An hour later, Li Hao stood in the study of Zhao Lichun's residence, where a thick, suffocating smell of blood hung heavily in the air. Zhao Lichun collapsed beside the desk, still gripping an old-fashioned pistol. Blood stained the floor in a shocking and horrifying display.
"Secretary Li, we found a suicide note at the scene," a police officer said, walking over to hand him a file bag.
Li Hao took the file bag and opened it to reveal Zhao Lichun's scrawled, distorted handwriting, brimming with remorse and despair.
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