《Bat Night Recond》


 Three days after husbands disappearance, seafood restaurant suburb is full of flies

    The sound-activated light in the hallway was out, and I was using my key to find the lock hole in the dark.


    As soon as I entered the door, I received a strange phone call from "Guangzhou", ringing three times, I pressed the answer button.


    "Is that Mr. Donovan?" A female voice asked.


    I have a style of doing things where every time I change jobs, I come up with a new pen name.


    When I was a paparazzo in Hong Kong, I was called "Donovan", which is no doubt how he met me, "You read my story?"


    "I used to read your blog before." The other said.


    The blog is low on views and I haven''t updated it in a long time, but did leave a phone number on the bulletin board for paid celebrity leads, "Sorry, I''m no longer a reporter, please look elsewhere for news."


    "Not news," the female voice said, "I have something on my side that I''d like to ask you for, please do help me."


    "Sorry, I''m not available right now." I was ready to hang up.


    "Please at least hear me out." The voice was mournful, "Trouble."


    I turned on the speaker and put the phone on the coffee table, "What''s the name, please?"


    "My name is Rong," said the other.


    On Children''s Day 2012, there was a car accident on National Highway 106 in Guangzhou.


    Rong''s husband, James, drove a Peugeot into a stone sidewalk wall, dislocating his spine and paralyzing him from the waist down, and his five-year-old son, who was in the passenger seat, died at the scene.


    Today, two years later, Rong woke up and realized her husband James was gone, she immediately called the police, "James must have been taken away by force."


    "Why so sure?" I asked.


    "Because he still has his wheelchair." Rong said, "He never left the house without informing me, and after being paralyzed, he was so depressed that he cut off all his friends and didn''t use his cell phone, so there was no possibility of being picked up by an acquaintance."


    Before marrying James, Rong was also married to Xi, her ex-husband, who was convicted of stabbing someone in a drunken fight seven years ago.


    While serving his sentence, Rong and Xi agreed to a divorce, which Xi refused to grant, and it was only through court action that a judgment was forced.


    Three years ago, Xi was released from prison, found his ex-wife''s address, came to break down the door three times, painted "slut" on Rong''s car with red paint, and James called the police before Xi gradually stopped.


    The police targeted Xi as the "enemy".


    After he was released from prison, he took a number of jobs, all of which did not last long, and now he has opened a dried seafood store at the Jinzhou Farmers Market in Guangzhou''s Nansha District, doing business during the day, and then returning to his rented room in a nearby urban village to sleep at night.


    At eight o''clock in the morning, the police went to Xi''s house, asked him if he recognized James, he shook his head, but took advantage of the chaos to escape, urban village aisles piled high with debris, narrow and twisted, only one person over, many people chasing not advantageous, Xi jumped from the third floor into the garbage pile downstairs, running far away.


    After a later search, a fruit knife was found under the toilet sink in his house.


    "There were no fingerprints on the knife, but the blood left at the handle tested as James''." Rong said.


    "Didn''t catch Xi?" I asked.


    "Nope. In the morning the police went to search where Xi had worked and lived after his release and didn''t find him, or James," Rong choked, "Last year you had a story about a Hong Kong star who went missing in a strange way, you found him in two days, it turned out he was world-weary and ready to kill himself, and because of you, he was saved just in time, which made me admire him. "


    "Right now I have no choice but to ask for your help. My husband is diabetic and needs to take his medication in time or his life is in danger. I will pay a handsome honorarium if I find him."


    I didn''t tell Rong that the case of the missing star in Hong Kong back then was orchestrated by me and my client, who was suffering from a decline in popularity and was "ready to make a news story", while I was able to make a fortune and gain fame in the industry, so why not?


    The report was indeed a sensation in Hong Kong, but it did not make waves in the Mainland. It was also from then on that it became clear to me that the entertainment industry in Hong Kong was withering and I had no intention of going.


    "Send me the address, I''m in Shenzhen right now, it''ll take me a bit of time to get there." I told Rong.


    May 11, 2014, Guangdong''s rainy season, the rain has been falling for many days, the walls of the room covered with a layer of water fog.


    Two months ago, I published my first full-length mystery under a new pen name, and the response was good, but no one knew where I came from except the editor-in-chief. One day, a man contacted me, saying he was "Fyren the Nightwalker," and asked if I would be interested in working with him.


    "How did you find me?" I wondered.


    "You write something, Hong Kong''s regional characteristics and detective experience are quite obvious, but do not want to disclose the real name and do not sign, certainly before in the dry is not what long face of the profession, either paparazzi or private detective.


    Buy one of your e-books, analyze your habitual phrases and sentences, and then search for blog posts with a high overlap rate on the Internet, and you''ll soon find your blog and get your number." Fyren said on the phone, "If you are free, I would like to invite you to Guangzhou for a chat."


    We arranged to meet at the Hilton Hotel, I did not know what he looked like beforehand, but I spotted him in the glittering crowd at once: medium-length hair, wearing a hair band, black clothes, black pants, black sneakers, height looks to be one meter eight, straight and well-proportioned, from the muscle lines on the arms, there is the habit of working out.


    After just one shrimp dumpling, we decided to work together. To be honest, I wasn''t really interested in working for the Night Stalker, but I had my heart set on a new environment, and with Fyren''s offer being good, and the fact that I could learn something from working with him, I had no reason not to say yes.


    "By the way, the way I told you on the phone to find you, I made it up," Fyren said, "I got your phone number from your supervisor."


    I then went to Shenzhen with Fyren to start a new job, listening to Fyren''s stories at my place until I got a call from Rong, looking for James to be the first job of my nightwalker career.


    That night, Fyren and I drove all night to Guangzhou.


    "Did you tell her it''s the same price for anyone you find, dead or alive?" Fyren asked me on the way.


    "You''ll talk to her when we get to her house later."


    Drove over two hours to Rong''s house.


    After James became paralyzed, they sold their high-rise suite in the Yunshan Poetic District and bought a two-bedroom apartment on the first floor in the old city in order to make it easier to move around.


    Rong wears light makeup and a gray jacket in this hot, humid weather, and because she''s short, I can see at once a speck of gray hair growing at the top of her head.


    The room was brightly lit, the house had seen several waves of people since James had disappeared: police, friends, relatives, and now Fyren and I. Judging by the tidiness of the floor, Rong had tidied up and mopped carefully before we arrived, and she had high hopes for us.


    "Ms. Rong, we''ll do our best to find someone, but there''s one thing that needs to be said up front, Mr. James may have been killed, and if that happens, the final payment will still have to be made. If there''s no problem, let''s move on."


    Just sitting down on the couch, Fyren opens the door and Rong looks surprised, tears suddenly dripping from her eyes as she reaches up to wipe them away, gets up and pulls out a paper bag from her room and pays half of the deposit as a default.


    "Was there anything unusual before your husband disappeared? Did Xi, that ex-husband of yours, come around and harass?" Fyren asked, pulling out her book.


    "No," Rong shook his head, "he came out of jail and harassed a couple times, and after James called the police, he never came back."


    "Where did you live when you and your ex-husband weren''t divorced?" Fyren asked.


    "Lived in the Yellow Village, that place has been demolished." Rong brought on the dislike.


    "He gambled and drank heavily and lost the house his parents left behind, I had planned to divorce him and in time for him to commit a crime and go to jail, I filed for divorce in court. The police asked me where he would be hiding, I don''t know, but I assure you that before he went to jail, he had no friends, turned against his relatives, and no one would pick him up."


    "Has Mr. James'' room been cleaned up?" With Rong''s permission, I pushed open the door to James'' room to find the sheets flat, the wheelchair under the desk, and the floor spotless.


    "No, the room was like this when James disappeared." Rong replied.


    "Okay, that''s it for today then, we''ll come back if we have any questions." Walking to the door, Fyren says, "One more thing, Ms. Rong, don''t tell anyone else about your visit to the two of us."


    At 10:23 p.m., we arrived at "Yuecheng Car Repair Shop" on Huangbian North Road in Guangzhou''s Baiyun District, where Xi found a job in May 2011 after being released from prison.


    When we arrived, the store manager was about to close the store, Fyren went up to him, handed him a cigarette, and said, "There is still some unfinished business in the investigation, so please cooperate." The store manager mistook us for case officers and turned on all the lights in the store.


    We asked the store manager if he remembered anything in particular other than the basics of Xi.


    "Yes," the store manager nodded, "One thing I forgot to mention is that a couple of times I''ve come to the store late at night to pick up something and found Xi taking all the parts off of cars that were up for repair, when I asked him what was going on he said that he was learning and that he''d put them back on soon. It''s something I''ve always found quite odd."


    "He lives in the store?" I asked.


    "We want to see where he lives again." Fyren added immediately.


    It was a cubicle in the store, according to the store manager, Xi was a good learner, made rapid progress and had no bad record, for convenience, the store manager built this cubicle in the store for him to live in, after Xi resigned, this cubicle became a utility room, which was piled with auto repair tools and parts.


    ¡°What did he hang here?¡± I saw an iron nail nailed to the wall, surrounded by a rectangular blank, which, judging from the height at which it was hung, must have been Juniper.


    "Oh, he was a Christian and hung a statue of Jesus here."


    After I left the auto shop, I called Rong and learned that Xi was not religious before he went to prison.


    We then went to Harvest Mall, which is four kilometers away from Yuet Shing Repair Shop.


    From March to June 2012, Xi worked as a janitor in the underground parking lot of this mall and lived in a room on the same floor.


    Speaking of Xi''s impression, people who worked with him recalled that Xi was quiet, punctual and meticulous, and that although the company required uniforms, the hats were too hot for them and were generally not worn, while Xi wore them every day.


    In the basement where Xi lived, a rectangular blank space is still visible on the wall, undoubtedly where the statue of Jesus was hung.


    Driving all the way south from Baiyun District, after an hour or so, we arrived at the urban village located in Nansha District.


    Into the village, you need to walk a 500-meter narrow dirt road, no streetlights, rain clouds cover the moon, flashlight light on the ground, refracted bright crystal puddles, we dripped with water, shoes quickly soaked.


    Xi''s house was the first on the third floor stairs to the left, the door was cordoned off, Fyren crouched down to unlock it, and in less than a minute we were in the room.


    Inside the twenty square meter space, the facilities are readily apparent, with a single bed with a mosquito net against the wall, a toilet to the right of the bed, and a table, a chair, and a long cabinet in the room.


    A wire was attached to the center as a clothesline, with a few clothes hanging from it, the siding was soaked with moisture, revealing spots of mildew, and a colorful image of Jesus hung on the east wall, framed in a mirror.


    Fyren rummaged through drawers and closets while I pulled out my Ricoh gr camera and took pictures of the room.


    "Xi was released from prison in April 2011, worked as an auto mechanic at Yuecheng Auto Repair from May to September 2011, and worked as a parking lot attendant at Golden Harvest Mall from March to June 2012, and has opened a seafood restaurant at Jinzhou Farmer''s Market in Nansha District from July 2012 to the present." From July 2012 to now, he has opened a dried seafood store in Jinzhou Farmers Market in Nansha District." Fyren concludes as he lights a cigarette in the darkened room.


    "That means that for six months, from September 2011 to March 2012, no one knows what Xi did. Based on his financial level, it''s unlikely that he didn''t work for six months, so it''s possible that he took on illegal jobs where he didn''t have to register his ID, and these are the places where he could have been hiding and committing crimes."


    "Look here." I pointed my flashlight at the Jesus statue on the wall, "Xi was a Christian and hung this Jesus statue in every place he ever lived. The cubicle in the auto repair shop, the single room in the underground parking lot, and this windowless room in the middle of the city, these three places have one thing in common, that is, there is no light during the daytime, but now on the portrait and the frame, there is an obvious fading mark, which is only after a long period of fixed exposure to the sun''s rays, so this painting must have once been hung in a place where the sunlight could reach it. During the six-month period of ''disappearance'' he lived in a well-lit room."


    "Narrowed it down," Fyren opened the door and flicked his cigarette outside, "we''re going to Xi''s dried seafood store now to find out if there are any other leads."


    The Jinzhou Farmer''s Market is within walking distance of Xi''s residence.


    At 2 a.m., the entire market is dark and silent, the concrete floor is pitted with puddles, and the blood and feces of the domestic animals slaughtered there during the day emit a foul odor.


    Piles of rotten fruits and vegetables or pig''s offal next to some stalls have attracted rats, cockroaches and flies to gather.


    We found Xi''s store - a bright yellow caution strip around the outside of the roller shutter - and Fyren used a tool to open the small door, pushing it open and a fishy smell hit us.


    The store is filled with blue light, the source of which comes from an electric mosquito lamp on the wall.


    Ground piled with bags of dried seafood, the innermost set a tan-colored cash register, the table items cluttered, next to the wall hung a small whiteboard, handwritten with source information and prices.


    An electric freezer in the room made noises from time to time, and on the lid of the freezer was a piece of sticky fly paper, which was covered with flies. The ceiling fan on the ceiling is still spinning.


    Fyren unlocked the drawer of the cashier''s cabinet, which was strewn with some loose change, receipt slips and business cards, as well as a stack of A4-sized flyers with a golden cross on them, "Christian Flyers." Fyren pulls out the first one and skims it, then folds it and puts it in his pocket.


    The drawer on the right side of the table cabinet was unlocked, I opened it in turn, all to no avail. At the bottom was a rusty mooncake box with a few miscellaneous items, the most numerous of which was a car label, I knew nothing about cars, but only recognized BMW, Audi and Volkswagen labels.


    "Could Xi have secretly unloaded it from the car when he was a parking lot attendant?" I show it to Fyren.


    Fyren picked up the mooncake box and displayed the decals inside on the table, eleven in all.


    "Those decals weren''t stolen from a parking lot." Fyren told me after a moment of identification.


    "The owner is not stupid, the car label lost can certainly be found, the number of such a large number of accidents, it is unlikely. And these car label style are all old models, this crown car label is the 2003 model, 2007 BMW put the car label added three-dimensional effect, here two BMW label are not, Cadillac this label is even older, is the 1980 model. What place can collect so many old car label?"


    "All abandoned cars?" I guessed.


    "Possibly, scrap car dismantling plants are all open-air places with plenty of light." Fyren looked agitated, "Xi might have spent time in unqualified scrap car dismantling plants, which recycle old cars, unload the old parts and reassemble them before selling them as new cars."


    "There are a limited number of scrapyards in each city, so we can spread out and look from the White Cloud area where we started." I suggested.


    "The scope could be smaller." Fyren looks at me, "In a lot of kidnappings, the perpetrator chooses a location that was recently stomped on, and it doesn''t take more than three months between stomping and committing the crime.


    If we were to choose to hide people in a scrapyard, what else would the place need?"


    "Illegal Scrap Car Factories Recently Shut Down in Guangzhou City."


    Chentian Village is known as the automotive industry "Huaqiangbei", this is the country''s largest car parts distribution center, car parts shipped from all over the world gathered here, rumor has it that some people spend 600,000 yuan here, put together a Rolls-Royce.


    There, there is a scrapyard that was just outlawed in February of this year and is still in a derelict state.


    Surrounding the store street, without exception are auto repair parts store, was wet by the rain on the street, the headlights shine through, reflecting the colorful motor oil glow.


    We drove through a couple of back roads and into an open field, blocked in front by a large iron gate, with a chain between the two gates and a large lock strung open on the ground.


    Pushing through the door, the road was lined with the iron shells of sedans, and two lightsabers shot out of our hands, drowning in the rain, which dripped on our raincoats and in the mud, adding to the silence and emptiness around us, and I had the illusion of being in a steampunk scene.


    After walking about a hundred meters, we saw a bungalow standing in the open space, less than fifteen square meters in size, extrapolating from its length and width. The iron door shook slightly in the wind, as if there was something waiting for us to unveil.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Fyren had given me a precaution before entering, but actually seeing that scene still made me shiver uncontrollably.


    Though I pride myself on being battle-hardened, it''s the first time I''ve seen a bizarre murder scene, and just one look is enough to be the source material for nightmares.


    After that, going deep into such a scene became part of my life, and I don''t know whether it was because the first impression was too vivid or I had been desensitized, but in any case, there was never another time that I panicked like this - my body was like crawling with dense spiders, and people involuntarily backed away from the scene.


    James, clad only in a pair of boxer briefs, was tied to an inverted cross made of iron plates, the man was dead, he was upside down with his face towards the door, supported by a crumbling wooden chair at the back.


    There was a dollar-sized hole in the center of the body''s forehead, from which blood trickled down, and along the iron plate it gathered in a pool on the floor, surrounded by two rats with knotted locks of hair, and in the hollow of James''s chin another rat gnawing at his lips.


    On his bare chest, an inverted pentagram was drawn, and carefully discerned inside the pentagram, filled with an upside-down bat.


    On James'' stomach, there were three stab wounds, and blood snaked down his skin. Because of his paralysis, his legs were shriveled up like dry twigs, bound by rope to the top end of the iron plate. On the floor lay his shirt and pants.


    The walls of the entire room were covered in white and green mold, as if breathing in would catch a bad disease.


    I stood in the rain with Fyren, shining my flashlight on everything in the room.


    Fyren lit a cigarette, left hand curved palm on the smoke to block the rain, vigorously inhaled a few mouthfuls, walked into the room, the rats dispersed at the sound. He crouched down and looked carefully at the dead man''s forehead wound, turned back to see me standing outside the door and called out to me, "What are you doing, come in and take a picture." I just came back to my senses.


    "The wound on his head, the places where his hands and feet are bound, the patterns on his body, and three stab wounds." Fyren said a few photographic highlights before pulling out his cell phone and making a call.


    "Ms. Rong, Mr. James has been found." After a pause, Fyren added, "I''m sorry for your loss, the man is dead, call the police."


    As "friends" of Mr. James, we told the police the details of the search that night, and since Xi, the biggest suspect, was currently at large and we had a good alibi, we made some statements and left.


    "Did you notice a problem?" Back at the hotel, I told Fyren about the doubt, "There were junk cars piled up outside the crime scene, so if Xi killed James, it would have been better to throw the knife into one of the random cars afterward than to hide it under the sink in his room."


    Fyren nodded, took out the camera memory card, inserted it into the computer, clicked on the photo taken of the deceased, and pointed it out to me, "The fatal wound is this gunshot wound on the forehead, but look, the blood flow from this wound goes in two directions, and there''s a stream of blood running down the right side of the face, which means that at the time of death, James was in a seated position, and after death, his head fell backward, and the blood flowed downward to his body, and afterward, the murderer Turned the body upside down and the blood flowed towards the head. However, with these three wounds on the body''s stomach, the blood flowed in only one direction, toward the head in the opposite direction. What does that mean?"


    "It''s upside down followed by three stabs." I said indistinctly.


    "The head wound was already fatal, there was no need for those three stab wounds, and by doing so, including choosing the murder scene inside the scrap car plant where Xi worked, and by placing the knife under the room''s sink, the killer was, in my opinion, misdirecting and pointing suspicion toward Xi," Fyren said.


    "But if Xi was framed, why did she run away?"


    "I don''t know, I''ll only know if we catch him." Fyren fixed his hair with a headband and turned on the faucet to wash his face, "Anyway, if we find James, we''re done."


    "James disappeared in the early morning hours of the 11th, and that morning the police searched Xi''s home for a fruit knife stained with James'' blood; if the murderer wasn''t Xi but wanted to plant evidence on Xi, he would have had to hide the knife under the room''s sink after he committed the crime and before Xi woke up, and Xi''s townhouse room was such a small space, with no windows, that it would have been very difficult to break in, even if he was sleeping without being detected.


    Therefore, it is likely that the murderer sneaked into the room and hid the knife before the murder, taking advantage of the fact that Xi was selling goods at the market, and used the other one when he committed the crime. And the fact that the handle of the knife was stained with James'' blood suggests that the killer was able to obtain his blood in advance of the murder." I was excited about the case and said to Fyren, "The killer was the one who had close access to James."


    "I suspected Rong at first, too," Fyren wiped her face with a towel, "When I found her husband''s body, I called her and said something like, ''Mr. James has been found,'' and she replied to me, saying. ''Great, is he okay?'' If she was the murderer or someone in the know, odds are she would have asked where it was first, and I don''t think she''s a strong suspect in the crime."


    "Well, there''s the neat James room, if Rong was involved, before calling the police, she probably would have messed up her husband''s room, or at least pushed back the wheelchair, any way to minimize suspicion, but she didn''t do any of that at all, it''s illogical." I second that.


    Is there another killer besides Xi and Rong?


    We synthesized the clues so far and drew up the murderer''s modus operandi. Late at night on May 10th, after James and Rong turned off the lights and went to sleep, the murderer sneaked into James'' room and rendered him unconscious.


    Drive him inside the scrapyard again, take out a prepared weapon to shoot James, undress the body, tie it to a cross made of two iron plates, turn it upside down, and finally use a fruit knife to make three cuts in the stomach and leave.


    The pattern painted on the body''s chest, Fyren had previously worked on a Discovery crime documentary and was exposed to a myriad of cult knowledge.


    The most famous of these is Satanism, the inverted cross and the inverted pentagram are their symbols, which highly overlap with James''s death shape, the only difference is that the inverted pentagram is usually a goat''s head, but the inverted pentagram on James''s body is an inverted bat.Fyren speculates that this may be a cult based on the Satanism derivation.


    Fyren carefully analyzes the gunshot wound on James'' forehead; a gun of that caliber would have had a large impact, but it didn''t create a headshot, and it''s hard to find a counterpart on the market that would match.


    From the indentation around the wound, it was deduced that the killer pressed the gun against his forehead before pulling the trigger, but the area around the wound was flat, with no gunpowder burn marks, and "probably a modified tethered-spring gun, the kind used by the killers in No Country for Old Men, which relies on high-pressure gas to shoot out the spikes and then retract them without leaving a bullet in the body."


    After finding James'' body, I looked into Rong''s movements in the week before James'' disappearance.


    She goes to work on weekdays, buys groceries, goes home, takes James to a rehabilitation center for the disabled on weekends, and picks him up at four in the afternoon. She had someone check her phone records and there was nothing out of the ordinary, and she didn''t have an affair with one of her coworkers at work.


    For the other half of the honorarium, we came back to her house.


    The car accident two years ago was devastating, and now that James has died in such a tragic way, it has completely broken her - when we first arrived at her house, the rooms gave a sense of simplicity and comfort.


    The room was much more disorganized this time.


    The sink was full of paper balls and stains; the dining room table was littered with unpacked lunch boxes, some of the dishes barely touched, and in such a humid environment had bred mold and emitted a rancid smell; and the floor was covered with all kinds of visitor''s shoe prints.


    This self-loathing posture also showed in her body, as she wore her gray hair up with a greasy sheen that had obviously not been washed for several days. Her waxy face, with its sagging features, was much older. Sometimes it took a few seconds to respond when she was asked a question.


    She told us to wait on the couch and brought out a paper bag from her room and placed it on the coffee table, "Thank you for your help. Inside is a hundred thousand dollars in cash. You guys count it."


    "One hundred thousand dollars?" Fyren questioned, "You put down half a deposit earlier, just pay another fifty thousand."


    "Uh-huh." Rong nodded, "The other fifty thousand is a new deposit, and do me another favor, the murderer is still out there, and I want you to help me catch him."


    The "murderer" she is referring to is undoubtedly Xi. "The police have put out a wanted notice, so I''m sure they''ll catch him soon." Fyren said.


    "With more help, the progress will be faster. Even if the police catch him in the end, the fifty thousand dollars won''t have to be returned." Rong insisted.


    "Let''s go outside and discuss this." Fyren tapped me on the shoulder and I followed, getting up.


    "Still picking up?" Fyren asks me as he lights a cigarette outside the door.


    "There''s no reason not to answer it."


    "The deeper you go, the more dangerous it gets."


    "Even if she doesn''t come to me, I''ll personally keep looking into it." I said bluntly, "Don''t you think it''s a shame to look into it and give up now?"


    "Get paid to do the job, one question at a time, plain and simple, and never cross the line." Fyren says, "In the nightwalker business, you have to get used to never minding what doesn''t work, and you can''t be too curious."


    "Pick it up," I said, "it''s all under control now."


    "Okay." Fyren stomped the cigarette out and returned to the house, "Ms. Rong, please tell us everything about your husband, including what you learned from the police."


    From Rong, we learn an important new piece of information - the coroner confirms that James was not in a coma before he died by examining the food residue in his stomach, respiratory mucosa and blood.


    This confirms our assumption that Jamescould be held hostage in a moldy bungalow and killed while he was awake, and that there were no signs of struggle at the scene, suggesting that James knew the murderer and even trusted him. It''s definitely not the work of Xi, the enemy.


    "At the risk of asking, why do you sleep in separate rooms?" Fyren asked Rong again.


    "Well ...... it was James'' idea," Rong paused, "he said he was too dependent on me and would lose his autonomy, and with the study empty, he wanted his own space. He did it because he didn''t want to stress me out, and with work, I''m used to going to bed early, and he felt guilty all the time for sharing a room with me, because he thought it would reduce the quality of my sleep."


    "When did he suggest this?" Fyren asked.


    "Two months ago." Rong said thoughtfully.


    "Does Mr. James usually go out?" Fyren asked.


    Rong shook his head and added, "Sometimes early in the morning or late in the evening, he''ll go outside by himself for a walk."


