Under the night sky.
On a desolate plain outside of Fengtian City, bodies lay scattered in puddles of blood, and the cold autumn breeze cut to the bone.
The howling wind seemed to carry the resentful roars of the corpses strewn on the ground.
Standing amidst the bodies, Chen Miao turned to look behind him and saw, not far off, seven or eight Enforcement Bureau vehicles with flashing lights and blaring sirens had stopped on the nearby road, with roughly thirty people now getting out of the cars and slowly closing in.
"..."
Chen Miao twitched the corners of his mouth as he eyed the scene and began considering whether the police would believe him if he said he hadn't killed anyone and was just a law-abiding citizen who had simply failed to break up the fight.
"Don't be afraid."
Just then, Doctor Gou gave Chen Miao's shoulder a light pat and handed him the blood-stained knife, "We're all acquaintances here; they won't lay a hand on you."
Almost instantly!
The two points that Chen Miao had added to Agility a few days ago came into play as his body quickly retreated backward, and he looked up in shock and disbelief, his voice involuntarily rising as he stared at Doctor Gou, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Has he gone mad?
To think he had come all this way to help out; was this fucking Doctor Gou trying to frame him, to make him take the fall?
Fuck!
This guy, a big shot from three years ago, must have his own connections within the Enforcement Bureau. He could just pull someone in to deal with the Bureau, especially someone like him with an unregistered residence and no background. It couldn't be more perfect.
In that instant, numerous possibilities of Doctor Gou framing him flashed through Chen Miao's mind, and he had already started to consider whether his Thompson Submachine Gun was capable of gunning down all the cops behind him.
As for proving his innocence, it had never even crossed his mind. It was impossible to succeed; throughout history, there was only proof of guilt, never innocence. Those who framed you always knew better how innocent you were than you did.
It wasn't his fault for being paranoid, given that having a murder weapon shoved into your hands right in front of the police was just too damn outrageous!
"..."
Maybe start by finding a capable accountant in prison, kill them to send ahead, and have them specifically handle balancing his account with Yama.
"Here, take this."
With not much time to spare, after confirming that Doctor Gou had no intention of setting him up, he pulled out from his chest the plaque that read 'Little Sunflower Andrology Clinic' and handed it to Doctor Gou, "Before I leave, I brought this for you. I thought that if I had to collect your body, I would use this as your gravestone, to make my life worthwhile."
"You kid."
Doctor Gou looked at Chen Miao with an odd expression as he produced a plaque over a meter long from his chest and suddenly smiled, "This thing of mine isn't a prop, can't be stuffed into a backpack. You've got some other opportunity on you, kid."
"That's good, it actually suits the gunman occupation quite well."
"I was thinking of advising you to change your occupation, but now it seems unnecessary."
"Be careful out there, such trump cards must be kept absolutely secret. As for me, don't worry, I was born tight-lipped."
"There's nothing else to instruct, if we get a chance to meet in Broken Pot City in the future, that's fine. I don't know why, but the more I see you, kid, the more I take to you. Just like me, you're full of boundless passion for the mysteries, daring to gamble with your life, having extra opportunities, and also having a close brother."
"There's just one difference."
"I have parents, and you are an orphan."
"You don't have to worry about anyone looking after your parents when you're gone, so when you gamble with your life you're even more unbridled. It's actually not bad to be an orphan with your character; otherwise, sooner or later, you would experience the sorrow of parents burying their child."
"As for this knife, take it. It's a piece of junk, not for you, it's for those people behind you. They need to bring something back to report, otherwise, their leader's report wouldn't look good."
"With this knife, at least they could write a report about a fierce battle with the felon for three hundred rounds, inflicting serious injuries on the felon, the felon then abandoning the knife and making a far escape, and requesting the issuance of a warrant."
"..."
Chen Miao looked at the knife in Doctor Gou's hands with an odd expression and said distantly, "Just throw it on the ground."
Even if Doctor Gou broke heaven and earth, he didn't want to leave his fingerprints on this murder weapon.
Even if Doctor Gou had no ill will.
But to those behind him, his fingerprints on the murder weapon meant something, it meant that a report of capturing the felon on the spot would look a little better when submitted.