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Zhong Kui's Diary "I won't tell you if you want to know, but this is from **." Zhu Qi sent a left humming expression, and then typed a series of numbers: "This is Director Xie "QQ, you go and add him yourself." The three Noodles looked at each other. We are all sure that Zhu Qi knows this mysterious person and is very familiar with it. If she is not familiar with it, how could she have time to draw it? Show it to a tattoo artist? After a moment of silence, I whispered: "Zhu Liancheng?" Kong Xuan shook his head: "Zhu Liancheng I have seen him, and he is at most 1.75 meters tall. This is too inconsistent. I guess it may be Ren Feiyu. "One is Zhu Qi's father and the other is Zhu Qi's fiancé. Only these two men Zhu Qi can carefully study this Pentagram Scar on them. . "I think we can find an opportunity to scare her and let her know who the owner of this Pentagram Scar is." Fatty suggested on the side. Fatty's bluffing is naturally about pretending to be a ghost. We are both experts in this area. We relied on this for a living at the beginning. After hearing what Fatty said, I was eager to give it a try. Yes, pretending to be a ghost and scaring her might work wonders. I called Lingfeng and asked him to help me check the address of Zhu Liancheng’s home. Lingfeng smiled and asked me what I was doing? I briefly recounted the things I experienced. When Lingfeng heard that Zhu Liancheng might be the murderer of Ye Litong, he immediately gave me the news. Next, I discussed with Fatty the details of pretending to be a ghost. Kong Xuan said with a look of disdain: "As for that? The biggest suspect now is Ren Feiyu. Can't we just find an opportunity to tear off his clothes?" After thinking about it, Also, I was clueless before, but now I have almost locked the target. Kong Xuan This operation is more straightforward. I no longer bothered to pretend, I added A-Jian on QQ, but the USB disk was lost, and I asked him to send me a new chat record, but A-Jian called me directly: " GhostBrother, I don’t have that record on file anymore. After I gave it to you, I deleted it directly.” "Have you made a mistake? How much memory does the chat record take up in your memory? Do you need to delete this too?" I couldn't help complaining.
"Mainly, I had previously installed the P system. After I gave you the USB drive, I felt relieved and switched my system to the IN8 system. I had kept the chat records on the drive, but I accidentally deleted them. Besides, this thing doesn't really have much use; I only gave you the chat records so you could take over this matter..." A-Jian rambled on, but I lost interest and hung up the phone.
"Actually, it doesn't really matter whether we have this thing or not," Kong Xuan said, although he hadn't heard A-Jian's words. "Even if we don't know the chat records between Ren Feiyu and Zhu Qi, so what? Haven't we already confirmed that Ren Feiyu is the mastermind behind it all?"
I knew Kong Xuan was right; otherwise, A-Jian wouldn't have casually deleted the chat records. After thinking for a moment, I said, "Maybe we can find other clues. What if Ren Feiyu doesn't have the Pentagram Scar on his chest?"
"Don't get hung up on that. We'll just take a stroll around the office later," Fatty said nonchalantly. "Even if the cleaning lady finds this USB drive while cleaning, she won't just throw it in the trash; she'll probably put it on someone's desk."
Fatty had a point. I nodded and said, "Alright then, we'll sneak in tonight. The resignation process requires Tang Zian's signature to be official, and my fingerprint attendance hasn't been canceled yet. We should still be able to sneak in tonight."
"Isn't the finance office locked?" Kong Xuan interjected.
"It is locked, but so what? Doesn't Tang Zian have a key?" I laughed.
I called Tang Zian, only to find out that he really didn't have a key to the finance office. There was only one key, and it was with Tian Yong.
"That's fine; I'll contact an expert locksmith for you. The best locksmith south of the Yangtze River—Lo San Zhi," Tang Zian said with a laugh. "I never thought I'd need to hire someone to break into my own finance office; that's quite amusing."
After agreeing on a time, we hung up.
Around five in the afternoon, an unfamiliar number called me. The caller introduced himself as Lo San Zhi, the best locksmith in Jiangnan, claiming to be sharp-eyed and sharp-eared. He said Boss Tang asked him to call this number. At that moment, I was preparing to go eat with Kong Xuan and others, so I invited him to join us.
The restaurant was at Southern Hakka Restaurant on the first floor of Jin Kang Shopping Center across from Bond Building. As soon as we sat down, Lo San Zhi called again. I told him our table number, and soon after, a short and sturdy man walked over.
"Ghost Brother?" The man looked at us three suspiciously, with a bulging waist pouch.
"Yes," I replied with a smile. "Are you Lo San Zhi?"
Lo San Zhi chuckled upon hearing this: "That's me."
After inviting him to sit down, Fatty curiously asked, "Brother, is Lo San Zhi your name or your nickname?"