    "Are you accompanying?"


    "Sometimes accompanied, but back there he said he wanted to spin alone."


    "What do you usually go out for?"


    "Just stays alone. After his paralysis he became cold in nature and didn''t talk to people, which was the reason for going out early in the morning and late in the evening, when there were fewer people."


    "What does he do at home?"


    "Sometimes he stays seated, sometimes he reads a book. A couple of times I went to his room and found him crying; his son''s death had hit him hard and he had been remorseful."


    "I heard you''re taking him to a rehabilitation center for the disabled on Saturdays and Sundays, did he say anything about his impressions of the place?"


    "He liked it quite a bit and felt that the rehab helped him quite a bit, as well as the counseling."


    "When did it go over?"


    "It went over after Chinese New Year this year, February 25th."


    "Thank you." Fyren stood up, "I''m sorry for your loss, we''ll be in touch if we hear anything."


    "By the way," I asked, "do you still have the car accident report from two years ago, please? Please lend it to me if you can."


    "I''ll get it." Rong walks into James'' room and pulls out a file and hands it to me.


    Ruling out Xi and Rong, and combining known clues, Fyren makes a preliminary profile of the killers:


    Being able to commit the crime alone and arrange the body afterwards, the murderer is presumed to be male, strong and about one meter eight in height, based on the height of the crossbar at the scene. From the familiarity with various locations in Guangzhou, the probability is that he is a local.


    "Do you think this man was in contact with Jamesat the Disability Rehabilitation Center and gained his trust?" I asked on the way to the rehabilitation center for the disabled.


    Fyren nodded, "James doesn''t socialize with people, the killer only has access to him there."


    With Rong''s authorization, meeting the dean was easier than we thought; the murder was well known, and the dean was cooperative enough to get James'' care, a woman.


    Asked who James was usually close to, she replied that she had seen him interacting with a man on a couple of occasions.


    "Tall, mid to late thirties, tied with a pigtail, wearing a pair of glasses, sometimes squatting, sometimes sitting on the grass in the garden, talking and laughing with Mr. James." Several more doctors and nurses were asked, and the answer was unanimous.


    "Mr. James called him Fu." They thought it was a friend or relative of Mr. James, and none of them were sure of the man''s identity.


    "I see that you need to register your identity information to enter the main building, so what are the circumstances under which you can enter without registering your identity, except for employees." Though we had secretly taken pictures of the visitor''s information book from those days to go back and sift through, Fyren thought that if the person had been conscious of committing a crime, they wouldn''t have left the information behind, so she asked the dean one more time.


    "The rehabilitation center is usually open for some nursing courses for relatives of disabled people to come and learn. The hospital will give these family members an entry pass, which saves them the trouble of having to register every time." The dean replied.


    "Is the information entered on this access card the person with the disability or a relative of that person?" Fyren asked.


    "The entry information is the person with the disability himself."


    "Is there an expiration date on the entry permit?"


    "What do you mean?" Dean frowned.


    "Is this the license that has a specified expiration date on it?"


    "No, it''s all uniform."


    "That is to say, if one were to take an entry permit from a few years ago one could also pass."


    "Right."


    "Can you give me a copy of all the disabled people who have had this license." Fyren said.


    "All?" Dean grimaced.


    "Right."


    "That''s not very nice, it''s personal and there''s quite a lot of it." Dean replied.


    "Look at this." At a standstill, I pulled out my press card from earlier in Hong Kong and showed it to the dean.


    "What do you mean?" The other man wondered.


    "In layman''s terms, I''m a paparazzi reporter who specializes in publishing gossip in major media outlets. How about making a deal, trading your privacy for the privacy of the patients in your institution?" I told him.


    "What privacy do I have!" Dean''s face flushed red.


    "Do I need to be explicit about your little thing with the assistant?" I looked him in the eye, "We just need the list."


    Dean sat paralyzed in his sofa chair, gulped, and used his landline to arrange for an assistant to print out the information for us.


    Leaving the rehab center, Fyren wonders, "How did you conclude he was having an affair with his assistant."


    "He has a picture of his wife on his desk, but when he was drinking water just now, he naturally picked up the glass of water that his female assistant had been drinking from." I said.


    The list of persons with disabilities totals 438.


    The only way to quickly screen out a target is to narrow it down layer by layer based on speculation and the suspect''s characteristics that are available.


    "What if this man''s last name is made up?" I questioned the fact that James was approached at the rehab center by a man with the last name "Fu".


    "I think it''s true." Fyren analyzes, "If you''re going to make up a fake last name, out of inertia, you''d usually go with a common last name, but ''Fu'' is a rare last name. Let''s look for it first, and then find something else if it doesn''t work."


    There are a total of 41 people with the surname "Fu" on the list, ranging in age from 28 to 74 years old. Based on the suspect''s age of 30 and height of about one meter eight, if the disabled patient is his father, he should be over 50 years old and more than one meter seven, and with the Guangzhou hukou, there are five "Fu" people who meet the criteria. Together with the Guangzhou hukou, there are five persons with the surname "Fu" who fit the profile.


    If the disabled patient is a sibling of the suspect, there are eight people between the ages of 20 and 40 who qualify.


    "If the patient is his mother or wife, the last name is not ''Fu'', there are a ton of candidates that fit the bill, do you field visit them one by one." I asked.


    "Right." Fyren nodded, "Investigations are just boring."


    We investigated five "Fu" elders, three of whom have passed away, excluding one who has a daughter and no children, leaving two, one FuAnming, a stainless steel merchant who passed away last year, and whose company is now inherited by his eldest son, who is in his second year of college in Shanghai.


    The other, FuYan, a professor of physics at Guangzhou University, died three years ago and had an only son who was studying in the United States.


    Given the time of death, the former is more likely. We pretended to be businessmen visiting the company, only to find that the eldest son was thick-set and less than five-foot-seven, while the second son was in Shanghai on the day of the crime, with a clear alibi. Photos of the two men were shown to the eyewitness doctors at the rehab center, and both said they weren''t the ones who approached James.


    We then went to visit FuYan''s former address, and a woman of about sixty years of age opened the door to a bright and spacious house where she was the only person living. We lied that we were FuYan''s son FuBian''s college classmates, and she warmly invited us into the house.


    "Bian isn''t back yet from the US." The woman said, "He''s busy with work over there, and he usually comes back only once in the Spring Festival."


    "Donovan, ring any bells, Bian invited us over to his place for a get together earlier." Fyren asked me.


    "Oh, just been there once, let him organize it again this year when he comes back, we''ve all been busy since graduation and it''s time to get together." I looked over at Fyren, "By the way, where was that place again?"


    With that, we lassoed FuBian''s place and took his picture at his mother''s house, and the doctor at the rehab center looked at the picture and said, "Although the hairstyle is different and he''s not wearing glasses, his face and features are very similar."


    We immediately went to Room 903, Unit 2, Building 3, Huilongwan Subdivision, Zhongsheng Road.


    There was a water bill taped to the door showing that the water bill from last November to May of this year was one hundred and thirty-four dollars, that it was occupied but used little water, and that there were a couple of advertising flyers stuck in the doorknob indicating that the door hadn''t been opened in the last few days.


    Fyren knocked on the door and shouted for the water bill collector, and I stared at the light-permeable cat''s eye and the crack in the door for a minute long, not obscured by dark shadows.


    FuBian is not in the room.Fyren takes out his lock picking tool and it takes him a long time to open the door due to the high level of the lock.


    The inside of the room was empty, not empty in the sense that no one was there, but empty in the sense that it was empty.


    The shoe closet by the door had two pairs of size 44 gray Nike running shoes, and the only thing inside the spacious living room was a treadmill with a dumbbell rack.


    The bedroom held a bed, and inside the closet hung a few dark clothes of the same color and Levi''s jeans.


    In the paper dust in the kitchen''s iron trash can, a ball of paper that hadn''t burned all the way through was rummaged through.


    Unfolded, it is a hand-drawn map, with the road as two parallel strips of lines and the houses as one long box, with no other textual description, and in one of the boxes, a star marker is noted.


    We scanned this missing hand-drawn map into a topographic map and downloaded a map of the city of Guangzhou on the Internet at the same scale, and for the first time I saw an image with a memory of more than 1G, which I struggled to open.


    Two people in the hotel each with a computer bit by bit comparison, spent the whole night, found two similar star mark shown address, one in Guangzhou Zengcheng District, one in Tianhe District.


    Driving there, I ended up realizing that it was all ordinary people - not even remotely related to FuBian.


    In the twilight, we were so exhausted that we found a stall on the street, and with a sense of exasperation, we ordered white cut chicken, stir-fried beef with kale, garlic cabbage, fried clams, pickled shrimp mayflies, eggplant casserole, oyster brand, and a beer.


    "There''s no reason for that, what went wrong?" Fyren pondered as she ate.


    "The FuBian path didn''t go through," I said, "but the Xi path seems to have some promise."


    "What do you mean?"


    "Didn''t I ask Rong for James'' crash report because I didn''t think something was right about that crash. When I was comparing that hand-drawn map last night, I paid special attention to a few locations and noticed something." I looked around the stall and saw a bookstore across the street and stood up from my stool, "Wait for me."


    I buy a map of Canton City and a red signing pen, go back to the stall, pull another folding table to put it together, and spread the map out on the empty tabletop, "Graphics are more instantly recognizable than text, and I don''t know if this is the right guess, so mark it down and see if there''s anything to be gained."


    Before the accident, James lived in Baiyun District, Huangbian North Road, Yunshan Poetic District, and Xi after his release from prison, the first three workplaces are Huangbian North Road, automobile repair, Chentian Village, scrap car factory and Jiahe Street, "Jiahe Mall".


    I marked these three locations with a red pen, and then connected these three points into a triangle, so that it can be clearly seen that in the center of the triangle, that is, James''s house, the distance between these places is not more than three kilometers.


    James'' car accident report states that on June 1, 2012, at 4:20 p.m., James was driving Rong''s car with his son in it, leaving the Harvest Mall, when he lost control of the car on National Highway 106 and crashed it into a concrete sidewalk wall, killing his son on the spot and leaving himself paralyzed.


    The accident was concluded that the driver was driving improperly.


    Xi, at that time, happened to be the administrator of the underground parking lot of "Jiahe Mall". Less than a week after the accident, Xi resigned, ran to the southernmost part of Guangzhou, Nansha District, rented a room in a village, opened a dried seafood store.


    A long red line connects the two places, "Golden Harvest Mall" and Jinzhou Farmers'' Market.


    "Why are all three of the jobs Xi got after getting out of jail in the neighborhood of James'' house, and all of them automobile-related? Why was the parking lot where Xi worked one stop before James'' car accident? Why did Xi quit his job on the fourth day after the accident and ran away to the faraway Nansha district? Why was the car in the accident the same Rong car on which Xi had painted ''slut''?"


    It dawned on me, "That car accident was Xi''s long planned revenge after she got out of jail. Xi is the one who killed James'' son, caused Jamesto be paralyzed, and made Rong''s head turn white overnight!"


    "Auto mechanic, scrapyard dismantler, parking lot attendant." Fyren mused, "All of these jobs, Xi prepared to create the crash."


    "Do you remember when the shopkeeper at the auto body shop said that Xi used to take the car parts apart and look at them? He figured out how to do things covertly at the auto body shop, such as making the brakes slightly malfunction, or making the steering wheel lose its precision, and then at the scrapyard, he mainly collected the same type of parts as Rong''s Peugeot, so as to prevent the car accident from being inspected, and then finally, he worked as a parking lot attendantat the Golden Harvest Mall, which was close to James''s house. Lastly, he worked as a parking lot attendant at the Harvest Mall near James'' home. He must have done some research beforehand and knew that James'' family would often go to the mall.


    On Children''s Day 2012, when he finally waited for James to bring his son over for a playdate, Xi took the parts he had prepared in advance and created the unseen crash.


    As recalled by his colleagues at the time, he often wore a hat at work just to avoid being recognized by Rong or James." I was agitated, "That''s why Xi was running away when the police were investigating James'' disappearance; he thought the police were here for the crash."


    "The whereabouts of the two men are still unknown. If FuBian is James'' murderer, is it possible that Xi is a member of his congregation?Fyren said, "Could FuBian have contacted James because he learned of the car accident that Xi had caused?Xi is thinly connected, and if the two of them know each other, it''s possible that Xi is holed up in a residence provided by FuBian. "


    "It''s also that starred house inside the hand-drawn map." I sigh, "Too bad I didn''t find it."


    "That''s because it''s the wrong way to look for it." Fyren drained his mug of beer, "Go back and look again."


    Satanism, inverted pentagram, Fyren suddenly realizes that the hand-drawn topographical map found at FuBian''s house, on which the houses are marked by a single pentagram, was unproductive because we were looking at the hand-drawn map in the direction of the positive pentagram.


    In other words, FuBian used the inverted pentagram markers he drew on James'' body when he labeled the location, and the proper way to open that map would be to turn the pentagram upside down and look at it.


    Flipping the hand-drawn map over, we re-compare the map of Guangzhou in the computer a little bit, and this time we each find a highly similar address, and when we both compare it, we realize it''s the same place: Pingshan Yicun, Panyu District, Guangzhou City. It turns out that some of the routes in the hand-drawn map are shown as rivers in the map.


    Fyren and I pre-arranged our plans in the car. Drove in the rain for over an hour to Ping Shan One Village. Parked the car at the bridge and got out of the car to put on a raincoat. It was already 00:11 am on May 18th.


    It is a two-story tiled house.


    The outside walls of the house were flaking off large patches of lime, the couplets on the doorframe had faded to white, and the wooden door was covered; Fyren looked through the crack, nodded to me, and pushed the door in, the shaft creaking.


    The yard was overgrown with weeds and littered with rotting wooden furniture that smelled musty.


    We shot our flashlights downward to the front of the room, the door was still unlocked and the room was pitch black. "You have good night vision, check out the layout inside." Fyren whispered to me.


    I leaned down and looked into the doorway, suddenly I smelled a sour rotting odor inside and heard the buzzing of flies, "Smell it." Fyren sniffs, looks to me, nods, pushes the iron door all the way open, he shines up, I shine down, and on the floor directly in front of us lies a curled up body, with his left arm pressed underneath him, and two thin, deep, black holes in his right arm held upward, his legs sprawled out in the shape of a toad, and his face lying on its side, with hideous features, and purplish lips, and dried salivary froth around tightly closed teeth.


    Humid days, the climate is sultry, the body abandoned for many days, the abdomen has swollen, emitting a gust of stench. Countless black dots danced in the flashlight beam.


    The dead man was Xi, who had been bitten by a poisonous snake. A black inverted bat design was tattooed on his exposed neck.


    I found the switch, turned on the light, and realized that there were still two dark shadows flying at high speed from the room shed, spurred on by the bright light and swooshing out the door.


    "It''s bats." Fyren said.


    There was a piece of paper on the table with three words written on it, "I am guilty."

 Life-threatening nannies

    We had been at Xi''s death scene for more than ten minutes, and while Fyren was searching the rooms, I heard a rattling under a cabinet in the corner of the living room, crouched down and shone my flashlight in, and with pairs of glowing highlights floating in the darkness, I found Xi''s murderer-a king cobra curled up in a ball with its head held high.


    We stepped back gently, and before we left, Fyren put on gloves, wrote "Viper inside" on a piece of paper with his left hand, taped it to the door, and opened the door to the house and yard.


    In the condition of the body, someone will smell the stench and call the police first thing in the morning. The car drove up the dirt road, the windshield crashing through the rain drops, the rain forked and diverted to the sides, the illuminated sandy road and weeds ahead of us, twenty minutes before we saw the hazy orange light and the car traveled down the highway.


    On both occasions, we found people in a short time, but all we found were corpses, so it''s hard not to feel depressed. And the identified suspect FuBian is still nowhere to be found.


    "What''s next?" Returning to the hotel and collapsing into my own bed, I didn''t even have the energy to wash up and asked in Fyren''s direction, and after a period of silence, I heard him say, "We''ll see tomorrow."


    I woke up to my cell phone ringing.Rong called and said the police found Xi''s body this morning. I said uh, I know. I was debating whether to tell her about last night, Fyren took the phone and told Rong that Xi was also murdered, and that your husband''s murderer was most likely not Xi. "We''ll go on to help you with the investigation, no need to add money for now."


    Revealing this information to the victim''s family not only won''t ease Rong''s hurt, it could add fuel to the fire, and I don''t understand Fyren''s intent, "Why no charge this time?"


    "FuBian isn''t much to look for, I don''t have a clue." Fyren said.


    The investigation went as far as Xi''s body and the trail was basically closed. We were clueless as to what to do next, I took a shower and came out to see Fyren sitting on the edge of the bed looking at a piece of paper.


    "See what?"


    Fyren handed me the color-printed paper, a Christian doctrine flyer he''d picked up from Xi''s dry goods store drawer.


    The above is a chicken soup story: a man was taken by God to visit heaven and hell. He first came to hell and saw a group of people gathered around a big pot, each holding a spoon that could only reach the pot, but the handle was longer than their arms, so they could not drink the soup. Everyone here was skinny and bony, racking their brains to find a way to eat, but still they could not eat, and felt very miserable.


    Then he came to Paradise, where the people also gathered around the cauldron, also with long-handled spoons, but all smiling because they knew how to share and knew how to feed each other with their own long spoons.


    "The propaganda is aimed at the likes of Xi who''ve been in there, to get these inmates to join Christianity, reform, and help each other, and the address on the flyer is Xi''s store, so it''s not a place where they can meet." When I finished reading it, Fyren said.


    "Let''s go look again." I suggested.


    Now is the Jinzhou Farmers Market business, a sea of people, Xi store door closed. The surrounding vendors said that the police came in the morning, should be found Xi body after review.Fyren think, Xi printed that a large stack of leaflets, the target is to get out of prison, if someone address over, find him to talk about it, may be on the next investigation will help.


    I pouted at Fyren, opposite Xi''s store was a busy fruit store with a camera in front of the store to monitor the two-wheelers parked outside by customers. The stores are so close together that Xi''s store is also within range of the camera, and there''s a sign outside the fruit store that says, "Please take care of your vehicles and lose them at your own risk," which Fyren understands.


    I rented an electric car and parked and locked it outside the dried fruit store. Go to the store to try nuts, ask the store manager the price, stay half an hour, let the clerk wrapped a large box of nuts gift packs, outside the door of the electric car, long ago by Fyren drive away, out of the door, I pretended to go back and forth to look for, folded back to the store, anxiously told the store manager parked outside the electric car is missing, under the seat of the car to put the valuables.


    The store manager took me to a room in the store and pointed to the computer, "The store is quite busy, the surveillance videos are all in there, so you can see for yourself."


    I clicked on the video folder and realized that the surveillance only retained a month''s worth of records, I copied the contents onto a USB drive and left the market, Fyren was already okay with the electric car and parked under a banyan tree waiting for me. On the drive back, I imported the footage into my computer and fast-forwarded through it, identifying the suspicious people who had been in and out of the Xi store during the period.


    Ex-prisoners, who have been isolated from society for a long time, will behave differently when they come to a "popular" place like the market after their release from prison; they will be afraid to move their arms and legs and probe their heads; some of them will carry an outdated bag or wear out-of-date clothes, and basically all of them will keep their hair in inches.


    I quickly identified half a dozen such people, but I couldn''t get an exact identity based on the blurry footage alone. That is, until a man arrives on a motorcycle, bald, carrying a black cloth bag, gets off the bike, takes a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolds it, and shows it to Xi at the door, who invites him into the store. I wrote down the motorcycle license plate number.


    Because of the previous doggie often have to track the license plate, know some anonymous DMV personnel, they use their position, trafficking in car owner information, has formed a chain of industry. As long as you give him WeChat send license plate number and ten yuan red envelope, car owner information, he will be sent to you.


    That''s how we got the address of the bald guy, who had just gotten out of prison a week earlier and was now helping out at the family-run Shaxian Snacks.


    The store is located near Guangzhou South Railway Station, Fyren turned down the road to Panyu Prison where he had been squatting, and on the wall near the prison, there is a flyer of Christianity printed by Xi, it seems that the bald man was informed of the address of Xi''s store from here.


    Parking two hundred meters away from the store, Fyren pulled out a black ducktail hat, gathered her hair and tucked it into the cap and put it on. At two o''clock in the afternoon, the rain that had lasted half a month stopped, the sun was high in the sky and the view was bright. We walked into the store, meal time has passed, not many people. Bald man wearing an undershirt, sitting at the counter.


    We sat down and he came over, "What are you two having?"


    "Got any beer? Start me off with two beers, cold." Fyren looks up and says, "And a glass."


    "Noodles with scallions and pork brain soup." I said.


    Waiting for the bald man to go into the kitchen, Fyren took out the piece of Christian propaganda paper and placed it flat on the tabletop, the bald man served the food over, Fyren nodded at the paper and raised his voice to ask me, "Do you think I''m going to go or not, I heard that there''s money to be had for the food and shelter."


    "The address is in the Nansha district, so you can check it out and say if you want to attend."


    "You guys," the bald guy looked at the two of us, "just got out?"


    "He is." I pointed to Fyren, "How can you tell?"


    "Isn''t this only for ex-prisoners." He pulled up a chair and sat down, "I was just at this place the other day.


    The Xi gave me five hundred dollars at the time, said the event didn''t want outsiders to know about it, and drew a new address on a piece of paper for me."


    Opening the conversation, Fyren poured the other man three beers and quickly got the address out of him. The place was a large warehouse, and since Xi was on the run for an alleged murder, the bald man had seen the news and reported it to the police the day before yesterday, and now the place had been seized by the police.


    The warehouse was located in an industrial park near Forest Park in Tianhe District. During the day, the industrial park was guarded by management personnel, and we waited until late at night to act, cutting the seals affixed to the warehouse doors, unlocking them, entering the warehouse, and then covering the doors.


    From the moonlight leaking in through the windows, one can roughly surmise that the warehouse is eight meters high. I quickly acclimatized to the interior, but the darkness ahead was deep. Feet on the ground, even though careful, still by the space to amplify the sound, back and forth haunting.


    "We''ll each walk along the edge of the wall, measure the length and width, and see what clues we can find along the way to meet up inside." Fyren whispered to me.


    I suddenly thought of the image of James'' body in the abandoned depot bungalow, and with a pang in my heart, suggested, "Better get together."


    The depth of the warehouse is about twenty-eight meters, the width is ten meters, there are some cushions scattered in the middle of the open space, and some folding chairs are piled up by the wall, so it seems that this place has been used as a meeting place. Hall in the side of a lot of small compartments, inside all put a bed, "twenty-four hours closed management," Fyren said, "either a cult or a pyramid scheme."


    The drawers and cabinets were empty, so we expected that the police had searched most of the documents and information, and we didn''t find much.


    Deep within the barn, there was another combination door, the combination lock having been removed. Roughly surveyed by flashlight, it was a fifty-square-meter office room with a treadmill to the left of the door, and a wall-mounted fan mounted on the wall to the side of the treadmill.


    To the right of the door there was a toilet, and a blackboard five meters long and three meters wide was fixed with nails on the wall not far from the toilet. In the room there is a writing desk and a seat, the left corner of the wall piled up a small handful of dust, according to the ground on the traces of the line of presumption, this corner had been placed in an area of one square meter safe, the reason why it is not there, probably because it takes time to open, the investigators simply moved away.


    I scooped up a spoonful of water from the toilet, squatted in the middle of the room, and slowly dumped the water on the floor.


    The water pools in a puddle, then divides into thin streams that snake like a small snake toward the door.Fyren stands and shines his flashlight on the stream, looking down at me in puzzlement.


    "The terrain faces out the door." I stood up and shone my flashlight inward, "but located in the northwest corner of the room, underneath the removed cabinet, rises a pile of dusty debris."


    Fyren walks toward the corner, picks at the pile of powder with his foot, and crouches down to study the composition of the dust: plastic foam pellets, hair, and sandy dust."


    "It''s all lightweight." I said.


    If a room has an interior floor, there will be a lot of clutter underneath the furniture in the depths over time. Beads, coins, bottle caps and other things that roll around are the most common. But the room''s terrain outward, deep in the corner of the wall, but the accumulation of debris, debris are light, there must be a directional wind inward role. The wind blowing in through the door alone could not achieve the shape of this inward pile, so in the southeast corner of the room, there is a wind blowing towards the opposite corner for a long time.


    "Fans?" Fyren turned back to look at the left and right walls of the room.


    With the fan in the southwest (left) and the chalkboard in the east (right), the wind would have blown light materials such as chalk dust toward the northeast corner of the wall, but now these light materials are in the northwest corner of the wall, and there should have been a fan in the southeast of the office at one time.


    "It doesn''t make sense to have fans on both the left and right walls, assuming that this west wall-mounted fan was ever hung on the east side?" I analyzed, "It could be that the chalkboard is too large and to mount it on the east wall, the fan would have to be removed first to make room. After that the fan would be mounted on the opposite wall to bring the room back to normal."


    Fyren curled his index and middle fingers and tapped the surface of the blackboard, making a "do-do" sound, "Is it trying to cover up what''s in the wall with the blackboard?


    "Unload it and see."


