In the corridor of the private restaurant, Peng Yang came back from the bathroom, frowning and thinking all the way. When he reached the door of the private room, he was about to turn the handle, but the door opened first. Someone came out, passed him by, and called him with a smile.
Say "Mr. Peng".
Peng Yang said "Uh" and was carried by this man's shoulders. He stumbled slightly and subconsciously turned around, only to see his back going to the bathroom. He didn't pay much attention and entered the warm private room where people were chatting properly.
I was so happy that few people noticed his return.
In the box, Ang Tun, who is also the deputy director of the High Energy Center, is far more open-minded than him. He is a little drunk at this time, patting his big belly and laughing. Beside Ang Tun, Jumu Consortium East 725th District
Pukang, the vice president of the branch, was even fatter than Angtun. He was also drunk and swaying with laughter. The two of them were next to each other, as if they were brothers.
The white-haired deputy director of the Intelligent Management Center, Dibloon, chatted with Liu Xuezhi, who was also about to retire, about the night fishing spots and how it was rare to find peace and quiet, but he was also very adaptable to the noise in the box.
The few remaining wine and dinner companions were busy greeting them, but Peng Yang didn't even bother to remember their names.
This is the follow-up to the deputies’ dinner party before the three-way manhunt by the Jumu Consortium, the Intelligent Management Center, and the Internal Affairs Bureau. This time Peng Yang learned his lesson and invited Ang Tun, who has more power in the subdivision center. As expected, many things were explained more clearly.
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The scene of "people are more likely to die than others" is really uncomfortable, but if you want to take the "easy and worry-free" route, you must have this awareness.
It was a rare moment to be alone at the wine table, but Peng Yang was still very happy.
Glancing at Dibloon on the throne, Peng Yang felt that it was better not to tell the veteran deputy director about the sight of Fengji. Fengji was the brother-in-law of General Kang Heng, so talking about it was similar to Peng Yang's.
Yang is also related to him. He has a lower position in the Intelligent Management Center but has a special influence. If he takes the initiative to come over and say courtesy, everyone will be happy; but if he just wears a stiff dress and doesn't know, Peng Yang will talk about it here, and Di Buron and others will follow.
It's not comfortable to be alone, isn't it?
At this time, Peng Yang couldn't help complaining in his heart: That guy Feng Ji is really clueless. He kept asking who he was drinking with and why, but he couldn't get the answer right afterward. He was also a talker himself, so he did it to himself.
Embarrassed.
During the internal conflict, Peng Yang suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Someone just went out, who is it?
The room was full, and there was no empty seat. However, he felt warmth under his buttocks, as if he had just left the table. The problem was that he had been chatting with Fengji for quite some time outside the bathroom...
So Peng Yang asked casually: "Who came just now?"
The people chatting at the table turned their heads one after another, but they all looked strange.
"Which one are you talking about?" Ang Tun, whose face was red, squinted his eyes and looked over, his words not matching his words.
"Who did Mr. Peng see at the door?" Liu Xuezhi thought of a more appropriate explanation for Peng Yang.
Peng Yang asked again in shock: "Didn't someone open the door and go out just now?"
As he spoke, he felt a little dazed. He was not sure if he had drank too much. There was a little wind blowing outside... There was no wind in the corridor!
Dibulon frowned and looked at his subordinate sitting at the end of the table. The latter understood and said hurriedly: "President Peng went out before, and no one came in."
After hearing this, Dibulon smiled and said: "Maybe he passed through our door..."
"He even called me Mr. Peng." Peng Yang remembered more details, and the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous and weird he felt.
Pukang from Jumu Consortium laughed: "There are many people who know Mr. Peng from East 725th District."
"I didn't see his face clearly." Peng Yang also felt that he was getting drunk and couldn't speak fluently, "I, I met Feng Ji in the foyer..."
"Xiao Feng?" Dibloon still couldn't catch Peng Yang's point, but his attention was drawn away, "He will also be there tonight."
After telling what he had been struggling with before, Peng Yang's mind became more confused instead of clearing up. He glanced at the faces of the people present, wondering if they were playing a boring joke on him.
Just as he was about to say more, a woman's scream came from the distance outside the door.
Several people in the room were shocked, but the deputy bureaus, deputy directors, and deputy managers did not move. They just listened for a moment. Seeing that the commotion was not over, Dibloon winked at Xiao Wang at the door, who immediately went out.
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Within half a minute, Xiao Wang came back. He pushed the door a little too hard and even took off his hand. The box door hit the side wall with a "clang" sound.
Xiao Wang couldn't care about this, his face was pale, his pupils were out of focus, and he didn't know who he was talking to:
"Feng, Fengji, something happened."
It was also driven by good daily habits. He knew that reporting work should be meaningful, so Xiao Wang subconsciously described the key points:
"Cut off your head!"
There was silence in the box. After all, Angtun had drunk too much. His mind went wrong and he asked vaguely: "Which Fengji... uh, head?"
Angtun completely sobered up, while Dibulon, who was sitting at the head of the table, took a deep breath, stood up, and seemed to respond, but emphasized: "He is the brother-in-law of General Kang Heng."
At this time, no one could sit still anymore and stood up one after another, with the same thought running through their minds:
Things are getting serious!
Dibloon gritted his teeth and told Xiao Wang in a deep voice: "Seal this floor and no one is allowed to enter or leave... Bureau Liu?"
Liu Xuezhi understood. He was from the Internal Affairs Bureau, so he would do this kind of thing: "I will notify someone to come over immediately."
Say that and make the call.
"Go and have a look!" Dibulon was the oldest and the leader of the Intelligent Management Center where Fengji was located. He had no reason to retreat. He stood up and led a group of people over.
Their private room was actually only ten meters away from the scene of the incident. After pushing aside a few stunned waiters and peeping guests, they arrived at the private room where the incident occurred. The owner of Private Kitchen was there tonight, and he arrived not long ago.
They were toasting over there, but at this moment they were frozen at the door of the box, completely unaware of the large group of people approaching.
Dibloon pulled him away, looked inside the box, and was stunned on the spot.
Liu Xuezhi walked up to him, his eyes were froze for a moment, and then he made a vague sound that sounded like inhaling or sighing.
Peng Yang and others also came up and saw three headless bodies in the box, sitting at the table, sitting on their respective seats. The wounds separating the heads and necks were particularly flush, and there was no blood splattering... just gurgling like a stream.
Come down and stain the remains of your body.
These three bodies clearly still maintain the sitting posture before being beheaded, and even a bit of logic can be seen: the one at the top sits casually; the one on the left has a very upright and tight posture; the one on the right raises his hands and turns sideways,
It's a bit exaggerated, it seems to be an introduction, and it also seems to enliven the atmosphere.
Then their postures were frozen at this moment.
As for the three severed heads, they were placed squarely on the turntable on the dining table, facing each other, and they rotated silently as the motor drove them.
The face on the head is highly distorted, as if confused, fearful, and painful, all mixed together. It is not rigid, but seems to be changing a little bit, evolving towards a more desperate look.
Peng Yang, who was leaning behind Dibu Long's shoulder, held his breath. Before he could catch his breath, Fengji's face happened to turn around and was pointing at the door. His dilated and empty pupils seemed to be pointing at him, and there was even a little bit at the corner of his lips.
A deformed smile that has not completely faded away.
Grass!
Peng Yang instinctively retreated, but his feet tripped and he fell backwards like a wooden stake. As a result, he hit Pukang's fat body.