Not long after, Uncle Park and Uncle Ji returned to the office together, plopping down on the sofa.
“We’ve investigated it clearly.”
“What’s the situation now, Uncle Park? When can we go back?”
Wuming asked him with a bit of anxiety.
“Don’t rush, Wuming.”
Uncle Park waved his hand, casually lighting a cigarette, and placed the photos he had just taken at the scene on the table for Wuming and the others to see.
He explained while showing them.
“That murderous officer is a newcomer who just joined recently. It seems the entire Other Race Bureau needs a thorough investigation; I’m afraid he’s not the only one.”
If there’s one, there must be more—this was something that had to be taken seriously. Heaven knows how many more there were.
Uncle Park had already started internal reviews; no one was going home tonight.
“As for that blood clan member who was shot, the doctor says he might not make it.”
“That means…”
“That means—” Uncle Park sighed, “the trail is cut off. We can’t know what valuable clues he could have provided anymore.”
“…”
This news was undoubtedly a big blow to them; after all, he was the first one they’d gotten to this level.
“Miss Serena.”
Uncle Ji took a piece of paper and handed it to her.
“Please write down the addresses of those black household gatherings you know. It might be useless, but it’s better than nothing.”
“Oh…”
While Serena was writing the addresses, Uncle Park passed a photo over to Wuming.
“This is what I found at the scene. I don’t know if you have any ideas, Wuming.”
“…”
Wuming took the photo and examined it carefully. The photo showed a pool of blood; Wuming noticed that in a nearby spot not stained with blood, a letter was written in blood.
“n?”
Wuming let out a puzzled sound.
nm?
It kind of fit the situation.
“You think so too? This is an n.”
Uncle Park was a bit unsure, so he asked him, wondering if as a young person, he had any other ideas he hadn’t thought of.
“I don’t know what leaving this letter means. Maybe it’s to confuse us.”
“What do you think, Wuming? Is this clue useful?”
“…” Wuming pondered.
Recalling the guy’s excited appearance before death, firmly believing someone would come to bail him out, only to find they came to kill him.
He must have been unwilling, must have thought of betrayal. With betrayal comes revenge.
Then let the entire galaxy burn!
Wuming thought of a certain rebellious son.
Sorry, off topic.
If he wanted revenge, he would definitely convey useful information.
And this “n” was probably it.
“Maybe it is. We can start from this. After all, we’ve gotten some information before, right?”
“Lawyer, and company…”
“And that person’s outfit is also a very important piece of information.”
Wuming threw out everything he knew; every bit helped.
After all, this was for his and Serena’s safety.
“…” Uncle Park stroked his chin, contemplating Wuming’s words.
“Then let’s start from these aspects. First, focus on screening companies starting with ‘n.’ We’ll go with that for now.”
“If we can set up a special investigation team, it would probably be better…”
Uncle Park muttered softly.
At this point, there was basically nothing more for Wuming; the rest could be left to Uncle Park and the others.
Wuming just wanted to leave quickly now.
“Uncle Park, can we leave now?”
Serena had also finished writing the list and handed it to Uncle Ji, looking curiously at the two elders as well.
“Hm…”
Uncle Park and the others also wanted Wuming and Serena to leave the Other Race Bureau, but the current situation… probably wouldn’t make it that easy to leave.
They didn’t know if anyone else was hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity, targeting Wuming.
“Let Wuming and them go through the back door. Have Judy escort them home.”
Uncle Ji suggested letting Wuming and them leave from the back door; after all, the front entrance had mixed crowds and many eyes.
It was better to take them directly to the underground parking to leave.
“Good, I’ll call Judy to prepare now.”
Uncle Park agreed with this proposal, then looked at Wuming with a face full of worry.
“I’m really sorry this time, Brother Wuming, for getting you into danger. With your mom not here, I should have protected you.”
“…” Wuming didn’t want to hear his apology now; he just wanted to leave quickly.
“Moreover… good thing we didn’t force Miss Serena to stay here. If we had, probably…”
Uncle Ji somewhat regretted speaking so confidently back then, resulting in this mess. Now the entire Other Race Bureau was unsafe.
“The reward will still be given to you, Brother Wuming, but it’ll take some days.”
“Good, thank you, Uncle Park.”
“It’s us who should thank you.”
Soon, Judy arrived in the office to report. Upon learning she was to escort Wuming and them out of here, she gladly accepted the order.
But before that, she still needed to prepare.
Take off the uniform, change into everyday clothes, hide the gun well—that was what Judy had to do.
“Make sure to get them back safely.”
“Understood, Chief Park.”
After saluting, Judy led them down the emergency stairs, to the back door of the Other Race Bureau, then down to the underground parking lot from the back door.