    The corners of the blackboard were nailed with iron nails, and we lifted it out with a folding knife embedded in the seam. There was really something hidden inside the wall, a huge map of Guangzhou, drawn by pure black lines, with a clear layout and precise details, even if it was a copy, the painter''s skill was at least five years. I used my camera to take a partial picture of the map.


    "Look here." Fyren pointed to the graphic of an old house somewhere in Ping I Village with thin pits made by nails. The location was the exact scene of Xi''s death.


    Inspired by this, my beam traveled upstream and settled on the village of Chentian, where I similarly found a nail-pitted pit - the site of James'' death.


    "Rong''s house was also staked." Fyren finds a third location, which appears to be a crime map that someone has marked with small nails, which have since been pulled out and left pits.


    I took a red pen out of the pencil holder in my desk and drew crosses on the three potholes I found. After half an hour of meticulous searching, we had drawn a total of nine crosses on the map. In addition to the three known places, there were six other places where a murder may have occurred or was about to occur.


    However, due to the blurred details of the map and the fact that some of the locations were neighborhoods and high-rise buildings, we were unable to know the exact floors and rooms, so we could only make a rough note of the scope in preparation for an unannounced visit in the daytime.


    The next day, Rong called and asked us to stop by sometime.


    It was our third visit to her home when a young woman with a light citrus scent answered the door. Thinking she was a friend of Rong''s, we learned that she had just hired a nanny. This time Rong is in worse shape, if her hair was just gray before, now it is dry and silvery, and she looks like a seriously ill patient who is dying without the soul that supports her body. She said, "I fell when I got up the day before yesterday, and I was so weak that I hired someone to come and take care of me for a while."


    "Here''s the paper I found in James'' book this morning," Rong''s hand trembled as he handed us a slip of paper, "There''s an unfamiliar address on it, and I thought it might help."


    The address on the note was printed in Song characters and was in a residential building on the Dade road in Yuexiu District. The building was opened in 2011, and then stopped halfway through construction due to conflicts between several partners.In 2013, a new developer took over, but only the ten floors that had been built were repaired and scrapped, and the nearby landlubbers, seeing that the building had no owner, took it over and rented it out at a low price without doing the work of registering their identities.


    The rooms above the tenth floor have some vagrants living in them. Resulting in the building presents two situations, the bottom ten floors of the window sill with stainless steel railing, balcony potted plants branches and leaves fluttering, drying clothes, rich life atmosphere. The top ten floors seem to be toothless mouth, day and night dark, the wind fish passes into, blowing down a soot.


    The elevator is out of service and there''s only one staircase through the building. The address we''re going to is on the 10th floor, which isn''t on the crime map we found last night.


    The rotten building was originally called Pearl House, with two suites on each floor, on both wings of the staircase, and the address on the note was Room 1002, facing north. Before going upstairs, we looked over the window sill, which was installed with a railing, and there was no laundry on the drying rack.


    The walls of the building are plastered with small advertisements, some people use black paint to spew profanity, and the corners are littered with garbage. Although most of the tenants are poor, the front door of each house is still clean, and the bright red couplets posted outside show that they have not given up hope for life. In the sweltering heat, we climbed up to the tenth floor in one breath, our T-shirts soaked with sweat.


    I knocked discreetly on the door and there was no response for a long time. Waiting for Fyren to come on, who felt his coat pocket on his body and told me, "It''s broken, I left my tools in the car."


    "Go down and get it together." He takes me by the shoulders and pushes the reluctant me down the stairs.


    "What''s going on?" I asked him, intuiting that he wanted to talk somewhere else, before walking to the bottom of the building.


    "Did you notice?" Fyren said as he walked toward the car, "It''s a coincidence that 902 and 1002 have the exact same couplet downstairs."


    I pulled away, "Possible fraud?"


    "Well," Fyren said as he closed the door, opened the window, lit a cigarette, and said, "there''s no telling... think of the worst... 1002 could be a trap, and 902 is the surveillance."


    Fyren pulled out a folding knife with a leather sheath and strapped it to his ankle, and slipped his taser into his pocket, "Can''t go wrong with an extra eye, didn''t you practice free fighting? Might come in handy."


    We went outside room 1002 again, Fyren crouched to unlock the door, and with a click, it opened.


    Inside the door is a two-meter wide corridor, on the left is a terrace full of debris, on the right is a small closed door, Fyren''s gloved hand gently twisted the round handle, the door is unlocked, we turned sideways outside the door, and so on, when the dark and closed room was brightened by the sunlight, I roughly see the layout of the inside, it is a roughly sixty square feet of room, no beams and columns and no partitions, the room on the right side of the two-meter-high white closet, a deep corner of the room, there are small rooms, presumably toilets, and a small room in the corner. , which is visually estimated to be a toilet. The ground is full of sand piles and cement, uneven, looks like it is being renovated.


    Fyren scanned the room with his flashlight and noticed that there were opening windows in the south-facing wall, but they had been sealed with blackout cloth. He drew a question mark with his flashlight beam outside the closet and the cubicle, meaning clearly that if there was a sneak attacker hiding in this room, it should be in one of these two spaces.


    Fyren unfolds his folding knife lightly and says, "Look inside," but paces to the closet by the door, and I grip the stick in my hand. Before I got close, the closet door popped open, and a burly masked man jumped out, holding a machete in his right hand - his hand and the handle of the knife with a bandage, and without saying a word, he slashed at Fyren, who dodged, and his body walked into the house.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    I swung my stick, which was blocked away by the back of his blade, and came back with a quick backhand slash, which I jumped away from towards the back, and parried with my stick in passing - being cut in two by the machete, with the point of the blade a stone''s throw from me, and my blouse instantly cut open, but fortunately the skin and flesh were not injured.


    At that moment Fyren flew up with a kick that struck the masked man squarely in the back, he stumbled and saw him lie down, but his right hand leaned the tip of the knife on the ground just in time, and the ground scratched out fire as he turned back to his feet.


    We stood in a triangle, looking at each other. The masked man leaned against the door, reached out with his left hand and gripped the handle, closing the door behind him.


    The room was instantly dark. In such darkness, we couldn''t see each other, and the chances of being attacked were so different that we couldn''t figure out why he was doing it.


    I moved backward and suddenly realized that there was a faint light on the floor of the room. When I looked at it more closely and linked it to Fyren''s guess of "two families colluding", I realized, in a cold sweat, that the masked man was trying to put us in the darkness, not to attack us, but to make us fall into a trap by accident... -From the outline of the light on the floor, the center of the room appeared to be hollowed out. Before we came, he had covered the hole in the building with canvas, and covered it with gravel and cement dust, waiting for us to step in. And in the darkness, people instinctively back away, which is why the masked man closed the doors and sealed the windows.


    "Fyren, stop, don''t go back any further, the room is trapped!" I shouted in Fyren''s direction, attracting the masked man''s attention, his feet came towards me, I couldn''t retreat, the only thing I could do was to bend forward with my whole body, slamming into the other side''s abdomen, I followed the trend of the masked man''s waist with both hands, and laying on the ground sideways, I yanked him down, and after that, rolled away towards his feet in case of being chopped by the messy knife. Left hand quickly touch to the wooden door, pull the door open, strong light diffusion, I was blinded for a moment, suddenly felt a cold under the abdomen pierced through. The masked man stabbed the machete forward, through the wooden door between us, past my belly, offset an inch, the intestines in my belly is afraid of being cut off by the blade of the knife.


    I vigorously slammed the door shut, the knife was stuck in the door, the masked man was brought nearer to me, his left hand struck at me, I dodged low and saw his neck, curved my palm towards the throat, causing him to crouch and gasp for breath on the spot, his right hand struggled to pull the knife out of the door, I saw this and reached out and kicked at the handle, kicking the knife out of the door, because his right hand was tied to the knife and his arm was brought out at the same time, he cut his skin with a broken door panel and was drenching himself with blood.


    I padded my right leg back towards the ground before springing up and sweeping it into the masked man''s solar plexus, causing his head to slam hard into the door panel, smashing a crater into it. With my left hand, I prepare to punch him in the bridge of the nose, subduing him, when I hear a ruckus, Fyren''s foot hitting the void as he comes to help, a large portion of the room''s floor sinking in, light flooding in from the ninth floor, and the masked man, taking advantage of my turn of mind, pulls his knife out of the door and swings it chaotically, forcing me to move away before pulling the door open and running outdoors. I had no time to catch up and turned to rescue Fyren.


    "Pull me!" The shout came from the ground, and Fyren''s hands clamped down on the tenth-floor floorboards as I slumped toward the floor and reached out to grab him.


    Underneath him, dense erected bars pointed steel, even if it is only three meters high, once a person falls, the body will be pierced out of countless holes, dead body.


    We turned to room 902 and found the inverted pentagram sign filled with bats painted in black on the surrounding walls.


    In order for us to step into death, the masked man set up an altar in advance.


    "There was an inverted bat tattoo on the arm of the assailant who was just holding the knife." I said to Fyren.


    The Rong family''s nanny, named Daciy, is 30 years old, with a fair complexion and large eyes that appear to be thick with dark circles. With narrow cheeks and long, straight hair, she looks like the sickly wife of Jack the writer in The Shining.


    Three years ago, she spent a year in jail for stealing, and after her release, she divorced and awarded her son to her husband. She has been working as a nanny in Guangzhou for the past two years, and a week ago, when the elderly person she was caring for died, she stayed out of the workforce, and then was quickly offered a new job to look after Rong''s food and living quarters.


    The reason why he suspected her was because of the note. After leaving Pearl House, he used a tool to extract the fingerprints on the note, and of the many prints, none belonged to James.


    "The book was read by James while he was alive, and if the note was clipped by him, there''s no reason why he couldn''t have left his fingerprints." Fyren said, "It''s not like it''s a coincidence that Rong gave us both a ''death clue'' right after Daciy went to work at James'' house."


    I went to Daciy''s company, Xiangfu Home Management, pretending to look for a nanny, and saw her picture on the list of excellent service staff in the lobby. She was the second best in the company in terms of overall performance, and had never received any complaints from clients during her two years of service.


    The staff gave me an iPad with the babysitter''s information, "The aunts with green dots in the upper right corner are on call, take your time to read it yourself, and feel free to call me if you have any questions."


    When I clicked on Daciy''s customer feedback, I saw a lot of positive reviews, but all of them were set to anonymous, and the content showed that most of the targets of Daciy''s services were widows, orphans, elderly people or people with disabilities. When I asked the staff where she worked today, I got a "confidential" reply. It''s basically impossible to get information about the clients she''s worked with this way. But from what I''ve seen so far, it''s hard to see how Daciy could be connected to the crime.


    The last time we were at Rong''s house, Fyren asked her if any strangers had called her recently, and she shook her head, saying that there was only one salesman who had called her three times to sell life insurance. Later, Fyren looked up the number on the Internet and found that it belongs to Guangzhou and has been labeled as a "salesman" by 72 users.


    Loan officers will buy customer information from banks, real estate agents will guard the sales office to find clients, and those who look for domestic agencies, many of which have elderly people at home, Fyren believes that this insurance officer may have dealings with the employees of the domestic agency to buy information about the target group, such as Rong, and then target their sales.


    Fyren dialed the man, said he wanted to consult on insurance, and made an appointment with him at a private room in a restaurant at 5:00 PM.


    Larry, dressed in a smart suit and carrying a shiny purse, sat down with great interest, called us "brother," and then asked, "How did you guys get my number?"


    "I was looking for a babysitter yesterday at the Chestford Household Agency, and someone referred you." Fyren said.


    ""Xiangfu Home Management."" Larry''s eyes rolled, then he said, "Oh, it''s Xeanny, I think, I know her."


    "She said you bought client information from her." Fyren said.


    "That too?" Larry looked at us suspiciously.


    "I''m in the medical business and they buy information from me, they''re all considered peers, no secrets." Fyren downplays.


    "Eh, brother, we can work together too." Larry took out a packet of soft China and opened it, handing us cigarettes.


    "The information is there, what do you take for it?" Fyren took the cigarette.


    "I can buy it, name your price." Larry said as he lit the fire close to Fyren''s mouth.


    Earlier we had gotten a bunch of lists of people at the Rehab Center for the Disabled, and Fyren pulled out three and stapled them together, "Tell you what, you can have the lists, and you don''t have to pay for them, you can buy a nanny''s work history from Xeanny for us."


    "Don''t you guys know Xeanny well too?" Larry wondered.


    "Can''t get used to this cigarette." Fyren stubbed out his cigarette and pulled out a Marlboro and lit it up, "We''re a one-way partnership with Xeanny, and it''s not convenient to ask her for information to save her a lion''s share of the money, so we''re looking for you to help us out."


    When Larry nods, Fyren writes "Daciy" on a piece of paper, hands it to him, and says, "Ask for all of this person''s work history with the Shifu Housekeeping Company, as well as the employer''s information." "


    Larry goes out, comes back 5 minutes later, asks Fyren for her e-mail, and sends an Excel sheet with Daciy''s work history.


    "Bro, let me ask you one more time, why do you need this babysitting information?" Larry asked before he left.


    "Five years ago, someone borrowed money from us and then disappeared. Recently, I found out that this person was having an affair with the nanny he hired, and it so happens that this nanny works for the Xiangfu Household Management Company, so if we find her, we may be able to find the person who owes us money." In terms of bullshit, Fyren is first-class.


    "Looks like asking me for insurance advice was a lie." Larry laughed, "I hope the two brothers are successful in collecting their debts."


    In May 2012, Daciy started working for Xiangfu Home Management Company and has served nine employers in two years. The addresses of seven of these employers coincide with the seven locations marked with crosses on the map on the wall of the warehouse office - including Rong''s house. These places are unreported, but they appear on the same map as James and Xi''s murder scene, so we decide to visit them one by one.


    The old residential area of Chashan Road in Tianhe District was a chemical factory dormitory in the 1980s, and nowadays most of the residents are old people. When I arrived in the morning, I saw a bamboo hut in the open space between two rows of houses, in front of which wreaths of flowers were placed, in which there were people wearing mourning mourning clothes, Fyren pointed to the couplet with the words "Mr. Wuming, a thousand years", the deceased was the old man who was taken care of by Daciy in his last job, and we caught up with his funeral.


    The ground near the shed was covered with paper money and ashes, a distorted stereo was playing "For Whom", a few young men in white shirts were packing up their instruments, women were removing their makeup in the open air, and the guard of honor was wrapping up, indicating that the funeral was almost over and the deceased had been sent to the crematorium. " and told me, "Go to the shed."


    He rummaged through the garbage basket and filled a red envelope with four hundred dollars, went to the funeral reception desk, made up a name, and said, "My old father is physically challenged and asked us to come to offer our condolences, so don''t blame us for being late." The registrar noted us on the roster as the sons of Wuming''s comrades. "Please take a seat inside."


    The brother of the deceased was the celebrant of the funeral, and we found him, shook his hand, and asked for his condolences, after which Fyren asked, "Where are Uncle Wuming''s children?"


    The old man''s face changed abruptly, "Don''t mention this unfilial son!" After our inquiry, we learned that Wuming''s only son is in Australia, has not come back for ten years, and now that his father has passed away, he also claimed that he was busy with his business, and remitted a sum of money to him as a perfunctory gesture.


    "All he does is wire money, leaves his own father in the care of a nanny, and hasn''t been back in all these years." The old man spoke spitefully.


    "Auntie left early, her son doesn''t come back, and the nanny is an outsider, so Wuming must have suffered quite a bit during her life, right?" Fyren probed.


    "The last babysitter I found was good. Sometimes came to the door and could see his smiling face."


    We then went to Building 9, Yuk Kwai Fong, in the Liwan District, where Daciy was employed between October and December 2012 to take care of a paralyzed woman. We rang the doorbell downstairs and pretended to be employees of "Cheung Fook Home Care Company", saying that we needed to make a return visit. The other party replied, "I''m very satisfied with your service, so I don''t need to come upstairs." He then hung up the microphone.


    Fyren pressed again, and the man answered, "People are dead, what''s the point of calling back?" I heart thumped, how to die again?Fyren also did not expect, but quickly picked up, "a form, we can not help, there is a form need you to sign on behalf of the trouble." The other party finally opened the door.


    The room was cramped, two rooms, two baths, and only fifty square meters at most. The man who opened the door was gray-faced, obviously the head of the household, and his paralyzed wife had died, but now there was another woman in the room. I noticed that the room didn''t have the wife''s effigy.


    "I thought we said we could just sign?" The man sounded offended as he watched us sit ourselves down in our chairs in the living room.


    "Here''s the thing," Fyren pulled out a large book, "Daciy took care of your wife at your house last year, and after recent reports of her misbehavior, we''re here specifically to check it out."


    "To be honest, I rarely came over when that nanny was taking care of my wife, I''m not sure what her character was like, but anyway, every time I came over, I saw that my wife communicated well with her and I never heard any complaints." The man said.


    "May I ask how Ms. Lan left?" Fyren asked, referring to the list of employers Larry had given us, which showed the hostess as "Lan".


    "She was always in poor health, and it was only a matter of time before she died." Obviously unemotional about his wife, the man doesn''t realize the indifference in his words, "It was just one day I got a call from my nanny saying my wife wasn''t breathing, so I came back to take care of the aftermath, and that''s how she died."


    "What did the doctor say after his examination?"


    "What doctor?" The man asked.


    "What was the cause of death issued by the doctor afterward?" Fyren added, "There has to be a reason why people die."


    "Her poor health is obvious to all, so why bother?" The man was taken aback by Fyren''s words, "It''s soon to be cremated."


    "Can you show us Ms. Lan''s room?" Fyren looked to the man.


    "This house is so small, the room to live, how can still keep her things ah, long ago emptied." The man thought for a moment and added, "There are boxes of things that are still in the closet of the toilet, so you can move them if you need to."


    We carried the box downstairs, found a stone bench on the spot, and the moment we unpacked it, dust floated in the sunlight. The box was filled with moldy books and clothing, and from it we found a code book, which Fyren broke right open, snapping the single thin lock cylinder.


    The book describes Ms. Lan''s despair. After her stroke, she felt her husband''s indifference day by day, which later developed into disgust. Outsiders have always regarded them as loving partners, and have even given her husband praise for his love and loyalty. Out of his desire to maintain the label of a good husband, as well as the division of property involved in a divorce, her husband has struggled to maintain a loveless relationship, leaving all caregiving to the nanny, and hanging out with other women himself.


    "I asked him what he was doing out there. At first there was a cover-up, and then he came right out and told me he had found himself another woman, and he told me that if I was kind, I should get out of the way and not drag him down. I was desperate and hated myself for not being able to act, or I would have jumped out of the window immediately."


    Ms. Lan was very happy about Daciy''s arrival, because only Daciy could talk to her, solve her problems and guide her. After half a month of contact with Daciy, Ms. Lan''s name for her changed from "Daciy" to "Ms. Daciy": "Ms. Daciy said that the light I saw was a return of light, a call from another bright world, where good people and clean children are waiting for me. The light I saw, Mr. Daciy said, was a return to the light, a call from another world of light, where good people and clean toddlers were waiting for me. My son is waiting for me over there. It''s time to go over and be reunited."


    Ms. Lan had a miscarriage, was eight months pregnant at the time, and holding the body of a formed infant in her hands was the first dark cloud that covered her life.


    Ms. Lan writes, "Mrs. Daciy told me an allusion to heaven and hell. There was a man who was taken by God to visit hell, and he saw that all the people in hell were circling around a cauldron, holding a spoon longer than their arm, scooping up the soup but unable to eat it, and all of them were thin, bony, and sad. Then he came to heaven, and saw the same scene as in hell, but the people here were all graceful and smiling, because they knew how to feed each other with the spoon in their hands, and to fulfill each other was to fulfill themselves."


    "Ms. Daciy said that in order for the human soul to reach the place of clarity, it must be free from this bulky skin. We are all children of heaven, with the long knife of liberation in our hands, but we cannot stab ourselves, but she was willing to help me to get out of my bondage and be as light as a feather. I was so glad she was willing to do this that I didn''t think much of it, and I asked her to perform it. I told Ms. Daciy that I had saved a sum of money for myself before my stroke, and that I was now giving it to her in return for the kindness I had bestowed."


    We went to the remaining four places marked with a cross on the map, and without exception, all the people Daciy had taken care of ended up as a single effigy. They were all dead, but the families didn''t feel the least bit unusual about their deaths.


    The reason is that these care recipients are troubled, disillusioned people. Disabled, paralyzed, dirty, old, unloved, and wanting to die, but unable to take that final step, Daciy is a masterful death-inducer whose unreserved care for the lost deepens the harshness of reality and depicts the beauty of the other side of life, little by little, to lure them out of their deathbed.


    The most troublesome part of housekeeping is taking care of people who have difficulty taking care of themselves. But Daciy swims against the tide. Utilizing his position, he secretly chooses the best fishing spot, stays in place, patiently prepares the bait, accurately sets the hook, keeps an eye on the movement of the float, and finally calmly lifts the rod and puts the fish into the net.


    Programs that involve ethical dilemmas, often debated for long periods of time, are rarely unified, such as gay marriage and genetic modification. Daciy knows that there is a group of people in the shadows, who have already suffered the brunt of their fate and have to go through the abandonment of their families all over again, and who have no choice but to metamorphose themselves into beetles and hide under their beds, powerless and self-absorbed. They have pain and suffering on their minds, and if death wasn''t a reviled act, they''d step into it without saying a word. Now, Daciy tells them that death is to a better life, leave it to me to help, and they are grateful.


    However, this case of hidden serial murders has left us helpless. The deaths of these people are a relief to their families, and even though they bear visible signs of asphyxiation and gassing, they are covered up by their own "crippling" sins. Those around them shed tears, but by default their fate is sealed. Bodies should be buried with dignity, honor, and peace, hiding their sores, scars, shrivels, and spots in silk suits and powder. How grand the sound of the funeral, how humble the dead. They''re all reduced to ashes, and the evidence of Daciy''s guilt is gone. We tried to tell the truth of the reasoning with one of the families, and the man of the house thought it was pie in the sky. "We have all moved on from our injuries, why do you come and play such jokes?"


    Daciy, undoubtedly in league with FuBian, has entered James'' house and, through Rong, has given us a deadly clue to the mystery of James'' death. Now that we''ve solved her crime, the mystery of James'' death is connected, and James is depressed after being framed by Xi and losing his son in a car accident, and FuBian shows up at the right time, and like Daciy, she captures James'' desire to die and convinces him that killing him is as good as saving him.


    In the early morning hours of May 11, 2014, while Rong was asleep, FuBian entered James''s room, carried him away on his back, drove him to an abandoned depot bungalow in Chentian Village, put a gun to James''s forehead and killed him. Afterwards, he removed the clothes from the body, arranged it in the shape of an inverted cross and drew an inverted bat pentagram on the chest. Finally, he stabbed the deceased three times in the belly, planted the suspicion of the crime on Xi, and coaxed Xi to hide in the old house and killed him with the use of a poisonous snake. The murderer faked a suicide.


    Based on this, it is assumed that James authorized FuBian to kill himself, but he did not know that the body would become a prop in the cult scene. He loved his wife and would probably have left a suicide note before he died, which naturally would not have reached Rong.


    "Xi preaches a false Christ, a cult wrapped in Christianity." After a day of running around, Fyren''s lips are a little white, "The big difference between religion and cults is that religions preach altruism and cults preach egoism, preaching self-destruction and harm to others with the doctrine of dominating one''s own soul and life."


    Xi, Daciy, including the masked man from the Pearl House, should all have been in prison before, and FuBian''s construction of the Mutual Aid Society in the big barn is actually just to sift out those whose evil roots have not yet been eradicated from among these ex-prisoners, and slowly cultivate them to become criminal congregations.


    I lay down on the bed and tried to get a big sleep, "Killing people without their eyes, a brilliant technique."


    "Nine locations, eight dead." Fyren stood up suddenly from his chair, "the wall map of the barn marked nine locations, eight dead, there was one place we overlooked, we always assumed that because James was the victim, his home address was marked on the map, but the other eight places in there, were all murder scenes. james'' house was a murder scene as well! "


    "Daciy was there for one purpose, to send us the wrong message, and for another, Rong, who was widowed and bereaved, and who was Daciy''s prey." I was instantly mental.


    After James'' tragic death, Rong came to us for the second time and said, "Do me one last favor." Because of the addition of the word "last", Fyren had her heart set on the fact that her son and husband had died one after the other, and that the only thing she wanted was for the murderer to be caught and brought to justice, and that once her heart was set on the matter, she was "afraid that she would follow in her family''s footsteps." This is the reason why Fyren explained to Rong that Xi is not the real murderer and is willing to help her investigate for free, so that she will have something to think about and will not fall into nothingness and eventually commit suicide.


    We immediately rushed to Rong''s place. The phone went unanswered on the way, and when we arrived at eleven o''clock at night, with no light in the windows and no one answering the door, Fyren used a tool to open the door and took a deep breath before entering. We got ready.


    Turning on the light in the living room, Fyren called "Ms. Rong" softly, but there was no reply. When I opened Rong''s bedroom, it was neatly tidied up, but she was not in bed. Fyren and I looked into James'' room, and we had a bad feeling. After opening the door carefully, we saw a person hanging from the chandelier on the ceiling, and when I pressed the switch of the chandelier, the light illuminated the silver-white hair of the deceased, and then there were protruding eyes, a bloodless face, an outwardly protruding purple tongue, and a withered body. The footrest was James''s wheelchair, and after slipping the neck into the noose, Rong kicked the wheelchair away from his feet.


