SDT 27

Chapter 27 Termination

The blackmailer supported the chair opposite Lu Kongyun and slowly sat down. After rubbing his hair, he said: “You are so obedient.”

The blackmailer’s inexplicable language system.

Lu Kongyun had begun to get a bit used to it and did not splash water on him. He said: “I have something to tell you.”

“Hm?” The blackmailer leaned close to the table, propping his face to look at him.

“I will soon go to the military’s training, which concerns a promotion; I must go. So for a period of time, I cannot reply to messages, be on call, or complete orders.” He paused, then said again: “But the fixed task every night can be done.”

The blackmailer: “How long?”

“Half a month,” Lu Kongyun said.

The blackmailer was silent for a moment and said: “You are not allowed to go.”

Lu Kongyun put down the teacup and decided to lay his cards on the table. Based on the events of this period, he realized he must resolve the blackmail incident promptly and without delay. If yesterday’s miserable state was just the beginning, he simply could not imagine how it would develop in the future.

He said: “Then you just…”

“Just kidding,” the blackmailer curved his eyes and reached over to touch the cup in his hand. “Go. I approve. Congratulations in advance on Director Lu’s promotion and a bright future.”

Lu Kongyun lowered his head and saw the blackmailer’s fingertip brushing over the pattern on the teacup, carefully avoiding his own fingers. Then it withdrew.

The blackmailer had a callus on his index finger knuckle, left from shooting practice.

Shooting.

Shoot.

Release.

…Lu Kongyun held the teacup tightly.

Something was wrong with his body. What kind of silver worm could make him imagine something like that just from seeing the callus on a detective’s finger?

After taking a big gulp of tea, he set the teacup down on the table. How long would this “aftereffect” last? He took out his phone to message Gao Yuting to ask but put it down again.

Going to the military training should be a good withdrawal method.

“You would go even if I do not allow it,” he said. “People have limits. I will not sell myself to you to play forever for Lu Qingchuan’s filthy matters.”

The blackmailer looked at his face and smiled without speaking.

After a while, the blackmailer said: “Has Doctor Lu already become unable to tolerate me? Then what do you plan to do? Should I send out the wonderful little video?”

The blackmailer leaned back in the chair, he smirked with an indifferent expression.

Lu Kongyun wanted to release pheromones to give the other a taste.

In the end, he controlled himself. He took a breath, crossed his arms, and assumed a calm attitude for rational negotiation: “Officer Yu Xiaowen, you should understand that I cannot accept your blackmail indefinitely. You must tell me an endpoint deadline; otherwise, it ends here. You can of course release the video, but the Lu family will bear the consequences, and you yourself must bear them too. You should know what the consequences of provoking Lu Qingchuan are, right?”

The blackmailer thought seriously. He gave an answer.

He said: “Fine.”

Lu Kongyun: “…Hm?”

The blackmailer: “I already have no more demands; I am very satisfied. Continuing to play has no meaning anymore.”

The blackmailer’s excessive straightforwardness surprised Lu Kongyun greatly, and he did not know if it was because he was shocked by the fish-die-net-break determination he had shown. For a moment, he did not know how to respond.

“No meaning anymore.” He only repeated the last three words.

After a while, he said again: “I thought you were playing at your peak interest.”

The blackmailer: “The promotion training is important; during this time, I will not give orders; study and take exams well. But after you return, complete my last order, and there will be no relationship between us. How about it?”

So there was still an order.

What “fine”; it was just blackmail sophistry.

“The last one,” Lu Kongyun leaned back in the chair as if understanding, saying flatly: “What order? Help you become president?”

“That is too simple,” the blackmailer shook his head and said. “Be your spouse.”

Lu Kongyun: “.”

The blackmailer laughed: “Relax; it will not be something you cannot do. You even have fish-die-net-break determination; I cannot force you either.”

He casually drew a sheet from a small pile of waste old newspapers and receipts on the table, flipped to the blank back, then took out an aged-looking plastic-cased oil pen from the miscellaneous box, and wrote stroke by stroke.

To the Doctor

Complete the last wish, and the blackmail relationship ends immediately.

The Officer

After writing, he pushed this sheet of paper in front of Lu Kongyun.

“I am very credible. Doctor Lu,” the blackmailer said.

Lu Kongyun looked at it.

The last wish. End the blackmail relationship.

