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Zhong Kui's Diary
Lingfeng?
How could it be Lingfeng?
Could it be that Guo'er is locked in Lingfeng's study? This terrifying thought suddenly popped into my mind. I immediately dismissed it; I have been to Lingfeng's home, and his study does not look like the one in the photo.
However, for the Ling Family, it is quite common for Lingfeng to have several properties.
Could he be holding Guo'er in another house? Another thought sprang up in my mind, and this idea began to grow wildly like a poisonous weed.
I was at a loss for words, feeling as if a massive stone was pressing down on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.
Why would it be Lingfeng? He is my good brother!
“Mr. Zhong, what’s wrong?” The voice of Master Wang pulled me back from my chaotic thoughts.
No, I need to find Lingfeng and clarify things. I shook my head vigorously, as if that would help organize my thoughts: “Uh, it’s nothing, just thinking about some things. I’ll call Boss first.”
After taking a couple of steps with the phone in hand, I turned and asked, “What’s your police friend’s name again?”
“Yin Ping, the Yin from Yin Zhiping, the Ping from Yin Zhiping,” Master Wang replied in surprise.
I stepped outside and dialed Lingfeng's number. It rang once before I hung up. Suddenly, I realized a problem: if Lingfeng really is the mastermind behind the kidnapping of Yang Guo'er, how would he admit it if I asked him? That would only make him wary and could lead him to move Guo'er or even silence her.
Once outside the Printing Workshop, the noise disappeared, and with the cold wind blowing against me, I felt much clearer, and doubts immediately arose.
Lingfeng was designed by the script from the very beginning. His girlfriend Li Xinyan almost fell victim, and he himself nearly became a casualty of the explosion. How could he possibly be the mastermind behind it all? Most importantly, just a moment ago, he was analyzing the book Star City University with me, suggesting that it might have a sample in an advertising company. If he were the one pulling the strings, why would he actively provide clues? Thinking of this made me feel ashamed for doubting this friendship and trust.
The phone rang; it was Lingfeng. He opened with a tease: “Zheng Nan? Why did you hang up as soon as I called? If you're trying to save on phone bills, that's not how you do it! I remember we are group users, so calling and answering is free.”
I chuckled awkwardly: “Lingfeng, do you have any other properties in Star City?”
“What’s wrong? You know my home is in Beijing. I'm just a visitor in Star City. Why would I buy so many houses?” Lingfeng’s words made me blush even more.
“Do you have someone under you named Yin Ping? Did he give you a book?” I cleared my throat.
“Yin Ping? Yes, from Qinghu District. He did give me a book, but I didn’t even know what it was; I passed it on to someone else.” After a pause, Lingfeng asked curiously, “Why do you want to know? Could it be that book is Star City University?”
“Exactly! Who did you give that book to?” I quickly pressed on.
“Jiang Secretary, Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee, Jiang Haoyu!” I didn’t know Lingfeng’s name, but I was very clear about that position—the Political and Legal Affairs Committee Secretary! The heads of the police department, prosecutor's office, and court in Star City all had to look to him.
There was no time to be shocked; I quickly explained the situation to Lingfeng. After a moment of silence on his end, he said, “This Jiang Haoyu is considered a core member of our Ling Family. As for the grievances between the Yang Family and the Ma Family, our Ling Family will never get involved. This matter seems strange; there’s no way they would do something without informing me. Zheng Nan, don’t act rashly. Let me talk to my grandfather first; wait for my call.”
After hanging up, I walked back to the Printing Workshop, not in the mood to linger with Liu. I simply said I had urgent matters and left without paying attention to Liu’s attempts to keep me there.
Once outside, I suddenly didn’t know what to do. Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, I felt a wave of confusion wash over me.
In the distance, an LED screen on a tall building played car advertisements. Thanks to protective tariffs, domestic cars were thriving; Geely had even acquired Volvo. Just over ten years ago, Geely's big boss was merely someone who made refrigerators...
Up close, it was even more dazzling. The colorful advertising signs on the street aside, each person in the crowd dressed up beautifully, afraid they wouldn’t stand out as a beautiful sight among them.
Hey lady, do you really have to lift your skirt while squatting down? It’s so cold; under those black stockings, one can vaguely see your underwear featuring SpongeBob complaining. And that lady over there, could you not sway your hips so much while walking? Your backside nearly bumped into Fatty.
"Eh? This Fatty... this Fatty looks like someone from behind. That's right, only A-Jian has such a spherical figure. But isn't A-Jian already dead?
I was stunned for a moment and suddenly shouted, 'A-Jian!'
The shout was unusually loud, and the people around looked at me as if I were crazy.
The Fatty across the street seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then quickened his pace and walked forward. Seeing this, my suspicion grew even stronger. If it wasn't A-Jian, why would he run? If it was A-Jian, how could it be? A-Jian had died on the spot, right?
