National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 1256 - 1183: Liu Wenkai’s White Shirt

Chapter 1256: Chapter 1183: Liu Wenkai’s White Shirt

Liu Wenkai fastened the top button of his white shirt, adjusted his bow tie, and looked in the mirror.

As a criminal investigator, the long-dreamed-of white shirt was so easily obtained. Liu Wenkai was truly... speechless about this "Tangyun Spa." The uniform was one thing, but wearing a white shirt with a bow tie felt targeted.

Opposite him, the female officer, Shi Xiaoman, was also in a full professional JK uniform, with gold-rimmed glasses and black stockings, looking even better than someone from No. 88.

"Ahem..." Liu Wenkai adjusted his posture, saying, "Once this operation is done, we have to get rid of this white shirt from their place. Is this how white shirts are supposed to be used?"

Female officer Shi Xiaoman, sitting and applying makeup, smiled and said, "After this case is closed, you should tell the squad captain that the owner of this place ought to wear a white shirt to apologize to you."

"I’m just saying." Liu Wenkai, unsure of where the other party stood, dared not say more and sat down on the farthest chair, adding, "Make me look younger, like someone who just graduated, but not like a school kid. More like a high school graduate who stayed home for a few years before starting work."

The makeup artist responded with a "hm" and started working.

Liu Wenkai stared intently in the mirror, asking, "Did you get that?"

"Not difficult," the makeup artist confidently replied.

Shi Xiaoman smiled beside them and said, "Mr. Li used to be a makeup artist at Changying Factory, still works with film crews and fashion shows, and has done makeup for many stars. This time, because of a concert, our chief called in Mr. Li."

The makeup artist’s expression shifted slightly, saying, "I told them once I’m done with your makeup, I’ll head back. Even your chief can’t change that."

Shi Xiaoman displayed a charming smile, offering comfort without resolution, "Don’t worry, once our task is completed, I’ll find a car to send you back."

"Who knows how long your mission will last..."

"Once you’ve finished my makeup, the timing will be just about right," Liu Wenkai said, his gaze shifting to the side as he asked, "Is everyone in place? What’s Ren Kuangshan’s status?"

"Everyone’s in position. Ren Kuangshan is having a foot bath, likely chatting with the masseur. He has a bag with him. We didn’t go in, afraid to alert him," the subordinate reported earnestly.

Liu Wenkai acknowledged with a "hm," suppressing his emotions and patiently waiting for the makeup to be completed.

A final look in the mirror made Liu Wenkai feel like he had shed ten years, resembling a twenty-something unsure of his career, like a male attendant.

"Let’s go." Liu Wenkai called Shi Xiaoman over and said softly, "Check your equipment."

"Okay." Shi Xiaoman followed Liu Wenkai for a couple of steps, glanced at him, and whispered, "Is he carrying a gun?"

"Your question is just like your team captain’s," Liu Wenkai paused and replied, "I don’t know. It’s possible."

"Shouldn’t we wear bulletproof vests?"

Liu Wenkai chuckled, "I’m wearing an extra jacket, while you’re wearing... If we wore bulletproof vests, others would notice."

"If he fires..."

"Even with bulletproof vests, if he shoots at our heads, the result is the same," Liu Wenkai said, looking sideways at Shi Xiaoman. "The key is to get close. As long as we’re close enough, pouncing to hold his hand in about ten seconds, backup will be here."

"I understand," Shi Xiaoman replied with a smile, looking at Liu Wenkai. "So, are you not nervous anymore?"

Liu Wenkai was startled and said, "Since you put it that way... well, thanks for the reassurance."

"You’re welcome," Shi Xiaoman paused before adding, "Let me go first later."

"This..." Liu Wenkai didn’t agree immediately.

Shi Xiaoman extended her leg forward, saying, "If I don’t go first, won’t these appealing black stockings go to waste?"

Sending the female officer ahead to divert Ren Kuangshan’s attention, with Liu Wenkai following to assist, was the safest approach.

Liu Wenkai quickly decided, nodding vigorously, "Then I won’t be polite. You go ahead, and I’ll follow with a tray."

After making their decision, they communicated via radio to their team, then approached the door of the large private room Ren Kuangshan had reserved.

Liu Wenkai and Shi Xiaoman exchanged confirming glances.

Shi Xiaoman stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Hello VIP, enhancing service."

There was no sound from Ren Kuangshan inside the private room.

Liu Wenkai signaled with his eyes again.

Knock, knock.

Shi Xiaoman said seductively, "Hello VIP, I’m here to enhance your service."

With that, she didn’t wait for a reply from inside and directly pushed the door open.

Ren Kuangshan, who was negotiating prices with the masseur, did not suspect danger. Half lying on the lounge chair, he frowned and looked over, displeased, "Stop with the enhancements; I don’t like membership cards."

"No problem, no card, no card. I’ll give you a massage, two people, double the comfort," Shi Xiaoman said, dragging a small suitcase and walking in with a sway of her hips.

Liu Wenkai, in his white shirt, black shoes, black bow tie, and holding a thick stainless steel tray, followed closely behind Shi Xiaoman, eyes downcast and polite. As he entered, he lowered his voice and said, "Hello VIP, the club is offering you a fruit platter."

Ren Kuangshan replied with a "hm," and, with an informed tone, lectured, "Don’t deliver things in the middle of a service..."

As he spoke, Shi Xiaoman reached Ren Kuangshan.

Ren Kuangshan’s right hand was playing with his phone, while his left hand rested casually at his waist, raising questions about whether he had a weapon there.

There was no time to think. Shi Xiaoman slightly accelerated, lightly taking two steps to the right.

Liu Wenkai pounced like a fierce cat, abandoning the stainless-steel tray initially meant as a shield. His right hand pulled out a stun baton and went for Ren Kuangshan’s side.

In an instant, Ren Kuangshan jolted upright, surprised.

After several days on the run, he’d been on edge. Realizing the situation, his heart pounded. Kicking away the masseur at his feet, he sprang off the lounge chair, throwing his phone and reaching for his waist.

Shi Xiaoman, closer to Ren Kuangshan, had been on high alert. Knowing her strength was weaker, she quickly dipped her waist, pivoted slightly, and kicked.

Bang.

Shi Xiaoman’s high heel jabbed Ren Kuangshan’s arm, weakening his grip.

Sizzle...

Liu Wenkai’s stun baton hit Ren Kuangshan.

Ren Kuangshan’s eyes widened, he shuddered once, then went still.

Boom!

Several detectives burst into the room, flooding in.

Armed with guns, shields, helmets, and batons, they crowded the large room within seconds.

The masseur, just kicked to the ground, squatted, looking up only to see black guns pointed down.