wanting to get thundered, but please don't implicate me, don't implicate the entire city bureau. Don't you know what the current situation is?" Li Changhe patted the table and stood up.
"Director Li, I am here to share the worries of Mayor Wang." Tang Biao, who was also unable to suppress his anger, broke out, revealing his unruly nature. This guy never regarded himself as Li Changhe's subordinate, but regarded himself as Wang Yiming's confidant.
The prince's confidant.
"Are you sharing the worries of Mayor Wang?" Li Changhe looked at his prickly head and laughed angrily. He also wanted to say that the landline on the desk rang at an inappropriate time, the number of the mayor's office.
Li Changhe suppressed his anger and answered the phone.
"Old Li, let's read what Tang Biao gave you. I guess you must have some opinions, but when it comes to cracking down on the scum that endangers society, we are no better than women. We handle special cases and use extraordinary means.
You and Tang Biao just go ahead and do it. If something happens, I will take care of it for you." Wang Yiming expressed his position euphemistically on the phone.
Li Changhe was stunned.
The implication of Mayor Wang's words is very obvious.
Tang Biao glanced at the phone number displayed on the landline, then looked at Li Changhe whose expression changed, and smiled proudly. When Li Changhe pressed down the phone, he deliberately pretended to ask: "Director Li, you look so ugly, could it be that I am so bad?
Is your temper really making you angry?"
"You go about your business, I'll be quiet for a while." Li Changhe waved his order to expel the guests. Tang Biao nodded with an evil smile, turned around, and walked out of the director's office in a swagger.
With an ugly face, Li Changhe slowly sat down, lit a cigarette, and smoked absentmindedly. He wanted to call back and have a good talk with Mayor Wang. He raised the phone several times, but he never pressed the call back button.
If his official career is too smooth and he has someone to take care of him, Mayor Wang's character flaws have long been present, such as being stubborn and arbitrary. If things continue like this, Mayor Wang may not be able to get into trouble.
As for himself... Li Changhe frowned and thought, realizing the potential crisis, but the crisis was coming far faster than he imagined. That night, a video of Tang Biao beating stones and torturing Hu Zi appeared on the Internet.
Tang Biao was playing with a pushchair on the big bed of the Shangri-La Hotel with a Russian car model. He was disturbed by the ringtone of his mobile phone at the critical moment. He simply pushed and listened to the call. When he learned how serious the situation was, he was shocked and immediately contacted the city bureau's network supervision team.
person in charge.
The video appeared on several major portals and was not under the jurisdiction of the Xijing Municipal Bureau, not to mention that the Xijing Municipal Bureau’s signboard could not scare these major portals at all.
The network surveillance team was helpless.
Several major websites broke the news at the same time, which is a bit fishy. Moreover, Tang Biao beat stones and tortured Hu Zi, all in a room without cameras. How could it be filmed?
Someone is up to something.
Tang Biao was shocked and angry. In desperation, he thought of Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou was the second-ranking figure in the Ministry of Public Security. He had great hands and eyes. It should be easy to solve this mess.
What made Tang Biao speechless was that Mr. Zhou's mobile phone was turned off and he only got through it in the morning. However, Mr. Zhou brought Tang Biao a huge piece of bad news.
The ministry held a meeting overnight and decided to investigate the matter thoroughly. The investigation team set out this morning and had almost boarded the plane. Tang Biao was confused and could not believe that the situation had deteriorated so quickly.
The call ends.
The frustrated Tang Biao went straight to the government building to find the big boss... Wang Yiming.
Wang Yiming was working out, and the spacious and bright gym was empty. Everyone in the building knew that Mayor Wang was used to working out at this point, and no one dared to disturb him.
Beside the treadmill, Tang Biao lowered his head anxiously.
On the treadmill, Wang Yiming was walking as fast as he could, sweating like rain. From time to time, he pulled off the white towel around his neck and wiped the sweat from his face.
Due to long-term persistence in exercising, Wang Yiming, who is in his forties, not only does not have a "fat belly", but also has strong tendon muscles. In addition, his face is young, handsome and full of charm. Some of the little girls working in the building admire him to death, and countless
Weibo fans called him the most handsome mayor.
The LCD screen on the front of the treadmill showed that he had run three thousand meters. Wang Yiming stopped, wiped his sweat and walked to the rest area. He picked up the Evian mineral water on the coffee table, unscrewed the cap, and drank more than half of the bottle in one breath.
Tang Biao came over anxiously and wanted to talk.
Wang Yiming waved his hand, indicating that Tang Biao didn't need to say more. He poured a few drops of mineral water on the coffee table, bent down, dipped his right index finger in the water, and wrote four words.
A strong man cuts off his wrist.
"Biaozi, do you understand what I mean?" Wang Yiming turned to Tang Biao and asked.
Tang Biao stared at the writing on the coffee table, thought for a while, and nodded slowly, showing a little sadness.
"Biaozi, you will always be mine, I am just wronging you for the time being." Wang Yiming patted Tang Biao on the shoulder, which was meaningful. The incident happened too suddenly, and the only way to save the car was to lose the pawn.
Died, Tang Biao.
Che, Li Changhe.
A few days later, the government announced the results of the torture-extracted confession incident: Tang Biao, who had taken all the blame, was double-crossed, and the arrogant lieutenant colonel director of the city bureau's security department suddenly became an ordinary citizen and faced criminal liability.
Public Security Bureau Chief Li Changhe, who was jointly and severally responsible, was given a major administrative demerit.