'Stop!' I didn't know why I suddenly went crazy. Ignoring the heavy traffic on the road, I waved my hand and crossed the street, immediately causing a series of screeching brakes and angry shouts from drivers. Fortunately, the traffic in this area was relatively heavy, and the cars weren't going very fast, so I managed to cross safely, only to see the Fatty's figure disappear into the entrance of a shopping mall.
I rushed into the mall. It was a large chain store; the first floor had counters for cosmetics, shoes, leather goods, jewelry, etc., while the second floor was a department store. The third and fourth floors specialized in various brand apparel.
Once inside the mall, I felt dizzy. There were so many people, and every counter was having promotional activities—banners, flower columns, display stands, or balloon arches—everything was colorful and chaotic. Forget about finding a Fatty; even if you threw an elephant in there, you might not be able to spot it.
After looking around, I rushed to a counter at the entrance where a Salesperson was standing. Before I could speak, she greeted me first: 'Welcome!'
I hurriedly said, 'Beautiful lady, have you seen a Fatty pass by? A very fat Fatty, you must remember him.'
The beautiful Salesperson shook her head in surprise: 'I really didn't notice. A-Zhen, did you see anything?'
Another Salesperson smiled and pointed in one direction: 'There’s a Fatty who went towards that KFC restaurant!'
I thanked them and dashed off, drawing curses from people inside the mall.
Rushing into the KFC restaurant, I indeed saw a Fatty. Although this Fatty was also round and chubby, he was completely different from the figure I had seen.
Motherfucker, I chased the wrong person. How can there be so many Fattys in this world?"
Now going back, I definitely won't be able to find anyone. Frustrated, I tapped my head and, smelling the fried chicken leg inside, suddenly felt a bit hungry. I ordered a chicken leg burger combo, sipping on cola as I sat down.
Could it be that the person I saw earlier was really A-Jian? With his physique, it's rare to find anyone similar among a thousand people. A-Jian really isn't dead? But that was the aura personally investigated by Xiao Qingcheng; when it comes to life and death, her words carry more authority and cannot be wrong.
Could it be that I was just anxious and mistakenly thought I saw someone?
Right, isn't Jia Tong in the criminal police team? And wasn't he right there at the scene? I should ask him. He knows best whether A-Jian is alive or dead. If they have performed an autopsy on A-Jian, then he is undoubtedly dead.
I immediately called my dad. He was surprised to receive the call: "Ah, Zhong Shouzhang, you remembered to call back amidst your busy schedule. It's really hard for you!"
I couldn't help but blush; indeed, it had been quite a while since I last visited home, and I hadn't even called in at least half a month.
"Are you still coming back to stay at the inn? It's overgrown with weeds. If you come back, I'll have your mom help you clear them..." My dad's strange remarks kept coming.
"Alright, alright, I'll be back in a few days." I quickly interrupted him; once he started talking, it would be hard to pull him back.
"Are you coming back alone, or with someone else? Or maybe two or three people?" My dad continued without losing momentum: "If you're coming back alone, then don't bother; I'm tired of seeing your long face..."
"Can you help me get Jia Tong's phone number? I urgently need to contact him!" I said to myself.
"Jia Tong? Isn't that kid in the criminal police team? What trouble have you gotten into?" My dad immediately asked with concern.
"Don't worry, I'm fine..."
"You better be honest. I'll ask Uncle Jia and call you back later!"
About ten minutes after hanging up, my dad called back with a number and said, "It's Old Jia. His son is probably on some mission; his phone is off."
I couldn't help but be stunned. I dialed the number, and sure enough, it was the sound of a powered-off phone. Forget it, I'll ask Lingfeng later.
After idling away for more than an hour at KFC, Lingfeng finally called me.
"My old man instructed me to report immediately if there are any findings." Lingfeng's words left me speechless. So you waited all this time just to say these eight words?
Lingfeng seemed to sense my confusion and said seriously, "What my old man means is that he is already prepared with a backup plan. As soon as I discover anything here, he will immediately launch a Thunderous Strike, not giving Jiang Haoyu any chance to resist. I've also found three properties belonging to Jiang Haoyu; we will go to the scene together. By the way, where are you? I'll come pick you up."
I gave him an address and mentioned that I had just seen someone who looked like A-Jian. Lingfeng laughed and said he would ask the criminal police team about it. From his tone, he seemed quite dismissive; after all, he was also at the scene and had seen A-Jian bleeding from all seven orifices and heard Xiao Qingcheng announce that A-Jian was dead.
By the time I got into Lingfeng's car, it was already past eight in the evening. Lingfeng told me that Jia Tong's team had received orders in the afternoon to intervene in a drug-related case, and all their phones had been confiscated. When he asked other members of the criminal police team, none of them knew about A-Jian's case.
Damn it, what a coincidence! Just when I spotted someone who looked like A-Jian, Jia Tong's team became unreachable, as if it had been prearranged.
No matter about that; let's first see if there are any discoveries in Jiang Haoyu's house.
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