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Zhong Kui's Diary
As the vehicle passed by a construction site gate, we noticed that the gate was open, suggesting that vehicles had been coming in and out. I exchanged a glance with Lingfeng, parked the car sideways at the entrance, and got out. After thinking for a moment, I found several large bricks near the wall and placed them in a line as obstacles in front of the blocked entrance. This way, if a van was inside, it wouldn't be able to rush out.
Lingfeng pulled out his gun while I prepared my Spell. If anything seemed off, I would strike with a lightning bolt first and then fire two shots.
There were no buildings inside the wall; looking around, it was roughly the size of two connected football fields, filled with knee-high reeds, and in areas closer to the wall, the reeds were taller than a person.
"There are tire tracks here," Lingfeng pointed ahead and squinted. Two tire marks stretched deep into the reeds, but there was no sign of any van ahead.
Lingfeng and I exchanged glances and cautiously moved forward. Perhaps there was a Big Pit ahead where the van could be hiding; if that were the case, it seemed likely that the criminals were also here.
After walking about thirty or forty meters, I faintly smelled paint. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Lingfeng, do you smell anything?"
Lingfeng frowned and replied, "It seems like there's a smell of paint. Hmm..."
"What is it?" I suddenly felt tense.
"Look at what's on this grass," Lingfeng pointed to a patch of reeds.
I leaned in to take a closer look. At the front of the reeds was a red object. I broke off a piece of grass and brought it to my nose; it definitely smelled like paint.
"That's right, it's paint, and it was used not long ago!" I frowned.
"Let's check further ahead!" Lingfeng raised his gun and quickened his pace.
We walked another ten meters or so, but the tire tracks had disappeared here. We could see signs of a vehicle having turned around; clearly, a car had stayed here for a while before turning back out.
If it was a van, what would they have driven here for?
"Zheng Nan, could it be that another driver suddenly needed to relieve himself and turned in for convenience?" Lingfeng suddenly blurted out without any context.
I also think this situation is very likely. I laughed and said, "Just be careful not to step in any dog poop."
Laughing aside, the two of them continued searching nearby with their hearts set on it. After a while with no results, just as they were about to leave, Lingfeng suddenly stumbled and almost fell. I joked, "Wow, did you really step in dog poop?"
Lingfeng didn't respond; instead, he crouched down and soon pulled out a sign from the ground, shaking off the dirt on it. "Look!"
Upon closer inspection, wow, isn't this the license plate of that van? How did their license plate end up here? Without a license plate, in this city filled with traffic police and cameras, they could hardly move an inch.
"This license plate is fake," Lingfeng examined it closely and frowned. "They must have removed the fake license plate when they drove here and replaced it with their own before leaving."
"Just changing a license plate allows them to escape?" I found it hard to believe. "That seems to underestimate us."
"It's not just the license plate; it's also the paint! I finally understand what this paint is for," Lingfeng said with a bitter smile and sighed. "They spray-painted the white van red here. They could even connect a hairdryer to the battery to dry the paint while spraying it. By the time they left here, the white van had turned into a red one, and the license plate number had changed too."
Damn, no wonder there was such a strong smell of paint here; it turns out the kidnappers pulled off the simplest trick of escaping unnoticed, and often the simplest methods are the most effective.
Lingfeng made a call to check on the surveillance situation, and sure enough, there was indeed a red van that had exited Hunan Road. However, it was too late now; after wasting so much time, the kidnappers were probably at home celebrating with champagne.
Damn, these kidnappers are really cunning.
"What should we do next?" I was somewhat uncertain.
"What else can we do? We can only go to Zhou Zhixiong's house and wait for the kidnappers to make their demands!" Lingfeng said with a bitter smile. "I didn't expect that after the recent serial murder case hadn't settled down yet, another kidnapping case would occur. If this kidnapping case can't be solved, my position as director might really be over."
"It's fine; it's just a kidnapping case, right? With my Grandmaster Level skills, how could I not solve it?" I laughed and patted Lingfeng on the shoulder.
Lingfeng knew I was trying to comfort him but remained silent. Holding onto that license plate, he returned to the SUV. After starting the engine, Lingfeng didn't drive but instead asked quietly, "Zheng Nan, I actually envy your life with Fatty. I really don't want to be this damn director anymore; it's exhausting!"
"There are always those few frustrating days every month, right? Don't worry; they'll pass! Hahaha! Lingfeng, as a member of the Ling Family, you have to share in its burdens. The responsibility on your shoulders isn't just for you and Xinyan's family but for the entire Ling Family." I offered him a cigarette. "Some things can't just be left behind."