    There was a letter on the table in the room, a suicide note left by Rong, the first part of which explained the ownership of the estate and apologized to relatives and friends. At the end of the letter, Fyren and I were mentioned, "Thank you for still running around for me, but I no longer want to know the final outcome, and even if I do, what can I do? My husband and son will not be able to live because of this, and I want to go over there to be reunited with them. If you read what I have written, please forgive me and don''t bother to labor for me anymore. Thank you."


    Last line, "Thank you Mr. Daciy for opening up." We have the sense of being teased.


    Daciy had left her job two days earlier, and according to the police''s follow-up investigation, Rong had committed suicide and Daciy was not suspected of any crime. She later left the "Xiangfu Home Management Company" and is not known.


    Back in Shenzhen, Fyren and I avoided the topic for some time. But a month later, in the evening of June 23rd, I received a phone call from Hong Kong, ringing three times, I pressed the answer button.


    "Old classmate." A calm male voice came over the phone, "How have you been?"


    My scalp tingled for a split second, "Who are you?"


    "FuBian," said the other, "haven''t you guys been to my house and told my mom that we went to school together."


    "Yes?" My breath was out of control for a moment, my tone visibly flustered, and I moved the phone away from my ear and turned on the speaker.


    "Are you watching TV?" The other person said, "You can check out the news that''s being broadcast on the Jade Channel."


    I find out the remote control, turn on the TV, tuned to the Jade Channel, inside is broadcasting a celebrity cliff report, the picture of the deceased hanging upside down between a tree trunk, the body is inverted cross shape, although the head mosaic, but the mosaic grains through the red. According to the scene reporter reported, the deceased is from the head of the Lion Rock more than 100 meters from the cliff fell and died, "It is reported that Mr. Chan recently no drama shooting, fall down, alone, this death is related to his personal situation? The details are under investigation."


    My hands shook slightly; the Hong Kong star I had been plotting a disappearance with when I was a paparazzo last year was the one who had died in this cliff fall. The scene is surrounded by many rocks in which the crew climbed up and down, and I see a large inverted bat pentagram painted on a graffiti-covered rock in the out-of-focus image.


    "Fake news made real." A voice came from the cell phone.

 Girl living alone dies naked in bathtub, blind man downstairs hears footsteps of 3 men

    In May 2014, a murder case occurred in Shantou, where a man abducted a crazy girl from the street late at night, hid her in a rented house and killed her before fleeing on a motorcycle. After the case, the police attached great importance to the deployment of a large number of police forces to search the city, and finally spent two and a half days to catch the murderer hiding in a ruined building in the original neighborhood.


    It was disclosed that the murderer was mentally ill and rode his motorcycle in different areas to locate female lunatics, and that prior to this case he had already killed two crazy girls with the same technique and cooked and consumed them without anyone knowing.


    After the report, there was a public outcry, and the case was dubbed the "double madness case" by the media because both the murderer and the victim were mentally ill.


    In June, a news related to the case detonated in microblogging, a user said his friend also died two years ago in the murder of the neighborhood, and ultimately ended up with a suicide, "double crazy case" happened, she had a nightmare that her friend was also killed. Microblogging attached to a photo of the two, the eyes of the deceased was mosaic.


    The tweet was retweeted nearly 10,000 times, creating bad publicity, and two days later the tweet disappeared and the blogger apologized.


    In July, a girl named "Haley" by the netizen pointed the way to Shenzhen to find Fyren, said he is the blogger, I hope Fyren to help investigate the cause of death of his friend Helen, "Helen nature optimistic, it is unlikely that she would commit suicide."


    Tired and frustrated from the Bat Cult case in Guangzhou, we needed something else to distract us, so we took the job, even if the pay wasn''t great, and even if Fyren knew it would be a lot of work to investigate a case that had been closed for two years.


    According to Haley''s account, she and Helen have known each other for three years and share the same interests and are like sisters.


    Late at night on March 12, 2012, Helen drowned in a toilet bathtub. It was later reported that she had committed suicide by taking sleeping pills after being drunk, and the parents of the deceased received a settlement paid by the developer of the neighborhood.


    I asked Haley who was suspected if this was a murder. She shook her head at us, "Helen had a complicated social circle and was single before she died." We let Haley lead the way and moved to Helen''s parents'' house in Shantou.


    Helen''s father is a retired high school language teacher, and her mother is a homemaker who now devotes her full attention to her youngest son.


    When Haley and Helen met, Helen was already renting an apartment, and this was the first time Haley went to Helen''s parents'' house. When she rang the doorbell, a little boy with one eye opened the inner door, and behind her a woman''s voice asked in a doting voice, "Yangyang, who''s here?" A moment later, a woman picks up the boy and looks at us through the bars, hesitantly asking who we are looking for.


    Haley held up the prepared fruit basket and smiled, "Auntie, we''re Helen''s friends."


    The woman was stunned for a moment and opened the door for us.


    The house is on the fourth floor, the lighting is not good, the afternoon daylight is fierce, but the living room is dark. A set of mahogany sofa occupies two-thirds of the living room, a white-haired man in pajamas sitting on the sofa to boil water and make tea, the TV is playing Chaozhou opera, resounding drums and gongs.


    Haley puts the fruit basket on the coffee table, "Hello Auntie and Uncle," we echo. The old man gives us a slight nod and the woman asks us in poor Mandarin, "Is there something you guys want to do this time when you come over?"


    Haley sat down in the passenger seat, "I came over this time to find out a few things about Helen."


    "It''s been so long since it happened." The old man washed his cup and brewed tea, "You are Helen''s friends, just come over and sit down, don''t mention the sadness again. Come, drink tea."


    Fyren had to ask the women to come all the way over to see Helen''s room. I noticed that he referred directly to "Helen''s room" instead of asking "Is her room still available?". The woman hesitated and stood up to take us there.


    Sixteen square meters in size, plus a small balcony, the bed was covered with a straw mat, a thin pink quilt was folded over the bed, and there was a desk beside the bed. There is a picture of Helen on the wall, and the whole room is neat and tidy. The woman says, "I come to clean it up from time to time."


    From the women, they learned that Helen was in a relationship in college and then separated when the boy studied abroad, and that this boy has not returned to the country today.


    We went back to the kitchen and burned three incense sticks for Helen''s ashes.


    In the living room Fyren asks the women, "How old is Yangyang?" The boy compares five fingers to Fyren. The woman smiles and nods.


    Before leaving, Fyren wanted to "have a word" and the women followed us downstairs.


    "Auntie, I know you loved your daughter very much, and as good friends, we are here to find out the cause of her death. There was a murder some time ago, a girl died in the building Helen rented. We suspect that Helen did not commit suicide." Fyren changed the subject abruptly.


    The woman stood still, her eyes now fearful, and almost without thinking, "It''s suicide!" Realizing her outburst, she asked in a cold tone, "What the hell do you mean?"


    "Auntie, after Helen''s death, was the cause of death examined?" Fyren continued to press the issue.


    "Get out!" The women changed their cordiality and shoved us with their hands, turned around and left quickly.


    "With the money you lost from the developers, buy Yangyang." Fyren shouted at the women.


    The women stopped.


    "Auntie, Helen is your own daughter, we''re really here to help." Fyren added.


    The woman turned her back to us and wiped her tears, pointing to the pavilion in the distance, "Go over there and talk."


    Helen rented a house located in the north of Shantou Haojiang District, "Hongteng District", after the accident, the developer quickly found her parents, to pay compensation of one million dollars, the condition is to recognize the verdict of suicide.


    "We strongly disagreed at first, but the lawyer there said they just didn''t want to extend the repercussions. And according to the scene examination, Helen drank a lot of wine and ate a whole bottle of sleeping pills by the bathtub before she died, and there was no need for further autopsy. The lawyer said that it is possible to go through the legal process, but it will be time consuming and laborious, and if we break Helen''s body, the conclusion will still be the same, and we will not only pay the lawyer''s fee, but we will also not be able to get the compensation. We also consulted a lawyer who also thought the outcome was not promising."


    The woman was in tears, "Customs over here emphasize the importance of having a beginning, an end, and completeness, and since our daughter is dead, we don''t want to leave her in peace, and after careful consideration, we finally reached a settlement with that side."


    "Regret?" Fyren tried.


    "Can''t figure out how my daughter could have killed herself and not left a suicide note. I often feel regret that I didn''t stick to the investigation in the first place." She covered her mouth with her hand and cried.


    On the way back, I was curious and asked Haley, "Did you tell Fyren that Yangyang was adopted?" Haley shook her head. Haley shook her head, Fyren said he just looked through the family photo album and noticed that in all the group photos, there is not a single one of the four together, "Helen died two years ago, Yangyang is five years old this year, the two siblings did not cross paths in the photos, which is not reasonable. Moreover, Helen and her parents are double eyelids, Yangy ang is a single eyelid."


    "What makes you so sure her mom will bare the truth to us? What if she''s enraged?" I still had my doubts.


    "Because she still loves her daughter." Fyren analyzes, "Helen died two years ago, the room was kept in its original state, and judging by the fan and the folded comforter, her mother probably still sleeps in her daughter''s bed regularly, so if she ever felt bad about her daughter''s death, then in all likelihood she would have regretted it."


    "Hongteng District" is an old villa building, a total of six five-storey, each floor a large suite, no elevator, because built in the riverside, unstable foundations, the northeast corner of the building 3 wall long cracked a large seam, the tenants moved away one after another, "Prosperity Properties" to take advantage of the opportunity to buy, planning for redevelopment. The "Prosperity Real Estate" took the opportunity to acquire, planning to rebuild.


    A year after Helen''s death, in October 2013, the neighborhood demolition, but just demolished building 3, the developer was arrested for bribery, the project was put on hold, and building 3 opposite building 6 was then also demolished part of the building, became a dangerous building, can not live.


    Other than that, most of the rooms in the remaining four buildings are still being rented out at low prices. The "double madness case" took place on the top floor of building No. 4 in the south-west corner, where the murderer hid in dangerous building No. 6 after the murder, and when the police searched for him, he blew up the beams and columns with a homemade clay bomb, which led to the collapse of the entire dangerous building and crushed the neighboring building No. 5.


    Now that all the residents of the neighborhood have been evacuated, Fyren and I arrived late at night, and the collapse of the two buildings has left the entire neighborhood covered in dust, as if we were walking into a relic.


    Helen died on the second floor of Building 4, and when I opened the iron door with the faded word "Blessing" on it, I surveyed the layout of the room, which had three rooms and two bathrooms, covering an area of 140 square meters. No one has rented this room since her death, so the interior still looks like it did when she was alive. However, since the incident happened a long time ago, even if there was evidence at that time, it has basically disappeared.


    The fifth floor was the scene of the crazy girl''s murder, and according to reports, the room was rented by the killer at a low price, and the victim drowned in the master bathtub, her body gnawed and still unidentified.


    Like the crazy girl, Helen died in the master bathtub, and in the middle of the wooden floor of the room, I found a scratch consisting of multiple shards in a bursting pattern, which, from experience, is the damage caused by someone standing and throwing glassware on the floor, and from the number of scratches and the angle of the openings, I can conclude that the force of the smash was not small.


    The glassware was smashed in Helen''s room, and assuming she did it, she must have been filled with resentment. What could have caused her to develop such extreme emotions in this private space? I have a hunch she wasn''t single.


    "A single girl, living alone in a suite this big." I mutter.


    "What if you have a partner but don''t disclose it, giving the impression that you''re single?" Fyren set up the question.


    "Helen may have been a third party, and the room was rented for her by the invisible partner." I speculated, but then I contacted the original owner of the house at the time and he informed me that the house was rented by Helen herself.


    Helen''s last job before she died was as an accountant at the Silverado nightclub.


    As the only nightclub in Haojiang District, Shantou, "Yindu" was once a glorious moment, and then with the development of the times, young people turn to the entertainment, "Yindu" gradually appeared to be declining, and closed down in October last year.


    David, the boss, was said to be a gang leader when he was young, but later made money and made a big charity in his hometown to clean up his act, and after "Yindu" closed down, he stayed at home, and because he was a celebrity, it was easy for us to find out where he lived - he had a couple of properties in the city but he was single and lived in a self-constructed building with his old mother. He has several properties in the city, but is single and lives with his mother in a self-built building.


    When we arrived at the location, the roller gate on the first floor was wide open, and a white Land Rover was parked inside, which was used as a garage and a meeting place. Near the staircase, there was a set of mahogany furniture, a set of Teochew standard Kung Fu tea set on the coffee table, and the wall was plastered with David''s photos with some government officials or celebrities, as well as news clippings about him.


    In the photo, he was wearing an inch hair, short, his facial features singled out are not good, small eyes, garlic nose, thick lips, but put in a square face, but magically revealed a kind of dunjun view.


    A thin old woman, David''s mother by the looks of it, was sitting in the doorway smoking a cigarette, and we explained why we were there. She glanced at us with her eyes, as if she knew David had a wide range of friends, not surprised, and told us to ring the third-floor doorbell ourselves, "David''s still sleeping up there."


    "Who is it?" An impatient voice came over the intercom.


    "Hello Mr. David, I''m a reporter from Shantou Metropolis Newspaper, I''m here today to ask you about a girl who used to work at your Silverado Nightclub." Fyren answered.


    There was a pause and his voice became level, "You guys are so well informed, you actually found me before the police did, and Yamy did work at my place."


    "Who?" I was surprised to hear an unfamiliar name.


    "That crazy lady, ah, Yamy, was an employee of mine here before." David said, "You guys wait for me, I''ll talk to you downstairs."


    David''s misunderstanding of our intentions leads to an accidental identification of the victims of the "Double Madness" case. The fact that they died in the same building, in the same way, and in the same age group could be considered a coincidence, but now there''s another clue: Yamy and Helen both worked at a nightclub, so there must be a connection between them.


    "Sit down." David went downstairs, detached his mother, walked toward the main seat and sat down, boiled water to scald the cups, put in the Tieguanyin tea leaves, filled with hot water, scraped off the tea froth with the lid, brewed once, poured it out, filled with water again, steeped for a while, poured it into small cups individually, and delivered the tea to the coffee table in front of our seats individually with a cup fork, "Drink the tea."


    We pick it up and drink it.


    "What do you guys want to know?" David said, "I''ll tell you what I know, please get your information together, the police will come back and ask so I don''t have to go into detail with them, I don''t like dealing with the police."


    "Do you remember how long Yamy worked at your nightclub? What exactly did she do?" Fyren opened his book and recorder.


    "I think it was two years ago, when I was an escort at a nightclub." David replied.


    "How did you go crazy after that?" I asked.


    "I heard it was getting a disease." David added, "Just got an STD. Her family was notified when she went crazy, but no one came to claim her."


    "Do you feel responsible for her death?" I asked, turning the conversation around and staring David in the eye.Fyren, obviously not expecting me to ask this loaded question, coughed lightly.


    David''s eyes look upward for a moment and says, "I don''t force everyone to work, and agreements are clearly signed beforehand, but I can''t predict disasters, and all I can do is try to avoid them."


    "And how do you feel about this murder?" I asked again.


    "Young ladies, crazy people, and homeless people are all marginalized groups that no one cares about and are easy targets for criminals. The fact that this murder was solved so quickly, I honestly think it was the killer''s bad luck." David said.


    "Well," I lead, "since the victim was a former employee of yours, Mr. David must have known the case well."


    "I just don''t want to understand it, everyone''s talking about it, it''s impossible not to." David got back to me.


    "The killer is said to be a psychopath." I said, "I always had a feeling that it didn''t seem like something a psychopath would do."


    "It sure doesn''t look like it." David concurred, "The paper said he picked an abandoned neighborhood like that, rented the top six floors, chose to commit the crime in the bathtub for ease of cleaning, and did a series of acts to bait the police after the case was exposed, suggesting a counter-surveillance awareness, and a madman could do such a thing? More like a psychopath."


    "The story goes that he was gnawing on the body when he was startled by a sudden return visit from the nanny, became suspicious, and quickly absconded." I pick up.


    "When everything is ready and suddenly there''s a knock on the door, and the cat''s eye can''t see, and you open the door and realize it''s the nanny who quit, it''s inevitable that you''ll get suspicious. Psychopaths are cautious." David lowered his voice.


    "And how do you feel about Helen''s death?" I asked suddenly.


    David''s demeanor changed abruptly and his voice trembled slightly, "Who?"


    "Helen," I raise my voice.


    "Don''t recognize it." David shrinks and swings his head, his movements stiff.


    "She also worked at your nightclub, and died two years ago in Building 4 of the Hong Teng neighborhood, in the same manner as Yamy."


    "There are so many people at the club, how can I know them all?" David''s attitude changed drastically as he looked at his watch and walked towards the car, "I''ve said all I can about Yamy, I''ve got a few things to do, so that''s it."


    Two years ago, the "Prosperity Real Estate" people approached Tina to talk about the conditions of demolition, the old man was not moved, "I want to wait for death in this house. Either you demolish the house after my death, I have no children, I don''t have to pay a penny. Or forced demolition, bury me here." The staff had no choice, did not expect the back of the "Hongteng neighborhood" demolition project just started, the boss was arrested for embezzlement.


    Tina didn''t expect to leave her house alive. After the "double madness" case, she was carried to the ambulance by the orphanage nurse. Every day, she stared at the orphanage, asking the caregiver, "What time is it?"


    Fyren and I were looking for her because she was a resident on the first floor of Building 4, where two cases had occurred. Although she was blind and too old to give us any visual clues, we believed that we could dig up something else, following the rule that "blind people have good hearing".


    She was sitting in a chair in the shadow of the orphanage hallway, her white eyes blinking, and we walked up to her, and before we could speak, we heard her say slowly, "Are you here to see me?"


    "How do you know?" Fyren was surprised.


    "Walking noises toward me and carrying a gift wrapped in plastic, I''m guessing it''s coming for me." Tina said in a single word.


    Fyren raises an eyebrow at me, meaning it wasn''t a wasted visit. He places the tonic next to the old man''s seat.


    "You''re reporters, aren''t you? Police footsteps are not this light." The old man turned his head sideways and said, "Young man, it''s not a good habit to shake your legs."


    Fyren stops shaking his leg.


    "Looking for me because of the murder of the girl on the sixth floor some time ago, I believe."


    "Grandma, do you remember the girl who lived upstairs from you two years ago? She died in her room too." Fyren asked, leaning down.


    Tina''s expression froze for a split second, thinking she''d misheard, and confirmed it to us again, "You mean the girl on the second floor, the one named Helen."


    "Right."


    The old man''s body sagged and he looked sad, "At that time I said that the girl upstairs was not a suicide, but no one believed me. Think I was talking nonsense. In the past two years I''ve often thought back to this memory, thinking I could use it later to give her justice."


    A floor away, upstairs, Tina could hear the voices clearly.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    On March 12, 2012, at about 9:00 p.m., Tina heard a sharp sound of breaking glass upstairs, followed by an argument between a man and a woman. After the argument subsided, Tina went to sleep, and was later awakened by the sound from upstairs, where she heard the sound of leather shoes crunching on glass slag, which was unusually clear because of the wooden floor.


    The chiming clock chimed exactly twelve times. Someone was sweeping up glass sludge upstairs, Tina felt something was wrong and listened intently, and after about an hour, there was the sound of a door opening, footsteps stepping down the stairs and starting the car to leave, and Tina assured her, "It was three footsteps."


    That means that three outsiders were in Helen''s room that night. These three people are, without a doubt, the suspects who murdered Helen and disguised the scene as a suicide.


    "Based on the voices you''ve heard in the past, did the girl live alone before?" I asked.


    "No," the old man shook his head, "there''s a man who comes over a lot, usually at night and leaves during the day."


    "What do you know about this man''s identity?" I asked.


    "I remember the girl used to call him ''zhong''."


    "It''s necessary to go to the Hongteng neighborhood again." I told Fyren as we left the orphanage.


    I searched for Helen''s suicide story on my phone, and it says she was naked, submerged in a bathtub full of water, with beer bottles piled up next to her and an empty can of sleeping pills bottles, and based on the clutter of toiletries near the bathtub, the investigators believe that she struggled before she died, but ultimately couldn''t get out of it because the walls of the tub were too slippery and her brain was too muddled. It was accompanied by a picture of the scene, a messy view of the toilet.


    The glass scratches on the bedroom floor were smashed on the night Helen was killed, and were later cleaned up and disposed of. When you smash glass objects vigorously on the floor, the shards will scatter in all directions, and some of them will inevitably erupt into the corners under the table. I found three brown clear glass shards in the corner of the room in the master bedroom, which I took out and compared with the beer bottles in the scene photos, and found them to be of the same color and texture.


    The brand name of the beer was "Kingway", a popular beer in Guangdong at that time, which has been discontinued.


    Helen, who was probably intoxicated at the time, got into an argument with the man called "zhong".


    The "zhong" committed the crime on impulse, holding her down in a bathtub full of water, causing her to drown, and then called two other people to help clean up the scene.


    Since Helen''s relationship with "zhong" was not publicized, the only conclusion that can be drawn from the careful erasure of traces of "zhong" in the room is that the death in the house of a lone occupant, with no signs of a struggle at the scene, ultimately leads to a suicide.


    It is imperative that we find the man called "zhong".


    We''re leaving building 4.


    "Wait." At the downstairs exit, I stopped abruptly.


    Fyren looks back at me.


    Outside the door of the flat there was a row of iron cabinets erected, a row of mailboxes, rusted, and as I approached to look at them, Fyren stepped forward, "What''s wrong?"


    "Look at this." I pointed to the number on the mailbox.


    "4-6, for Building 4, Room 6." Fyren repeated it.


    I pointed to the mailbox numbers in front of me again, "4-1, 4-2, 4-3, 4-5, 4-6, there are five floors here in total, but the fourth floor was omitted because of its unlucky name, which means that above the third floor is the fifth floor and the top floor is the sixth."


    "A lot of neighborhoods do that." Fyren wondered.


    "Do you remember when old man Tina happened to mention the crazy girl murder this afternoon, and she said ''the girl murder on the sixth floor''?" I took out my recorder and pressed out Tina''s recording from that time.


    "What do you mean?"


    I clicked on the "double madness case" report, all the news wrote that the murder building in the fifth floor. "Only people who are familiar with the "Hongteng neighborhood" will call the top floor ''sixth floor'', last year the neighborhood demolition, many people have left, ''sixth floor'' title is no longer in use, the reporter reported the crazy girl''s murder, all wrote ''sixth floor''. The title is no longer in use, the reporter reported crazy girl murder, are written to the ''fifth floor'', they do not realize that the top floor was once the ''sixth floor''."


    "And then what?"


    I pulled up another recording and played it: "The paper said he picked one of those abandoned neighborhoods and rented the top six floors. ......" It was the recording of our morning interview with David, who also referred to the top floor as "the sixth floor. He also referred to the top floor as "the sixth floor.


    I''ll pull up another recording of David: "Everything was ready to go when suddenly there was a knock on the door and the cat''s eye couldn''t see ......"


    My secret, after years of experience as a journalist, is to find out what interests the interviewing party in talking, get into his context, and he will talk more if he trusts you.


    When I talked to David in the morning, I went along with his words, actually trying to win his favor and make him relax his guard. Inside the recording at the time, he used the Yamy murder case to unintentionally mention a lot of useful information, just that he was in the middle of this mountain at the time, and now he''s pulling the strings.


    "About Yamy''s murder, David said too much in the morning, in the words revealed some details, he said ''the top six floors'', but also said ''the cat''s eye and can not see'', at first I thought it was the details of the mistake, but the mailbox on the But the number on the mailbox shows that the fourth floor of the building in the "Hongteng neighborhood" is not called the fourth floor, and the fifth floor is collectively called the sixth floor. There''s a detail here." I took Fyren up to the second floor and stood in front of the door, "Here on the second floor, I have another detail."


    Fyren looks at the door to Building 2 and realizes what I''m talking about - a large, faded word for "Fortune" is taped to the upper center of the door, which just happens to cover the cat''s eye on the door. cover the cat''s eye on the door.


    It is likely that David had been inside the door looking out and his view was obscured by the Chinese character for "¸£", so when he retold the story, he misremembered that the cat''s eye of the whole building was broken, however, the door of the room on the fifth floor where Yamy''s murder took place was clear when he looked out of the cat''s eye.


    "Helen worked under David, he dodged the subject when it was mentioned this morning with suspicious signs, and now we''ve found out he''s familiar with the neighborhood," I look over at Fyren, "He had something to do with Helen''s death."


    Going back to David''s house, the white Land Rover in the garage is not there, David''s mother is still smoking on the first floor, telling us that David did not come home last night.


    Obtaining her consent, we planned to wait downstairs for David to return, and not long after we sat down, the phone rang, and David''s mother picked it up, and after a few answers, her face changed drastically, and she asked if we were driving, and if we could give her a ride to the fork in the road between Pearl River North Road and Darnum Road, where "the police said David had been in an automobile accident."


    David drove his car through the bridge railing on Danan Road and plunged into the Hao River. When the car was recovered early in the morning, the man was already dead.


