"Wen Hua was my nephew. He died years ago. Why are you bringing him up?" Wen Xiaoyi replied expressionlessly.
"Died? Isn't he alive and well right now, living under the identity of 'Guo Zikun'?"
With that single remark, Bi Wensheng revealed the final answer to the mystery, exposing a bizarre, convoluted case of "returning from the dead in another man's body" before all the Party Committee Members.
Shocked gazes instantly converged on Deputy Director Wen's face.
Wen Xiaoyi turned pale, but still forced herself to reply calmly, "How could that be possible? My nephew really did die..."
In truth, she knew perfectly well that, with things having reached this point, no amount of denial would help. But she still had to buy herself time and a chance to escape.
Bi Wensheng seemed to see through her intentions. Shaking his head, he said, "Actually, there's another reason we called this meeting at such short notice. Our colleagues from the Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission and the Supervision Department have been waiting outside for quite some time."
The discipline inspection officers then pushed open the door and entered, leaving Wen Xiaoyi ashen-faced and trembling like a leaf.
She was only a division-level official. What had she done to deserve such special attention from the Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission?
On the morning of December 21, Zhou Yi, leader of the Supervision Group, met with Municipal Party Secretary Shen Zhendong and Mayor Su Qin in the Conference Room at the municipal guesthouse.
Shen Zhendong and Su Qin had barely slept the night before. In the space of a single night, Wen Xiaoyi, Executive Deputy Director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Wang Xianfu, Political Commissar of the Linhai Province Prison Administration Bureau, and Tao Shuncai, warden of the First Prison, had been taken away