After leaving this community, I called Chang Dachun and told him not to worry, and to pass the message to Xiao Zian. I wasn't flying to Chengdu today; if possible, I would arrange for Ke Yingying to send a private jet in the evening.
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After making arrangements, I went to the Criminal Investigation Bureau to meet Luo Bo.
Luo Bo was preparing all the documents to explain the truth of Wang Zeyu's death to the higher-ups. I requested to see him from the gatekeeper, and Luo Bo met me in the reception room.
"Are you still planning to speak up for Wang Zeyu?"
Luo Bo was blunt, asking directly. I looked at him seriously, "Luo Bo, whatever truth you know, a person like Wang Zeyu deserves glory after his sacrifice."
"Glory? Tang Nan, you and I know perfectly well what kind of person Wang Zeyu was."
"You only know he was part of the 'Zhengqi' organization. As for what kind of person Wang Zeyu truly was, you know better than I do."
"This society doesn't need individual justice. In our positions, we should abide by laws and regulations. If we act recklessly, we might become the next 'Zhengqi,' the next 'Nanpai.'"
I had to admit Luo Bo was right. He was a people's policeman, upholding the laws and discipline of this society, safeguarding the fairness under that law. Deep down, we should be proud of people like Luo Bo. But I was stubborn; I didn't want Wang Zeyu to become a member of 'Zhengqi.' His death shouldn't render Cui Fang's sacrifice meaningless. This world had love besides laws and discipline. Moreover, I didn't want those who once admired Wang Zeyu to watch him become a criminal. I didn't want the awards on Wang Zeyu's office wall, like a background mural, to be torn down like discarded wallpaper. Those awards were not just honors; they represented Wang Zeyu's contributions to society.
Originally, I wanted to persuade Luo Bo, as he had covered up some things for me before. Now, it seemed Luo Bo treated me and Wang Zeyu very differently. I was like a carefree wanderer, while Wang Zeyu was a benchmark for the Criminal Investigation Bureau.
After Wang Zeyu's death, Luo Bo had to carry the banner of the Criminal Investigation Bureau's image. He absolutely didn't want to tarnish Wang Zeyu's image, but as the new benchmark, he had to be just and upright, enforcing the law impartially.
In fact, Luo Bo's words clearly indicated he didn't want to become the next Wang Zeyu, so from now on, he had to treat every matter sincerely.
"Team Leader Luo, since that's the case, I must inform you of one thing: I am a red informant."
"Still lying! Do you know the difference between a red informant and a black informant?" Luo Bo asked with a wry smile.
Of course, I knew. According to the contract I had previously signed with the Criminal Investigation Bureau, I was a black informant. This meant I was not on the official roster, a member of the general public, possibly even part of a criminal organization. An informant in such a position was called a black informant.
A red informant was different; they were young police officers with official status. They risked their lives to become informants, relying on their skills to infiltrate enemy ranks without committing any crimes. Due to these many restrictions, the task was even more dangerous. Yu Xiaoluo was once a red informant and was directly promoted from an ordinary police officer to a Third Class Superintendent for her meritorious service in cracking the "Empty House Celebrity Bureau."
"I know!"
"You know, yet you impersonate a red informant. Tang Nan, have you ever taken the civil service exam? Have you ever held a public service position? You don't even have an official identity, so how can you be a red informant?"
"During the 'Fuzheng' operation, I made a significant contribution. With Senior Wang Zeyu's application, I was exempted from the exam and officially enrolled."
Luo Bo frowned. "How do you know the codename 'Fuzheng'? Did your sister tell you? No, your sister wasn't even part of that operation."
Hearing Luo Bo say this, I smiled slightly and looked at the people coming and going in the Criminal Investigation Bureau. I said loudly, "Everyone, please stop and listen to me. Wang Zeyu has sacrificed himself. Many suspect he was involved with a criminal organization and was silenced. I believe everyone knows about this."
There weren't many people, about a dozen, but they all looked at me. My loud announcement drew a few more.
"When you joined the Criminal Investigation Bureau, this job became a stable career. Most of the time, you're doing supervisory work. Danger is not your concern; you don't directly confront criminals, nor do you search for clues in wind and rain. But have you ever thought about your predecessors, your beloved Mr. Wang Zeyu?"
Someone shouted, "Director Wang~"
Wang Zeyu, first-class police superintendent, with the administrative rank of deputy director.
I smiled knowingly. "Alright, Director Wang. As the director, he was still active on the front lines. You might not even know that he also held the status of a red informant."
Red informant?
This was the Criminal Investigation Bureau. Everyone knew what a red informant was. They were usually young police officers who took on such assignments for career advancement. However, the risk of being a red informant was too high. Even the young officers in the Criminal Investigation Bureau wouldn't choose to participate, as a steady, step-by-step promotion, though slower, was safer. What was the point of rapid promotion if one's life was lost?
When I mentioned "red informant," people started discussing among themselves. Some stopped to watch, and a few even came out of their offices to listen. I glanced at Luo Bo. Luo Bo was a smart man; he didn't contradict me at that moment, as everyone in the Criminal Investigation Bureau deeply respected their former leader, Wang Zeyu.
"Brother, do you have any evidence!" someone shouted loudly.
"Of course, I do. I am a red informant, and Director Wang was my leader and a member of the red informant team. Before the year, during the 'Fuzheng' operation, we cracked an organized criminal group and brought down a big tiger. Have you all heard of it..."
"Is that so?"
"So that major case was also Director Wang's achievement, but we never heard him mention it!"
"Director Wang's achievements are more numerous than your resume. Does he need to brag about them?"
"Brother, why are you bringing this up?"
My expression turned serious. I organized my thoughts and said, "Because Director Wang broke up that criminal group, leading to the arrest of its ringleader. However, some remnants are still active. They retaliated and murdered Director Wang. Now, to solve the case, the Criminal Investigation Bureau wants to continue concealing Director Wang's identity, even using his death to lure out the criminals who retaliated. I disagree with this. I cannot allow a glorious deceased senior to bear a bad reputation."
Someone asked, "Who are you? You're not from the Criminal Investigation Bureau, are you? What right do you have to disagree?"
"My name is Tang Nan. For Director Wang's honor, I am willing to reveal my identity as a red informant."
"Director Zhang, what exactly is going on?"
Zhang Fubiao looked at me meaningfully and then handed my contract to Luo Bo. "Wang Zeyu cannot have died in vain. Luo Bo, put aside all your current work and formally establish the 'Remnants' special task force. You will be the team leader. I don't care what 'Nanpai' is; I want them all thrown into prison. Those who deserve to be shot, shoot them. Let their blood pay tribute to Wang Zeyu. These scoundrels have gone too far. I don't even know how we have this happy life now. I'll make this clear: no matter who they are connected to, we'll catch them. Anyone who provides them with a shield will be brought down."