He was not given any extra time. Cheng Muyun was absolutely required to leave with them immediately.
Once he sat into the vehicle, it drove directly out the back door of the manor estate.
Cheng Muyun turned and glanced back at that gray wall that was not too tall, mulling over what Wen Han would do after she realized he had disappeared. If this were more than a month ago, that ordinary girl from Moscow would have cried. But what about now?
The vehicle passed through the streets outside the manor.
The streets were teeming with people who had come from all places, all of them gathered here to take part in the celebration tomorrow of the manor lord's total dedication of his life to Buddha. There were people crammed against people. All of them, the old, the young, and women, were dressed in splendid attire.
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Inside the vehicle, Meng Liangchuan and a few armed officers sat, shoulder to shoulder, across from Cheng Muyun. Giving a cough, Meng Liangchuan switched into a relatively official type of voice to talk to him. "It's like this. Back when you and Fu Yiming arrived at an agreement of cooperation, Fu Yiming's direct superior, that is, the top dog of the Interpol, actually did not think it was a good idea. Therefore, in that small ops team of yours, there is a higher-level undercover Interpol agent, and he's been there already for many years."
"Oh? Is that so?" Dancing in Cheng Muyun's eyes was completely that unique smile of his as he waited for Meng Liangchuan to carry on with what he was saying.
Meng Liangchuan's brows lifted. "His assignment is to keep you under watch. Cheng Muyun, you yourself should be very clear on this. You were not one of us, were not part of our organization back then. You had a criminal record and had gone to prison before."
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"Your return this time was sudden, and Fu Yiming even worked with you to assemble all the members of the ops team to Nepal and India. That made the higher-ups very nervous. The assignment this undercover agent was given was to continue monitoring you to see what exactly you were doing." Meng Liangchuan sighed, "Originally, everyone kept their silence. But now that a homicide case has occurred, things are different. We are criminal police. We can't use those methods that the triads use. We can't just chop off the hands and feet of whoever betrays the organization."
Cheng Muyun nodded. Picking up a bottle of water, he glanced at Meng Liangchuan. Meng Liangchuan laughed. "Go ahead, drink it. Got it ready specifically for you."
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Meng Liangchuan heaved a final sigh. "Zhou Ke and Zhuang Yan are both police detectives, so it's not possible that their deaths would not be investigated. Of course, my colleagues in Nepal and I can testify that you did not kill Zhou Ke. But Zhuang Yan's death was so sudden, and you would not let an autopsy be performed and even had someone transfer the body away. That's a violation of the rules. So, that undercover agent acted in accordance with the rules and passed that information on to me... and I passed it on to my superiors. Then, the orders I received were to bring you away."
Nodding again, Cheng Muyun at last asked a question in return. "And so, who is that person?"
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Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)
General FictionWen Han has arrived in Nepal on vacation and, as a Buddhist believer, also a pilgrimage. But very shortly after entering the borders, she runs in again into someone she had had one encounter with six months ago, hundreds of miles away on the far-off...