Although it was not yet clear how much significance this sheet of paper could have, he still folded it properly and put it in his inner pocket.

“I hope you keep your word. Officer Yu,” he said.

The blackmailer smiled at him, his fingers twirled the pen. The oil pen flowed like clouds and water between his nimble fingers, finally stopping neatly on the gun callus.

“I will leave, and your life will return to normal, just like before I came. I said it early on.”

Lu Kongyun looked at that pen for a while.

He lowered his eyes and picked up the teacup to drink all the tea in one gulp.

“Very good.”

Because the blackmailer had helped him make the medicine yesterday, he needed to obey commands all day today. After waiting in the small house all day, the blackmailer’s first order was very reasonable: go out to eat.

The two arrived downstairs; the blackmailer walked to his little broken car and showed off to Lu Kongyun: “Look; it was once the best-performing vehicle in our team. Our Team Leader Chen gave it to me.”

Lu Kongyun looked at that car.

The blackmailer touched it cherishingly, his gaze focused, not knowing what he was thinking.

The blackmailer was about to unlock the car when Lu Kongyun called to him: “Ride in my car.”

The two, one after the other, navigated through the low residential buildings of Wax Apple Alley. Lu Kongyun in front led the blackmailer toward where he had parked. The streetlights began to light up; their shadows gradually emerged, separating and overlapping, deep and shallow, moving forward. In a relatively spacious dim yellow open area, Lu Kongyun stopped and pressed his car key.

The spacious, low-key black sedan’s headlights flashed. The blackmailer walked over and stood in front of the hood to look. He let out a soft “Hm.”

He clasped his hands behind his back and looked for a while, then extended a finger to touch the front emblem: “Different from the one you drove before.”

“Yes. I rarely drive this one,” Lu Kongyun tapped his toe, then turned and got into the driver’s seat. The blackmailer followed and got into the passenger seat.

After the blackmailer closed the car door, he groped around the seat. Lu Kongyun saw it and leaned over the blackmailer, extended his arm across him, and pressed the automatic button under the passenger window to help him adjust the seat.

“Oh, truly high-end,” the blackmailer moved his body: “Thank you.”

The blackmailer adjusted his sitting posture, arched his waist and sat back; his clothes almost rubbed against Lu Kongyun’s forearm, but did not.

“…”

He remembered. At the Orange Garden, he must have indeed pressed there against the wall.

After a while, the blackmailer lowered his head, facing his face, and asked softly: “Where to eat?”

Lu Kongyun sat back and fastened his seatbelt. He started the car first.

“You decide.”

The car drove onto the road. The blackmailer thought for a while and said: “I can treat you to a seafood restaurant without street gasoline smell. Indoor, also in the old city area, but relatively clean and hygienic. My apprentice, oh, that Milk Tea Alpha you are particularly concerned about, that kid has the same young master disease as you and does not eat roadside stalls. But he says that place is very good; I think you can probably accept it.”

Lu Kongyun did not speak.

Thus, the blackmailer took out his phone and casually sent a voice message: “What is the name of that reliable seafood restaurant in the old street last time?”

The other quickly replied with a voice message: “Daliyu Seafood City. Brother, are you going? I have not eaten either. I will treat you.”

The blackmailer did not speak this time; he quickly typed two words and put away his phone. When the phone vibrated again, he did not look but told Lu Kongyun: “The restaurant is called Daliyu. Navigate.”

After a while, Lu Kongyun suggested: “There is an aerial sightseeing restaurant in S District; the seafood is decent.”

This restaurant was an internationally famous travel check-in spot. It required reservations months in advance and was very expensive.

“Fuck. You call that ‘decent’?” The blackmailer turned to look at him. “Are you going to sell me?”

“I will treat,” Lu Kongyun said. “Thank you for wasting a day helping me yesterday.”

The blackmailer poked his arm: “Thank you, young master. But what if there is no seat there? Even if it is full, you cannot chase people away, even if you are surnamed Lu.”

Lu Kongyun: “The upper level of this restaurant is a private club with even better views. No other guests; the chef is also the head chef of the sightseeing restaurant. No need to reserve there.”

The blackmailer was stunned, then narrowed his eyes: “You privileged classes.”

Lu Kongyun was silent for a moment: “…I do not. Usually I eat at the unit cafeteria; I do not go to places that waste time.”

Then he turned on the car navigation and voice-input “Daliyu.”

He said these three syllables, hitting the blackmailer’s laugh point.