Wuming couldn’t ride in a police car; otherwise, if enthusiastic Chaoyang masses took photos and posted online, there’d be public opinion again. So they had to take Judy’s private car back.
“…”
“…”
“…”
The car drove on the road, the three of them silent.
“You’re called Wuming… right?”
As if to ease the silence in the car, Judy spoke up to ask Wuming.
“…That’s right.”
“You and Chief Park… what’s your relationship? How did he let you participate in the interrogation?”
Judy couldn’t help but be curious about Wuming’s relationship with Park Guochang and the others. Although the interrogation room had proven Wuming’s ability, she still didn’t know who Wuming was.
“Me… just an acquaintance.”
Wuming said ambiguously.
“Every year I come to the Other Race Bureau for psychological counseling. Haven’t you attended?”
Speaking of this, Judy seemed to have some impression.
“My colleague mentioned that the psychologist is really good. So he was talking about you, Doctor Wuming.”
Judy’s tone carried some surprise.
“I wouldn’t dare claim that.”
What best doctor—Wuming wouldn’t dare; he was just good at listening to patients, nothing big.
But hearing Judy say that, Wuming felt a little proud inside.
Under Wuming’s directions, Judy dropped them off at home.
“Then I’ll take my leave, Doctor Wuming.”
“Thank you for today.”
“Be safe on the road, Officer Judy.” Wuming smiled and waved goodbye to Judy, then opened the shutter door and returned to the second floor with Serena.
“”Hah—~””
Once home, Wuming and Serena collapsed on the sofa together, looking completely exhausted.
“So tired…”
“My heart is still pounding…”
At this moment, Wuming still had lingering fear, his heart thumping nonstop, not yet recovered.
“Wuming, help me get a blood bag, okay~”
Serena looked post-incident lazy, wanting a blood bag but unable to move, so she wanted Wuming to get it for her.
“Get it yourself. I don’t want to move at all right now.”
Wuming lay on the sofa, just like Serena, not wanting to move a step.
“Just help me get it. I saved you today; what’s wrong with helping me get it.”
Serena tried to “coerce” him with that; Wuming helplessly rolled his eyes at her.
“As if I haven’t saved you…”
Then Wuming stood up, stretched his waist, and still went to get a blood bag for Serena.
It hadn’t been many days, but the bought blood bags were already half used…
Serena drank too much, right?!
Wuming silently complained in his heart, then brought the blood bag to Serena.
“Help me tear it open.” Serena said lazily.
“…” A “#” appeared on Wuming’s forehead.
“Do I need to feed you mouthful by mouthful too, young miss?” he asked sarcastically, but Serena didn’t mind at all.
“It’s not impossible.”
Serena said with her eyes closed, getting even more demanding.
“…”
Another “#” appeared on Wuming’s forehead.
Am I spoiling you now?!
Then, Wuming pressed the ice-cold blood bag against Serena’s cute face; the unprepared Serena jumped up in shock from the cold!
“So cold!!!”
“What are you doing, Wuming!!!”
Serena looked full of complaint.
“Don’t act like a young miss. Do it yourself.”
Wuming tossed the blood bag to Serena, then sat back on the sofa, completely ignoring Serena’s resentful expression.
“You really don’t know how to please girls, Wuming.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” Wuming said lazily, too lazy to refute her.
I’m not a simp or anything; why should I help her with that? It’s not like she’s disabled without hands or feet.
Then Wuming started scrolling his phone.
Mom was probably still out at night, so Wuming didn’t plan to disturb her and say goodnight. Better to check what was posted in the lewd group and continue lurking.
He couldn’t let Serena know about this.
So when checking group messages, Wuming intentionally avoided Serena’s gaze, so she wouldn’t notice what he was looking at.
To prevent her from overthinking again.
I’m just looking at artists’ art!
Just as Wuming was getting into it, he saw a message from Crosti.
Besides asking about their morning situation, upon hearing Wuming and them were back, Crosti immediately messaged saying she’d come over to play in the afternoon.
Didn’t she say the day after tomorrow? Looks like they didn’t have enough fun yesterday and now coming again.
Looks like Crosti and Serena both found a good playmate. Pretty nice…
Wuming’s gaze turned to Serena drinking the blood bag.
“Why are you looking at me like that…?”
Seeing Wuming smile meaninglessly at her, Serena looked at Wuming puzzled, wondering what was up.
“Nothing, just… Crosti messaged saying she’s coming over to play with you this afternoon, Serena.”
“Crosti?!”
Wuming saw her show a happy expression.
“That means I can play to my heart’s content with her today!? Yay—!”
This was exactly what Wuming wanted to see.
It seems he didn’t need to worry too much about Serena anymore…