Chapter 1 Qiao Yu!

Qiao Yu!

The call was actually from Qiao Yu!

"What...what's going on?" The man's reaction was more intense than anyone else's. His brother, Qiao Yu, was dead. He knew that better than anyone.

And it had been confirmed by the police.

A normal person would hang up the video call, even if someone had hacked the account as a prank, but the man seemed bewitched. His hand trembled, and he answered the video.

Hua Luo, who was closest to him, reached out to stop him, but she was too late.

"Scrape—"

"Scrape—"

......

Strange scraping sounds came from the video, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling, as if someone was shuffling their shoes, their feet not leaving the rough ground as they moved forward.

Now that things had come to this, the group mustered their courage and crowded around, staring at the phone screen.

The video was dark, apparently taken in an underground parking garage. There were even echoes around, and everyone held their breath.

No one appeared. The picture looked like someone was holding a phone, live streaming.

The turning point came after about half a minute. The picture turned, and the person live streaming entered a dimly lit stairwell.

Near the door of the stairwell was a light blue sign. Although the picture only lingered for less than two seconds, everyone clearly saw the words on the sign.

Hezong Culture Group.

Followed by the number 9.

"It went to Hezong Culture Group." The fatty slammed the table and stood up, excitedly saying, "It wants to...it wants to destroy the clues!"

Although they knew that this was likely a ghost's conspiracy to lure them over, there was no better way now.

Because only there could they find the last Guaitan (Weird Tale).

Without delay, the group immediately set off, but the man grabbed Jiao Tailang's clothes. "I'm going with you. This matter is also related to my brother."

It was clear that the man had never given up investigating the real cause of his brother Qiao Yu's death all these years. Only with the appearance of these people in front of him did he feel that things were progressing.

The events of the past few days gave him a premonition that he was about to uncover the truth.

"You're not like us." Jiao Tailang pinched the man's hand, trying to make him let go. "I can't explain the reason to you, but you should be able to see that this matter is more complicated than you think," he advised.

But the man's persistence exceeded his imagination. "I know there might be danger, but Qiao Yu is my brother, my own brother! I must know what exactly killed him!"

The man was emotional, and his voice grew louder.

The argument in the room attracted the attention of the waiter outside the door, and a man in a suit, who seemed to be the manager.

Seeing that there might be trouble, Chu Jiu immediately got up and walked to the door.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," she explained to the people outside the door with a smile, and closed the door at the same time. "We're from the film crew, here for a meal, and the director is guiding the actors to rehearse."

Perhaps it was because this little girl looked too well-behaved, instinctively making everyone feel that she wouldn't lie, and the people outside dispersed.

The manager even kindly reminded her to keep her voice down and not disturb others.

Chu Jiu readily agreed.

"This matter is dangerous, you might die, think carefully." Jiang Cheng reached out and patted the man's arm that was grabbing Jiao Tailang, signaling him to let go.

The man slowly released his hand.

"And if you are in danger, we will not risk our lives to save you." Jiang Cheng looked at him calmly. "Everyone only has one life."

"I know, I can be responsible for my own actions!" the man said, panting.

"Then there's no problem." Jiang Cheng turned and opened the door. "Let's go, we don't have money, you have to pay the fare."

"Okay."

Hua Luo found the location of Hezong Culture Group online, and then directly called two taxis to go there. After getting out of the car, they were in front of a lead-gray building.

After entering, they learned that Hezong Culture Group occupied the 9th and 13th floors of the building.

Seeing that everyone was walking towards the staircase, the man turned his head and glanced at the elevator not far away, and asked suspiciously, "There's an elevator here."

"Just follow us." Seeing that the man opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something else, the fatty interrupted, "Don't ask why."

The man thought for a while and chose to shut up.

In a hurry, everyone climbed to the 9th floor. The room 910 had appeared in the video left by Liu Guo. The letter was sent from this room.

After knocking on the door, without waiting for a response from the inside, Hua Luo took the lead to push the door open and enter.

Inside was an office, relatively large, but very messy. The left side was relatively normal, with a small sofa. Opposite the door was a desk, which was filled with various books and envelopes made of kraft paper.

Jiang Cheng walked over and saw that one of the envelopes had been opened, and the paper inside was spread out on the desk.

"It's the draft of the painting." Jiang Cheng picked it up, glanced at it briefly, and said.

"Who are you?" The door was pushed open, and a woman wearing casual clothes walked in. She was not very old and wore black-rimmed glasses, but she spoke with great authority.

Especially when she saw the drafts in Jiang Cheng's hand, her face immediately changed, and her voice became louder. "What are you doing? Why..."

Hua Luo slowly took out a police officer's ID, took a few steps forward, and waved it in front of the woman. "We're here today mainly to understand some things. Please cooperate."

"Police..." The woman's eyes scanned Hua Luo's dress back and forth. Obviously, the police in her impression were not like this.

"We are on official business." Hua Luo's stern aura suppressed the woman tightly. She casually pointed to the fatty and the man who had come with them, and said in a cold tone, "They are all suspects we have arrested. I dressed like this just to confuse them."

Jiang Cheng also cooperated with Hua Luo. Jiao Tailang sternly told the fatty and the man to stand against the wall and not listen to what they shouldn't.

After a round of scaring, the woman actually believed them. Jiang Cheng took out a small notebook and pretended to ask the woman questions.

The woman's name was Li Zumei, and she was the chief editor of Hezong Culture Group, mainly responsible for receiving and reviewing manuscripts. This was her office.

"Do you know Lin Chen?" Jiang Cheng raised his head and glanced at Li Zumei indifferently.

Just this glance made Li Zumei more certain of their identities. She swallowed and lowered her voice, "Actually, after you revealed your identities, I roughly knew that you were here for that matter. The last...the last police officer who came has already told me."

Jiang Cheng stopped writing, looked at her, and didn't answer.

Saying too much at this time would easily reveal their disguise.

Jiao Tailang was always vigilant about the movements outside the door. After all, the guy who made the call had not yet appeared. Who knew if he would open the door and find it lying outside.