Chapter 104 Corpses and Maps

In the hotel room,

the old man's suitcase sat in the center.

The old man inside

had already gone cold.

Zhou Ze stood with his hands on his hips,

biting his lip.

Lawyer An was somewhat embarrassed, smoking constantly.

The old man had already been seriously injured when he was captured,

then stuffed into the suitcase,

where he'd been cooped up for a full day and night.

The poor old man failed to create a miracle of life,

nor could he stubbornly survive.

He kicked the bucket,

and his departure wasn't very peaceful.

Actually, the original plan was to start the interrogation last night, but something happened last night that no one could have foreseen.

Moreover, to be precise, Zhou Ze couldn't really blame Lawyer An and the old Taoist; he was mostly to blame himself.

Because Zhang Yanfeng said that when he found Zhou Ze last night, the old man was trying to "escape," but was stopped.

And after returning to the hotel,

Zhou Ze was busy showering and sleeping with Yingying,

and never thought to let the old man out of the suitcase to get some air, or give him something to eat or drink.

Although the old man deserved to die, even to the point of being utterly heinous,

this method of death was truly inhumane.

"The person is already dead, and I didn't sense his soul either; it's probably scattered directly.

So,

what should we do next?"

Zhou Ze sat down on the edge of the bed, signaling everyone to brainstorm, a leader's way of passing the buck.

The old man had already suffered a great loss of vital energy. With the destruction of the three puppets, his soul was also hit with a backlash. When the body lost its vitality, the fragile soul, without the protection of the flesh, likely dissipated immediately.

"There's no way to find him now."

Lawyer An was also clueless.

The old man was the one stirring up trouble in the mountains, and Lin Ke also disappeared into the mountains without a trace. The original plan was to extract information about Lin Ke and the clues to that force from the old man's mouth.

Now,

it's all gone.

No one can keep a secret better than a dead man.

"Ah! Red wine!"

Yingying, standing next to Zhou Ze, suddenly shouted.

Then, Yingying immediately ran to the luggage area and took out a package.

Red wine?

Zhou Ze knew that Lawyer An had ordered a very expensive bottle of red wine at the hotel yesterday but didn't finish it, and Yingying had taken it with her when she packed.

At the time, he felt very gratified.

She really was a thrifty and home-loving girl.

But right now...

Yingying took out a small notebook and some other miscellaneous things, and put them on the bed.

"Boss, these are the old man's things; they were collected together. I don't know if there are any clues."

Lawyer An stood up with some surprise and picked up the notebook first. Generally speaking, people seemed to like to record important things in notebooks.

However, after opening the notebook, it only recorded dates and names.

"Sun Juan, Hu Xiuyu, Qu Lanlan, Liang Shuhua..."

Lawyer An asked with some doubt,

"What are all these?" Lawyer An was completely confused.

"Let me see." Zhou Ze reached out.

Lawyer An tossed the notebook to Zhou Ze, and it landed on the bed in front of him.

When Zhou Ze reached for the notebook, he noticed two black hairs on the bed.

At first, he didn't pay attention,

but when he opened the notebook and flipped through the pages,

Zhou Ze found that there were black hairs stuck between some of the pages as well.

Then,

thinking of how each page only had a date and a name,

Zhou Ze suddenly threw the notebook on the ground with great disgust.

It was dirty.

"Boss, did you find anything?"

Zhang Yanfeng, standing next to Zhou Ze, picked up the notebook and began flipping through it out of professional instinct.

"Don't bother looking. It's just a 'day' journal."

And a genuine "day" journal at that.

Zhou Ze got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he came out,

he found that Lawyer An, who had just thrown the notebook away, had picked it up again,

and was savoring it as he flipped through it.

Obviously,

he understood what this notebook was used to record.

Now he was tasting the flavor of it.

"Aren't you disgusted?" Zhou Ze asked, shaking the water off his hands.

"Tsk, tsk..." Lawyer An shook his head. "Quite interesting. Seeing objects and thinking of people, this old thing really knew how to have fun.

I've heard that some corrupt officials had many mistresses, and each one pulled out a hair, and they even made a few writing brushes to put on their desks as decorations and play with when they had nothing to do."

Zhang Yanfeng was searching the old man's body.

In this regard,

Old Zhang always adhered to his usual diligence.

You could say he was useless, but sometimes he was very useful.

As it happened,

Old Zhang actually found a cell phone on the old man.

"Didn't you search him before?" Zhang Yanfeng asked, holding the phone.

"No, we folded him up and threw him in the suitcase and left the hotel. We didn't have time to interrogate him before we were drugged," Lawyer An smiled, putting the notebook aside. "What's on the phone? Take a look."

"It's out of power," Zhang Yanfeng replied. "And probably has been for a long time."

Yes,

if the phone had power before,

maybe the old man would have called for help long ago,

because everyone knew that the old man had a force behind him.

Even Feng Si'er of hell had to help that force clean up and sell favors, which was enough to show how vast that force was.

