Chapter 51

Song Jianfeng circled the scene once and then left, heading to the hospital to visit his daughter. The crime scene was left to the Second Department of the Provincial Public Security Bureau, who took various photos and collected evidence. Today, all the experts from the criminal investigation department of Jiangdong Province and traffic police experts were present, and they could tell at a glance what had happened, reconstructing the scene with great accuracy.

Song Shuang and her friends were taken to the affiliated hospital of the Medical University. The hospital had already been notified and had cleared out the emergency room for bandaging and treatment. Pengpeng had a cut on her forehead, Ling Zijie had multiple soft tissue contusions, and Song Shuang had several bruises, but none of the injuries were serious.

Zhu Huabiao and Song Jianfeng's cars arrived at the hospital one after another. They had come with minimal entourage to avoid disturbing the public. Upon entering the observation room, Song Jianfeng finally showed his paternal love, stroking his daughter's hair and saying, "Shuang'er, it's okay now, Dad is here."

"Dad, I almost didn't see you again." Song Shuang sobbed, hugging her father's shoulder.

On the other side, Pengpeng was also crying in Zhu Huabiao's arms, and the two girls were crying louder than each other.

Ling Zijie had nowhere to cry, so he took out his phone and handed it to Shen Hongyi, "Officer, I recorded the incident. It will definitely help you solve the case."

"Let me see." Song Jianfeng waved his hand, took the phone, and opened the video. The screen was tilted, showing a black SUV and a white two-door Fukan parked not far away. Several people were fighting, their movements fierce and brutal, unlike a typical street brawl.

Song Shuang and Pengpeng leaned over to watch. They had witnessed the fight firsthand, and revisiting it made them feel fearful again. Song Shuang's breathing became rapid, her heart rate increased, she started sweating, and felt palpitations.

"Shuangshuang, what's wrong? Doctor!" Pengpeng shouted.

The emergency doctor quickly arrived, saw the situation, and had Song Shuang lie down flat, instructing her to breathe slowly. After a while, she returned to normal.

"This is a hyperventilation syndrome, a physiological and psychological reaction caused by extreme anxiety and fear. Rapid breathing leads to low carbon dioxide levels in the body, which can cause muscle spasms if severe," the doctor explained to the family.

"Shuangshuang started having an attack during the fight. Fortunately, Liu Haneast covered her head with a plastic bag to help her," Pengpeng said.

"Liu Haneast?" Song Jianfeng frowned.

"That's him." Ling Zijie pointed to the man in the video. Liu Haneast was pulling a dagger from his shoulder and stabbing a man's abdomen, his eyes fierce and intimidating.

Song Jianfeng handed the phone to Zhu Huabiao, "Huabiao, find this black Land Cruiser. I want to see the car within an hour."

Zhu Huabiao looked at the license plate of the SUV in the video and took out his phone, "This is Zhu Huabiao. Find a black Land Cruiser with the license plate Jiang Abq215. Notify all units in the city to find this car within half an hour!"

At the command of Chief Zhu, the city's traffic police sprang into action. Five minutes later, the information center called back. The license plate corresponded to a black Land Cruiser registered to a construction unit under the provincial transportation department, but the car was on a business trip in Qinghai and could not have been in the city.

"It must be a cloned license plate. Find it, and dig to the bottom!" Zhu Huabiao said fiercely.

This incident involving his daughter and Song Shuang was a good opportunity to improve their relationship. Chief Zhu came over and took out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes, "Damn, this has made me so angry. Director Song, have a cigarette."

Song Jianfeng pointed to the no-smoking sign on the wall, "The hospital is a no-smoking zone."

Zhu Huabiao smiled awkwardly, put away the cigarettes, and said, "Director Song, the security in Jinjiang really needs to be tightened. A young girl driving a car can get into trouble, and the mafia is too rampant."

Song Jianfeng's heart stirred. Perhaps, as Zhu Huabiao said, his daughter had encountered some hooligans, leading to a dispute while driving, which caused the accident and the fight.

"No, they were trying to kill us!" Zhu Pengpeng corrected her father, "As soon as we got in the car, the black car started following us. By the way, we were investigating something at the Water City Hotel today. It must have been them."

"Oh, what was it about?" Song Jianfeng asked.

Pengpeng was not a good speaker, but Ling Zijie, the international best debater, explained the situation succinctly, making Song Jianfeng and Zhu Huabiao understand the whole story.

Song Jianfeng, an experienced police officer, immediately understood what had happened. His daughter was investigating the living conditions of sex workers, and she had inadvertently poked a hornet's nest. The fat, big-headed client was the core of the incident! The leadership of the Water City Hotel and the Wenshui Town Police Station were all implicated.

"Investigate immediately. No matter who is involved, dig to the bottom and show no leniency!" Song Jianfeng said.

Secretary Shen immediately called the Second Department to arrest people at the Water City Hotel!

The Water City Hotel had a strong background, but this time they were in big trouble. Over ten police cars arrived at the hotel, and more than thirty special police officers in black tactical gear with steel helmets and micro machine guns led the way. Then, over ten armed criminal investigators in black vests with "Undercover Police" in bright yellow letters on them entered the hotel.

