The Steamed Buns from Back Then Were So Good
Faced with the novel video evidence, Luo Shibin had no way to argue. He felt there was no point trying to deny it, so he confessed without much resistance.
Still, Luo Shibin couldn't understand why the Xijiu City police had obtained such clear video footage. It made no sense to him.
Even though he'd lived in Guangzhou-Shenzhen City for so long and knew all kinds of eavesdropping and surveillance methods, Luo Shibin couldn't figure out when the police had installed the listening devices—or how they'd gotten such advanced equipment.
The scene of him talking with Shui Ziliu that had appeared on the interrogation-room television had been so clear it astonished him. Even the South didn't have that kind of technology.
And there had been a camera in that hospital room. Who had installed it? He'd inspected the place carefully.
After getting his hands on enough money, Luo Shibin had been fawned over by so many officials in Guangzhou-Shenzhen City that he'd felt on top of the world. Only now did it finally dawn on him: when officials wanted him to invest, they could humble themselves before him. But when they didn't need him, they could crush him with a flick of a finger.
So when Shui Ziliu came to the Xijiu City Public Security Bureau with a lawyer and saw Luo Shibin, he learned that Luo Shibin had already confessed. He knew then that Luo Shibin might be finished this time.
Shui Ziliu knew that neither he nor Luo Shibin had any clout in Xijiu City. So he used his connection with Yao Lisong to try to arrange a meeting with Zhou Bing Yi, hoping Zhou Bing Yi could mediate.
As Shui Ziliu saw it, if Zhou Bing Yi, as the