He is His Excellency Zhi Li

Chapter 38. Who's the Murderer? (I)

Author: Angelina

Translator: chiangyushien, Renkun27

Proofreader: KainGuru

The first winter holiday had finally arrived, and it was the time to break free from the stress of this off-the-grid place and return to city life. This feeling of Ke Bu’s did not last long. He did not know who proposed it, but shortly before the turn of the year, everyone traveled by train to go on a trip. Ke Bu really wanted to refuse but he could not do so. His tired body wanted to rest, but he struggled inside thinking that Zhi Li would also go.

Those few people gathered in front of the train station and brought with them big and small bags. This group of people really had spare time. Chu Haoyu and Ying Xiujie helped the girls carry their luggage, while Ke Bu looked at the piles of things: “I say, are you guys wanting to immigrate?”

“It’s rare for us to go out and play. Of course, we should bring a lot of things. What do you know? You’re a person who have no taste for life.”

“Stop talking nonsense. Let’s go now.” Ying Xiujie carried all the luggage with both hands and practiced his arms strength.

This time, the destination was Yinguo Town — a town near the sea. It was said that this town’s scale was equivalent to that of a county town. The climate there was currently warm and the scenery was enchanting. Because of the complicated terrain and the lack of development, there were only a few who would travel there.

After everyone put their things inside, they gathered in the soft sleeper room of the train. It was really, really crowded. Zhi Li lied down on the top berth while Su Youyan sat in the seat in front of him while reading her book. Zhang Luo was playing on his computer. This person could not leave his computer no matter where he went. He really wondered why he would participate in this daytime activity. He gave people the feelings that he really looked like a mouse. He lived in the dark and only dared to come out when nobody was there. Everyone else was playing cards and eating snacks, and soon, everyone had gotten bored with the long journey.

“Who wants to tell a story? Come, let’s hear it.” Ying Xiujie yawned out of boredom.

“Since everyone has high expectations of me, let me tell you a story.” Chu Haoyu volunteered but Ke Bu immediately rejected him: “I pretty much can guess what kind of story you’re going to tell. It’s either all about you encountering a big chest or a small chest. It’s this kind of story.”

Zhang Luo pushed his glasses and revealed a sinister smile: “Then let me tell a story. Let’s guess who’s the murderer.” This proposal quickly got everyone’s approval.

“In order to make it easier for everyone to remember, allow me to use all of your names.”

“Please set me up as a handsome man.” Chu Haoyu commissioned.

Next, the story happened like this:

After graduating from the police academy, Ke Bu, whose heart was filled with righteous ardor, became a policeman. He wanted to serve his country with unreserved loyalty and also put to good use his fists and feet; however, there was always a gap between dreams and reality, and it was still not a small gap. Ke Bu was assigned to a small town. It could not be said that it was deserted. The town was just an average town without anything off in it. When his friends sent Ke Bu to the train, their eyes looked as if they were sending a prisoner who was sent into exile.