Entering the Police Station

Zheng Hai was already in his thirties, having worked as a Public Security Officer for over a decade. He had solved countless cases, big and small, and was considered highly experienced.

Recently, the serial home invasion murders in Tianhai City had been a major nuisance for them.

For the past few days, they had been working overtime almost every day, all to catch the murderer as soon as possible and restore peace to Tianhai City.

Just after midnight tonight, while working overtime, he suddenly received a message from the dispatcher stating that someone in Tongjiang Residential Complex had reported witnessing a murder, which was suspected to be related to the recent serial home invasion murders.

Upon receiving the news, they dared not delay. Except for a few personnel left on duty, everyone else from the station was dispatched.

And due to the killer's dangerousness, they were equipped not only with standard riot shields and stun batons but also with firearms, ensuring they could capture or neutralize the extremely vicious murderer at the first opportunity.

They quickly assembled, turned off their sirens, and sped towards Tongjiang Residential Complex.

What would have been a thirteen-minute journey was forcefully shortened to ten minutes.

After Lu Siye had knocked for several minutes, not only did he not get an answer from his older brother inside, but he ended up waiting for the Public Security Officers to arrive.

He heard the roar of car engines outside the complex, followed by the screech of brakes.

Lu Siye went to the railing and looked down.

He saw several Duty Vehicles parked below. Over ten Public Security Officers quickly disembarked, holding riot shields in one hand and resting their hands on their waists as they rushed towards his building.

Damn, did he actually call the police?

Lu Siye was startled and quickly ran back to his room. He looked at the living room; the Takeout Ghost from before had vanished, leaving only a large pool of blood and a Black Raincoat on the floor.

Why does the ghost's body dissipate but the blood doesn't?!

Lu Siye was going frantic. He rushed to the balcony, grabbed a mop, and headed for the living room, attempting to clean up the bloodstains.

At that moment, he vaguely heard light footsteps in the hallway, followed by knocking at his door.

"Hello! We're from the residential complex management. Someone complained about you making noise late at night, seriously disturbing others' rest. Please cooperate with us."

Outside the door, a security guard from the complex stood at the entrance. In the hallways on both sides of the door, over a dozen Public Security Officers, led by an experienced captain, pressed their backs tightly against the walls, vigilantly watching the door.

They were now lying in wait outside the murderer's door. They would let the management pretend to mediate the dispute between residents, waiting for him to let his guard down and open the door, then rush in to subdue him.

A few seconds later, Zheng Hai waved at the complex security guard, signaling him to move away.

Zheng Hai approached the door and, raising his sturdy leg, kicked it forcefully.

With a bang, the door sprang open, revealing a young man holding a mop. At his feet lay large bloodstains.

He's trying to destroy the evidence!

Zheng Hai immediately grasped the man's intention. He quickly drew his handgun, released the safety, and aimed in one fluid motion.

"Put down the mop and get down!"

Lu Siye stared blankly at the seven or eight dark gun muzzles in front of him. He wisely dropped the mop and crouched down with his hands on his head.

"Comrades from the Public Security, if I told you this was a misunderstanding, would you believe me?" Lu Siye said sheepishly, keeping his hands on his head.

"We'll talk about it at the station!" Zheng Hai said, quickly handcuffing him with his handcuffs.

Feeling the coldness on his wrists, Lu Siye knew he was truly in deep trouble.

After escorting the suspect away, Zheng Hai squatted down to examine the bloodstains on the floor.

He reached out, dipped a finger in the blood, and brought it to his nose to smell.

Strange, why is there no smell of blood?

He then looked at the raincoat on the floor, which was suspected to have belonged to the victim. He took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, put them on, and reached for it.

Ding~

At that moment, a bell pattern on his police uniform flickered strangely and emitted a clear sound.

Zheng Hai's expression changed. He quickly took out his phone and made a call.

"The bell rang, we found that thing!" he said in a low voice after the call connected.

"Wait for me!" only these two words came from the other end of the line before it was hung up.

A few minutes later, a tall, imposing man dressed in a black trench coat, built like an iron tower, suddenly appeared in the room.

Zheng Hai's pupils contracted. He instinctively reached for the handgun at his waist, but a large hand pressed it down. A chill instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

When did he get here?

"Relax, I'm just here to investigate that thing," the man said, releasing Zheng Hai's handgun. He walked over to the raincoat on his own and picked it up.

As for the bloodstains on the floor, he paid them no mind. After a ghost dies, it usually leaves something behind; some leave blood, some leave eyes, hair, or a specific organ.

"It is indeed that thing." The man felt the strong Yin energy and resentment emanating from the raincoat and the bloodstains on the floor. This was indeed an item used by a ghost.

"Alright, take the person back to the station. Someone will take over later," the man said to Zheng Hai. Then, holding the raincoat, he jumped off the balcony and disappeared into the night.

Zheng Hai, belatedly, put away his gun. Only now did he realize that his back was already drenched in cold sweat without him knowing when.

Zheng Hai quickly adjusted his demeanor, turned, and walked out. He went to the opposite door and knocked.

Soon, the door was opened. A short, stout middle-aged man with a beer belly, a receding hairline, and a pale complexion stood behind the door.

"We are from the Tianhai City Public Security Bureau. We received a police report. May I ask if you were the one who called the police earlier?" Zheng Hai asked, glancing at the man and showing his identification.

"Yes, Comrade Public Security Officer, the screams came from that kid's room just now. You have no idea how tragic they were..."

"Alright, we've apprehended the suspect. Please come down to the station with us; we need to take a statement regarding this matter," Zheng Hai said, cutting off the man who seemed to be rambling on.

"No problem! No problem!" The middle-aged man beamed, nodding eagerly.

Lu Siye was unaware of what happened upstairs after he was taken into the duty vehicle. He had assumed his neighbor had called the police.

However, who reported the incident wasn't important right now. What mattered was how he could explain things clearly.

He was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place, with the public security officers on either side gripping his shoulders and wrists.