    When we arrived, we found a light blue body bag on a stretcher in a vacant lot with a puddle of water pooling around it. We took David''s mother out of the car and led her to a police officer outside the cordon, who confirmed that it was the deceased''s mother and told her to get into the police car and wait.


    We then accompanied the deceased to the police station as friends of the deceased, and in the afternoon the crash report came back with David''s DUI and the time of death at about 5:00 am.


    David was drinking alone in a bar last night at 11 p.m. Police summoned the owner of the bar, who confirmed that David had left around 3 a.m., and that a man was supporting him at the time. The man "wore a duck-tongued cap, the appearance is not clear", from the surveillance, is a thin body, about one meter seven men.


    Who the man in the cap was is point one. It is doubtful that David was not driving in the direction of his home at the time of the accident.


    It''s too fishy for David to be in a car accident just as we''ve speculated that David had something to do with Helen''s death.


    Assuming this is a murder, what is the suspect''s motive? The answer is that the suspect is probably Helen''s murderer, "zhong", and David is the man he brought in to clean up the scene.


    Because of our recent reopening of the investigation, zhong sensed that David was a danger, and fearing that his cover would be blown, he set out to kill him.


    And it all started when Haley approached us to investigate, and as Helen''s lifelong friend, she''s currently in danger as well.


    It was late afternoon when we got out of the police station, so I called Haley and learned that she was just getting ready to leave work, so I told her about David''s situation and asked her to stay at the office for now until we got over to her.


    Haley, an architectural and engineering data clerk whose company is on the seventeenth floor of the Kaiping Building, pushes open the glass door of her company to find her workstation empty and her bag still in place.


    I called her and she said she was smoking in the hallway and that the smoking area was at the end of the hall, right out the door and across from the restrooms. False alarm, we went over and Fyren was smoking with her.


    "Don''t be nervous, I''ll be fine." She exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly.


    "Did Helen ever mention a man named ''zhong''?" Fyren asked her from the hallway.


    Haley shook her head.


    "Helen was David''s subordinate, she had an undisclosed partner who was the prime suspect in Helen''s murder, and who knew David. now that David is dead, we''re going to start with David''s contacts from when he owned the nightclub and see if we can find out about a married man named '' zhong'', a married man." I told Haley.


    "Why a married man?"


    "We suspect Helen has been a mistress."


    Coming out of the building, I went to the bathroom and as I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and saw a gray, folk-like man come in.


    Construction companies inevitably have engineering team of people, but I recalled in the police station to see David before the incident bar surveillance video, the duck-tongued man who assisted him to leave, the rear trouser leg is covered with white spots, at the time I thought it was a pattern, at the moment the two elements are suddenly connected to the trouser leg of those white dots is a mud point it?


    With only a moment''s lapse of concentration, I jerked my head up to look in the mirror and realized that the man had dived close behind me, and I didn''t have time to react before my neck was tightened by the wire at the back of my head.


    There is a force that pulls me backward, I am short of breath, in a panic, my right hand touched the flower pot placed on the sink, grabbed the edge and smashed it backward, the ceramic pot smashed the murderer''s head, shattered, the wire ring is thus loosened, I fell to my knees to break free, my neck was strangled by the wire with a crack, the blood flowed like a stream of blood, the whole person dazed and dizzy, sitting on his knees and his hands covering the wound, the blood is still spilling out from the cracks of the fingers. I could not cry out.


    Seeing that my strength was failing, the perpetrator looked around, lifted a fire extinguisher from the side of the door, ran towards me and smashed it over my head, I stepped back and ducked under the sink, and on the first stroke he smashed the extinguisher against the sink counter with a muffled sound, and I kicked him in the crotch with my right foot so hard that he retreated two metres away and curled up on the ground.


    He was about five-foot-seven, with a skinny frame, and I concluded that he was no match for me. Taking advantage of the time that he fell to the ground, I hurriedly adjusted my mind, stabilized my breath, and took off the T-shirt that I was wearing, kneaded it into a ball to block the flow of blood from the neck wound, and stood up by holding onto the washbasin.


    He also stood up shakily and moved to the doorway to prevent me from escaping. I held a shard of flowerpot china in my right hand, trying to take advantage of his energy in rushing toward me to collide with him and drive the sharp porcelain into his chest. I clutched the porcelain shard so tightly that my palm was cut and bruised. One move was all it took. "Come on!" I shouted hoarsely.


    He lifted the fire extinguisher and ran forward once more, when the toilet door opened, Fyren heard a noise outside, became suspicious, and opening the door moments later, saw my naked upper body covered in blood, he quickly caught up with the perpetrator, and, taking advantage of his opponent''s impetus, pushed him vigorously forward and slammed him.


    The perpetrator was knocked against the sink and hit his head on the mirror with such force that the entire mirror shattered and shards of glass fell to the ground. The perpetrator rebounded and fell to the ground, his forehead swollen, and when he raised his head, blood flowed vertically down the bridge of his nose and dripped at the tip.


    The fire extinguisher fell from his hand and was picked up by Fyren, who escorted me to the door and blocked the only exit from the restroom.


    The perpetrator had to lean into the restroom, where he casually picked up a sharp shard of glass and pointed it at us. We confronted him.


    He went forward, stabbed Fyren with glass, Fyren hit him with a fire extinguisher to the wrist, and then a side, his right hand quickly into the armpit of the assailant, holding his arm, his left hand holding his wrist, deep horse stance, the other side of the back of the force on the right shoulder, a force, and heavily over the shoulder to the ground, and then wringing the hands of the assailant, a break, the glass shards fell to the ground, Fyren kicked the foot to the far side. Fyren kicked his foot to the far side of the room. When he saw that he had overpowered the assailant, the assailant probed his head and was about to bite Fyren''s arm, but Fyren let go of him and jumped away from the spot.


    "You have no way out." Fyren stood toward the restroom door.


    The assailant, his face livid and sinewy, like a mad dog, charged again, and Fyren laid the fire extinguisher across the room and struck the assailant hard in the face with the bottom of the bottle, causing him to lie backward, and in a moment to brace himself and rise again.


    His face was bleeding from his nose, his right hand was broken by Fyren, his forehead was bumped and swollen, and his body was scratched by shards of glass on the floor, and he was winning. People on the same floor gathered around the door at the news, and the restroom door pushed open at that moment, and Haley came in and told us, "I''ve called the police."


    Fyren said to the perpetrator, "Surrender."


    The assailant stepped back and retreated to the restroom window, where he pulled it open with his uninjured left hand and, without pausing for a second, dove down.


    Seventeen floors up, before we could react, we heard a dull crash downstairs, followed by a flurry of car alarms. At this point, the clothes I was covering under my neck were already wet with blood, my body was cold, and my consciousness was fading.


    I woke up the next morning, lying in a hospital bed with eleven stitches in my neck and a ring of gauze wrapped around the outside of the wound.


    Fyren, Haley and a nurse are around. I tried to speak but had a hard time vocalizing. The nurse interrupts me, "The wound was just stitched up, don''t talk yet."


    Fyren told me that the assailant was dead, and that the police had matched him to the man in the ducktail hat who had shown up at the bar that night to help a drunken David out.


    He was indeed a construction worker for the construction company inside the Kaiping Building, but registered with a fake ID card. On him, the police did not search a single thing, he was a blank.


    On top of that, the medical examiner detected that he had AIDS. This could be an explanation for his death.


    Upon learning the news, Fyren went back to the hotel and took another fresh shower, throwing away any blood-spattered clothing.


    "I learned an important clue from the coroner today." Fyren told me, "Two of the victims he autopsied recently, both with AIDS, one was the perpetrator and the other was that crazy lady Yamy."


    "Things are getting complicated." Fyren said, "But I have a feeling the case is winding down. It won''t be too late for us to look into it when you''re better."


    "If it wasn''t for me, you wouldn''t be okay. I''m sorry." Haley''s eyes reddened.


    I nodded to her that I didn''t care.


    For the next three days, Haley took care of me in the hospital. In order for me to get well, Fyren did the rest of the investigation alone.


    He went to David''s funeral, how to say David is also a celebrity, the row is very big, outside the lobby parked a number of luxury cars with various city license plates.


    David is a filial son, Fyren thought he died, David''s mother will be heartbroken, but I did not expect her whole sober and firm, speaking on the stage, voice clanging: "David is even more superstitious than me, to open a company to look at the feng shui, think that the funeral is bad luck, seldom to attend, oh, two years ago he attended a funeral, and that night came back to the clothes worn by the body thrown away! David is even more superstitious than me.


    He must not have expected so many people to come to his funeral, and I''ll tell you all that he was very nice and did a lot of good things, so you don''t have to throw away the clothes you wore today when you go back." The people at the bottom laughed at this.


    Fyren finds David''s previous driver at the funeral, who also finds David''s death anomalous and believes that although David liked to drink, he valued his life and would never have been a person who would drink and drive.


    "How long have you been driving for David?" Fyren asked.


    "Eight years, the nightclub closed before I left." The driver said.


    "His mom just said that David was at a funeral two years ago when you were his driver, do you know whose funeral it was?"


    "I don''t know." The driver shook his head, "I drove for him for eight years, and that was the only time he let me go home early."


    "Do you remember the time?" Fyren was alert.


    "March 12, I thought it was some kind of big day."


    March 12, 2012, was the date of Helen''s death.David didn''t go to the funeral, he went to Helen''s room.Fyren approached David''s mother afterwards, "Do you remember the day of David''s funeral two years ago?"


    "He put all the clothes he wore that day in a black bag and when I bumped into him, he told me he had attended a funeral and asked me to help him get rid of his clothes and shoes. I saw that the clothes were still new and thought I could give them to a relative, so I hid them from him and kept them in the utility room on the first floor. Can''t remember much of the rest."


    "Have the clothes been given away since?" Fyren asked.


    "And then it went out the window."


    In the first-floor barn, David''s mother rummages through a large black plastic bag containing a black jacket coat, a pair of suit pants, a pair of gloves, and a pair of brown leather shoes.


    Fyren found some embedded glass shards in the sole of his shoe, which he picked out in full and placed in a Ziploc bag.


    Tina recalled that on the night of Helen''s death, there was an argument in the room, a bottle of Kingway beer was smashed, and later she heard the sound of a shoe stepping on broken glass.


    Fyren pulls out the three shards of clear brown glass we found in the corner of the master bedroom, and comparing them reveals that they''re identical to the ones on the soles of David''s shoes. This basically confirms that he was one of the accomplices in Helen''s murder.


    In the inner pocket of the jacket, Fyren finds another piece of physical evidence, a crumpled piece of horizontal lined paper, and after reading its contents, Fyren connects all the dots and understands the mystery of Helen''s death.


    Helen had already resigned from the Yindu nightclub when she died. Fyren goes to Helen''s house again and learns from her parents that she was preparing for a job at the local TV station and had already passed the written test and the interview, but she committed suicide at a critical moment, which is what Helen''s mother can''t figure out.


    At that time, the personnel director of the TV station had already left the station, Fyren bounced around and found her, the personnel director contacted countless interviewees, but was impressed by Helen, "she looks sweet, Mandarin is very standard, outstanding language expression ability, is really the candidate we are looking for, unfortunately, the written test and interview have passed, I did not expect to get stuck in the last pass, our medical examination standards are in accordance with the civil service examination to come, she physical examination did not pass."


    "For which test specifically did you fail?" Fyren asked.


    "Even though I''ve left my job, I''m still bound by confidentiality, sorry." Personnel face apologized.


    "Is it because of this?" Fyren unfolded the piece of cross-hatched paper found in David''s coat pocket on the tabletop and moved it to the other man.


    The other woman swallowed as she watched, knowing that Fyren was aware of everything and had come to her on this trip just to make a final confirmation.


    Meanwhile, the night before I was discharged, Haley left the hospital room and did not return.


    Fyren came to pick me up from the hospital. He went to Haley''s work and house and looked for her. No one was to be found and the phone was off.


    "Did you call the police?" My voice was still hoarse.


    "She''ll be fine." Fyren said.


    The man in the cap works in Kaiping Mansion and usually keeps to himself, and his colleagues say they sometimes see him smoking in the hallway.Fyren is puzzled, as he works in the same company as Haley, he has plenty of chances to kill Haley, so why did he come to attack me that night instead? Besides, construction workers usually work outside, so it''s strange that they come to the hallway specifically to smoke.


    Fyren was on guard against Haley, and he privately found someone to recover the 10,000-transferred tweet posted by Haley. Discovered that there was something wrong with the photo she took with Helen.Fyren found the photo on the wall of Helen''s room.The background and the characters were the same, but it was a selfie with Helen alone in it. "At that time, Haley mosaic Helen''s eyes, it seems to respect the dead, but in fact, it is to cover up the problem that the two people''s pupil light source point is not the same in the photo, that group photo is P." Fyren said.


    "What was the purpose of her forgery?" I asked.


    "To add credibility, let''s get involved and ride the ''double madness case'' and bring Helen''s death into the limelight, when something has a broad mass base, we tend not to doubt its veracity." Fyren said, "I''ve asked Helen''s coworkers and friends over the past few days, and none of them knew of Haley''s existence.Helen''s mother kept her daughter''s cell phone number from when she was alive, and there was no Haley''s number in her address book. She was not a friend of Helen''s."


    "Even if she wasn''t Helen''s friend, there''s something really wrong with Helen''s death." I was shocked at what Fyren said.


    "Helen''s death was a suicide." Fyren said, "It was a suicide that looked like murder. She knew that if we looked into it, we''d just hit a dead end."


    In the inside pocket of David''s jacket, Fyren found Helen''s suicide note that he had not dealt with. The suicide note states that she was told by the TV personnel that day that she had contracted AIDS, and that she regretted being a mistress and being kept in the dark when she was infected by the man.


    On that night of March 12, 2012, Helen had a big fight with her boyfriend in her room because she learned that she was infected with HIV. Later, she locked herself in her room to drink, got up a death wish, took a large amount of sleeping pills and drowned in the bathtub. Noticing something was wrong, the boyfriend took out his spare key and opened the door to find Helen dead. So he called David and another person to help clean up the scene, because his identity is not public, it is easy to erase their own traces, and Helen was a suicide, the police naturally did not suspect him afterward. "Haley was probably the third person in the room at the time." Fyren said.


    They took the suicide note afterward because they didn''t want the two messages revealed in it to come to light.


    One is the name of his boyfriend, Zihong, a married, second-generation rich man who is the guest of honor at the Yindu nightclub. We had seen this name earlier when we were checking David''s connections, but our thinking was misled by Tina on the first floor, who didn''t realize that "zhong" was actually a portmanteau of "Zihong."


    Another piece of information that needs to be hidden is AIDS. Helen committed suicide, and at that time, the "Hongteng District" had already been demolished and rebuilt - there was no possibility of the room becoming a murder house, so why did "Prosperity Properties" have to pay a high compensation to the parents of the deceased? "Why would Prosperity Properties pay an exorbitant amount of compensation to the parents of the deceased?


    Because the developer, is Zihong''s father. What this father really wants to cover up is the fact that Helen had AIDS. He blocks the parents of the deceased from conducting an autopsy and pays for the notification of the lover, because once it comes to light, the negative news of his son''s HIV infection and his bad marriage will be in the press one after the other, which will be a blow to the family estate and Zihong''s future life will be over.


    "The Yindu Nightclub is a dance club, but everyone knows that there is a sex trade going on inside. In order to consolidate his position, David makes friends with various powerful people, including Zihong''s father, the owner of "Prosperity Real Estate".


    He figured out the playboy Zihong''s preference, and chose a lady who would definitely be sent to Zihong''s room on the first night as long as she matched Zihong''s favorite type.


    This also explains the similarity in the looks of the crazy girls Yamy and Helen: long hair, big eyes, melon-faced, tall, who contracted AIDS as a result of Zihong, one of whom went mad and one of whom committed suicide.


    David and Zihong are in the same boat. A nightclub with an AIDS scandal could be closed down or retaliated against by someone he can''t afford to mess with. This is a price David can''t afford to pay, so he has to find a way to erase the fact that Helen has AIDS.


    At David''s funeral, the chauffeur told Fyren that it wasn''t the market that caused Silverado to close.


    Last August, a customer infected with AIDS, the police, finally broke. Police investigation based on this clue, found that the nightclub and the "Prosperity Real Estate" money links, so found out the "Prosperity Real Estate" boss bribe officials evidence, October, "Hongteng District In October, the demolition project of "Hongteng District" was shelved and Zihong''s father was imprisoned.


    The family path didn''t lag behind, as Zihong went on to die of a drug overdose this past April, with the publicly announced cause of death being cancer.


    "What role did Haley play? And who was the man with AIDS who attacked me and jumped to his death?" I spoke more sharply, tugging at the wound on my neck with an itchy pain.


    Fyren shook his head, "Not sure yet. But Haley''s aim, should be on both of us."


    "You mean she knew someone attacked me in the restroom. She knew the perpetrator?"


    "Right." Fyren told me, "That day when you went to the restroom, she said she had a video she wanted to show me, and I followed her to the workstation, and she told me to put on my headphones, and just as I was about to do so, I heard a noise from the restroom side. Now that I think about it, the company was already off duty, there were not many people in the room, and I had to put on the headphones to watch the video, probably to block the sound of the fight in the restroom. Including the back she ran into the toilet, said have called the police, now think of it, like saying to the perpetrator to listen to, the perpetrator listened to it and then jumped off the building."


    "Wait." I stopped in my tracks, "When did you perceive these?"


    "When you operate." Fyren said.


    "Then, according to you, Haley is harmful to my suspicion, and you still let her take care of me alone in the hospital these days, aren''t you giving her the convenience to do it?"


    "Yeah, I was just waiting for her to do it." Fyren said with a smile despite my surprise.


    Taking advantage of Haley''s bathroom breaks at the hospital, Fyren installed a pinhole camera in the lamp across the bed from me. He paid the duty nurse a fee to take turns with her, watching Haley''s every move from the duty room on the same floor. I wanted to catch Haley while she was on me, but I didn''t expect to wait three days, find nothing, and let her get away.


    "A companion can be used as bait if necessary." I teased him, "Could put that one in the nightwalker code."


    "Actually, she went down on you." Fyren laid his cell phone screen across and showed me the video he''d taken.


    The image is of Haley''s last moments before she left the hospital room late the night before I was discharged. She stood up from the chair next to my bed, walked toward the sleeping me, leaned in for a hug, and nudged my cheek with her lips.


    Moments after Haley leans over, Fyren pauses and points to her backside, where I see an inverted bat tattoo.


    "Let''s go, I''ll buy you a marinated lion''s head goose,"


    Fyren tapped me on the shoulder, "Neck still hurt?"

 There was a stick next to the body with teeth marks on it, and the police asked: where are the teeth

    Haley''s bat tattoo on her lower back connects the dots between the "cult murders" in Guangzhou.


    This same symbol appeared on the neck of Xi, who was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, and on the right arm of the masked man who ambushed us in the Pearl Building in Guangzhou.


    They undoubtedly belong to the same criminal gang, and the leader is probably FuBian, who founded the "Bat Cult".


    Because Fyren and I sabotaged his criminal plan in Guangzhou, he turned the tables and took revenge on us.


    The masked man''s ambush, Haley''s commission, all came close to killing us, and I have a nearly 10-centimeter scar on my neck as a result.


    Back in Shenzhen, I took some time off.


    One day, Fyren told me that FuBian''s revenge won''t stop and that I should stop the rest of my work and take the initiative to find out where he is.


    Fyren hypothesized that the criminal group must be backed by money.


    Even though FuBian has a powerful compulsion, it is clear that his financial power alone cannot absorb such a group of offenders.


    We returned to the Tianhe District of Guangzhou and went to the industrial park where FuBian founded the "Prisoners'' Mutual Aid Association". We found the manager of the park and exchanged two Chinese cigarettes for a person''s name, and he readily gave us the information about the tenant.


    The monthly rent for the barn was sixty-seven thousand dollars, and the tenant was not FuBian, but a man named Yasin Chen, thirty-one years old, of American nationality, now living in Hong Kong. Like FuBian, he also studied management at Arizona State University.


    Fyren used Facebook to contact a classmate who knew YasinChen and confirmed that Chen and Fu met while studying abroad, and that FuBian was so charming that YasinChen obeyed him.


    We googled "Hong Kong" and "YasinChen" and, as expected, there were multiple entries, and surprisingly, the top one was a news story about a murder related to him.


    In the early hours of October 27, 2014, two murders occurred in a villa in the southern part of Lantau Island, an outlying island of Hong Kong, where a man and a woman drowned in a pool in the backyard of the villa, the woman naked and the man''s body wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, their mouths taped with black tape and their eyes covered with black cloth.


    Before his death, he was attacked by thugs with sticks and had multiple bruises and wounds on his body.


    The two men drowned quickly in the water because their hands and feet were tied with ropes. The room safe was searched and the estimated value of the lost property was between one million Hong Kong dollars.


    Both deceased were celebrities.


    The man is Yasin Chen''s brother, Nathan Chen, the eldest son of the chairman of the board of directors of Thousand Morning Realty, who is thirty-four years old.


    The woman''s name is Yvonne, a former Asian beauty pageant winner who briefly entered the acting industry and won a posthumous award, before marrying Yasin Chen in 2012 and then retiring from acting.


    YasinChen had a motive to commit the crime when his wife cheated on him with his brother, but after police lines up an alibi and clues left at the scene of the murder, the police quickly apprehended the suspect.


    NathanChen had just gotten a new car before he was killed, and a week after the murder, someone posted a video of him and Yvonne car-shaking on the Internet, and netizens eventually concluded that the two were cheating on each other.


    When the scandal broke, YasinChen had no choice but to hold a press conference, saying that his domestic violence was one of the root causes of the tragedy, and that he was ashamed of the two deceased and would strongly support the police in their case.


    Celebrity, cheating, murder, this case has caused a stir in Hong Kong, and based on my knowledge of Hong Kong''s paparazzi, the relevant personnel will surely be raked over the coals.


    This will greatly facilitate our next investigation of YasinChen.


    As for which port of entry, I naturally went to my predecessor, Ryan, who had brought me into the industry in Hong Kong before.


    Ryan is a Hong Konger who often wears a plain gray T-shirt in the summer and a black trench coat in the winter, and his closet is stocked with many sets of the same clothes, partly out of laziness, and partly because paparazzi''s work has to be low-profile.


    He makes a living by providing information on Hong Kong celebrities, and his stalking skills are particularly impressive.


    Before I was a doggie because I was forced by life and self-absorbed, but he truly loves it and is proud of it.


    He would rarely look directly at people, at first to avoid being spotted by his stalking target, but later forming a habit of mostly glancing at people with his afterimage even when talking to his coworkers and friends.


    Arriving in Hong Kong the day after New Year''s Day 2015, we met at a coffee shop in Kwun Tong Plaza.


    I spot Ryan in the middle of the bustling store. Going to his side, knuckles knocking on the tabletop, he raised his eyes to us and stood up to shake Fyren''s hand.


    "Sorry for the long wait." Fyren said.


    Ryan says in broken Mandarin that he just got here too. I gesture to Fyren to pay up.


    Ryan was unsure and I explained that when I entered the store Fyren saw two coffee cups sitting at your table and one was finished and thought you had been waiting here for a while and I thought you had just arrived so we made a bet and I won.


    Ryan looks at me, "How can you tell I just got here?"


    "You know that we are two people come, but still choose a two people seating small table, the location is the center of the store, and you are always used to sit in the corner. This coffee shop is full and seats are basically up for grabs, so you can see that you had a hard time finding this empty table, and you were already seated before the waiter had a chance to clear the table." I said.


    "The fact that you asked us to come to this coffee shop suggests that it''s quiet and suitable for talking, but now that it''s so noisy, I''m guessing you didn''t take the extra factor of the ''New Year''s Day holiday'' into account, so maybe next you''ll suggest to us that we find a new place?"


    "Not bad for a friend." Ryan patted me on the shoulder, "It does have that going for it."


    We walked to the seaside gardens near the square and found a secluded spot to sit.


    Ryan told us he quit being a reporter last June and opened a detective agency.


    "There are specialties in the arts, and before that, my area of interest was celebrity cheating, but Cases were limited, so I became a detective instead. This pool drowning case originally had nothing to do with me, but in the middle of July this year, Yvonne had approached me to investigate her husband, her death, and I felt that things were not as simple as they appeared to be, so I''ve been following up."


    Ryan remembers what Yvonne looked like when she approached him, a beauty pageant winner and movie queen, but in a state of emaciation.


    On a hot day, she met Ryan in a jacket, sunglasses off, her right eye black and blue and bloodshot, she said she had been domestically abused by her husband YasinChen, rolled up the right sleeve of her jacket to show Ryan the scars on her arms, lifted up the back of her shirt, a gaping, oozing wound, and that YasinChen had often beaten her with a belt.


    She''d read about Ryan and knew he had a knack for finding out about cheating.


    Yvonne wants Ryan''s help; she feels that her husband is seeing other women outside the home, and finding incriminating evidence against him will increase her leverage in the divorce.


    "Yvonne was shaking when she talked to me, not with anger, but with fear. The tears wouldn''t stop flowing, as if she didn''t even know it.


    After all these years of working, I thought I was cold enough, but seeing her fall into this state doesn''t sit well with me." Ryan said, "I took the commission and gave Yvonne a push-button cell phone so she could contact me privately."


