Chapter 853: I Haven’t Left My Last Words Yet_2

Chapter 853 -707: I Haven’t Left My Last Words Yet_2

Li Shang put away the gun, took the wet wipes, and wiped his hands hurriedly. Inside, he felt a surge of turmoil, far from the calm demeanor he displayed on the outside.

He looked at Feng Mu and said in a deep voice:

“Two people from the Mobility Department are dead, the matter has really blown up now. Feng Mu, what do we do next… Do you have a plan?”

Feng Mu nonchalantly spread his hands in response:

“What Mobility Department? Captain Li, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Didn’t I say they were fake, imposters? Do you not believe me?”

Li Shang: “…”

Looking at Feng Mu’s sincere demeanor, Li Shang was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond.

Seeing Li Shang’s expression of disbelief, Feng Mu stopped playing games.

He reached up and took out an extremely tiny earpiece from his ear, casually tossing it onto the desk, making a light “tap” sound.

Almost simultaneously, the office door was pushed open again, and Liu Yi strode in holding two cell phones.

He first nodded slightly to Feng Mu and then turned his gaze towards Li Shang.

Feng Mu nodded towards Liu Yi:

“Explain to Captain Li what’s going on with those two people.”

Liu Yi understood, handed the two phones to Li Shang, and briefly reported:

“Captain Li, we’ve cracked and analyzed all the information within these two phones, and we can basically confirm that these two people’s direct superior is indeed Du Changle.”

Li Shang took the phones, and before he had a chance to examine them closely, he looked up sharply and said:

“Du Changle? I know this person, isn’t he also Mr. Wang’s trusted aide? How could he…”

Feng Mu timely took over the conversation, his tone becoming a bit somber:

“That’s right, so earlier when that person said we’re all working for the Member of Parliament, we’re like family, they weren’t completely lying, but…”

Feng Mu paused and said thoughtfully:

“But Captain Li, you should also understand, even among family, when on the same boat, not everyone shares the same heart.

Sometimes, it’s the knife from behind that is deadliest.”

Feng Mu spoke from the heart, but what reached Li Shang’s ears was naturally interpreted in another way.

Li Shang murmured to himself:

“Understood, it’s a power struggle among the legislator’s subordinates.”

Feng Mu patted Li Shang on the shoulder again and said:

“Du Changle has ulterior motives, always secretly coveting the warden position at the Second Prison, but he is good at disguising himself. Madam Li isn’t willing to completely tear faces with him, but unexpectedly, he’s set his sights on me.”

Li Shang listened and nodded repeatedly, finally understanding some important insider information and secrets.

Feng Mu saw Li Shang’s expression, knew the other party had completed the “logical loop,” and then added:

“Captain Li, you know me, I’m someone who treats friends with sincerity and hates intrigue. So I don’t want to hide these secrets from you.

Coming up, Mr. Wang and other Members of Parliament may fight fiercely, and it’s likely within Mr. Wang’s own people there will be deadly battles.

Honestly, Madam Li isn’t sure she will win, and my situation is dangerous, too, so if you don’t want to get involved, I understand.

Just consider those two people killed by me, unrelated to you. When you leave Second Prison, just bury everything you’ve seen and heard today, pretend it never happened…”

Li Shang listened to Feng Mu’s genuinely concerned words, looked at the cleaned-up traces on the ground, and felt a surge of frustration blocking his chest, unable to swallow or spit it out: “…”

What’s the use of saying these things now?!

They’re already dead, how can it be unrelated to me?

Who knows if there are surveillance cameras hidden in this office?

Needless to say, the detective’s intuition is accurate.

In inconspicuous corners, inside lamps, and gaps in bookshelves, there were 13 pinhole cameras, which from various angles clearly captured Li Shang’s decisive shots.

Li Shang shook his head, firmly saying:

“What are you talking about? We’re friends. If you’re in danger, I should help you, just as if I’m in danger, you’d surely help me, right?”

