Bang!
A loud noise came from the kitchen.
The young police officer, who thought he had finished his inspection and had just turned to the living room, changed his expression.
Dropping the notebook in his hand, he rushed back to the kitchen in three steps.
Inside the kitchen, the middle-aged police officer had managed to avoid his head at the critical moment.
Liao Chenghong's blow landed on the cupboard, emitting a deafening sound.
When the young officer entered, he saw Liao Chenghong standing on top of the middle-aged officer.
Raising his hand, he unhesitatingly lifted the rolling pin, preparing for a second attack.
"Stop!"
Without time to think, the young officer lunged forward.
He immediately went for a chokehold, dragging the man backward, allowing the middle-aged officer a moment of respite.
However, he did not expect that,
After only a couple of steps, Liao Chenghong suddenly headbutted backward.
Bang!
The young officer's head buzzed, his vision blurred, and his chokehold faltered slightly.
Liao Chenghong's breathing also eased for a moment.
With a fierce look in his eyes, he seized the opportunity to swing the rolling pin backward.
Breaking free from the chokehold, he kicked the officer behind him, giving him no chance to draw his gun.
"Don't move!"
At this moment, the middle-aged officer finally got up and managed to retrieve his gun.
Bang!
A shot was fired into the ceiling, and the entire kitchen fell silent.
The scene froze for a moment.
Liao Chenghong, holding the rolling pin, pointed it at the officer on the ground. Behind him, the middle-aged officer raised his gun, aiming at Liao Chenghong.
"Drop your weapon, raise your hands, and squat down with your head covered!"
The middle-aged officer, blood streaming from his forehead, shouted sternly.
"..."
Liao Chenghong glanced sideways at the black gun behind him and released the rolling pin in his hand.
He raised his hands, slowly squatted down with his head covered.
"Clap clap clap!"
Just then, an unexpected event occurred.
The little girl had appeared at the kitchen door at some point, her face pressed against it.
She giggled foolishly at them, patting the kitchen door with her hand.
"Hahahaha... Hahahaha... Fun, fun!"
The middle-aged officer instinctively glanced in that direction, and his heart sank.
The next second, Liao Chenghong quickly grabbed the cutting board from the counter and threw it at the middle-aged officer.
The latter instinctively dodged to the side.
When he looked up again, Liao Chenghong had already closed the distance with a long stride.
The situation changed instantly, and the kitchen descended into chaos once more.
...
Bang!
The second gunshot rang out.
Silence returned to the kitchen.
Liao Chenghong had been pinning the middle-aged officer against the counter, his elbow pressing on the man's neck, while his other hand was trying to disarm him.
Just as he was about to succeed...
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the bloody hole in his body.
Blood quickly soaked through his clothes and flowed downwards.
At the other end of the kitchen,
The young officer, leaning on his injured body, stood there, holding a black handgun, gasping for breath with a pale face.
His head was buzzing, and he was still disoriented.
Although he had received training in firing a gun,
This was his first time actually shooting someone.
Seeing this, the middle-aged officer quickly pushed Liao Chenghong away.
Liao Chenghong stumbled back a couple of steps and fell to the ground. He turned his head to look at the kitchen entrance.
A large amount of blood was flowing from near his heart, staining everything bright red.
The middle-aged officer stepped forward to check and, confirming that the man had no strength left to resist,
He leaned against the wall and sat down, catching his breath:
"Xiao Li, do you still have your phone? Call a 120."
His own phone had gotten lost somewhere during the struggle.
"...Ah? Okay, okay."
Xiao Li, startled awake, fumbled for his phone.
Being young, he was quite shaken.
But fortunately, he recovered quickly.
After making the call, Xiao Li slightly regained his composure.
He went over to feel Liao Chenghong's breath. Seeing that he was still breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He plopped down on the ground.
The middle-aged officer wiped the blood dripping from his forehead, holding his waist with one hand.
He asked, "Are you okay?"
Xiao Li nodded, his expression still one of bewilderment.
He looked towards the little girl at the door, who was still giggling foolishly.
She was drawing something on the glass door with her saliva, seemingly unaffected by the events unfolding inside.
So close...
He had almost caused this child to lose her father.
Thinking of this, Xiao Li's heart tightened, and his legs felt weak.
"I've strained my waist," the middle-aged officer gasped, saying:
"If you're still up for it, come and see what's in that foam box under the cupboard."
The cupboard was under the counter.
And the foam box was at the very bottom, almost touching the ground.
"Okay."
Xiao Li withdrew his gaze, took a couple of deep breaths.
He got up, bent down, and retrieved the foam box from the innermost part.
The box seemed to have been frozen for a long time, with a thick layer of ice formed on the outside.
He turned and looked around, finding a cleaver on the shelf.
After some effort, he broke the outer layer of ice and lifted the foam lid.
"Ah!"
With just one look, Xiao Li cried out and stumbled back a step, his face turning deathly pale.
A chill shot from his spine straight to his forehead!
Thump!
The foam lid in his hand fell to the ground.
Sunlight streamed in from the window.
A woman's head lay quietly in the foam box, her hair disheveled, her face bloody.
Her eyes were fixed on the young police officer.
As if she had died with her eyes open, seeking vengeance for her murder!
"—Gag!"
Xiao Li felt a wave of nausea and immediately turned to vomit.
"What is it?"
The middle-aged officer pushed himself up with his aching body and looked inside.
His body trembled imperceptibly, and his expression turned grim.
He took a deep breath to steady himself, picked up the lid from the ground, and closed the box.
"It looks like it was taken out of the refrigerator before they opened the door for us."
This person was quite vigilant.
It's just that his energy wasn't directed towards the right things.
He looked at Xiao Li, who was still retching, and patted his back.
"Give me your phone."
Then, the middle-aged officer called the station to report the situation.
The rest... would have to wait for the ambulance.
He glanced at Liao Chenghong on the ground, and the little girl giggling at the kitchen entrance.
His heart was filled with a profound sense of unease.
...