    But Ryan doesn''t find evidence of YasinChen''s cheating, and just as he''s getting burnt out, he receives a text from Yvonne that says, "Stop investigating, no more contact. Do not reply."


    He hadn''t heard from Yvonne since then, and when he pointed his telephoto lens at the window of YasinChen''s house, he realized that the shade hadn''t been pulled back since the beginning.


    When he hears about Yvonne again, he doesn''t realize that it''s her murder.Ryan is very remorseful, "If we had looked into it, maybe Yvonne wouldn''t have died."


    "What?" Fyren asked.


    "Yvonne cheated with NathanChen, this is very suspicious. It has been rumored in the circle that NathanChen is a homosexual, and the several girlfriends he has had are nothing more than his father''s orders. His father has already had the will to retire, and I have heard that the condition for NathanChen to take over the job is, first of all, that he has to start a family and have children. Although these news can not be confirmed, but from his habit of living alone in the past few years and the industry''s evaluation of him, I do not think he will cheat with his sister-in-law."


    "This is all speculation.NathanChen could be bisexual too." Fyren said.


    "Besides, there are videos of the two cheating on each other online." I added.


    "Did you guys watch the video?" Ryan asked.


    We shook our heads.


    "Car recorder footage to the public, said video, in fact, just a recording, peach color news traditionally spread widely, because to meet the netizen''s desire to snoop, and then after fermentation, into a deep impression. There are some bad-hearted journalists who will use such means to slander stars, even if the stars come up with strong evidence to prove their innocence, the netizens will take it as a public relations tactic." Ryan searched out the video in his phone and tapped it to show us.


    The camera is pointed at a stretch of ocean, and the image doesn''t move, it looks like the car is parked at a dock somewhere.


    The time is 6 p.m. on May 6, 2014, and the video features a conversation between the two, with the male voice asking in Cantonese, "Where''s Yasin?"


    The female voice replied, "Went to Shantou, said she''d be back in a week."


    The male voice asks, "Did he hit you again?" A sob is heard.


    The male voice said, "Divorce him and live with me."


    The female voice asked, "Would Daddy allow you to do that?"


    The male voice said, "It''s okay, I''ll take care of it."


    Then there was the sound of seats scraping, pants unbuckling, moaning, a slight shaking of the screen, and the female voice calling out "Nathan" several times in rapid succession, to which the male responded.


    About half an hour later, the scene shifts and the car starts.


    "A few short conversations, seemingly casual, actually carry information, giving names of people, character relationships, domestic violence, and fatherhood, less like a normal chat and more like scripted lines." Ryan noted.


    "Conversations can be faked, voices can be faked. But not the picture."


    After the video was released, Ryan watched it multiple times, noting that a yacht had passed in front of the car during this time, and the image was zoomed in and then sharpened to reveal the word "tiger" marked on the hull of the yacht.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Hong Kong is surrounded by sea on three sides, and private yacht culture is prevalent. Ryan, through his network of connections, quickly found the owner, and was going to ask the owner about the route the yacht had passed on May 6 at 6 p.m., but his logbook didn''t have that date marked on it.


    May 6 was a Tuesday, and the owner stated that he usually sails on weekends and did not sail on Tuesday.


    "The people who benefit are the counterfeiters." Ryan said.


    "I checked, YasinChen has a nightclub in Shantou, there was a fire in April last year, and he went over there from May 4 to 8 to clean up the mess, that''s why he chose the 6th day to fake it, both to make this video more convincing and to prove that his wife has been cheating on him with his brother for a long time."


    "YasinChen wasn''t there the day it happened, do you think he had someone else do it?" Fyren searched.


    Ryan nodded, "This murder has nothing to do with YasinChen, I even think his real target is his brother NathanChen, get rid of him and he''ll be the only male left in the family, sooner or later the chairmanship will pass to him."


    "Then one could have just killed NathanChen, there was no need to fake the two of them cheating on each other." I questioned.


    "That''s why my investigation never went anywhere." Ryan changed the subject, "By the way, are you guys here to check him out too?"


    "A case with Guangzhou last year had something to do with him." Fyren sketched it out, he didn''t want Ryan to know too much so he wouldn''t get hurt by mistake.


    "Just so we can investigate together." Ryan said.


    "Why do you want to keep looking into it?" Fyren asked rhetorically.


    "I don''t like to do things halfway." Ryan said, "Yvonne had a commission at the time, and I only did half of it."


    NathanChen has a well-known hobby, driving antique cars.


    He had just purchased a 1970 Dodge Charger the week before he was killed.


    The police later arrested the suspect, Glenn, based on clues at the scene of the murder. He is an employee of the "Kimberly''s Antique Car Company", where Nathan Chen purchased his new car.


    NathanChen''s villa is covered with surveillance, the front door has both fingerprint and password verification, and the door locking system shows no signs of being tampered with, so the murderer should have been hiding in the room long ago.


    The garage was on the first floor of the villa, and police found the trunk of the antique car inside unclosed, with a motor oil palm print left on the trunk lid that looked suspiciously like a cloth glove from the grain.


    There is a small hole drilled in the lock plate, presumably the murderer hid in NathanChen''s trunk beforehand, and when the time was ripe to open the trunk, because the garage and the villa''s various rooms are connected, so they were able to sneak into the room and abduct NathanChen and Yvonne.


    On the floor of Nathan Chen''s room, the police found a note with the word "car dealership" written on it, which was supposedly a clue left by Nathan Chen after he was tied up with his hands behind his back and realized the identity of the murderer, and secretly left a clue behind his back by using his hand to fumble with the pen and paper on the table.


    It was difficult to make out the handwriting because it was written backhanded and blind and the strokes were distorted, but multiple fingerprints of NathanChen were detected on the note.


    The murderer supposedly had no intention of killing NathanChen in the first place, which can be determined in three ways:


    First, Nathan Chen may judge that he will not die. He recognizes the identity of the murderer as being related to the car dealership, and intends to kidnap and extort money from the family, so he takes the risk of leaving clues to the word "car dealership" in the hope of being rescued.


    Two, Yvonne died more than an hour before NathanChen.


    Three, before he was killed, NathanChen also made a call to his assistant, saying he wouldn''t be going to the office tomorrow.


    This is generally the modus operandi of kidnappers, and the only explanation for why they later killed NathanChen is that the killer realized that his identity was recognized by the other side.


    "Jinli car store" store is not big, only a boss and three employees, the police according to the clues, access to the "Jinli car shop" personnel information.


    Soon locked an employee named Glenn, Fujianese, single, twenty-one years old, came to Hong Kong in 2014, borrowed to live in his aunt''s house, the address is located in a tenement building near Tsuen Wan Road.


    The police went to the car dealership for a surprise interrogation, and the remaining three had alibis, except for Glenn''s aunt, who was traveling in Japan at the time and lived alone.


    Suspecting that he had accomplices, the police quickly applied for a search warrant for the suspect to lead a search at the house.


    Two watches were eventually found behind the stove in the living room, HK$650,000 and US$100,000 were found under the bed in the bedroom, which were confirmed to be the contents of Nathan Chen''s safe.


    The police arrested Glenn on charges of intentional homicide and burglary and later detained him in the Lai Chi Kok Reception Centre.


    Ryan introduced us to Glenn''s defense attorney, Rex''s firm. When Ryan was a paparazzo, he often acted as an "informant" for some of the lawyers, and had helped Rex gather the evidence he needed for his lawsuits. The two of them bonded over this.


    Rex took over the case in mid-November 2014, and in his office, he walked us through the events leading up to Glenn''s arrest.


    In conclusion, "The suspicious aspect of this case is the absence of Glenn''s fingerprints at the crime scene and on the stolen property recovered from his residence. These are, at best, circumstantial physical evidence and hardly form a complete chain of evidence."


    We looked at photos of the scene, and there were clothes strewn on the bedroom floor, and the two had clearly been in a heated relationship before they were killed.


    The two victims were floating in the pool with their hands tied behind their backs, sideways and naked, with bruises and cuts all over their bodies.


    Yvonne was missing an incisor and an aluminum baseball bat was left at the scene, a non-cottage item.


    The body of the stick was dented in several places, stained with the blood of the two men, and there was a tooth mark, which was later tested to match Yvonne''s tooth mark, and it is assumed that the murderer swung the stick into Yvonne''s teeth, causing her to lose her incisors.


    Surveillance at YasinChen''s villa shows him leaving in a Lamborghini at 10:15 p.m. on October 26, 2014, and Yvonne walking out the door at 11:07 p.m.


    On the evening of October 26, at about eleven o''clock, YasinChen went to the company''s warehouse to play mahjong with three employees.


    At 2:10 a.m. on the 27th, YasinChen''s car appeared in front of a bar on Kei Lung Street in Yau Tsim Mong District, and several people confirmed that he was inside the store.


    The medical examiner presumed Yvonne''s time of death to be between 0:00 a.m. and 1:00 a.m. and NathanChen''s time of death to be between 2:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m. on October 27th.


    The hard drive of the security camera footage from NathanChen''s villa was lost and has not been found.


    According to the deposition of NathanChen''s assistant and the recording of the telephone call, it was confirmed that at 2:01 a.m., NathanChen left a telephone message for Jason, which read, "Mr. Jason, I will not go to the office tomorrow and you will follow up on all matters. Do not disturb."


    "Since there was an intent to kidnap, there was no need to also attack the victim with a club, right?" After reading the various clues, I quickly realized the problem.


    "There''s a suspicion of venting." Fyren said, "But Glenn didn''t have a grudge against either of the victims, and the torture wasn''t necessary."


    "Hmm." Rex agreed, "There are three rooms on the first floor of the villa, and three others on the second floor in addition to NathanChen''s bedroom, and while those rooms were closed that night, the perp went straight to NathanChen''s bedroom, and there are no signs of the handles on the remaining six rooms being twisted."


    "And the culprits were well aware of the possibility of infiltrating the house through the garage.NathanChen is a very private person and it is hard to believe that someone who has not crossed paths with him would be so aware of the inner workings of his villa."


    "Look at this fingernail." Fyren pointed to a close-up photo of NathanChen''s bound hands, a green substance staining the nail of his left thumb.


    "It probably rubbed off on the back lawn, or else it scraped the moss off the pool wall when it was struggling in the pool." Rex speculated.


    "Can I meet Glenn?" Fyren asked Rex.


    "Yes." Rex said, "But I can only take one person."


    We split up, Fyren went with Rex to the booking office to see Glenn, and I went with Ryan to the "Ginley Motors", where Ryan showed the owner of the dealership his detective''s license and told him that he was following up on Nathan Chen''s case.


    NathanChen purchased the Dodge Charger at the same time he credited his BMW E93.0CSi to the owner.


    The car is still in the store today, and after the cheating video went viral, the owner checked the car''s recorder and realized the memory card was missing.


    "The police came and asked before, and with so many people coming in and out of the store, it''s hard to figure out who the suspects are for stealing the cards." The owner said.


    We also asked NathanChen about his original purchase, and the owner said that because NathanChen was a regular customer, he would be notified in advance before any new stock arrived at the store.


    That Dodge Charger he decided to buy with little hesitation, paying for it on the spot with a credit card.


    "Drove off on the spot?" I asked.


    "No, it came over two days later to drive away." The owner said.


    "Was it Glenn who received him then?"


    "It was another fellow who received it. It was about one o''clock noon and Glenn was in the back room on his lunch break.


    He must have learned NathanChen''s identity inside and sprung for criminal intent." The boss guessed.


    The news that the police recovered incriminating evidence from Glenn''s residence has been made public, and although the case has not yet been decided, the public''s mind has already acquiesced that Glenn is the killer.


    "Was Glenn at the store when NathanChen came by to pick up the car?"


    "It was Sunday and I was the only one in the store." The owner replied.


    On the way back, Ryan makes a conclusive counter-argument: assuming Glenn committed the crime, NathanChen purchased the car, and while it was parked in the store, he tampered with the trunk lock and was then able to sneak into the victim''s cottage.


    But he hadn''t had any direct interaction with NathanChen, and it would be rash to decide to commit a crime on the basis of information he got in a short period of time outside the house.


    "The kidnapped person would have to know the identity of the kidnapper with complete certainty to leave clues at the scene, because if they were wrong, they would greatly slow down the progress of the investigation and set themselves up to be disadvantaged." I analyze.


    "NathanChen went to the car dealership twice without seeing Glenn. the night of the murder, NathanChen left clues about the ''car dealership'', which basically rules out that he drew his conclusions from the personal characteristics of the offender''s body, face and even voice, so where exactly did he draw the conclusion that the offender was connected to the ''car dealership''? Where did he conclude that the criminal was related to the ''car dealership''?"


    "Could the perp be someone else at the dealership?" Ryan looks at me.


    We went back to NathanChen''s cottage.


    After the murder, the villa is cordoned off by the police. Thinking Ryan had a good way in, he gave the barbaric answer of "over the wall."


    "That''s breaking and entering." I said.


    "At best, it''s a trespassing on an empty house. No one lives there, it doesn''t count as a private residence." He parked the car as a pad by the fence in the villa''s backyard.


    "The power should be out inside the villa by now, it won''t set off the alarm." He rummaged through the storage box and pulled out two masks, a roll of duct tape, and a hammer, handing me one of the masks, "Wear it, just in case."


    And then he said to himself, "The fingerprint combination lock on the front door is inconvenient for access to the case workers, so I''m sure they''ll lock the door with a deadbolt. Such a lock can be smashed off with a hammer. Duct tape is used to affix the glass, making it easy to break it."


    We stood up on the roof of the car and went successively over the wall of the villa to see a dead, empty swimming pool - the place where the two victims had drowned - with a pile of fallen leaves floating on top of it, immovable by the wind.


    The wall of the pool has not been cleaned for a long time and is covered with moss, which seems to be dotted with some red spots between the moss when carefully identified.


    Rounding the pool, a garage gate painted dark green appeared, and looking up at the second floor windows, which were more than four meters above the ground, and all of which were barred, it appeared that breaking the second floor windows to get into the room was not going to work.


    We walked up to the main entrance and found one of the two iron gates open to the outside, and underneath it, padded with a small rock as a barrier.


    "Duct tape and a hammer won''t work." Ryan shrugged and preceded.


    The villa window grilles are stainless steel, prismatic and brightly lit by the afternoon sun.


    When I looked up at the second floor window just now, I noticed dark shadows reflecting off the grill on one side of the room, and having already been subjected to two previous surprise attacks, I naturally couldn''t afford to take it lightly this time around - even if it was just a case of misreading.


    I took the hammer from Ryan''s hand and signaled him to keep quiet.


    The rooms were on three floors in all, the first and second being duplexes, and by means of a circular staircase we stepped softly up to the second floor, to the door of the room where the window bars reflected the dark shadows.


    The door to the room was closed, I asked Ryan to stay outside the door, took a deep breath, quickly unscrewed the door, pushed forward, the person flashed sideways into the room, there was not an assailant standing by the door as I expected, and quickly opened the room''s two two-meter-high white closets, which were likewise free of hidden people.


    I pushed open the small door to my room''s toilet, leaned over to look under the bed, pulled back the patio curtains, and both were empty.


    I breathed a huge sigh of relief, the handle of the hammer already sweaty from my grip, and the scar on my neck tickled.


    It seems the experience of being attacked has caused me to develop a stress reaction. I reassured myself that I was overthinking it.


    This is the master bedroom, the room where NathanChen was killed.


    The room is spacious and has a Japanese style, and by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the terrace, there are two one-meter-high pots of greenery, with lush foliage and vibrant leaves due to the sunrise of the windows.


    The bottle orchid in the lean-to was not symmetrical in shape, and I noticed that a few branches and leaves had fallen out of the pot, which appeared to have been artificially torn off, judging by the breaks in the branches and leaves.


    It tied in with some clue I''d seen between, and I was meditating on the counterpart when I suddenly heard a rolling rattle outside.


    Fruity is really someone!


    Not that I was paranoid, but before I went up to the second floor with Ryan, in the spirit of saving for a rainy day, I wrapped and tied the clear tape he''d brought with him between the bars on either side of the center of the stairs to form a tripwire.


    Before we entered the villa, the person in the room hid in other rooms beforehand, and while we were checking in the master bedroom, he took the opportunity to go downstairs, ready to sneak out, but unexpectedly tripped over the mechanism I set up, and rolled down from the middle of the circular staircase to the bottom, firmly and solidly.


    The moment he heard the ringing, Ryan was after him in a flash.


    "Be careful!" I ran out after him, and saw that the man who had fallen down the stairs was a man wearing a black mask, around six-foot-five, with a black ducktail hat on his head that detached in the tumble, revealing a silver-white slate haircut.


    He lay on the ground, apparently badly injured, and, seeing us in pursuit, struggled to his feet again and ran out of the house.


    If he had intended to attack us, he would have had the opportunity to do so, but he made a move to flee, so he should be harmless.


    With that thought, I picked up speed and ran down the stairs, crossing over the tripping tape place and chasing after the silver-haired person.


    "Pack two!" Ryan shouted at me, running towards the villa gate himself.


    The silver-haired man could not run fast enough due to an injury to his right leg, so he had to turn back into the backyard and run by the pool.


    There was only two meters between me and him, "Stop!" I shouted after him, ready to lunge him forward.


    That''s when a flying kick came from his right side, and the running man was kicked in the right shoulder by Ryan, sending his entire body flying into the pool.


    "Catch me!"


    Ryan couldn''t brake fast enough, I reached out to pull him back, missed, and his whole body fell into that cold pool of water filled with rotting leaves ......

 I put a tracker in her husbands pocket seven days after the girl died of domestic violence.

    We had to continue to catch up as the silver haired man swam across the pool and Ryan quickly caught up as he grabbed the other man''s left shoulder and wrenched him back, as the man''s and Ryan''s masks had come off during the swim, when they came face to face, they each recognized the other.


    "Jason," Ryan suddenly shouted.


    "It''s you?" The old man showed a sudden look of surprise.


    Jason is NathanChen''s assistant, technically a longtime credit to the Chen family business.


    He entered the Chen family at the age of twenty and is sixty-three this year, having become YasinChen''s assistant after the death of the company''s successor, NathanChen. Despite his age and faded gray hair, he was hale and hearty, with dark eyes.


    Unable to take a hot shower due to the power outage at the cottage, Jason rummaged through NathanChen''s clothes and handed Ryan, "The underwear is new."


    "Is it okay to wear these clothes?" Ryan shivered at the cold pool water.


    "It''s fine." Jason said, "The police have done a survey of the place and basically won''t be coming back."


    After they changed, I asked Jason what he was doing at the villa.


    "I haven''t asked you guys yet, like you''re the outsiders." Jason asked rhetorically.


    "We''re investigating NathanChen''s murder, there''s a lot of mystery in this case and the killer doesn''t look like the car dealership grunt." Ryan replied.


    "Doggy has that moralizing?" Jason gave a skeptical look.


    "I''m not an entertainment reporter anymore." Ryan pulled out his detective card, "Yvonne approached me before to investigate."


    "Oh, because of the YasinChen domestic violence thing?" Jason asked.


    "You know everything." Ryan toweled off his wet hair and sniffed the towel when he was done, looking disgusted.


    "He''s admitted it himself in front of the press."


    "Jason, what are you doing here?" I asked again.


    "This is the Chen''s villa, why? Do I need a reason to come here?" Jason said.


    "You''re wearing a mask and a duck hat." I said.


    Jason was silent for a while and then said, "It doesn''t hurt to tell you guys, I think Nathan died in a strange way, and a few days ago YasinChen said that the villa had been thoroughly surveyed and was ready to be reclaimed, so I thought I''d come over and take another look at it while the scene was still in its original state."


    During our conversation, I realized that Jason referred to "NathanChen" without adding a last name, but "YasinChen" was called by name or replaced with "he". or "he" instead.


    I wasn''t sure which side Jason was on, but decided to take a gamble and just offer up the bottom card, "To be honest, we suspect that NathanChen''s death has something to do with his brother, YasinChen."


    Jason lapsed into silence again, this time for a longer period of time. At first I was wary that he had been instructed by YasinChen to come here privately to destroy the incriminating evidence left behind. Now I felt I had made the right bet, he was on NathanChen''s side.


    "You guys are really here for the case," Jason looked over at me, "and not to write the story?"


    "Right." I said seriously, "For the case."


    Jason sighed, "I''m not doing a very good job as an assistant.


    The night he left me a message, I actually heard the voice then, but didn''t realize what the problem was, and when I got to the office the next day, the more I thought about it, the more wrong it was, and I called Nathan at noon, but there was no answer. At about three o''clock in the afternoon, I asked the lord, the lord entrusted someone to go to Nathan''s villa to see, only to learn that he was killed. You guys, if I had sensed the problem on the spot, wouldn''t the boy Nathan not have had to die."


    "What was the problem you noticed then?" I asked.


    "For those of you who don''t know, even though I''m Nathan''s subordinate, he''s always referred to me as ''Jason''. The other day''s phone call left a voice but called me ''Mr. Jason''. The voice was indeed his, and at first I thought he was so tired that it was normal for him to confuse the callers." Jason looked glum.


    "Who calls you ''''Mr. Jason''''?" Ryan sat up straight.


    "There are only two people, one is the Master and the other is YasinChen."


    "The voice is indeed NathanChen''s, but with a different name. It should be that the criminal forced NathanChen to make a message call, and NathanChen sensed the identity of the other party, so in the message, he left such a hidden clue." I speculated, suddenly thinking of the corresponding clue of the bottle orchid in the room, "By the way, the green juice in NathanChen''s thumbnail."


    NathanChen, if he sensed the identity of the culprit, would have tried to leave clues. But what could he have done with his hands tied behind his back and in the room? Would he have brushed up against the bottle orchid and scraped clues off the branches with his fingernails, snapping off a few leaves with his hands in the process, hoping that someone would find them afterward.


    The three of us went to the potted plant in the room, lifted the leaves and branches, and found that on the thick branch, the word "µÜ" was engraved in a crooked manner. After examination, only Nathan Chen''s fingerprints were found around the character "µÜ", as well as on the broken branches and leaves.


    At 9pm that night, Ryan, Fyren and I met up in Causeway Bay and Ryan offered to treat us to spicy crab.


    After the meal time, the restaurant''s attendance is not high, Ryan said that we must eat fried meat and crab when we come here, and ordered garlic sage king, salt and pepper nine belly fish, and fermented bean curd and greens.


    Crab meat is full of meat, covered with raw flour stir-fried with chili, edamame and fried garlic, and absorbed the sweetness of the crab itself, it is really tasty, the disadvantage is slightly salty.


    I see that the price isn''t cheap, each crab costs more than HK$1,000, unlike Ryan''s style of treats, and joked that weren''t our previous strongholds as paparazzi all Chinese ice rooms.


    He said that times are different nowadays, the paparazzi turned into a detective, the value of at least tripled, the guest is a guest, can not take it for granted, and the ice room table is too close to each other, it is not convenient to talk. Ryan ordered a bottle of red wine from the waiter, but the tables in the ice room were too close together for us to talk.


    "Come on, pick up the slack for Fyren." Ryan joked as he raised his glass, "Didn''t he just get out of jail today, did he get anything?"


    Fyren was talking to Glenn at Lai Chi Kok Reception Centre during the day, and he asked Glenn to carefully recall whether there were any rather strange customers arriving at the store on the day of NathanChen''s murder, October 27, 2014?


    Glenn pondered for a while and said, "At about 2pm that day, a tall and big customer came in, I accompanied him to try out the store''s BMW E93.0CSi, and he asked questions all the way through, where he was from, how old he was, why he came to Hong Kong, and how was his lifestyle? And asked if I had a girlfriend."


    "Because it is a customer, this single made the boss will give commission, I basically have to ask questions. Later he also asked for my contact information, and said that next time he drove his car to take me for a ride. At that time, I thought I had met a kind guest, and now that I think about it, he really wasn''t quite the same as other customers."


    "Remember what it looks like?"


    "About five-foot-eight, wears a pair of glasses, looks to be in his early to mid-thirties, carries a duffel bag, has a rather long face, a round chin, and very expressive eyes."


    "Where''s the hair?"


    "He was wearing a ducktail hat."


    "Did you talk about where you live?"


    "Learning that I was a Mainlander, he told me that rents in Hong Kong are very expensive nowadays, right? I told him that I was staying at my aunt''s house, near Tsuen Wan Road, and he said that he had a relative who also lived over there, so maybe he was still a neighbor."


    "I said it was Deren Tang Lou, he showed a surprised expression and asked me how many units and floors I lived in, I said it was the top floor of one unit. He said his fine aunt lives on the third floor, and asked me to go home today and ask my aunt if she recognized the owner of the third floor, so I told him that my aunt was in Japan during this time, and that I would tell her when she returned."


    Fyren concludes by telling Glenn that I believe you are innocent and will try to get you out of this, and that I may need your help to testify at that time.


    Glenn nodded tearfully.


    "The person who went to the car dealership on the day of the murder was FuBian," Fyren told me when we got back to the hotel.


    "That''s too sure of yourself."


    "I took FuBian''s picture to Glenn for identification." Fyren said.


    "Why didn''t you tell Ryan earlier?" I asked.


    "Investigating FuBian is our business, leave him out of it." Fyren said.


