Chapter 610: Chapter 595: Did You Misunderstand Something?
When Su Qingqing and Song Yanhong arrived downstairs at Tianming Teahouse, five minutes had already passed.
"Beep beep——"
"Beep beep——"
"Beep beep——"
The sirens blared incessantly, with dozens of police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances parked below the teahouse.
The police were responsible for dispersing and isolating the onlookers to prevent them from getting hurt.
The firefighters all joined in to stop the fire from spreading further.
Nurses kept rushing into the fire, lifting the injured onto stretchers and bringing them to the ambulances.
Luckily, it was just a micro bomb, and the damage wasn’t too great, so there weren’t many injured.
The second floor’s box, now a blaze and pitch black, was blown to pieces, but the boxes above, below, left, and right seemed fine, unscathed by the explosion’s impact.
Su Qingqing and Song Yanhong scanned through the crowd, constantly searching for someone!
Finally, their gazes locked through the gaps in the crowd on the man getting into the police car!
Ye Huan!
He seemed unharmed except for a few charred patches on his coat.
"Boom——"
The police car carrying Ye Huan sped away from the scene.
With so many people at the scene, the police only arrested Ye Huan?
This already explained a lot!
Ye Huan was probably the suspect responsible for the explosion!
And the victim, who was the victim!
Could it be...
"Ugh——"
Suddenly, many people in the crowd started retching.
At a glance, Su Qingqing couldn’t hold it either, covering her mouth and retching uncontrollably.
Two forensic specialists were seen carrying a stretcher out of the teahouse!
On the stretcher were blood-soaked, charred pieces of flesh and bones!
No need to think; this was the corpse at the center of the explosion!
Moreover, these chunks of flesh were covered with clothing debris!
Fragments of a white coat!
This was An Lei!
The person who cried for help over the phone was An Lei!
Su Qingqing retched while her body trembled incessantly.
She couldn’t believe it; she couldn’t believe Ye Huan could commit such a heinous act!
"Qingqing, Ye Huan he..." Song Yanhong looked disbelieving, lips quivering.
Su Qingqing clenched her fists tightly, her voice extremely low.
"I’m going to the police station!"
...
"Mr. Ye, I understand the situation now."
"We will also investigate the identity of the deceased and the killer as soon as possible."
"You may leave now."
In the reception room of the Eastern District Police Station in the Capital City, Station Chief Li Tian shook hands with Ye Huan, speaking with a serious expression.
Before this, he had learned the whole story of the teahouse explosion from Ye Huan.
Someone had placed a micro bomb in the victim’s pocket and detonated it from afar, resulting in the teahouse explosion!
If another suspect had said such a thing, Li Tian wouldn’t easily believe it.
But who was Ye Huan?
The holder of an SSS-class top-secret file!
People like this were all highly conscious pillars of the Huaxia nation!
The likelihood of committing a crime was almost zero!
Therefore, after the officers found out Ye Huan was the holder of an SSS-class top-secret file, Li Tian came personally to question him and didn’t doubt Ye Huan’s word.
"Hmm."
Ye Huan responded with a "Hmm," then got up and left the reception room.
As he turned around, a sharp chill flashed in his eyes.
When getting into the police car, he clearly caught sight from the corner of his eye of the masked figure in black clothes, wearing a yellow mask from five hundred meters away, making a provocative gesture—flipping the finger.
Ye Huan had realized at the moment.
The figure in black had calculated that he would meet with Zhou Busi, so they remained hidden from hundreds of meters away, waiting for the critical moment to detonate the planted bomb!
Conducting a suicide human bomb attack!
If it weren’t for Ye Huan’s quick reaction, he’d definitely be in excruciating pain from the explosion by now.
This feeling of being exposed while the enemy remained hidden was very frustrating for Ye Huan.
In the hallways of the police station, Ye Huan was somewhat puzzled.
Why were there two rows of over two hundred people squatting on the ground, wearing only bathrobes?
Ye Huan seemed to realize something, and his face darkened.
It must have been the police conducting a crackdown on vice, and they got caught in it.
He shook his head and refocused his thoughts.
As he walked out of the police station, he was a bit puzzled.
Why were Su Qingqing and Song Yanhong here?
"Aunt Song." Ye Huan nodded in greeting to Song Yanhong.
"Ye Huan, was Dr. An Lei with you just now? Was the one blown up in the teahouse Dr. An Lei?"
Before Song Yanhong could respond, Su Qingqing spoke bluntly, face cold, without preamble or any procrastination.
"Yes, he was with me, and indeed it was him who got blown up." Ye Huan nodded.
As expected.
Upon hearing the reply, Su Qingqing was completely disheartened.
"But..."
"That old man wasn’t An Lei; he was an impostor."
Ye Huan added.
"What impostor!"
"He even had the specially-made Divine Medicine, and you call him an impostor? Ye Huan, can you at least have some limits when lying? How did I never realize before you’re this kind of person?"
Su Qingqing fiercely rebuked.
Ye Huan was a bit speechless, saying, "Su Qingqing, that vial of medicine was given to him by someone else, not concocted by himself."
Given?
Not only did Su Qingqing not believe it, she burst into anger and laughter.
Such a vial capable of rapidly awakening a vegetative patient, besides Dr. An Lei, the world’s foremost expert in treating vegetative patients, who else could make it?
Even if someone could, they wouldn’t just casually give away such a Divine Medicine!
Su Qingqing sneered coldly, "Ye Huan, what other lies do you plan on telling? Don’t hold back, spill them all out."
"Why do you not believe what I say?"
Ye Huan sighed and continued, "The impostor told me Huang Yan hired him to deceive Aunt Song. By the way, Aunt Song, you should be wary of Huang Yan lately, don’t let her scheme against you..."
"Enough!" Su Qingqing shouted angrily, cutting Ye Huan off directly, eyes wide with rage: "Are you done yet? Do you have no end to this? Using An Lei’s death, when he can’t speak for himself, to malign my sister-in-law in every possible way? Ye Huan, you’re truly despicable!"
Finally, Ye Huan sensed something was wrong, frowning as he asked, "Su Qingqing, have you misunderstood something?"