"Did you offend someone again? Did you tell them they wouldn't be able to afford more than four dishes their whole life?" Jiang Cheng released the boy, deciding not to scare him anymore. After all, he was a pitiful person.

The boy wiped away tears with the back of his hand, shaking his head as he cried, "No, really no, it was the police. They kept saying I knew about the student protests and forced me to identify the ringleader. I said I didn't know, so they threatened to make me pay them five silver dollars to let me go, or else... or else they'd throw me in jail. But where would I get five silver dollars?"

Seeing the boy's ragged clothes and mud-caked shoes, looking like a little beggar, Fatty couldn't help but think of Little Beggar and offered comfort, "Don't be scared, we won't hit you. Meeting you here is fate. By the way, have you eaten?"

The boy looked up, and his stomach rumbled loudly at the mention of food.

Fatty understood immediately. Together with Jiang Cheng, he took the boy to a street stall selling sesame cakes and ordered five cakes and a bowl of mutton soup for him.

Seeing the food, the boy didn't immediately reach out. Instead, he cautiously looked at Jiang Cheng, then at Fatty.

"Eat quickly," Fatty said, pushing the sesame cakes toward him.

"I don't have any money," the boy said softly.

"Consider it my treat. I can only treat you to this, because I can't even afford four hot dishes myself," Jiang Cheng said casually, leaning back in his chair.

Sensing that Jiang Cheng meant no harm, the boy began to eat ravenously. Fatty told him to slow down, that no one was going to take it from him, and that he could buy him more if he wasn't full, it wasn't much money.

Hearing this, the boy choked up and started crying again.

Jiang Cheng didn't like seeing people cry, and he frowned involuntarily. "That's enough. A real man doesn't cry. If you have something to say, say it. It's just a meal, what's the big deal? You can pay us back when you make money in the future."

"No one has ever been this nice to me. Thank you, you're good people." The boy's shoulders trembled as he sobbed. "I'm sorry, I wasn't telling you the truth. Actually, I know who the leader is among the students who were arrested. I'm on the streets every day, and I've seen them leading the slogans more than once, but... but I can't say. If I do, they'll be in danger. But I was afraid the police would beat me, so I had to run away from Shanghai."

Fatty was stunned by this, then felt a deep respect for the beggar-like boy in front of him.

"Stall owner!" Jiang Cheng called out.

The middle-aged man who was busy at the stall immediately dropped what he was doing and trotted over. Before he could speak to Jiang Cheng, he immediately glared at the ragged boy. "Where did this little beggar come from, daring to scavenge for scraps here? Looks like your skin is itching!" He picked up a long stool from the ground, threatening to hit the boy.

Fatty stood up and shielded the boy. "What are you doing?"

The stall owner looked at Fatty, then at the boy, momentarily confused.

Jiang Cheng took out five silver dollars from his pocket, lined them up, and placed them in front of the middle-aged man. Pointing to the boy's frightened face, he said, "Remember his face. He'll be coming here to eat every day from now on. Whatever he wants, you give it to him. Take the money for the meals from these silver dollars, understand?"

The stall owner froze for a few seconds, then seemed to reboot, immediately changing his expression. He smiled broadly as he put the silver dollars into his sleeve, bowing to the boy with a grin. "This young master, just come directly to me from now on. Order whatever you want, sesame cakes and mutton soup are all you can eat, don't be shy."

After seeing the stall owner off, Jiang Cheng looked at the stunned boy and said seriously, "A gentleman never forgets righteousness in the face of danger. You did very well. There's a traitor in Shanghai named Song Ke Li who sells out his friends for personal gain. He's lived most of his life without seeing things as clearly as you do."

"Song Ke Li? The painter Song Ke Li?" Hearing this name, the boy immediately sat up straight.

"What, you know him too?"

"Of course!" The boy took a bite of his sesame cake and pulled a newspaper from his ragged cloth bag, handing it to Jiang Cheng. "Look, the big traitor Song Ke Li is in the news. Yesterday's front page. He's colluding with the Japanese, betraying his friends, and stealing our national treasures. He deserves to die!"

"Song Ke Li... is dead?" Although he wasn't surprised by the outcome, hearing it firsthand still felt different. Fatty loathed this person, and his death put Fatty's mind at ease, considering it revenge for Master Ke and the others.

Taking the newspaper, Jiang Cheng examined it closely. Sure enough, the front-page headline was about this matter, with the title framed in black for emphasis.

The general content was similar to what the boy had said. Jiang Cheng inferred from the contents that after they left that night, the Bao Mo Zhai shopkeeper and the others had captured Song Ke Li and the Japanese to parade them through the streets.

After all, they were caught red-handed, causing an uproar throughout Shanghai. Song Ke Li had already been half-scared to death by the Gui Jun incident, and he couldn't withstand this torment. Before long, he passed away.

The report described in detail how Song Ke Li seemed to see an extremely terrifying scene before he died, shouting loudly at the air in front of him, "I'm sorry, let me go, I know I was wrong!" He trembled all over, losing control of his bowels, and died in a very undignified manner, his eyes wide open, unable to close.

Everyone said that the wronged souls of Master Ke and the others had returned to seek revenge, and Song Ke Li's fate was well-deserved.

Most importantly, the lost *Gui Jun Tu* painting, along with other antiques, had been recovered. These treasures were naturally in the hands of the Japanese, but they weren't returned willingly.

They feared that the matter would be exposed and they would lose face in front of other foreign envoys, so they secretly contacted the relevant personnel and offered to exchange these treasures for the captured Japanese.

In any case, the national treasure was recovered, and Master Ke and his colleagues could rest in peace.

Looking at this ordinary newspaper, Jiang Cheng felt a surge of unease. The last time, the Roman Hotel fire case had appeared in the same position on the front page.

Behind these seemingly bizarre and离奇 cases, there was an invisible hand at work. Jiang Cheng had a feeling that he was very close to the newspaper man.

But Jiang Cheng was more interested in the other party's purpose. The Roman Hotel fire case led to a human trafficking case, and several masterminds and participants were burned to death in the fire. The key to breaking the case was the Nether Mirror.

The subsequent Su Manor haunting case led to a national treasure theft case. Master Ke and seven others even gave their lives for it. Likewise, the result was that the Japanese conspiracy was foiled, and the traitor Song Ke Li deserved to die. This time, the key to breaking the case was changed to the *Gui Jun Tu* painting.