    The combined results of the investigations have generally clarified many of the suspicions in the murder case.


    Information from the scene suggests that the murderer was only prepared to kidnap NathanChen.The reason NathanChen was killed in the end is speculated to be because he recognized the identity of the murderer.The strange thing here is that even if the murderer was recognized, he could still carry out the kidnapping and then tear off the ransom after he got the ransom money.


    Therefore, it is very likely that the murderer had planned to kill Nathan Chen from the very beginning. If the murderer had already planned to kill Nathan Chen, why did he make Nathan Chen send a message to Jason before his death that he would not go to the office tomorrow? Most premeditated crimes, be it kidnapping or murder, are too risky for the perpetrator to send a message to outsiders before or during the execution.


    "Because he wanted to free up a day and find a scapegoat." Fyren said, "A scapegoat fulfills at least two conditions:


    One, this person had contacted NathanChen, preferably a new face.


    Second, the man had a way to sneak into the villa.NathanChen had just bought a new car, so the murderer came up with the idea that an employee of the car dealership had the intention of kidnapping the customer, and had done it in the trunk, hiding in the car to sneak into the villa."


    "The killer was someone who knew NathanChen." I followed Fyren''s stretch of reasoning.


    "Uh-huh. When he entered the villa, he killed Yvonne first, and afterward intimidated NathanChen that his purpose was kidnapping, and that if he did what he said, he would not have to die. He arranged for NathanChen to write the word ''car dealership'' on a note backhandedly, and told him to call Jason with a message, after which he tied his feet by the pool and pushed them into the pool to drown. Finally, he drills holes in the trunk of the car and puts glove prints on the lid, takes the villa''s CCTV hard drive and dumps suspicion on Glenn," Fyren analyzes.


    "During this time, NathanChen should have sensed the identity of the murderer and taken advantage of the situation by secretly leaving clues to ''Brother'' on the branches of the potted plants in the room." I said.


    "NathanChen was killed, his oldest brother had an alibi, and the employee''s statement that he was playing mahjong in the warehouse may have been collusion to falsify it, but the testimony of multiple patrons of that bar on Keelung Street can''t be falsified." Fyren lit a cigarette; the room we were staying in was on the hotel''s smoking floor and we could smoke in the room.


    "The murderer at the crime scene could only be someone else related to him. FuBian, for example - he also went to the car dealership to find a scapegoat, Glenn, to ask for information about his life, his emotions, his address, etc. Glenn said FuBian was carrying a duffel bag containing what could have been the two watches used for the planting of the stolen goods, six hundred and fifty thousand Hong Kong dollars and one hundred thousand US dollars."This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    "What if FuBian doesn''t find a suitable scapegoat?" I mused.


    "That, as usual, would complicate the case, and the police would think that the suspect got the idea to kidnap NathanChen after chatting with an employee at the dealership and learning about his recent car purchase." Fyren replied.


    "So you don''t think the order of his crimes is odd?" I said, "If we want to get rid of suspicion, we usually find out who the plantable person is before we commit the crime, FuBian could have gone to the car dealership and made sure of Glenn''s condition that night before committing the crime, it would have saved a lot of work and been a lot more secure, so why did he have to pick the more difficult path?"


    "Maybe he had to commit a crime then that day and couldn''t allow for more preparation." Fyren jotted down with a pen on the notepad on the nightstand, "Reasons why FuBian had to commit a crime on October 27, 2014?"


    "With the murder of his wife and brother, YasinChen was obviously the one who knew about it, and even authorized this crime. He was FuBian''s financial backer, FuBian helped him kill his brother, he naturally became the company''s future successor, in the end, FuBian is the biggest beneficiary." I speculated.


    "But why bring Yvonne into this?" Fyren frowned, jotting down a second suspicion in her pad.


    "These are all our speculations after all, and the evidence, if any, is the plant in the villa that was carved with the word ''µÜ'', and Glenn''s testimony about FuBian''s presence at the car dealership on the day of the crime. We need to find more evidence in order to take YasinChen and FuBian down in one fell swoop." I said.


    "Isn''t Ryan the master stalker?" Fyren stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, "Show me."


    "What are you guys doing following Yasin Chen?" Ryan asked us from the car, where we had been waiting for two hours outside the east entrance to the parking lot of the Chisen Realty building.


    "See who he meets with and what places he goes?" Fyren said.


    "If he stays at the office all day, then we ......" Ryan''s eyes snapped, "he''s out."


    YasinChen''s car is a black Maybach S600, he sits in the passenger side, the driver and his bodyguard, there is also a person sitting in the back seat, we quietly follow, the car drives along Hoi Hing Road, and then onto Tsuen Wan Road.


    The two cars kept their distance and followed them for more than an hour, realizing that the other party seemed to be circling along the edge of Kowloon and the New Territories, "and should have been spotted." Fyren said.


    "It''s fine." Ryan was calm and collected.


    After a big circle, the car headed towards the outlying islands, traveling through the end of the Evergreen Bridge, the Maybach S600 suddenly stopped, and three people came down from the car, YasinChen was wearing a black suit, with sparse hair on the top of his head, a broad face, and a stout figure.


    The other two men besides him were holding a metal baseball bat, "Back off." Fyren told Ryan, who was unfazed, lifting his camera and snapping a few shots towards the front, before pulling another microslice out of his locker and shoving the camera he was carrying into the locker. I looked in the rearview mirror as a Toyota approached, from which the same two men with baseball bats got out.


    The four men in the front and back walked up to our car and one rapped on the driver''s window with a stick, "Get out of the car!" Ryan starts the car again and says to us, "All stay put for now." I was ready for a dry run.


    The four began to frantically smash the windows of the car with their sticks, and two of the window panes broke, and shards burst into the car, which I covered with my hands. The car drove forward and YasinChen stood in front, watching the car drive by and not moving out of the way. "Stop the car!" Fyren shouts to Ryan, who brakes, less than half a meter between the hood and YasinChen''s legs.


    "Get out of the car and don''t even do anything, I''ll handle it." Ryan instructed us, opening the car door as the four bat-wielders in the back caught up.


    "PresidentChen, a misunderstanding." Ryan had a camera around his neck and a fawning face.


    "It''s you again, you piece of shit!" YasinChen shouted at his men, "Smash his car."


    "Rest in peace." Ryan, seeing our intention to stop, yells at us, "Don''t engage, let them smash." Turning to YasinChen again, he apologizes, "Sorry, won''t happen next time."


    YasinChen looked to me and Fyren, "Who are they?"


    "They''re my men, you''re kind enough to let us off the hook, and we won''t do it again." Ryan''s body bowed slightly.


    "Bring the body camera." YasinChen reached toward Ryan.


    "That''s not a good idea. We make our living off of it. How about pulling out the memory card for you?" Ryan suggested.


    "Bring it!" YasinChen grabbed Ryan''s camera strap with one hand, ripped it off, and casually tossed the camera into the river under the bridge.


    Ryan was full of anger and grabbed the collar of YasinChen''s suit but couldn''t speak, four of his men saw this and ran forward, ripping him away, YasinChen kicked him in the chest and Ryan flew away two meters backward. "You have to admit when you''re wrong, and you have to stand your ground when you fight, okay? Garbage!" YasinChen looked disgusted and turned towards the car.


    Seeing that we were about to go forward, Ryan hastened to stop it. The other guy drove off.


    I helped Ryan to his feet and saw a shoe print on the chest of his trench coat, "Is everything okay." Ryan had pain on his face but waved his hand and walked towards the smashed up car.


    The car''s glass is shattered, it''s drafty on all sides, it''s cold in January, Ryan drives slowly, he opens the glove compartment with his left hand, pulls out a pack of Marlboros, shakes one out, picks it up, passes it to us, and lights it himself.


    "Why did you get out of the car with the camera on purpose?" Fyren asked.


    "Oh, the law of substitution, smashing cars and throwing cameras will make him feel like he''s already punished us, otherwise we might have to get a beating." Ryan said with his cigarette in his mouth, "Anyway, that camera got soaked yesterday when I fell inside the pool."


    "You trash again?" Fyren asked.


    "What?" Ryan wondered.


    "YasinChen used the word ''again'' in his first sentence when he saw you," Fyren asked, "and you''ve shown yourself stalking before?"


    "Well, when Yvonne commissioned me to look into him, he sensed him one time when he was following." Ryan held a cigarette in his right hand and shook the ash out the car window, "Then I realized that YasinChen sometimes has his men follow him in another car and he''s very discreet. This time I was deliberately caught by him."


    "For what?" Fyren was surprised.


    "Get close to him and then find another opportunity to pull the wool over his eyes, in order to stick a locator in the lining of his suit." Ryan gloated, "It''s hard to get anything out of us following like this, according to other paparazzi tips, he has a secret stronghold, the locator will help us find that stronghold, and we''ll be sure to find something incriminating about him in the end."


    Ryan called me at 7:00 a.m. and told me he was at the Aussie Cow restaurant near the hotel.


    We shuffled downstairs.


    The restaurant has a strong morning market gas, the store is white, filled with milk, surrounded by the sound of Cantonese, cups and plates knocked against the crisp ring, I ordered a fried egg sandwich and mandarin duck tea, Fyren ordered a bowl of macaroni, the waiter has just finished memorizing the menu, we have not yet spoken, the meal will be served, the efficiency of which I sighed.


    "Look guys." Ryan moved his finished dishes away, his phone was placed in the center of the desktop, the screen showed a red dot fixed in a certain house on the map, "Didn''t we put a locator on YasinChen yesterday, from eleven o''clock last night until now, he has been in this house, he hasn''t even moved. I checked that address this morning, the house is in an old village in Mui Wo on Lantau Island, that area is to be built as a scenic spot, the houses are basically emptied."


    "Go over there after you eat." Fyren took a sip of his hot soup.


    "Be prepared, it could also be a trap." I said.


    "The car is still being fixed, we''ll take the ferry from Central Pier 6 to Mui Wo Pier later." Seeing us finish eating, Ryan picked up the backpack on his chair.


    After arriving at Mui Wo Ferry Pier, take a bus to the market, walk up the slope and see the shanties in front of you, just like the scene of the police shootout at the beginning of "Police Story".


    "I think that''s the one out front." Following Ryan''s finger, there was an old two-story house standing alone on the flat ground with a solar panel on the rooftop.


    We bent down against the wall of the house and listened through the first floor window, but there was no sound.Ryan got up and glanced inside, and indicated to us that there was no one in the hall. He went to the hidden wooden door, knocked on it, called out if there was anyone there, and then pushed it open. We followed him in.


    A smell of lime was consistent with old houses, the mahogany chairs and table in the hall were covered with a layer of dust, the stove in one corner was empty, and the faucet near the sink was dripping slowly.


    Ahead was a staircase, and beside it a small room with a closed door.Fyren signaled with his hand for us to lighten our steps, and he took the lead, stepping up to the door of the room, his gloved right hand gripping the round knob without unscrewing it. "Locked." He communicated by mouth.


    Ryan made a pivoting motion with his hands at us and stepped backward himself, Fyren and I stood on each side in front of the door to the room, Ryan ran up and kicked the door open, I looked inside the room and there was a man sitting in a chair in the room, not moving.


    "It''s dead." Fyren confirmed as he probed his nose.


    Ryan and I went back up to the second floor to check and there was nothing suspicious.


    The dead man was Yasin Chen, dressed only in a pair of underpants, his suit from yesterday thrown on the floor, and a tattoo of an inverted bat tattooed in the center of his chubby white chest. His hands were tied to the back of the chair, his feet were tied to each leg of the chair, a puddle of water had accumulated under the chair, smelling of urine, and a red bucket was poured next to it, so it looked like someone had poured water on his head.


    His eyes were terrified, his mouth slightly open, his neck wrapped in a belt, and on the left and right sides, each stood a one-meter-high electric heater, the power supply having been turned off. On the walls around the room, a layer of sound-absorbing cotton was pasted.


    Directly in front of YasinChen, there is a silver tape recorder, an old-fashioned style, an appliance now obsolete.


    "Another death, let''s call the police!" Beads of sweat oozed from Ryan''s forehead.


    "There''s a tape inside the recorder, listen to it before you report it." Fyren tapped the play button.


    "Who are you? What are you kidnapping me for?" The tape recorder blared YasinChen''s Cantonese, accompanied by the sound of chair legs stomping on the floor, "What is this place?"


    "Choose," came a thick, hoarse voice, as if the other man was speaking masked inside a voice-altering mask, "one through ten, pick a number."


    "I advise you to let go of me early or you won''t have a good time." YasinChen forced his voice to be calm.


    "One to ten, pick a number. Otherwise," said the hoarse Cantonese, "I''ll stab you in the chest with this pocket knife."


    "Okay, okay, I''ll pick, I''ll pick." The sound of chair legs stomping on the floor, "6."


    The sound of water dripping down, "the sixth hole," the sound of walking.


    "What are you doing?" YasinChen sounded panicked and shouted again, "Help!"


    "It''s too big yet, you''re not dead yet." The hoarse voice said, "Now, I''ll ask you a question, answer me honestly, and if you lie to me, I''ll put another hole in the belt around your neck until you choke."


    The sound of water pouring down, the sound of buckets falling to the ground. yasinChen''s shriek, "Help!"


    "Question and answer begins." There was a pause. "Did you kill your wife Yvonne?"


    "Help! Someone''s trying to hurt me!"


    "Wrong answer." Walking sounds, unbuckling of belts, "Fifth hole, close to your neckline, answer properly."


    YasinChen''s coughing, "I''ll give you money if you leave me alone, how much do you want?"


    "Listen carefully to the question," said the hoarse voice, "Did you kill your wife Yvonne?"


    "Yes." YasinChen said.


    "How to kill?"


    "She cheated on me with my brother and I sent someone to teach her a lesson, not realizing the tragedy."


    The sound of walking, chair legs scuffing the floor, unbuckling a belt, "The fourth hole."


    "I''ll tell the truth, I''ll tell the truth." YasinChen''s voice trailed off as his vocal cords seemed to be compressed, "I killed Yvonne! I beat her that night and she kept crying and screaming, so I pushed her head down into the fish tank and accidentally killed her."


    "Very well." Two switching sounds rang out, "You''re cold, aren''t you, these two electric heaters are for you, answer like this and you''ll be rewarded. Better?"


    "Much, much better." YasinChen said sharply.


    "Please listen to the question," said the hoarse voice, "What weapon did you use to beat your wife, Yvonne, that night?"


    "Baseball bat," YasinChen said, "I can hardly breathe, the belt is so tight, please unbuckle it and I''ll tell you everything."


    "You go on, and I''ll naturally unbuckle my belt when I feel up to it."


    "That night, I first hit her with a baseball bat, cough, then, she cried, kill her, then, call, ask, bat, I can''t breathe, untie, help ......" The chair legs stomped violently on the ground sound, YasinChen voice stopped.


    This case confuses us with two mysteries:


    <ol>


    <li>Why did Yvonne die?</li>


    </ol>


    Second, why did FuBian go to the car dealership after the crime to select the suspect transferor? Because of the truth in the recording, meets it.


    That night YasinChen raped Yvonne and accidentally drowned her in a fish tank. Afterward, he calls FuBian for help, who quickly comes up with a plan to kill two birds with one stone by killing YasinChen''s thorn in his side, NathanChen, and throwing the accidentally drowned Yvonne into NathanChen''s villa''s swimming pool to make it look as if she had cheated on him and was killed by the robbers.


    The two were in the same company and were hand and foot, so it was easy to get NathanChen''s fingerprint film and villa password. He was also a frequent guest at NathanChen''s villa, and knew the layout of the inside perfectly.


    Therefore, FuBian sneaked into the villa that night, threw Yvonne''s naked body into the swimming pool with her hands and feet tied up, then put on NathanChen''s fingerprint film, sneaked into the room, subdued the sleeping NathanChen, forced him to take off his clothes, wrote a "car dealership" note, called Jason, then put Yvonne''s clothes on the floor and attacked NathanChen with a stick for domestic violence against Yvonne, and finally killed him and took away the hard disk in the room. Yvonne''s clothes were placed on the floor, NathanChen was attacked with the same stick that Yvonne used in the domestic violence, and finally killed him and took the hard disk from the room.


    Because of Yvonne''s accidental death, NathanChen had to follow suit, which is why FuBian committed the crime at that point in the day. And in order to disarm YasinChen, FuBian also needed to find a scapegoat, which is why he planted Glenn.


    As for the murderer of YasinChen, we have no clue. All we know is that he set up a torture chamber in a room of less than ten square meters, and used a pre-soaked leather belt to buckle YasinChen''s neck, forcing him to tell part of the truth; originally, the fourth hole would not have strangled him to death, but the heaters on the sides evaporated the water in the belt, causing the leather to shrink and ultimately strangling YasinChen to death.


    Once YasinChen died, the tapes came to light, the three employees who had previously confirmed that YasinChen had played mahjong at the warehouse admitted that they had made false statements, and the police searched YasinChen''s villa and found the same fabricated security footage from the night of October 26, 2014, when he and Yvonne left their home before and after. Yvonne''s broken incisors were also recovered from the cracks of the sofa in his living room, and Yvonne''s blood was detected in the fish tank.


    Victory is in sight, and with additional evidence of FuBian''s crimes, it may be possible to lend the police a hand in placing a manhunt for him.


    Fyren made another trip to the Lai Chi Kok Reception Center and called me afterward, he sounded agitated, "Donovan, FuBian may have left evidence behind, Glenn told me today that the police came to the door shortly after FuBian left the dealership and told him to lead the way to conduct a search of his residence. While going up the stairs with the police, the occupant of room 1 on the fifth floor was closing the door with his back turned, and Glenn had just recently remembered that his aunt had said that the house had been empty since the old lady in room 1 on the fifth floor had died."


    "The man, most likely FuBian, was putting the stolen goods in his room and did not expect the police to arrive so quickly; Glenn lived on the top floor and the rooftop door was locked, so he had to walk down the stairs; to avoid being recognized by Glenn, FuBian turned around and pretended to be the occupant who was locking the door. In front of the police, he might take off his gloves, so his fingerprints stay on them. You hurry over there." Fyren said hurriedly on the phone.


    Since Ryan''s car hadn''t been repaired yet, we took a cab there and ran up to what Fyren said was room 1 on the fifth floor, where Ryan used a tool to extract fingerprints, and soon Ryan stood up and gave me a disappointed look, "Not a single fingerprint near the doorknob or the lock of the door, it''s been wiped clean. We''re a step slow."


    Woe betide Fyren and I were meeting Rex at a cafe on January 20, 2015, when we learned the bad news: Glenn, who had promised to testify, had been stabbed to death in the heart with a sharpened stick in the toilets of the intake facility.


    "Here''s what you want, remember to burn it after you read it." Rex said in Cantonese as he handed us a paper bag.


    We still can''t do anything about FuBian.

 Someones torturing a dog in the suburbs and filming it, and I see if its not the murderer

    The attorney gave us a packet containing a copy of YasinChen''s personal accounts for the last five years.


    We found that in May 2013, February and July 2014, he purchased three properties, two in Shenzhen and one in Zhuhai, totaling more than 10 million yuan, at full price.


    Investment property is not unusual, the strange thing is that the owner of these three suites are a person named Gordon, the full name of the account bank in the name of the Agricultural Bank of China Fengshun County Branch. This behavior is very much like money laundering - the illegal proceeds of the real estate transfer, into legitimate gains.


    FuBian started a mutual aid society for ex-prisoners, from which he recruited henchmen who basically fit two profiles: they had been in prison and had inverted bat tattoos on their bodies.


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    <li>Prison experience</li>


    <li>Inverted bat tattoo on the body</li>


    </ol>


    In order to check whether Gordon had a criminal record, Fyren searched for "Gordon" and "Fengshun" in the Judicial Cases website, and found a judgment that matched: Gordon was sentenced to one year''s imprisonment for opening a casino in Guangzhou in April 2010, and was released from prison in March November. In April 2010, Gordon was sentenced to one year''s imprisonment in Guangzhou for running a casino, and was released from prison in March 11th. The household registration is Fengshun County, Meizhou City, Guangdong Province.


    Like Gordon, the owner of the three properties, he may be one of the Batistas.


    Our guess is that after Gordon was released from prison, he was taken under FuBian''s wing and returned home to carry out illegal schemes and launder money through his accomplice YasinChen.


    Through him, he might be able to identify the FuBian stronghold, and Fyren reads it and burns the accounting documents.


    We drove more than four hours from Shenzhen, and it was 6 p.m. when we arrived at the Fengshun County branch of the Agricultural Bank of China on Dongshan Road in Tangkeng Town.


    Out of convenience, people will choose to get their cards from banks near their place of residence.


    It''s a small town and Gordon is a local, so we figured he didn''t live far from the bank, and with his considerable assets, he must be well known in the area.


    In Fung Shun County, the Chaozhou and Hakka communities are intertwined, and both languages are spoken. I asked Gordon in Chaozhou at the cell phone store opposite the bank, and the other person shook his head and said he didn''t know him. I went to another store, Fyren bought a box of Hibiscus King, I asked the shopkeeper if he knew Gordon, the shopkeeper was playing "Fight the Landlord" and didn''t look up, "You mean Blaze, right, along Tangkeng Road to the south of a hundred meters, turn into a small road, there''s a "Fu Gui Dinning House" is his. "


    "Soup Pit Road is on the south side, why are you driving north." I watched Fyren drive around the corner, unsure.


    "This is a spa mecca, I just booked a hotel, we''ll talk about it tomorrow." Fyren stepped on the gas.


    We had Crispy Suckling Pig with Seafood in Casserole, White Cut Duck, Cordyceps Flower Chicken Soup, and also ordered the specialty snack of this place, Bamboo Shoots. Steamed rice skin is wrapped with bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, and shrimp, and then drizzled with sauce, and it tastes like Canton style sausage noodle, but the rice skin is more elastic, and more ingredients are used, making it satisfying to eat.


    After eating and soaking in the hot springs, it felt like it was worth the trip.


    At night in the room searched the Fengshun forum and posting, learned that the "rich and noble restaurant" reputation, the surface is a place to eat, but the real attraction is inside the dogfighting competitions.


    From the netizen sent live photos, the center of the field of play has a square concrete, expanding outward into a stepped bleachers, the middle circle out of a square iron fence, iron fence inside a black dog and yellow dog in the tear, the ground is blood, two fighting dogs standing next to a bald referee, holding a board, standing outside the fence full of exuberance, not far away from the wall plastered with a slogan: "civilized spectatorship and stop gambling".


    "The signs are for the inspectors, there''s no dogfighting that doesn''t involve gambling, either Gordon''s so goddamned good he can buy people off, or they have a hidden gambling method." Fyren has been exposed to dogfighting before and knows some of the ins and outs.


    "Both parties to the bet, the owners of the dogfight, have to sign a dogfighting contract with the stake, the time, the venue and the method of betting. Go over tomorrow and take a look."


    At about 9:00 a.m., we drove to the Fortune Restaurant, where a tall, thin man stopped our car at the door. He knocked on the car window and held out his hand, "Entrance fee, 300 per person."


    "Dude, we''re dog owners here to talk about the race." Fyren handed the tall, thin man a cigarette.


    "Anyone who comes has to pay an entrance fee."


    "How many games are we up to now?" Fyren asked.


    "Second game." The tall, thin man replied.


    "How many shows are there today?" Fyren asked again.


    "Two."


    "That three hundred isn''t right, is it, there''s only one game left." Fyren took out a pack of Hibiscus King from his locker, pulled out another three hundred, and handed them together to the tall thin man, "Two people, three hundred." The other party waved his hand and let us in.


    We parked in the vacant lot and there was a cacophony of noise coming from deep within the dining room, which must have been a dog fighting ring. We went straight into the restaurant, and from the menu posted on the wall, the main attraction was the dog casserole.


    Fyren told the front desk that we were dog owners coming in to inquire about dog fighting and wanted to meet the owner, Gordon. the front desk told us to wait on a nearby couch.


    Shortly afterward, a guy with an eight-pointed mustache came in, wearing drawstring black pants. He said Blaze was at the dogfighting ring, and Fyren said he was tired of watching dogfighting, so he would wait until he was done. Fyren said he was tired of watching dogfighting and would wait until he was done. The guy said he would wait in his office first, and then took us up to the second floor to an office at the far end of the hallway.


    We gave the eight-bearded guy our fake names, and just as we sat down, he brought two contracts, "Brother Chen, Brother Li, this is the dogfighting contract, so take a look at it first." The contract is just two pages long, and the content is as Fyren described last night.


    "What breed of dog, please?" The guy asked.


    "Pitbull." Fyren prepared beforehand, "Male dog, 48 pounds."


    "Contracts start at fifty thousand dollars, and you can get other people in. if it''s OK, let''s set up a time to weigh the dog, inspect it, and board it here before race day. Have to pay a deposit of two thousand dollars first." The guy said.


    "It''s all fine." Fyren said, "We''ll talk to Blaze today and bring the dog over after we''re sure."


    The guy glanced out the window, "The game is ending, Blaze is coming over."


    "Has Gordon ever been a chef?" I wondered, "Why does everyone call him Blaze."


    "Hey." The guy didn''t answer, pulling out his cell phone and tapping on a video.


    It''s a dogfighting video of a black Pit Bull biting the neck of a white Pit Bull, with the white dog covered in blood, lying on its side, twitching on all fours, and defeated.


