My Life with Narration

Chapter 373 - 370: Stay With Me for a While, Pretend You’re Seeing Me Off

It’s over, I’ve been exposed!

At this moment, this was his only thought. As someone who worked in the police department and had been involved in this case, his identity was recognized in front of the murderer.

Instantly, various plots from Hong Kong films, crime films, and anti-drug films flashed through his mind, imagining the confessions and inhuman torture an undercover agent would face once discovered, even the plot of "Mission Impossible" popped up.

Su: "Give me a chance?"

Zhang: "How should I give you a chance?"

Su: "I had no choice but to become a special-appointed officer at the police station, but now I want to be an ordinary person!"

Zhang: "Sure, tell that to my Bone-Carving Knife, see if it lets you be an ordinary person?"

Su: "Does that mean you want me dead?"

Zhang: "Sorry, am I a murderer?"

Su: "Who knows?"

Then Zhang Heng took out a Bone-Carving Knife and held it to his neck, and at this moment, some pedestrian or police officer should appear on the bridge, rushing out to uphold justice, in the end, Zhang Heng would be provoked, slash his throat, and jump off the bridge himself, leaving no survivors.

Damn, just this plot could shoot two episodes of a TV drama, fortunately, things didn’t develop in that clichéd direction.

While he was lost in thought, Zhang Heng spoke again: "Coming or not?"

The voice came, pulling him back to reality. When he realized it, he couldn’t help but let out a deep breath of relief, not expecting to break out in a cold sweat on a cool night.

Seeing Zhang Heng still sitting in place, he couldn’t help but feel relieved. Damn, I’m not even a real cop, exposed my ass, besides, the other guy didn’t seem to have a weapon, the main thing being, the narrator suggested Zhang Heng wasn’t dangerous to strangers.

And through the prompt just now, it was evident the situation had changed.

If he called the police now, at most Zhang Heng would jump off the bridge to commit suicide before the police arrived, and there wouldn’t be a car accident, but the truth of the matter might really be impossible to find out.

After all, if the person’s dead, how to investigate? Unless other clues can be found proving Zhang Heng is the murderer, but what’s the use then?

Hearing this, Su Qing thought for a moment, and finally still walked towards him, standing two steps away.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng couldn’t help but smile and say: "Really, I didn’t expect to be watched as soon as I came back. As expected, the seamless cover I thought was just wishful thinking, but you really don’t look like a cop at all."

Saying this, he picked up the white wine bottle and took a swig.

Wearing a dirty half-sleeve shirt, with cement stains, his whole appearance was disheveled, with stubble and bloodshot eyes.

Obviously, his psychological pressure during this period was by no means small.

He had underestimated the police’s capabilities, thinking he had been exposed and had been living on the run these days, little did he know, the police still hadn’t found evidence that he was the murderer, only suspicion, if there was real evidence, they would have issued a warrant and arrested him, could they have let him be out of touch for so many days and even return to Jiang City safely?

In response, Su Qing opened his mouth, wanting to say he wasn’t really a police officer, but somehow it didn’t seem convincing.

"What? Want to arrest me? Do you want to earn a merit?" Saying this, Zhang Heng stood up against the railing, raising his hands in a handcuffed gesture.

[If you take action, he will resist and then quickly jump down!]

The narrator’s prompt echoed in his mind.

"I want to know, how did you figure out I was a cop?" Su Qing asked.

Hearing this, Zheng Heng gave a slight smile and said: "You’ve been following me for so long, plus wandering around me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, if you’re not a cop, then what are you? Do you see anyone else around?"

These days, he had been highly alert and sensitive. When he passed by a bridal shop with Liu Shuzhu, the two of them glanced at each other, and after making a big circle, they met again on this deserted bridge, which undoubtedly confirmed his suspicion.

"Maybe I’m just passing by?" Su Qing countered.

"Isn’t it confirmed by now, you should have called the police, right?" Zhang Heng smiled, his tone unexpectedly light.

Hearing this, Su Qing was speechless, indeed, he was still too inexperienced. If it were Li Zijun or Du Qiang, professionals like them would have done a much better job than him.

After thinking it over, he still decided to speak up, after all, Zhang Heng’s desire to commit suicide was very strong now. Comparing the physiques of the two, he felt that even if he hugged the other, it would be to no avail.

How can a skinny young man who fiddles with computers at home every day and doesn’t exercise wrestle with a man at the peak of his prime?

The most crucial thing is, the man is making a living on the construction site, selling strength, maybe not as bulky as a gym trainer but certainly much stronger than an average person would imagine.

"I’m actually not a cop, but I do know what you did, I have a friend who is a cop, although I know you killed someone, I think... it might be justified!"

He thought about it in his mind for a while before saying these words.

Sure enough, hearing what he said, Zhang Heng was visibly taken aback. Obviously, if the other was truly a cop, he would have acted and arrested him already, there was no need to lie to him, the key being, that phrase ’justified’ truly struck a chord in Zhang Heng’s heart.

"Ha, hahaha, I told you, you didn’t seem like a cop, but thanks anyway, even like this you still speak on my behalf, no need, I know what I did, at worst I’ll repay with my life, pay with life for murder, repay debt with money, it’s a matter of course!" Zhang Heng laughed twice, then lay on the bridge railing, drinking as he spoke.