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Zhong Kui's Diary
Ding Fatty took out the gun without a second thought, peering around with it in front of him.
"Do you have bullets?" I asked from the back, feeling a bit uneasy as Ding Fatty pointed the gun at me several times.
"No, the magazine is in my pocket. I wouldn't dare let him have it if it was loaded," Lingfeng replied with a laugh.
The car sped along, and in twenty minutes we arrived at Jinxiu Jiangnan. We parked within the area and followed the signs to Mingyue Pavilion. Just then, an elderly lady with her granddaughter opened the unit door, and we seized the opportunity to follow them inside, drawing a suspicious glance from the old woman.
At the elevator, there was a Red-Haired Youth waiting while wearing headphones. He noticed us but didn’t pay much attention, continuing to hum a tune that vaguely resembled Jay Chou's Nunchaku.
When the elevator arrived, surprisingly, the Red-Haired Youth got off on the same floor as us—16th floor.
Upon reaching the 16th floor, he rushed out first. This type of layout had four units per stairwell; 1601 and 1602 were on the left side of the elevator, while 1603 and 1604 were on the right. Each door was about three or four meters apart. The youth walked up to the door of room 160 and pressed the doorbell.
Oh, he’s also looking for Wuling City?
Noticing us approach, his gaze turned wary.
I exchanged glances with Lingfeng and the others, and we walked straight to the door of 1604. I took out my key, pretending to be the owner of 1604, and acted as if I was about to open the door.
The youth pressed the doorbell again, and a hoarse voice came from inside room 160: "Who?"
Something felt off; it seemed like the voice inside had to exert a lot of effort just to utter that single word, as if it were suppressing some kind of pain.
"It's me, delivering takeout!" The youth shouted loudly at the door after noticing us at 1604. "Hurry up and open up, or I'm leaving!"
Is this a food delivery? Damn, this is a drug delivery. I know a bit of the slang, and sure enough, when I looked at Lingfeng, he mouthed two words to me: "Drugs." Then he nodded at me, his hand already reaching for his waist.
As soon as the door opened, I dashed forward, grabbing the Red-Haired Youth by the collar and throwing him back. At the same time, Ding Fatty kicked the door with a loud bang; it seemed to hit something and bounced back. Fortunately, Lingfeng rushed in at that moment and delivered another kick. This time the door opened, revealing someone who had been knocked out by it.
The Red-Haired Youth I had thrown behind me got up. Realizing something was wrong, he turned to run. I rushed forward and struck his neck with my palm; he immediately collapsed. I was confident in my strength; this guy wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
Lingfeng aimed his gun at the person on the ground while Ding Fatty and I cautiously approached. Looking down, it was indeed Wuling City.
I found a power strip in the room and used a power cord to tie up Wuling City. Not feeling secure, I searched him but didn’t find a Crescent Blade before waking him up.
Wuling City opened his eyes, which were bloodshot. Shaking his head, he hoarsely shouted, "Give it to me! Hurry!"
Ding Fatty had already dragged in the Red-Haired Youth and shut the door behind him. Hearing Wuling City shout like that, he was puzzled: "What does he want?"
"Drugs. Search that Red-Haired Youth," I pointed at him on the floor.
Ding Fatty casually searched him but found nothing. Growing impatient, he shook the Red-Haired Youth awake. Before he could gather his wits, Ding Fatty slapped him twice and yelled, "Where's East Tibet?"
The Red-Haired Youth's face quickly swelled up as he trembled and asked, "What thing?"
Ding Fatty didn't waste any more words and slapped him again.
"Big brother, you have to tell me what it is!" The Red-Haired Youth raised his hands to shield his face.
Yang the Fatty chuckled and continued slapping the Red-Haired Youth's face repeatedly. The youth's hands couldn't defend against it at all, and his face swelled up even more like a steamed bun.
"Phone! Inside the phone's back cover!" the Red-Haired Youth shouted hoarsely.
Ding Fatty, still not satisfied, slapped a couple more times before pulling out the phone from the Red-Haired Youth. He pried open the back cover, revealing a thin layer of white powder wrapped in plastic wrap.
Lingfeng brought the white powder closer to examine it, but before he could say much, Wuling City on the ground began to wail like a slaughtered pig: "Give it to me, give it to me!" Tears and snot were streaming down his face.
"You tell me what you did to the Jin Family, and I'll give it to you!" Lingfeng weighed the powder in his hand, feeling that this amount of drugs was not worth as much as a murder case.
"Someone offered me thirty thousand to kill Jin Zhao!" Wuling City answered quickly, without a hint of hesitation.
Jin Zhao? Wuling City's target was actually Jin Zhao?
"Who is this person?" Lingfeng asked calmly.
"I don't know. They gave me a call, told me the target, and then sent me a ten-thousand deposit! And I really need the money..." Wuling City replied intermittently, drooling continuously.
"How did you carry it out?" Lingfeng continued to ask, waving the white powder in front of Wuling City's eyes.
