Chapter 50 Refrigerator
"Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll go in and take a look first," Wang Fengnian whispered to Li Ang, his hand reaching to his waist and unfastening his gun holster.
Generally speaking, even for an experienced officer like Wang Fengnian, who had been in the force for over twenty years and garnered deep trust from the organization, it was rare to bring his gun home after getting off work. After all, it was a time of peace, the public security environment was relatively good, and compared to the trouble caused by losing a gun, the benefits of carrying one were negligible. It was not until six months ago, when various bizarre and peculiar cases emerged incessantly, that officers began to get accustomed to carrying their firearms after work.
"A Type 92? Not bad," Li Ang said with a light chuckle, seeing the gun in Wang Fengnian’s hand. "At least it’s stronger than the Type 05."
The Type 05 revolver is a legendary firearm, enough to compete for the "Top Ten Strangest Pistols in the World." Its design is simple, compact, and innovative, making it safe and reliable to use. But as for its power... it has a nickname: ’The Kindly Gun.’ The Type 05 uses two types of bullets: one is a flat-headed standard bullet with a muzzle energy of 111 joules, and the other is a round-headed rubber bullet with a muzzle energy reaching 16 joules. If you wear a few thick leather jackets, withstanding Type 05 rubber bullets within twenty meters is like child’s play.
A few years ago, in a certain place, a cow went mad and attacked people. The local police dispatched officers to the urban-rural fringe. They fired more than forty shots at the cow with a Type 05, yet it wasn’t killed and was still frolicking around. In desperation, they brought in a Type 79 submachine gun, and it took only two shots to kill the mad cow.
After taking more than forty bullets, that cow must have been frightened mad, if it wasn’t already.
With Wang Fengnian’s security clearance, he could not yet know the true face of the Killing Game, but as a veteran officer, he could vaguely sense a tide of change. Most of the active Type 05s, 77s, and 64s were completely retired, replaced by the more powerful Type 54s and 92s. Superiors also began to actively encourage officers to carry guns after work. Moreover, whenever they encountered strange cases, mysterious individuals in black suits would appear at the crime scene to assist in solving them...
A storm is coming...
Wang Fengnian’s thoughts snapped back to reality. He scanned the pool of blood in the living room, which bore no footprints. He clung to the possibility that his neighbors across the hall, Zeng Weiming and Wang Fangni, might still be alive, and that the criminal might still be inside, preparing to escape. Sticking to the wall, he cautiously edged past the bloodstains and entered the house.
Li Ang followed behind Wang Fengnian, muttering, "If this is a murder scene, how did the killer manage to leave no footprints?"