His words were powerful, his gaze firm and undeniable.

He absolutely needed to help Feng Mu!

On one hand, Feng Mu was his “good friend,” if he didn’t help his good friend, wouldn’t the killings be in vain?

On the other hand, it was Li Shang’s confident judgment based on existing information—Madam Li will win, Du Changle doesn’t have what it takes to fight Madam Li.

The man is somewhat unaware of his own worth, doesn’t he know Madam Li sleeps in the same bed with Mr. Wang, and Qian Huan even openly calls Mr. Wang “Dad”?

Meanwhile, Chang Erbing followed closely behind several White Mask guards along a cold corridor, his mind still a chaotic mess.

One moment it was Zhao Lu’s throat being crushed with a crisp snap, another it was the decisive gunshots from Li Shang, but mostly it was Feng Mu’s always smiling face.

Li Shang had him help with body disposal, he understood the meaning in his words.

He indeed held onto this motive, attempting to find some occupational dignity through perhaps rough cleaning work, to prove he wasn’t completely useless.

However, when he truly witnessed the subsequent operations of the Second Prison guards, any remaining dignity vanished entirely.

He watched as the guards took out special solvents he had never seen, the bottle had a fox-like logo.

Then they sprayed it on the barely dried dark red bloodstains, which along with the infiltrating brick texture, faded and disappeared visibly.

Next, a strangely shaped ultraviolet irradiation device was activated, the bluish light sweeping the ground and walls, stimulating and clearing invisible skin fragments and airborne microparticulates.

This wasn’t the end. Another guard brought out a device resembling a geological survey detector, the tip blinking weakly with red light, scanning the floor inch by inch to ensure no trace of blood or biological tissue remained.

Chang Erbing opened his mouth for a moment, his throat dry, but wisely kept it closed.

He couldn’t guide at all; on the contrary, he was the one needing to stand aside, humbly observing and even secretly learning from them.

An indescribable absurdity and frustration seized him.

Chang Erbing muttered to himself:

“This method is more professional than our Patrol Office’s field investigation team…”

Actually, it wasn’t so bad until there, what truly shocked Chang Erbing was the massive, heavy industrial incinerator with a thick furnace door and control panel!

The contraption stood silently in the corner, reflecting cold light off its metal shell, the feed opening a dark hole, waiting to consume everything.

The furnace connected to a large exhaust duct, extending upwards into the ceiling.

Why on earth does a prison have such a thing?!

Chang Erbing’s mind went blank; this completely surpassed his understanding of prison facilities.

So do other prisons also have incinerators?

Chang Erbing hadn’t visited other prisons, so he couldn’t confirm.

“Am I overreacting, ignorant?” Chang Erbing inwardly protested. ℯℯ𝘭.

And as he was silently shocked, the two bodies were placed on a cold dissection table before being pushed into the incinerator.

Then a guard of moderate build also wearing a mask stepped forward, holding a row of fine custom long needles between his fingers.

Chang Erbing held his breath, watching intently.

He saw the guard lean down, fingers gently pressing on Zhao Lu’s jaw, temple, and hairline, movements as gentle as caresses.

Accompanied by an extremely faint “tzzz” sound, Zhao Lu’s facial skin was intact, peeled off like a mask from the muscle.

The process was exceptionally clean and efficient, without the expected grisly scene, just a layer of white film.

Soon, two complete human skin masks were perfectly removed from the faces of the two bodies, as thin as cicada wings, vaguely retaining the features of the deceased.

The masks were carefully soaked in a special solution already prepared beside them, undergoing softening and shaping treatment.

Peeling faces?!

What are they planning to do?

Also, the technique used is so professional!

Chang Erbing was amazed. You know, the two forensic doctors from Second Prison had already been temporarily transferred to the Patrol Office.

“Who is this person? With such skill, being a prison guard is a waste of talent!”