142: Chapter 142 The score of these fifteen years is finally settled!

Lei Dapao's hands trembled as he handed the evidence bag to Chen Jin.

"Brother."

Lei Dapao's voice was choked with emotion.

"This is Xiangyang's."

"Let's… take him home."

Chen Jin stared at the police badge.

Turbid tears welled up and spilled out once again.

He reached out with hands covered in calluses and scars, carefully, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, and took the bag.

Then.

He slowly knelt down before the phone at the doorway.

Thud!

His forehead struck the floor hard.

"Mom!"

"I've… found Brother Xiangyang's things!"

At this moment.

Two million people in the livestream were moved to tears.

Su Yun watched this scene and let out a long, heavy sigh.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

The debt of these fifteen years.

Was finally settled.

...

In the livestream, the suffocating tension finally dissipated.

The screen was flooded with comments like "Captain Lei is awesome" and "Master Su is a divine calculator," thick and layered one after another.

Su Yun sat in his chair and rubbed his temples.

That remote showdown just now looked easy, but it actually took a significant toll on his mental energy.

By this time, the police car escorting Zhao Tai had already sped away from the Jiangcheng Hotel, and Chen Jin was being carefully escorted into an ambulance by SWAT officers.

But he was in no rush to end the livestream.

There was still one thing left to do.

If this matter wasn't made clear, the name Li Xiangyang would forever remain just a name, a soul drifting in the sky that could never find its resting place.

Sure enough.

Less than two minutes later, the direction of the comments changed.

Someone recalled the scene of Chen Jin kneeling on the floor crying, and remembered that rusty police badge.

"Master Su, um… I have something I don't know if I should say."

"Don't beat around the bush, spit it out!"

"I want to ask, Brother Xiangyang… I mean Officer Li Xiangyang, has his body been found?"

As soon as this comment appeared, the livestream seemed to hit the pause button.

The special effects from gift-giving stopped, and the excited emojis disappeared.

Everyone realized this issue.

It had been fifteen years.

Chen Jin had lived like a rat for fifteen years to atone for his sins.

Zhao Kun had changed his identity and played the philanthropist for fifteen years.

But what about Li Xiangyang?

Where was the undercover police officer who was tortured to death while trying to protect Chen Jin?

If his body was still there, why did that old beast Zhao Kun only keep the police badge as a trophy?

Su Yun looked at the screen, his eyes darkening.

He didn't speak, just picked up his thermos from the side, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of water.

The water was a bit cold, and as it flowed down his throat into his stomach, it gave him a jolt.

"Master Su, say something!"

"Was it not found?"

"I saw Captain Lei only took out the badge earlier and didn't mention the body. Could it be that those animals…"

The netizens grew more and more anxious as they guessed.

Su Yun put down the cup.

He raised his head and looked directly into the camera.

In his eyes, the usual playfulness and banter from his livestreams were gone, replaced by a suffocating oppression.

"Originally, I didn't want to say it."

Su Yun spoke, his voice slightly hoarse.

"It's too tragic."

"So tragic that I'm afraid if I say it, Li Xiangyang's elderly mother won't be able to bear it."

The livestream was silent.

With millions of people online, no one dared to post a comment.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the answer that might break their hearts.

Su Yun took a deep breath, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk, making a "tap-tap" sound.

"Fifteen years ago, after Zhao Kun discovered that Li Xiangyang was an undercover agent, in order to vent his anger and establish his authority, he didn't let him die quickly."

"This man, Zhao Kun, believes in Feng Shui and evil spirits."

"He felt that police officers possess righteous energy. If he buried him directly or sank him in the river, he was afraid Li Xiangyang would become a vengeful ghost to claim his life and ruin his fortune."

Su Yun paused, his gaze becoming even sharper, like a knife.

"So, he came up with a method."

"A method that would ensure Li Xiangyang could never be reincarnated and would be trampled underfoot by people every single day."

Hearing this, many viewers felt goosebumps all over.

How deep must the hatred be, how cruel must the heart be?

Su Yun didn't keep them in suspense and continued.

"Back then, Jiangcheng was undergoing major construction."

"The Jiangcheng Cross-River Bridge was just at a critical stage of construction."

"Zhao Kun had a concrete mixing plant under his control that supplied materials specifically for the bridge project."

Speaking to this point, Su Yun stopped.

There was no need to say any more.

Anyone with a normal brain could guess that heinous ending.

The livestream exploded.

"What the f*ck! You're kidding, right?!"

"This animal! Is he even human?!"

"Ugh, I can't take it, this is too cruel!"

"Master Su, are you saying that Brother Xiangyang…"

Su Yun nodded, his tone terrifyingly calm.

"That night, Zhao Kun had people throw Li Xiangyang's body into the mixer."

"Bones and flesh alike, ground to pieces."

"Then, it was mixed into several tons of the highest-grade cement."

"That batch of cement was hauled to the riverside that very night."

Su Yun's voice wasn't loud, but every word felt like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into everyone's hearts.

"Poured into the Jiangcheng Cross-River Bridge, on the north bank, inside the third pier."

Boom!

These few sentences were like a nuclear bomb detonating in everyone's minds.

The Jiangcheng Cross-River Bridge.

That was a landmark of Jiangcheng!

Every day, hundreds of thousands of vehicles drove across it, and millions of people relied on it to cross the river.

It was the pride of Jiangcheng, the major artery connecting the north and south.

But who could have imagined.

Right beneath that magnificent bridge, inside that thick pier.

Was actually sealing the loyal remains of a martyr!

"Zhao Kun said at the time that he wanted this police officer to be trampled by thousands of people for generations, never to rise again."

Su Yun sneered, his eyes full of mockery.

"But this old beast miscalculated one thing."

"Li Xiangyang was a police officer."

"Even if he turned to ash and melted into the cement."

"He was not being trampled underfoot."

"For these fifteen years."

"He has been standing in the river, using his bones, using his flesh and blood."

"Supporting this city, supporting the common people he cared about."

"He has been watching this city get better, watching those children grow up, watching those crimes being swept away."

"He has never left his post."

"Not even for a single day."

After finishing these words, Su Yun leaned back in his chair.

In the livestream, there was no more cursing, no more anger.

A large expanse of blank space appeared on the screen.

Immediately after.

The screen was filled with floating candles.

"Salute!"

"Brother Xiangyang, we are taking you home!"

"I'm in tears, truly in tears. I cross that bridge to work every day; it turns out it was you who was protecting us."

"Is this the backbone of Chinese police? Even turned into a bridge pier, he still supports this city."

"I want to go under the bridge to take a look, I want to go and kowtow to him."