Lingfeng lit a cigarette and said, "I know, just venting a bit."
I chuckled lightly, "If you want to avoid worrying about these things, the only way is to rise up, become an official at the provincial or ministerial level, and maybe then you won't have such feelings of anxiety."
"There are nearly two thousand provincial and ministerial officials in China right now, each restraining and balancing one another. There will still be plenty of troubles. Even if you become the top official, what difference does it make? Does that mean he won't have worries?" Lingfeng exhaled a puff of smoke, gave a bitter smile, released the brake, and pressed the gas pedal to drive onto Hunan Road.
"Stop complaining. Once I find the Seven Pages of Life and Death Manual, I'll talk to the top official first. I'll give you a Get Out of Jail Free Card and then an Imperial Sword. At that point, you can cut whoever you want, but no one can touch you. Wouldn't that satisfy you?" I said with a laugh.
"Hahaha, alright! I'll wait for your Get Out of Jail Free Card and Imperial Sword." Lingfeng laughed heartily, finally shaking off his earlier gloom as the SUV sped away.
————————Every month there are always a few dividing lines———————
In Chaoyang City, the premier wealthy district of Star City, aside from the richest man Jin Zhenzhong, there are also sixteen households residing there. To own a garden villa with flowing water in the best location of Star City, these sixteen families all have deep financial backgrounds, including not only business tycoons but also first-tier domestic artists.
Zhou Mu Yang belongs to the business tycoons. His enterprises are known by almost everyone in Star City—the Three Good Restaurant Chain Brand. The term "Three Good" does not refer to being good in thought, study, or health like a model student but rather means good speed, good taste, and good price.
The speed of serving dishes is fast, the food tastes great, and the prices are cheap; these are the core standards of Three Good Dining. Since its rise over the past decade, due to these standards being very suitable for the vast working class, Zhou Mu Yang's Three Good Dining has remained a perennial favorite in mid-range dining in Star City, and he himself has also been an enduring figure in Sanhao Catering Company.
At this moment, this enduring figure seemed somewhat shaky. He sat on the sofa in his villa in Chaoyang City, his lips trembling as he said, "No matter what happens, I must redeem my son."
I exchanged glances with Lingfeng, who smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, I understand how you feel. We will definitely rescue your son, but we also need to take this opportunity to capture those criminals."
"Capture the criminals? What if we anger them and they harm my son?" Zhou Mu Yang looked up at Lingfeng, his gaze filled with doubt. "Director Ling, forgive me for being presumptuous; can you guarantee my son's safety with this approach?"
Lingfeng sighed softly: "Mr. Zhou, anything can happen unexpectedly. Making guarantees here is meaningless."
"If you can't guarantee anything, then what can you offer? I just want my son to be safe. No matter what conditions those criminals propose, I will agree to them. I'm sorry; I don't want to cooperate with your police; please leave." Zhou Mu Yang's lips trembled, but his tone was exceptionally firm.
"What if the criminals demand that you shut down all your Three Good Dining chain stores for a year?" I couldn't help but ask.
"How is this possible? What good does this do for them?" Zhou Mu Yang exclaimed, clearly agitated.
"I'm just hypothesizing," I replied with a smile. "What if your competitors are behind this?"
Zhou Mu Yang fell silent for a moment, then clenched his teeth fiercely. "Even so, I would accept it. As long as my son can return safely, I wouldn't care if I lost everything."
I exchanged a bitter smile with Lingfeng. Zhou Mu Yang was deeply concerned for his son; he was willing to sacrifice his entire fortune to save him. At this point, continuing the conversation seemed pointless.
Lingfeng winked at me, and I understood his meaning. Even if Zhou Mu Yang refused to cooperate, so what? Could we not secretly monitor the situation? With a document in hand, whether it was Telecom or Mobile, they would have to comply.
Just as we were about to leave, Zhou Mu Yang's phone rang. He glanced at us and ultimately pressed the speakerphone button.
"Good morning, Boss Zhou," a gentle voice came from the other end of the line, calm and composed, as if an elegant nobleman was greeting his servant in the morning sun.
"Who are you?" Zhou Mu Yang asked hoarsely.
"Who I am isn't really important. However, for your convenience, you can call me Mr. Qian. How does that sound? It's quite grand, isn't it? Easy to remember?" The gentle voice shifted from its previous elegance to an unusually playful tone, as if a mischievous child were pretending to be his father on the phone, or like Stephen Chow impersonating Chow Yun-fat.
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