Lo San Zhi rolled his eyes at Fatty, seemingly thinking the question was a bit silly. "Of course it's a nickname."
"But I see you have all ten fingers," Fatty said with a smile, nodding towards Lo San Zhi's fingers resting on the table.
"You think Lo San Zhi only has three fingers?"
"The book says so. In 'The Return of the Condor Heroes,' isn't the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar supposed to have nine fingers?"
"My name is Lo San Zhi; that's what my friends in the martial world call me. It means I can handle anything with just three fingers." Lo San Zhi raised his right hand, showing his thumb, index finger, and middle finger. Then, he began to perform various unbelievable movements with those three fingers in the air. To our astonishment, he even tied them in a knot.
Seeing our shocked expressions, Lo San Zhi laughed and placed his fingers back on the table. "Just showing off! As for the nickname 'Ears Sharp and Eyes Bright,' it means I have good eyesight and hearing."
Fatty chuckled, "Well, your fingers are way cooler than Kato Taka's."
Lo San Zhi immediately regarded Fatty as a kindred spirit, and the two began to whisper and exchange experiences, occasionally bursting into lewd laughter.
To buy some time, we ate slowly during this meal, starting at six and continuing until ten. When we felt it was about time, we settled the bill and walked across to take the elevator to the entrance of Rui Company.
Standing at the entrance and peering inside, it seemed dark and empty as if no one was working late. Thinking we were lucky, I used my fingerprint to open the main door and called everyone over to the finance office door, pointing at it while saying to Lo San Zhi, "This is locked."
Lo San Zhi casually glanced at it, a look of disdain in his eyes. "I'm not bragging; if it takes me more than three seconds to open it, that would be an insult to my career. Next, you'll see my incredible skills..."
Edge pulled out two pieces of wire from his pocket and boldly started poking them into the lock.
One poke!
Two pokes!
Three down!
...
Almost three seconds had passed.
Then, thirty seconds went by.
After that, three minutes had passed.
Lo San Zhi was still diligently working away, and judging by the situation, he might continue for a while longer.
"Buddy, I really don't want to insult you," Fatty said in surprise. "But it's been three minutes."
"I admit, I misjudged the situation," Lo San Zhi said, looking quite embarrassed as he sheepishly pulled two iron wires out of the lock. Then, gritting his teeth, he took out a strangely shaped key from his waist pouch, resembling a gun, except the barrel was shaped like a key.
Inserting the key into the lock, Lo San Zhi began to pull the trigger one click at a time. The lock made a series of clicking sounds. I knew a bit about how locks worked and understood that Lo San Zhi was trying to manipulate the pins inside the lock.
He took out some cigarettes and distributed them to everyone. Lo San Zhi shook his head in refusal, focusing intently on the sounds. The three of us smoked several cigarettes in succession, leaving a pile of butts on the ground, while Lo San Zhi still hadn't managed to unlock it.
This was clearly a very ordinary lock. When Sima Sanguang knocked Tian Yong out and used the key to open the door yesterday, I had caught a glimpse of that key; aside from being slightly larger than a regular key, there was nothing unusual about it.
About half an hour later, Lo San Zhi, somewhat exasperated, pulled out the gun-shaped key and closed his eyes for a moment. He then took out something about the size of a fifty-cent coin from his pouch. After shaking it, it transformed into a thin wire that had apparently been coiled up before.
He also took out a flashlight, holding it in his mouth while inserting the thin wire into the lock.
This thin wire was extremely fine and soft; it turned out to be a metal wire. If it weren't for Lo San Zhi's flashlight shining on it and reflecting a glimmer of light, I wouldn't have noticed it was metal at all.
Seeing Lo San Zhi's fingers trembling slightly, each tremor pushing the wire further into the lock, we three couldn't help but breathe softly, afraid that any loud breathing would disturb him.
At this moment, beads of sweat began to roll down Lo San Zhi's forehead. After about twenty minutes, his forehead was drenched in sweat, and with a click, the lock finally opened.
The three of us let out a sigh of relief and laughed, remarking that this lock was extraordinary.
I signaled for them to wait outside while I pressed the light switch and entered the room. I rummaged around and indeed found the USB drive on a desk. I put it into the Mustard Seed Pendant and walked back to the door, ready to close it behind me.
Kong Xuan suddenly propped the door open, frowning as he said, "Wait a moment."
I asked in surprise, "What’s wrong?"
"Brother, don't you think there's something strange about this lock?" Kong Xuan ignored my question and instead asked Lo San Zhi.
"It's not that strange; it's just that this lock is a bit expensive. It seems this company's finance department has spent quite a bit," Lo San Zhi replied while packing up his tools with a smile.
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