The hotel's surveillance room was taken over, and the head of security, the front desk manager, the hotel general manager, and all the surveillance footage were taken for investigation. At the same time, the chief, deputy chief, and political instructor of the Wenshui Town Police Station were called to a meeting by the city bureau and were kept for questioning, not returning that night.

In the meeting room of the provincial transportation department, Jiao Shihong finally finished the meeting on party member advancement. He walked out, turned on his phone, and saw over a dozen messages from Xiao Cao, saying that something had gone wrong and several brothers were injured.

"Did you take care of it?" Jiao Shihong called back. He felt a bit uneasy; the person targeting him was stronger than he had imagined.

"We didn't figure out who they were. Brother Jiao, Hu Peng was stabbed in the stomach, and his intestines were spilling out."

Jiao Shihong was troubled, "Alright, I know. I'll transfer 20,000 yuan to your card. Get treated first."

"Thanks, Brother Jiao."

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Liu Haneast's shoulder was bleeding, and his left arm couldn't lift. Blood was flowing down his face, blocking his vision. He drove the car back, but he couldn't go to the hospital. A few minor injuries would cost him thousands of yuan at the hospital, so he decided to treat himself.

Calculating the time, Ma Ling was still on duty, so he didn't want to trouble her. Liu Haneast drove to No. 108 Iron Slag Street, turned off the engine, and got out of the car. The mahjong game in the courtyard was ongoing, and four middle-aged women were used to seeing such scenes. Bao Yumei glanced at him, "Be careful, don't dirty the ground."

Liu Haneast didn't say anything and hurried upstairs, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

Huo Ying, who was lying in the room playing with her phone, saw Liu Haneast return covered in blood and quickly jumped up. She thought for a moment, took out a roll of bandages, iodine, cotton, and a small box of medical instruments, and went upstairs.

Liu Haneast reached the fourth floor, opened the door, and with one hand, rummaged through the drawer for a bottle of purple medicine, a basin, and a hot water bottle.

"Brother Dong, sit down, I'll do it." Huo Ying quickly came in, sat Liu Haneast on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and used a towel to wipe the blood. The wound on his shoulder was deep and still bleeding.

"Damn, this cut is really deep, it hit the bone," Huo Ying said, amazed.

"Nonsense, it's far from the bone," Liu Haneast said.

Huo Ying washed her hands, took a pair of tweezers, and used an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to clean the wound. The alcohol stung, making Liu Haneast wince.

"Afraid of pain? I thought you were invincible, with thick skin and tough flesh," Huo Ying laughed heartlessly.

"There's also a cut on my head," Liu Haneast said.

"I see it." Huo Ying took out a pair of scissors and cut a patch of Liu Haneast's hair, treating the wound, which was clearly a blunt force trauma.

"Brother Dong, your skull is really hard," Huo Ying said.

"If it was an iron rod, my head would have turned into a watermelon," Liu Haneast moved, and the wound on his shoulder started bleeding again.

"I'll stitch it up for you." Huo Ying took out a small iron box.

Since the wound was on his back, Liu Haneast had to let Huo Ying help. He bit a book in his mouth, "Stitch it."

Huo Ying took out a needle and thread, threaded the needle, and started stitching the wound. The needle pierced through the flesh, making Liu Haneast sweat coldly. Huo Ying was extremely focused, almost leaning on Liu Haneast, her tight bra revealing her breasts, and her scent filled the air. Unfortunately, Liu Haneast was too focused on the pain to enjoy it.

After a long time, Huo Ying finally finished, bit the thread to cut it, and said, "Done."

Liu Haneast let out a long breath, the book in his mouth had deep tooth marks. Looking at Huo Ying's medical kit, he cursed, "Damn, you used a sewing needle to stitch my wound."

Huo Ying said nonchalantly, "What's the problem? I didn't use a needle for quilting. When my brother was injured in fights, I always used this needle to stitch him up."

Liu Haneast was speechless.

Huo Ying took a pack of cigarettes from the table, lit two, and handed one to Liu Haneast, "Brother Dong, who stabbed you?"

Liu Haneast said gloomily, "I don't know. I saw a fight on the road and joined in."

Huo Ying laughed, "You like fighting more than my brother. You even help strangers."

Liu Haneast said, "I know them, but they're not friends. They even took my tricycle."

Huo Ying asked curiously, "Then you should have helped the others beat them up."

Liu Haneast said, "I can't stand seeing the weak being bullied. A group of men with knives and guns against two girls, I couldn't just stand by."

Huo Ying gave him a thumbs up, "Brother Dong, you're awesome, principled!"

Liu Haneast threw the car keys to her, "Help me clean the blood in the car. It will be hard to clean if it soaks in."

"Sure thing." Huo Ying took the car keys and went downstairs, using towels, a basin, and even a toothbrush to clean the Fukan. She cleaned the bloodstains thoroughly and then mopped the ground in the courtyard.

"Ms. Bao, what's up with your daughter today? The sun is rising in the west. She's cleaning the house?" a mahjong player asked, surprised. She had known Bao Yumei for decades and had never seen Huo Ying do housework before.

"Maybe she took the wrong medicine, North Wind!" Bao Yumei, the landlord, didn't even turn her head, playing a card.

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