Lu Kongyun pulled a long face, zooming in and out to adjust the navigation route.

“…Hahaha, do not,” after laughing, the lower-class petty official blackmailer who despised the upper class revealed his true face, using his fingertip to gently push open his fingertip and swipe away the navigation on the screen. “Take me to see the place you mentioned. Anyway, since you are treating, it is fine.”

The car did not turn and went straight toward S District.

…

The commercial area in S District was very prosperous and large. Yu Xiaowen knew many famous restaurants in this tourist city were here, but he did not know their exact locations. After getting out and walking, he realized this was the parking lot where he had caught that M Country suspect.

In other words, the place where he saw Lu Kongyun and the beautiful Omega director sharing an umbrella.

Yu Xiaowen raised his head to look at the building and casually asked: “Last time, did you also eat there?”

The victim seemed to react for a few seconds before understanding his words and answered frankly: “Yes. She chose it.”

“Oh.” Yu Xiaowen stopped. He felt he should not have canceled the Daliyu navigation.

“What is wrong?” The victim asked.

Yu Xiaowen pointed to his outfit: “Although I myself am dashing like a jade tree in the wind, today this outfit is indeed not presentable; is it not inappropriate to enter that kind of restaurant with you?”

“Quite the opposite,” the victim said. “Precisely because you are entering with me, even if you wear a beggar’s outfit, lean on a stick, and hold a bowl, it does not matter.”

Although he said this expressionlessly, it sounded so much like showing off. Yu Xiaowen flattened his mouth, just preparing to spit some sour words, but the victim’s gaze toward the building entrance changed; he grabbed Yu Xiaowen’s arm and half-blocked him in front.

He said in a low voice: “Chen Jian.”

Yu Xiaowen also immediately looked over. Beside them, a man and a woman also walked out from the bright light at the building entrance; the man was Chen Jian, and the woman was precisely the beautiful director who had been with Lu Kongyun last time.

Chen Jian might not remember the disguised him from one meeting at S House. But the female director beside him had exchanged quite some time with him and would definitely remember he was a police officer. And now he was with Lu Kongyun, which was inevitably unreasonable and could stir up some trouble, affecting the case. Yu Xiaowen immediately used Lu Kongyun’s figure as cover and quickly slipped away to hide behind the nearest tree.

“Lu Kongyun.” The beautiful director indeed spotted him and called his name. “Your susceptible period is over?”

Chen Jian followed with a laugh, covering up something ambiguous.

The three chatted casually for two sentences, and Chen Jian and the female director parted from Lu Kongyun. They passed by Yu Xiaowen’s side toward the parking lot. Their speaking voices were low, but as the distance grew, they became gradually clearer.

Accompanied by the slow, light sound of the female director’s high heels.

Chen Jian: “You have been on blind dates several times and still cannot settle it; I think you should give up.”

Female director: “Do you want me to find from door-to-door matches? If Lu Kongyun does not work, do you want me to go to heaven?”

Chen Jian: “If you can connect with the Lu family, of course there are benefits; I know the old man wants it particularly. But from my personal perspective, I do not want my only sister to become some marriage tool. The Lu family are all perverts. His father, his eldest uncle, his cousin, his eldest brother; is there one normal person surnamed Lu?”

Female director: “Those people being perverts has what to do with him? His character is very good.”

Chen Jian: “Good my ass. Top Alphas, one counts as one, all mad batches. I run S House; I damn well know better than anyone. Live beasts. If you get involved with them, you are done.”

Female director: “He does not; he is quite quiet, focused on work. He will not go to those messy places; you have only seen the bad ones, so how can you possibly know he is good?”

Chen Jian snorted coldly: “The day before yesterday, he went to S House.”

The female director suddenly stopped.

Chen Jian: “Particularly mad; as soon as he came up, he asked if I had drugs, said he wanted to play something stimulating. None of my people could satisfy him.”

Female director: “You are talking nonsense.”

Chen Jian: “The person is also particularly dark and twisted; if a little thing does not go his way, he inexplicably takes it out on a whole private room of guests, slapped Ding Qi until he was like a damn pig’s head, scared everyone half to death; no one dared fart all night, pure mental illness. In the end, he found an Omega to take into the room to play, and even made my server collapse and run away. Then he stood in the room, eyes lighting up at a wall of toys, and in the end bought a toy from me to take home to play with himself…”