A whole show put on by Wu Yuefeng was fully filmed, in high definition and close-up, then quickly sent via a special server and a secret line to Jun Mengyao.
Jun Mengyao sat there and watched it from beginning to end with great seriousness.
The subordinates of the Night Demon organization clicked their tongues. "The Grand Commander is truly amazing for being able to watch this without feeling disgusted."
After a long while, Jun Mengyao rose. Her graceful figure, accentuated by the black trench coat, lent her an air of cold beauty and mystery.
"Don't laugh. Watching the intelligence video is our most basic job."
Jun Mengyao's eyes were cold. "Don't think these videos are meaningless. It doesn't matter if you watch them or not. If there's any special intelligence or unusual behavior within them, failing to detect it is our dereliction of duty!"
This batch of newcomers in the Night Demon organization was trained by Jun Mengyao herself.
They had completely replaced the old guard of Secretary Jiang's team.
Thus, they all regarded Jun Mengyao as their mentor and saw her as their supreme leader.
Hearing the Grand Commander's admonishment, they all became solemn and deeply uneasy about their earlier behavior.
"This Liu Meihong has a problem. In the video just now, I saw a blood-red line. It appeared to be a video anomaly. Have the technical personnel use special optical software to re-analyze the video!"
Ah!
The subordinates quickly sprang into action.
Before long, a special photo was extracted from the video.
In the photo, Liu Meihong's obese body was marked not by one, but by three red lines.
The three lines, forming a bizarre inverted triangle, were entwined around Liu Meihong's back, creating something resembling a rune.
Jun Mengyao hurriedly sent the photo and video to Qin Yexuan.
Qin Yexuan had just returned to his dorm and opened them. His brows immediately furrowed.
These blood-red lines were identical to the one attached to Song Qilin's body.
"Shituoling Club!"
The demons from the club had clearly controlled Liu Meihong, the person in charge of the banquet catering. Were they planning something big?
Qin Yexuan immediately contacted Jun Mengyao. "How was this photo taken?"
"It was discovered by one of my technical personnel who researched electromagnetic imaging technology."
Hmm?
Qin Yexuan was not very familiar with this area, but he grasped the key point.
"Your technical personnel is very skilled, electromagnetic imaging technology?"
"It's not traditional electromagnetic imaging, and I can't explain the specific technical details. It seems to be some kind of energy radiation that can only be captured with special equipment."
Qin Yexuan didn't need to study this. He only asked, "Can you take a larger photo? One with a wider range?"
Jun Mengyao found her technical personnel and received a definitive answer: "As long as she is provided with sufficient funds, she says she can photograph the entire city."
Qin Yexuan's eyes flickered. "Who is this technical personnel?"
"She has no name. I personally discovered her as a new member of the Night Demons. She's a fugitive returning from overseas. A girl, not old, codenamed Night Demon 77!"
"Protect her well. I will provide her with sufficient funds and have her monitor the entire city. Mark everyone who has these red lines. This is your next task. Do this with all your effort."
Having dealt with this matter, Qin Yexuan had already formed a plan targeting the Shituoling Club.
He then remembered Sun Qinglu.
A Taoist mole, a dorm brother, now dropped out of school, still holding that business card for the Shituoling Club.
Hmm…
Qin Yexuan called Su Ning Shuang.
To investigate someone like Sun Qinglu, one truly had to rely on a police boss like Ning Shuang.
"Ha, Brother-in-law, don't worry. I'll find out for you immediately. The first thing we did upon arriving in Chaoge was to fully take over the local surveillance network."
Qin Yexuan's heart stirred. "So I can find anyone through your surveillance network?"
"Yes, Brother-in-law. Are you investigating a case? Speaking of which, there's something I've always wanted to ask. Back in Hong Kong, who was that guy wearing that 'God of Slaughter' mask..."
Qin Yexuan quickly faked a laugh. "I have something else to do, so I'll hang up now."
"Don't! I know it's definitely related to you, Brother-in-law. You..."
Qin Yexuan hung up the phone in a flustered manner. Not long after, when his seniors brought in their meals, the clue about Sun Qinglu also arrived.
"Dongchao Street, the northwest corner of the Huangtang Clubhouse? What kind of place is that?"
Li Fu Hao leaned in. "Good, Old Five. You look proper on the surface, but you're actually looking for places to pick up girls."
What?
Li Fu Hao wore a strange smile. "The haunted house at No. 13 Dongchao Street, right near that clubhouse. Many internet celebrities and beauties like to go there for thrills. Didn't I just go there myself?"
So that's how it was.
Qin Yexuan's lips curved. "Then I'll go try it too."
After dinner, his seniors all tried their best to dissuade him.
"That haunted house has had problems several times. People have actually died there. It's now completely sealed off and no one is allowed in. Those internet celebrity girls sneak in through the clubhouse basement. Sooner or later, the police will find them and arrest them all."
Qin Yexuan smiled but said nothing.
At this moment, next to the wide No. 13 Dongchao Street haunted house, the Huangtang Clubhouse, adorned with neon lights and worldly troubles, was packed with people.
Most of them were scantily clad young girls.
Many female students from Chaoge Academy were also mixed among them.
And in the northwest corner of the clubhouse, through a dark alley, nestled in the corner of the abandoned moat, an inconspicuous Taoist temple was hidden from the hustle and bustle of the world.
The Taoist temple had no plaque. On the stone tablet at the entrance was a line of large characters: "Green Ox Departs the Pass, Purple Qi Comes from the East!"
This referred to the ancient story of Laozi riding a green ox out of Hangu Pass.
And these eight characters were precisely the symbol of a major Taoist sect—the Qingniu Guan (Green Ox Temple).
This small courtyard was the largest stronghold of the Qingniu Guan in Chaoge, and its headquarters for Taoist influence.
At this moment, a reprimand could be heard from within the courtyard.
"Sun Qinglu, as a disciple of the Taoist sect, you have committed three major transgressions. What is your crime?"
The fourth son, Sun Qinglu, knelt on a patch of muddy ground. Before him stood seven or eight Taoist masters, some with white hair and beards, looking like immortals with flowing robes, some with long swords on their backs, appearing as elegant as sword immortals. There was also a woman in a red robe, with her hair in a ponytail, wearing only a Tai Chi lightning pattern belt around her waist, standing in the center.
This woman's face was like frost, and her eyes were filled with anger.
The masters of the Qingniu Guan continuously scolded and berated Sun Qinglu.
"Bastard, you were only asked to go undercover at the university town, and you were already corrupted by the pleasures of the mortal world? Did you find a woman? Or did you secretly kill someone?"
Before Sun Qinglu could speak, a heavy iron ruler came crashing down, hitting him directly in the face.
Instantly, a long bloodstain appeared on Sun Qinglu's face, and the pain made him tremble all over, almost causing him to faint.
"You have violated all eighteen clear laws of the Qingniu Guan! According to the rules, you shall first receive eighteen strokes of the disciplinary ruler!"
This single strike had already cost him half his life.
The punishment of eighteen strokes of the disciplinary ruler was enough to kill Sun Qinglu ten times over!
This was not a punishment; it gave him no chance to explain. This was purely murder!
"Stop! Stop it!"
An old Taoist priest rushed out from the hall in agony, tears streaming down his face. "Even if Qinglu made a mistake, he should be given a chance to explain. Are you trying to eliminate dissenters?"