Liang Wei’s sudden appearance caught everyone off guard.
Police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances surrounded the old streets beneath Hart Street in Sham Shui Po, blocking all passage. When Li Heng arrived, she saw the blurry figure on the rooftop of Desheng Building and her heart instantly tightened.
She pushed through the crowded streets and rushed toward the building. Just as she reached the ground floor, a wave of gasps erupted.
Liang Wei’s figure plummeted straight down from the rooftop—and in that instant, another figure lunged forward, grabbing hold of him with a death grip.
Shen Zhicheng’s arm veins bulged with the strain as he clung to Liang Wei’s wrist with all his might, half his body hanging over the edge, leaning out over the void.
Li Heng’s heart sank. A familiar pang of palpitation struck her violently. She watched helplessly as the two figures tangled together, dangling from the edge of a fourth-floor window, barely hanging on.
Her heart clenched—as if gripped by an invisible hand—and her face went pale.
The old residents and passersby screamed one after another. Some covered their children’s eyes and turned away, unable to watch.
In that critical moment, the two slid slowly down along the railing, finally crashing heavily onto the inflatable rescue cushion with a dull thud.
Shen Zhicheng lay on the cushion, dazed for a few seconds. He turned his head and glanced at Liang Wei’s ashen face beside him. Confirming the man was still alive, he cursed under his breath.
The scene was too shocking. The crowd erupted in chaos.
Someone clutched their chest, still shaken: “That scared the life out of me!”
“I think I heard that officer say he might be a suspect in the stove body case?”
“Could it be a suicide attempt out of guilt…”
West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit Team A officers quickly stepped forward, handcuffing Liang Wei’s wrists.
Liang Wei offered no resistance. He lay limp on the cushion, his face showing no trace of the harrowing ordeal—only hollow emptiness and numbness.
A bitter smile tugged at his gaunt, sunken cheeks. “Can’t live right, can’t die right either.”
Old You stepped forward, his tone serious: “You are suspected of being involved in a murder case in Sham Shui Po six years ago. Please come back to the station with us for questioning.”
His gaze fell on Liang Wei’s bleeding arm, then shifted to Shen Zhicheng.
“Madam, both are injured.”
Li Heng’s gaze turned to Shen Zhicheng.
She hadn’t expected to see him here. This spoiled Shen family heir had always shown reluctance ever since being assigned to handle the old Sham Shui Po plot. At first, he’d occasionally show up to appease his family—but once the novelty wore off, he’d stopped appearing altogether.
Who would have thought he’d actually rush in to save someone?
Right now, the rich young master’s face was dark, his hair damp with cold sweat, making his eyes appear even darker and brighter.
He casually wiped the dust from his face, his expression carrying the irritation of being dragged into trouble.
Li Heng glanced at his forearm. “Are you alright?”
The wound was likely from the railing scraping them when the two were dangling from the fourth-floor window, slowly sliding down.
It was precisely that moment of deceleration that bought them critical time—allowing them to land safely on the inflatable cushion.
At Li Heng’s reminder, Shen Zhicheng finally registered the dull pain from his wound.
Medical personnel stepped in to treat his injury. Crisis negotiator Lin Ziqian led his team downstairs to hand over the scene to Li Heng.
“Thank goodness that officer reacted quickly—otherwise it would’ve been a disaster.”
Li Heng interrupted: “He’s not police personnel.”
Shen Zhicheng put up a nonchalant front, telling the medic dressing his wound: “Ease up. That’s too hard.”
Li Heng discussed the scene details with Lin Ziqian while glancing up at Shen Zhicheng.
This man was so demanding—picky about every little thing during his wound dressing—yet the corner of his mouth had quietly lifted.
Being called “officer”… had it actually pleased him?
…
Shen Zhicheng and Liang Wei were both taken to the nearest hospital for examination.
Per police procedure, both the Good Samaritan and the attempted jumper were required to undergo full medical evaluations and cooperate with the follow-up investigation.
After handling the preliminary matters, Lin Jiacong hurried over to Li Heng: “Madam, Mr. Shen and Liang Wei have been taken to the treatment room for their wounds.”
“As a primary suspect in the six-year-old murder case, Liang Wei needs to have blood samples drawn for DNA comparison with the hair strands found in the victim’s clothing fibers.”
“Additionally, per regulations, we also need to collect Mr. Shen’s blood sample for the DNA database, to facilitate future exclusionary purposes.”
“Follow procedure,” Li Heng said.
Lin Jiacong stood there for a moment. Seeing that Madam had no intention of personally dealing with Shen Zhicheng, he sighed and steeled himself to go back and handle the troublesome Shen family heir.
Fortunately, Shen Zhicheng proved more accommodating with him than with Madam—no fussing, and the process went smoothly.
