The weapon by the pillow

Chapter 82 The wicked will be punished by the wicked!

Chen Ming squatted down and picked up half of the photo.

The photo was torn in half, leaving only the left half.

The image above shows a woman in profile, wearing an ordinary shirt and trousers, standing at the warehouse entrance, her head slightly turned, seemingly talking to someone next to her.

The woman's face was only partially visible, but Chen Ming recognized her at a glance—

It's Liu Li!

I checked this woman myself. Although she looks older and more tired than in the photo on her household registration, she is definitely Liu Li!

She's not dead! She's really alive! And she's at the logistics park!

In the background of the photo, the warehouse door has a faint, blurry number at the end: ...B-17.

B-17? Is that the warehouse number?

Chen Ming was so excited that his hands were trembling. He wanted to take out his phone to take a picture immediately, but stopped when he touched his dead phone.

"It seems like my luck isn't on my side today!"

He took a deep breath and carefully inspected the inside of the container again, finding a few fresh cigarette butts in the corner; the brand was very ordinary. There were also some messy footprints on the ground, of varying sizes, indicating that at least three or four people had been there.

This place feels like a temporary stop!

What are these people monitoring here? Or what are they waiting for?

Is Liu Li here because she's being held captive, or... is she one of them?

Chen Ming recalled Cheng Tan's analysis: Liu Li was not dead, and she might be related to the mastermind, or even a key figure in the scheme.

If Liu Li is here, then why did this group of people rush to the logistics park? Was it to meet with Liu Li, or... to deal with her?

And that black car without license plates...

Chen Ming carefully tucked half of the photo into his inner pocket, and also put away the miniature gas canister and communication headset.

These are all pieces of evidence.

He had to leave and tell Team Leader Cheng about this discovery.

But how could he get out? There were people lying in wait outside.

Chen Ming walked to the container door, cautiously poked his head out, and observed the situation outside.

This place, like a steel maze, remains very quiet.

He took a deep breath and decided to take a gamble. He chose the opposite direction from where he came in and tiptoed out, trying to use the shadows of the shipping containers to cover himself as much as possible.

This time, luck seemed to be on his side.

He successfully navigated around the abandoned container area without encountering anyone.

Finally, the sun is shining! Ahead is a main road of the logistics park, with frequent traffic.

He blended into the dust kicked up by a large truck that was unloading goods and walked quickly toward one of the exits of the logistics park.

He must leave as soon as possible, find a place with electricity, and contact the outside world.

Just as he was about to walk out of the logistics park gate, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that on the loading and unloading platform of a warehouse diagonally opposite, several people were unloading some long, rectangular objects that were tightly wrapped in black waterproof cloth.

The porters were dressed in uniform dark blue overalls and moved quickly, but they seemed a little nervous and kept looking around.

One of the people's profiles looked somewhat familiar to Chen Ming.

He slowed his pace and squinted to look closely.

The man was about forty years old, with a buzz cut, a square face, and a faint scar on his chin... He looked so familiar!

This... isn't this the tall attacker I just caught at Cheng Tan's apartment this morning?!

Who let him go? What's he doing here? And why is he carrying things?

Chen Ming's heart raced again. He didn't stop, continuing to walk out with his head down, but he memorized the warehouse number out of the corner of his eye: Section C, Warehouse No. 12.

As Chen Ming walked out of the logistics park gate, he hailed a taxi that had just dropped off a passenger.

"Driver, to the Municipal Public Security Bureau, quick!"

The taxi drove away.

Chen Ming leaned back in his seat and looked back.

The massive logistics park appeared unusually silent under the dark clouds, like a lurking beast.

However, the taxi hadn't even left the logistics park when it slowly came to a stop in a side alley.

"Friend, we've arrived at your destination!" the taxi driver in front said coldly.

"What? I'm not... who are you?" Chen Ming then realized that he had encountered an unlicensed taxi.

But it is already late.

Four figures emerged from behind the alley and surrounded the taxi.

With a "bang," the car door was forcefully pulled open, and a man roughly grabbed Chen Ming's arm and dragged him out of the car.

Chen Ming recognized them clearly; they were the same robbers from before.

Before he could even struggle, a large, dark bag came crashing down on him from behind.

Before me was darkness.

He heard a voice, a familiar voice:

"Young man, all you know is how to play petty tricks... In Sister Fang's territory, let's see how I play these dream games with you!"

A dream game? Chen Ming was taken aback.

Could it be that this Sister Fang is mistaking me for Cheng Tan?

This time, it's really bad! Luck seems to be against me!

……

Cheng Tan never imagined that simply exchanging clothes with Chen Ming and having him impersonate her would lead to such a terrible experience for this high-ranking police officer!

At this moment, he was squatting on Chen Ming's bed, wolfing down half a roast chicken.

"The roast chicken at Qianweiju is really delicious! Next time... give me a whole one!"

He brazenly said to Cheng Jing, "Do you have any alcohol... or cola will do too! We have to celebrate!"

"What's there to celebrate? The case hasn't been solved... and we can't get in touch with Chen Ming... old cases and old cases are all a mess, how can we concentrate!" Cheng Jing was in a very low mood.

"Celebrate your escape from this hell! Think about it... your police station giving the case to Yang Hong represents a certain attitude! It's much more comfortable than you being in there doing things against your conscience while trying to please everyone!" He tore off a chicken wing and handed it to Cheng Jing.

"Eat this wing... and below lies your free sky, where birds can fly freely and fish can leap about. Spicy Sister, you can do whatever you want! You'll never have to pay attention to that wretched demon Yang Hong again!"

"I'm still not happy!" Cheng Jing took the chicken wing and took a big bite. "She doesn't represent the department's attitude!"

"Let her run wild for a few days then. The wicked will be punished by the wicked!" Cheng Tan said nonchalantly. "Our biggest task now is to eat and drink our fill, and sleep soundly..."

"Sleep my ass! ...Still sleeping!" Cheng Jing angrily tossed the chicken wing aside and said fiercely, "Cheng Tan, I'm a police officer. Whether I'm suspended or not, I have to follow up on this case. I despise your kind of irresponsible attitude the most!"

"What's with this cynicism! Can't you let me finish what I have to say!" Cheng Tan snapped angrily.

"Just now, the more I thought about it, the more suspicious things seemed! I want to recover as soon as possible... Tonight, I want to make a comeback and retrace the steps I took last night, step by step!" He became serious, handing Cheng Jing half a glass of cola. "Tonight might be a den of dragons and tigers. Are you brave enough to come with me?"

Cheng Jing's eyes flashed. "You mean, you want to go back to Anpingli!"