Although Lawyer An was still smiling, his face was actually a little ugly. He was in charge of handling this matter, but such a big mistake had occurred.

If the old man's phone had power to call for reinforcements when he and the old Taoist were asleep last night, then they would have been delivering themselves to the enemy.

He, who always prided himself on being cautious, almost caused a disaster due to negligence.

"Next time, leave this kind of thing to me."

Zhang Yanfeng said.

Lawyer An nodded, smiled, and said, "Old Zhang, I think I know why you were a criminal police captain for your whole life."

He left the room to go to the front desk to get a phone charger.

Lawyer An embarrassedly took out another cigarette, lit it, and muttered to himself, explaining,

"If it weren't for yesterday's trouble, all this could have been avoided."

Lawyer An was confident that he could use his methods to get the information he wanted from the living old man's mouth, so he didn't pay attention to other things.

"Well, it's okay, we didn't blame you."

Zhou Ze pointed to the red wine and said,

"Find some glasses; let's drink it."

"Okay, Boss."

When Yingying came back with the glasses, Zhang Yanfeng also returned, holding a power bank with one end plugged into the old man's phone.

"Found it."

As soon as he entered the door,

Zhang Yanfeng shouted.

Everyone stopped being in a hurry to drink and gathered around.

Even the black girl, who was sitting on the bed with an injured leg, came over to watch. No one knew what she was so curious about.

"There are markings on this map software." Zhang Yanfeng opened the software and pointed to the screen, saying, "This is a map of that mountainous area. There are two red dots here."

"That location is the trafficking village," the old Taoist confirmed. "There's no mistake. It's this location."

He was the one who drove into the mountain, so he was more familiar with the terrain.

"Then what location does the other red dot mark?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"I don't know. I can't search for what town it is," Zhang Yanfeng replied.

"Okay, then. Pack your things. Those who are splitting up should split up, and those who are setting off should set off. Let's try to catch the high-speed train this afternoon." As he said this, Zhou Ze glanced at the black girl lying on the bed and said to the old Taoist, "Old Taoist, you take her back to the Late Night Bookstore first and watch over her."

Her legs were inconvenient, and she was injured.

Taking her into the mountains would inevitably be a burden.

The old Taoist was overjoyed and immediately patted his chest, saying, "Boss, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

The danger of going into the mountains last time was still vivid in his mind.

"I'm saying, aren't you afraid that I'll control this old guy halfway and use him to threaten you?"

"..." The old Taoist.

"Squeak, squeak!" The monkey called out in dissatisfaction.

"It's okay. Even if you kill him, I won't be threatened to help you detoxify. Also, there are two people left in the Late Night Bookstore. You can kill them all, or try to threaten me with them; go ahead. See if I'll be threatened."

"..." The old Taoist.

"Okay, then you have to be careful and not die. If you die, I'm finished too."

"Can you say something auspicious?"

"When I used to watch TV dramas with Grandma, in the plot, when men and women parted, the woman would cry and shout to the man, 'You must come back safely,' and then that man would definitely die.

So I don't want to bless you."

"Well, not bad. You're very good."

After Zhou Ze finished speaking,

he walked to the dark-skinned girl,

bent down,

and smiled.

"The person who poisoned you, you've seen him. Whether it's someone else or yourself, you have a number in your heart as to whether it's possible to break this poison."

"I know."

The dark-skinned girl said seriously.

"Okay, everyone pack your things. Those splitting up should split up, and those setting off should set off. Let's try to catch the high-speed train this afternoon."

After Zhou Ze left with Yingying, Lawyer An, and Zhang Yanfeng,

the old Taoist also packed his things and came over with the monkey.

"Girl, let me carry you downstairs."

The old Taoist had always been kind-hearted to young children.

That wasn't fake.

Even when he went out to play, he wouldn't be like those stinky men who liked to find young girls.

He felt guilty, so he mostly found older women.

The dark-skinned girl didn't object.

She let the old Taoist carry her out of the room.

When they were taking the elevator downstairs,

the old Taoist said,

"Oh, right, there's also a wheelchair in the Late Night Bookstore. When you get back to the bookstore, you can use it. I'm telling you, it's very useful. You'll definitely like it."

"Thank you." The dark-skinned girl hesitated for a moment and said, "You seem to be the only good person among them. I hope good people are rewarded."

"Hehe, you're welcome, you're welcome.

That's right.

I, the poor Taoist, am a benevolent and charitable person who accumulates virtue and does good deeds throughout his life, so I've always had good luck.

Wherever I go, I bring prosperity. Whichever company I work for, that company will be lucky. For example, the poor Taoist was in Rongcheng the year before last...

Uh,

whoever is with me will have good luck. For example, Wang Mazi's family, who runs a dog meat restaurant in Xuzhou...

Uh,

anyway,

girl,

you go back with me. I guarantee you'll have a smooth journey. Don't panic!"