Only after the blood collection was completed did Lin Jiacong breathe a sigh of relief.
Li Heng and her team went through official procedures to take Shen Zhicheng’s statement.
“I’ll be recording your statement now. Everything you say will be documented and used for—”
Shen Zhicheng leaned back on the corridor bench, his tone as flippant as ever: “A concerned citizen is certainly happy to cooperate with the police.”
The officers began questioning him about the details of the incident.
At the time, the situation had been urgent. Shen Zhicheng had rushed up to the rooftop alone because he was worried that another death at Desheng Building would affect the subsequent assessment of the old site. Now, as he recalled Liang Wei’s words and actions on the rooftop, he remembered every detail clearly. His answers were well-organized and to the point, with clear focus.
Such a statement made things easy.
As they finished, hurried yet steady footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.
Shen Chongnian walked in, leaning on his cane, supported by Uncle Xiang, with the hospital director following close behind and a line of medical staff flanking them. The oppressive presence made the entire corridor feel heavier.
He spotted Shen Zhicheng from afar and paused. His sharp gaze swept over his grandson from head to toe, finally fixing on his bandaged arm—and his expression darkened further.
“Grandfather.” Shen Zhicheng stood up with a smile. “It’s not like I fell half to death. You didn’t have to come all this way.”
“You…” Shen Chongnian raised his hand as if to strike, but stopped mid-air. In the end, his cane struck the ground hard. “Reckless!”
Shen Zhicheng didn’t even flinch, grinning cheekily: “Arms and legs are all here. Nothing happened.”
Shen Chongnian snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding officers.
Uncle Xiang quickly stepped forward and said respectfully: “Master, this is the Chief Inspector from West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit. Madam Li is handling the Sham Shui Po case.”
Shen Zhicheng curled his lip dismissively.
Shen Chongnian was about to scold him for his rudeness when Li Heng stepped forward.
She gave a slight nod, her tone steady: “Mr. Shen, your grandson was very brave today.”
Shen Chongnian had spent half his life in the business world, accustomed to flattery. But now, looking at this composed, capable young female officer who carried herself with neither arrogance nor servility, something in him softened. His expression eased slightly.
Shen Zhicheng blinked, surprised that this stone-faced cop had actually taken the initiative to praise him.
He immediately puffed up with pride, casually bracing one hand against the wall, deliberately striking a dashing pose.
“Before the response team arrived, he didn’t hesitate to lunge forward and save someone. If the fire department hadn’t managed to set up the cushion in time while they were dangling mid-air, the consequences would have been unthinkable.” Li Heng’s tone was calm. “That takes guts.”
She finished with a light, understated follow-up: “Even trained personnel wouldn’t dare do that.”
Shen Chongnian’s face changed dramatically. He whipped his head toward Shen Zhicheng, his gaze sharp and filled with belated fear.
Shen Zhicheng couldn’t believe it. Before he could defend himself, the cane came down hard.
“Are you tired of living?”
“If something happened to you, how would I explain it to your parents?”
Shen Zhicheng took the hit, wincing in pain: “If something really happened, I’d go down there and tell them myself.”
Thud! The cane landed even harder.
In the chaos, Shen Zhicheng caught a faint smile curling at the corner of Li Heng’s mouth. She closed her notepad with an air of triumph and turned to leave with her team.
“Grandfather, she did that on purpose!” Shen Zhicheng clutched his arm and protested. “She’s getting back at me!”
“Since when does a Chief Inspector have a grudge against you? She’s a hundred times more sensible than you.”
“She changes her face!”
“Shut up. Stop gossiping behind people’s backs.”
Li Heng walked away lightly, her back relaxed and composed, clearly in excellent spirits.
“Taking sides with outsiders over your own obedient grandson.” Shen Zhicheng stood there, full of resentment. “No justice.”
…
Several officers stood guard outside Liang Wei’s hospital room. Seeing Li Heng, they quickly stepped forward.
“The suspect’s injuries are more serious than Mr. Shen’s.”
“The doctor said there are no fractures, but he has multiple abrasions and needs to be observed overnight.”
Just then, Old You and Fang Zhishan came out of the room.
“Madam.” Old You’s tone was barely able to contain his excitement. “Liang Wei asked to see you.”
Li Heng pushed open the door and walked into the room.
Liang Wei was propped up on the hospital bed, looking at her. “You’re the lead investigator? I… want to confess.”
The room fell silent for a moment.
“That’s not confessing.” Li Heng pulled a notepad from Fang Zhishan’s hand and flipped it open, sitting down on the chair beside the bed. “That’s getting caught.”
“Let’s begin.” She held up her pen. “Tell us about your crime.”
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