"I jumped up to the second floor and used my Crescent Blade to cut off Jin Zhao's head!" Wuling City's gaze was fixated on the white powder, moving in a daze.
"Do you know Jin Zhao?" I couldn't help but interject.
"In the Jin Family, there are only three people wearing mourning clothes. Jin Zhao is the youngest one; how could I get it wrong?" Wuling City seemed unable to endure any longer, rubbing his face against the ground, mixing it with his own drool, making his face look utterly disheveled.
Ding Fatty and I exchanged glances, both recalling what happened in Jin Yang's room. At that time, Jin Zhao seemed a bit hot and draped his linen cloth over Shih Chih-Yang. Since both were not far apart in age and were tall, this led Wuling City to mistakenly kill the wrong person, resulting in a blunder.
Lingfeng lifted his chin at me, indicating if I had any more questions.
I was about to shake my head when I suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did you see anything strange in the room when you jumped onto the windowsill? I was behind Ding Fatty."
Wuling City grimaced and said, "Yes, there was a red shadow! There was a red figure in the bathroom! It must be a ghost! Hahaha! Hurry up and let me go confront the ghost!"
Red Shadow, again Red Shadow, what on earth is going on?
My mind was in chaos as I said to Lingfeng, "I have no more questions; just let him absorb it?"
"Of course not, this is evidence; how could I let him absorb it!" Lingfeng laughed.
Wuling City immediately cried out loudly, wailing for help. Both Ding Fatty and I shook our heads; once upon a time, he was quite a character.
"Are you just going to let him scream like that?" Ding Fatty pointed at Wuling City.
Lingfeng turned around and struck Wuling City's head hard, causing him to faint instantly. Both Ding Fatty and I gave a thumbs up; man, you're amazing.
"A drug trafficking case and a murder case! Tsk tsk, my achievements are impressive!" Lingfeng laughed as he stood up. " Jin Zhao is innocent; let's go say hello to the criminal police team. You two come with me; this is a favor we shouldn't miss out on!"
"Actually, Jin Yang is the most wronged! Why don't you also say hello at the criminal police team and get Jin Yang released too?" I joked.
"His evidence is solid; there's no way around it unless you can find the real ghost! Hahaha, didn't Wuling City just see the Red Shadow? If you can catch this ghost, the truth of the case will be revealed!" Lingfeng laughed heartily, showing disdain for the Demon, joking without restraint.
After another busy period, Ding Fatty and I went to the police station to pick up Jin Zhao. The incident happened so suddenly that Jin Zhao hadn't even reacted before being released. Looking at us, his face was filled with gratitude.
Sitting in Lingfeng's car, Ding Fatty occasionally turned his head to boast, "Jin Da Shao, my brother and I have talked until our mouths were sore, saying all the good things we could, which made Captain Ling suspect something was off, leading to the capture of the murderer." With excitement in his eyes and gestures, it seemed as if he alone deserved all the credit.
This kind of bragging was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye; it was likely that this matter had nothing to do with you, Fatty. It was all the police's achievement. And I wanted Jin Zhao to think this way because we were here to investigate Jin Yang's case. Just because you, Jin Zhao, are not the murderer of Shih Chih-Yang does not mean you are innocent regarding Jin Yang. The disturbances in the Jin Family must have been caused by someone inside; even the old members of the Jin Family are suspects, and we cannot rule out Shih Chih-Yang, even though he is already dead.
Since we still needed to continue our investigation, we had to stay in the Jin Family for a while longer. Therefore, we couldn't let Jin Zhao think we were too impressive and become wary of us. Bragging was one of the best ways to show weakness.
"Jin Da Shao, I've been here for so long; shouldn't you show some appreciation? How about giving us a little extra pay? An additional thousand for each of us, how does that sound?"
"Sure thing! Not just that; I have other ways to show my gratitude later!" Jin Zhao eagerly promised Ding Fatty, but his gaze frequently shifted to the driver, Lingfeng. He knew very well that Lingfeng was the one he should be most grateful to.
Upon arriving in Chaoyang City, Lingfeng no longer drove into the area. Ding Fatty and I escorted Jin Zhao back home.
Since we hadn't informed the Jin Family in advance, when Jin Zhenzhong and his wife saw Jin Zhao, they were greatly astonished and then overjoyed. Especially Lin Xuan, who directly hugged Jin Zhao and began to cry.
Jin Xinghua stood nearby, also surprised. He walked over and patted Jin Zhao on the shoulder but said nothing.
After listening to Jin Zhao's account, Jin Zhenzhong took out a checkbook and swiftly filled out a check before tearing it off and handing it to me: "To both of you Taoists, this is just a token of my appreciation!"
I took it and casually glanced at it—wow! Not too much or too little, thirty thousand dollars, exactly the same amount as for the murder case in Wuling City. Killing or saving a life costs the same; it seems that Jin Zhao is only worth this much money.
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