    The referee separates the black dog with a board and announces the result as the white dog struggles to his feet and walks over to his master. The owner, holding a machete, yells, "Fuck!" The knife goes down, the dog''s head falls to the ground, and blood spurts outward from the neck of the standing dog, which takes two steps and then collapses. The crowd around them cheers and the knife-wielder, with a full face and a big grin, is Gordon.


    We had only seen his appearance before, but now in the video, we saw his burly body, the machete, and that inverted bat tattoo on his right arm. We were struck by the fact that he was the masked man who had set a trap and attacked us in the rotten building in Guangzhou!


    "It''s over." The guy looked out the window again, "Blaze is coming over."


    "Hello." I sneak a call to Fyren in my coat pocket and he picks up, "Okay, okay, we''re rushing back now." When he hung up, he told the guy, "There was a family emergency and we had to pull out, we''ll bring the dog straight over another day and sign the contract on the way. Please apologize to Blaze and go ahead."


    If Gordon had found out, we probably wouldn''t have been able to leave the dog park today.


    We walk out of the office and down the nearest hallway when we hear talking downstairs and Blaze is walking up. We return and head for the other side of the building at a quick pace, still explaining to the eight-bearded guy, "The car is parked over there." Run down the stairs, get into the car, and drive away.


    I saw the tall skinny guy on the phone before I left the house, and Fyren had his hands on the steering wheel so tightly that if the car was stopped, I knew he''d step on the gas and take off.


    Passed the tall skinny guy, who had just finished a phone call, saw us and waved at us.


    We opened the Fortune Restaurant.


    The car was waiting for the red light at the intersection, Fyren said, "You''ve noticed it too." I nodded, not far from the rearview mirror, there is a brown Hyundai, Guangdong D, Shantou license plate, since we left the "rich and noble restaurant", has been following.


    Fyren looked at the navigation and drove towards the crowded road with Hyundai trailing, two cars separating us.


    The car moved with the traffic and gradually drove to the intersection, where it was discovered that the reason for the traffic jam was that there were people parading around, the leader holding up a large black and white picture of a woman.


    Next to them, someone held up a loudspeaker and shouted, "Daphne illegally raised funds and absconded with the money, requesting the government to severely punish him and return our hard-earned money!" A long line of people followed behind, some of them pulling long banners.


    Fyren honked his horn long and hard, squeezing through the gap in the middle of the crowd and pulling out of the long line, the car turned right, went forward a bit, and turned into a side street. We got rid of the stalker and headed back to the hotel.


    Shortly after sitting down, there is a sudden knock on the door.Fyren looks at me and asks, "Who is it!" The response is another knock: two knocks, on one knuckle, crisp.


    Fyren signaled to me as he climbed out of the room window and down the eaves to the hallway for a back-and-forth attack.


    I nod and yell at the door, "Incoming!" Side-stepped to the door, blocking the cat''s eye with a rolled-up tube of newspaper first - to get away with it if whoever was outside had a gun or something and crashed it into the door. But there was no response, and a third knock rang out.


    I saw the other face through the cat''s eye and had a moment''s wobble, stopping Fyren, who was ready to go out the window, "It''s Haley.""Who?" Fyren didn''t hear.


    "The case of the double madness in Shantou." I prompted.


    Fyren steps forward, I open the door, and Haley, wearing a black coat and light makeup and carrying a white paper bag in her hand, snaps before I can say anything, "Let me in before we talk."


    I probed the hallway to the left and right and closed the door.Haley hung her coat on a coat rack, pulled a bottle of Budweiser out of the liquor cabinet, opened it, put the paper bag on the coffee table, and took a seat on the couch.


    "What''s in the bag?" Fyren was alert.


    "Oh, for Donovan." Haley reaches into the paper bag, Fyren postures back. haley pulls a jar out of it and looks at me, "your neck is ok, this ointment works wonders on scars, try it."


    "What''s up." Fyren stood with his arms folded.


    "I''m here to help you."


    "Help us?" Fyren was dismissive, "Why should I trust you?"


    "With this." Haley pulled out an access card and threw it on the coffee table, "This is a universal access card equipped by the hotel housekeeping staff, all rooms are accessible, I just stole it by hand, I also have a crossbow in my car, tonight when you all go to sleep, one of you will be killed on the spot with an arrow."


    "We have security door stops." Fyren retorted.


    "You didn''t anon."


    "I''m a light sleeper at night, I wake up when the wind blows." Fyren retorted again.


    "Getting down to business," I stop, "what can you do to help?"


    "Help ye get the Bat, FuBian," Haley said, "I''m going to get free and have to get away from him first. I''ll give you guys intel, and you help me get the Bat. Can we cooperate?"


    "Playing the infernal game, huh?" Fyren questioned, "You can go to the police."


    "First, I don''t want to go to jail. Second, even if I call the police, I won''t be able to tell you where the bats are, and he might find out and bite me back."


    "If we don''t know the whereabouts of the bat, how are we going to help you with him?"


    "Through Blaze, he''s Bat''s hit man, specializing in helping him with his aftermath. Definitely knows where the Bat is." Haley set the bottle on the table, "I''ll tell you everything I know, cooperation or not is up to you."


    FuBian, nicknamed Bat, was exposed to cults while studying in the United States, and upon his return to China, he convinced YasinChen, a classmate who admired him, to provide funds for him to start a crime syndicate.


    Bat currently has six henchmen.


    No. 1 member YasinChen, whose father is a real estate tycoon, has been trying to replace his own brother, NathanChen, as the corporate heir.


    The second member, Gordon, nicknamed Blaze, owns a dogfighting ring and kills without a care in the world.


    Daciy, member number four, worked as a nanny and took care of seven people who died in two years.


    Member number five, Xi, a garage mechanic, killed a man by faking a car accident and was later bitten by a poisonous snake.


    "There''s another one named Shane, a member of the Sixth, psychopathic but smart, the Bat''s master-at-arms, and now the man owns a snake farm in Chaozhou, where Xi was killed with a poisonous snake." Haley said, "YasinChen, the wealthy man, Blaze, the hitman, and Shane, the master-at-arms, these three have access to the bats."


    "What about you, how do you harm people?"


    "I''m member number three, with a body, and a bow."


    Haley, whose real name is Halecy, was born in 1987 and is from Changsha. On a summer night in 2010, she was raped while returning home from work, and later learned that her rapist had AIDS, which she unfortunately contracted.


    Rapist was locked up in Foshan Prison, after serving a year, 2011 on medical parole, medical treatment to participate in the bat during the release of mutual aid meetings, the residual evil inside the FuBian aroused, to tell the truth: the rape of the girl is very beautiful, but also want to re-crime. To spread his disease to more people, pulling one more person to be buried with him is earning.


    Because of AIDS, Haley felt the dislike of her family, if any, so she lived alone, broken. She tried to die a few times, but it didn''t work out. Because of her emptiness and despair, she developed the idea of revenge on men and started dating online.


    A man arrives in response to an appointment. He was long, thin, short-haired, wore a pair of glasses, and was well-mannered. All men are beasts, until the other man tells her that his name is FuBian, and he wants Haley to join him, and he''ll help her get revenge.


    He led her inside a large barn in Guangzhou, a muggy summer day in 2011, and there were layers of fog in the early morning air that clung to her body and made Haley feel clammy.


    FuBian turns on a spotlight on the roof of the shed and there is a man upside down in the middle of the barn, recognizing the face, Haley takes two steps back in fear, her backside is held up, and FuBian tells her, "He''s the same man who raped you two years ago. He didn''t get what he deserved."


    The rapist was tied to a cross stake, upside down, behind a two-meter-high board.


    He was naked, with an inverted pentagram drawn on his chest, filled with an inverted bat design. He shook his head vigorously, his face was bloodshot and red, and he could only whimper because his mouth was sealed.


    FuBian hands Haley a crossbow, takes her hand, and tells her to stand outside a white line drawn on the ground. haley is five meters from the rapist.


    The barn was empty, but sweltering, sweat dripping down her face.Haley took the crossbow as the rapist squirmed and let out a louder whimper. "Think about how he hurt you two years ago, purposely passing AIDS on to you. People like that only do more harm to the world when they''re kept around." FuBian whispers in Haley''s ear and Haley closes her eyes, "Buckle down, get it over with."


    She shot a total of ten arrows. The first arrow shot out of the range of the wooden board and pierced into the darkness. Five of the arrows pierced the board. The remaining four hit the rapist''s body: one at the base of the thigh, one in the abdomen, one through the ribs, and the fatal arrow hit the rapist''s neck, where blood flowed along the shaft and pooled and dangled at the feather.


    When his medical parole expired, the rapist did not report to work, and upon police examination, his whereabouts became a mystery and a wanted notice was issued. But the body was actually taken by Blaze at the time, and Haley doesn''t know how the body was destroyed.


    "That''s how I joined the Bat''s criminal organization." Haley said, "He got me a fake identity and arranged for me to commit crimes in Shantou. I became Haley, a native of Guiyang, born in 1989, Aquarius, blood type O."


    In 2011, Shantou saw the rise of various nightclubs, and Haley worked as a hostess at the Yindu Nightclub, using sex as a weapon to maximize her crime by hooking up with rich young men and playboys and infecting them with AIDS.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    In order to conceal his identity, FuBian spent a lot of money to set up a cooperation between "Yindu Night Club" and a PUTIEN hospital, which regularly gives free medical checkups to all the staff of the club, and the club puts the hospital''s propaganda leaflets in each room. FuBian replaced Haley''s blood with a tube of clean O-type blood during the checkups.


    "If I can get rid of the bats, I''ll find a seaside town to live in seclusion, and with this false identity, I''ll have at least a few years to live."


    In June 2014, Bat contacted Haley and asked her to do her a favor and lure two nightwalkers into a trap, "without killing them, and find an opportunity to infect them with AIDS."


    "I tried." Haley said, "I seduced you guys in Shantou, but you didn''t respond in the slightest, unlike the men I''ve met. Unless you guys are Gay."


    "What happened to the AIDS guy who snuck up on me in the restroom?" I asked.


    "Last year Bat asked me to compile a list of people infected with AIDS for him." Haley pulled a folded piece of white paper out of a paper bag and unfolded it on a few, "He recruited killers from it, promising to compensate their families with a large sum of money upon their deaths. They were all about to die and willingly sold their lives for the large sum."


    "We are not cooperating, please leave." Fyren said.


    "I''ll pay a very sizable fee." Haley stood up, "No more thinking about it?"


    "Good words don''t come twice." Fyren squared his shoulders.


    "Blaze has a fetish for cashing in cash for gold, gold is his life, no one knows where he hides it, you guys find the gold and you can subdue him." Haley looks at me, "He kills without a second thought, you guys be careful."


    After Haley left, Fyren swept her range of motion with an anti-bugging detector, focusing on the jar of ointment, with no luck. "It doesn''t feel like she''s cheating." I said.


    "Not in the same league as her, go your own way before you cause more trouble." Fyren gathers her things, "Change places to live." I ended up putting the ointment and list away in my bag.


    "Fortune Restaurant" directly across the street there is a seven-day hotel, we booked a standard room on the top floor, and when night falls, we turn off the lights, close the curtains, and use binoculars and telephoto lenses to peep at the activities in the restaurant on the other side of the street - in addition to the restaurant deep in the dogfighting arena is blocked by the bushes, the other a glimpse of the scene.


    It was normal for two days in a row. We figured out the activity pattern of the diner''s personnel. The dogfight would end in the morning, and Blaze would drive off in his Mercedes.


    The restaurant operated until ten o''clock at night, and the staff left by eleven o''clock. At 11:30, the tall, skinny guy who asked us for an entrance fee would push a bucket truck filled with pieces of meat to feed the dogs towards the dog fighting ring. He spent the night at the restaurant.


    The diner was closed until the third night, when a white car drove into the diner at about ten o''clock, stopped in front of the hotel, and Blaze himself, dressed in a suit, went out to receive it, and out of the car stepped a woman, who was holding a little boy in her hand.


    About two hours later, Blaze and the tall, skinny man came out of the restaurant, by now Blaze was wearing a gray shirt, black rubber gloves on his hands, and a yellow cloth around his waist; he whispered something in the tall, skinny man''s ear, and the other man nodded his head, and got into the white car that drove up, and drove off out of the diner.


    In another half hour, Blaze rolled out a bucket truck full of meat, headed for the dog park, and then back to the hotel, where he drove off at 1:13.


    "That woman looks familiar." I look in the dark at the close-up of the woman''s face I just took with my telephoto camera and hand it to Fyren, "Does it ring a bell?"


    Fyren looked at it, shook his head, stood up, and took his jacket off the hanger, "Let''s go inside before the tall skinny guy comes back."


    The dogs in the restaurant barked incessantly, and we sneaked in, causing more barking, but outsiders could not notice the difference, but I was afraid that some crazy dogs would suddenly run out, and I weighed the stunner in my coat pocket.


    Fyren headed toward the dog park, and I asked softly from behind, "This is a dog park, what if a dog breaks free?"


    "Just run, aren''t you a fast runner?" Fyren says, "Randomize."


    Every bark was stimulating my nerves of fear, I didn''t tell Fyren that I had been chased out of the shadows by a dog when I was a kid, and I was still afraid, so I went hard.


    I followed him to the dogfighting ring - that mysterious place blocked by the trees. A single dog cage stood out in plain sight, glowing red, green and blue where the flashlight shone. Each one was a large dog, and when they saw us approaching, they were completely cranky, barking furiously, biting at the cages to break free, their breath rising in a white mist on a cold day. I backed away in fear, my legs weak.


    Fyren makes a slight shushing sound with his left hand in the air in a pressing gesture, calming the situation slightly. He turns his head to see me blushing, "You''re afraid of dogs." I nodded and he added, "Then you keep watch here and I''ll go in and watch." I said, "Better together, quick and dirty."


    Deeper still there was another source of barking, and we went further in until there was no way out, a clearing and fence in front of us, and the light of our flashlights converged on a green canvas on the ground: the harsher barking was coming from within.


    Fyren lifted a corner of the canvas, "Come see." He lifted the canvas more.


    A fishy stench came over me.


    It was a round pit four meters in diameter and about three meters high, and the top of the pit was covered with an iron fence that was covered with a waterproof canvas.


    Inside the pit, packs of dogs scurry about, the dogs here are dirtier, crazier, meaner, leaner than the fighting dogs in the kennels outside, and when they see someone at the top, they look fierce and leap upwards as if to bite us into the pit.


    "Fuckin'' hell! Nobody scream!" There was a sudden bellow from outside, accompanied by the sound of metal banging, the voice of the tall, thin man. The barking around us was so loud we hadn''t heard the rattle of the car pulling into the diner, and now that the tall, thin man was back and coming toward the dog pit, we had no way out.


    "Get in! Hurry up!" Fyren pushes the iron fence covering the dog pit half a meter, leaving a gap open, and gestures for me to duck in.


    "Get in there, are you crazy?" I shivered slightly.


    "Not into it, climb on the back of the fence and cover it with canvas." Fyren urges, "Come on!"


    In desperation, I had no choice but to get into the dog pit, climbed inside with both hands along the bars, holding onto the bars, my legs stuck between the bars, and my whole body parallel to the top of the dog pit.


    Fyren lays the canvas down and burrows in as well. The tall, thin man''s footsteps approached. The mad dog at the bottom kept scurrying and jumping, trying to bite us, and I could feel the hot breath the dog was exhaling.


    My whole body was shaking with inhibition, sweat all over my body, and Fyren stopped me from trying to look down with his hand, making a closed-eye expression, his face very calm.


    "Don''t scream!" The tall, skinny man shouted, and Fyren flicked in the opposite direction of where he stood, and the canvas was lifted halfway up, and we were still dangling inside it, but I couldn''t move, and if he lifted it again, I''d be exposed.


    "And bark!" From between the rails on my left, a sharpened iron rod flew in, plunging straight into the belly of a dog and pulling it out again, blood splattering my face as the dogs subsided for a moment, their attention going to their wounded companions, who surrounded the injured dog and tore into it, and beneath me, the sound of lunging resounded, the wailing of a dog and the hissing of a pack of dogs.


    The canvas was covered again, and the tall thin man''s footsteps went away. My whole body deflated, and I clung to the bars for fear of falling through physical exhaustion; Fyren supported me with one hand, and slowly squeezed me to the exit, where I burrowed out, and lay down on the flat ground panting profusely for a few minutes before I calmed down. "Next time I''d rather fuck with that guy than go down a dog hole."


    "Come here." Fyren lifted the canvas and peered in with his flashlight; the pack of dogs had no time for us, gnawing on the bodies of their companions. On the other side of the clearing, a couple of weak dogs were gnawing on a pair of severed hands, the two remaining fingernails coated in red nail polish and a silver chain hanging from the arm.


    "I remember!" I whispered, "The woman who came to the diner, it was Daphne!"


    "Who?" Fyren wondered.


    "Yesterday''s parade, the leader was holding up a big black and white picture of Daphne," I said, "when it was said that she was illegally collecting money and absconding with it."


    Daphne''s husband, nicknamed Rogue, does private lending, is very friendly, and gives a much higher interest rate than the bank, and the villagers trust him, and more and more people put their spare money with him, charging interest every month.


    Two months ago, he took a bath at home in the gas accidentally died, the funeral soon after the incident, one after another borrowers came to his home, and Rogue''s wife, Daphne, indicated that he wanted to put the money back in his home.Daphne vowed, you put the money here will not be a penny less, and so on the husband''s aftermath is completed, the full amount of the return.


    Two weeks ago, some villagers went to her house again to ask for money and found it empty. They thought she had absconded with the money, rallied the borrowers, called the police and filed a case, but the person was not found and the police suggested legal proceedings. Some of them wanted to stigmatize her and printed black-and-white photos of her and paraded her in the form of a funeral to denounce her.


    Daphne''s house is a self-built, three-story building with a garage on the first floor and people living on the second and third floors. The garage door was covered in red paint and there was a surveillance camera on top of the door, so we looked for another way to get in - from the next building.


    The building next door was a rental building, four floors, we entered the building while the delivery guy was opening the door, went to the balcony, Fyren unlocked the balcony door, we climbed down along the steel bars protruding from the side wall, ready to borrow Daphne''s balcony water tank to pad our feet, we found a couple of shoe prints on the tank, they were clearly visible due to the thick dust covering them, I took out my card camera to take a picture of it, and both of us jumped and fell down to the ground.


    The room wasn''t cluttered, but the closet was missing most of the clothes and the jewelry box was empty, so Daphne must have been ready to abscond and was not coerced into going to the Blaze Diner.


    Fyren pointed to the bedside table photo of Daphne, who wore a silver bracelet on her right arm - consistent with the severed hand that had appeared inside the dog pit that night.


    The toilet in the room is two meters long, one meter and a half wide, and in such a small space there is a washing machine, a toilet, and a liquefied petroleum gas (LPG) bottle next to the toilet, with the valve at the mouth of the bottle in a closed state, and a yellow hose connecting the LPG bottle to the water heater on the top, and the toilet does not have a window.


    There is an exhaust fan in the ceiling of the south side of the toilet, Fyren opened the switch inside the toilet and found that the light can be bright, but the exhaust fan did not move. Carefully look at the water heater and gas pipe interface, there are signs of loosening.Fyren cover the toilet lid, stand on, break open the exhaust fan cover, with a flashlight, found the fan blade bearings bundled up with long hair, Fyren pulled off a few of them in a Ziploc bag. "The bearings were chewed up.Daphne''s husband died of poisoning from a gas leak in the shower. The exhaust fan was broken and the gas line connection wasn''t tight, so it should have been a frame-up."


    Contact bearing long hair, "Could Daphne have done it?"


    "Not sure yet." Fyren said, "Gotta find out who the shoe prints are on the water tank?"


    Since Daphne''s disappearance, many borrowers have taken her to court, and since it was a public case, we attended the court.


    Daphne, naturally, did not appear in court, but was replaced by her mother, who produced her cell phone in court and testified that at 00:25 a.m. on January 27, 2015, Daphne sent her mother a text message mentioning that she was taking her children out of the country to get away from the storm. When she called again, her cell phone stayed off.


    We also found an anonymous thread on the Fengshun forum posting Daphne''s absconding, posted on the evening of January 28, 2015, which contained a photo showing Daphne''s car photographed at the Chiu Wai highway exit, with the poster speculating that she may have fled in the direction of the Pearl River Delta.


    The car was hers, but Daphne was killed on January 28th, when the driver was a tall, thin man. When the restaurant was open at night, we searched for the public WiFi outside the walls of the restaurant with our computers, and the first time we went there, we saw the password for the restaurant on the wall was eight 8. When we connected to the restaurant''s WiFi, we looked at the IP of the local area network, and compared with the anonymous IP on the forums, and confirmed that it was the same one.


    Skinny Tall took Daphne''s car on the night of the 27th, snapped photos close to the highway exit, and then returned to the diner to confuse the public by posting photos on forums that she had escaped.


    "Light rain tomorrow." Fyren looks at the weather forecast, "We''ll move after the rain."


    Waiting for the rain to come, the rain to stop. "The Fortune Restaurant is open for business and the Fortune Restaurant is closed. We want to use this rain to confirm a suspicion, "Fortune Restaurant" at the gate is a piece of mud, every morning before the dogfighting competition, tall and thin will stand on the right side of the gate to charge, the mud after the rain wet, become soft, so you can see a clear shoe prints on it, I took a picture, back to the room and Daphne tank on the shoe prints to match, confirmed that the texture and size of the same. I took a photo of it and compared it with the one on Daphne''s tank and confirmed that it was the same pattern and size.


    Rogue''s accidental death by gas may have been a premeditated murder by the Tall Man, whose actions were authorized by Blaze.


    In addition to running a restaurant and gambling at a dogfighting ring, Blaze was also a loan shark. Summarizing the known clues, it is assumed that Rogue lent Blaze the money that the villagers kept in other places and took high interest from it.


    In order to embezzle Rogue''s payment, Blaze first let the tall and thin man sneak into Rogue''s house and tamper with the water heater. after Rogue''s accidental death, the borrowers naturally worry about the deposit and have to ask for the money from Daphne. perhaps taking advantage of her greed and encouraging her to abscond with her son, Blaze made an agreement with Daphne that she would come to his restaurant to get the money in the evening of January 27th, and then she was Blaze After that, she was killed by Blaze, dismembered and fed to the dog, and then let the tall and thin man disguise her to abscond and swallow the huge sum of money.


    "The family uses this restroom," I wondered, "What if Rogue wasn''t the one who was poisoned?"


    "No matter who it is, if there''s a death in his family, the borrower is going to want his money back." Fyren says, "Much like stocks, the slightest bit of negative news affects the entire market."


    In Fengshun''s forums, posting, we find the arrears of rights of the QQ group, before and after the use of a small number to add in, found that the group members have more than two hundred people, the highest amount of money deposited with five hundred thousand, low also have one or two million, the total amount of money total of ten million up and down.


    I posted a photo of Daphne taking her son to Fortune Restaurant, saying that the person who drove Daphne''s car away that day was not her, but that she had loaned everyone''s money to Gordon, the owner of the restaurant, and that the money was now at Gordon''s house.


    Fyren also echoed in the group, saying that if we marched on like this, we would probably get nothing, and if it became a big deal, we would be detained for disturbing the peace, which is not worth the loss. Since Blaze''s evidence of swallowing the money is overwhelming, there is strength in numbers, so let''s go directly to his house and ask for an explanation.


    In that situation, together with the photo corroboration, people are easily incited, we quickly reached a consensus, agreed to go to his home at nine o''clock that night downstairs civilized rights.


    We checked out of the hotel and parked in the parking lot of Jinjiang Bellevue City, the neighborhood where Blaze lives.


    At nine o''clock, the crowd of human rights defenders converged one after another downstairs at Blaze, pulling banners, shouting horns, attracting passers-by, and opening the windows of the upstairs tenants. We hid in the distance and watched.


    Groups will make up their own stories based on factual snippets, and in the defenders'' version, Gordon and Daphne fornicated, their son was their illegitimate child, and after Rogue''s death, Daphne took her son and hid him at the residence of Gordon, her lover, to try to keep the huge sum of money private when the winds blew over.


    About twenty minutes later, Blaze came downstairs. I pulled the camera in close.


    Blaze was raging and swearing profanities until he saw someone holding up, as I had posted earlier in the group, the photo of Daphne meeting him at the diner with her son.Momentary panic spread across Blaze''s brutal face, thinking his crime was exposed, and he whispered to the person who had shouted, then returned to the building.


    If it''s true, as Haley says, that Blaze cashed in his cash for gold, then he''s going upstairs now to take the money and get ready to run. We go back to the parking lot and stare at Blaze''s Mercedes from inside the car.


    "He''s panicking now, find the right moment to subdue him, use the money to force FuBian''s whereabouts, then call the police." Fyren explains the operation and we follow Blaze''s car from a distance.


    The Mercedes drove south, and after a kilometer, we sensed that Blaze''s destination was the diner. "What''s he doing back at the diner?" I wondered.


    Fyren parked the car diagonally across the street from the restaurant, the tall skinny guy was already waiting for Blaze at the door, but no one was inside before the restaurant closed.Blaze rolled down the window, talked to the tall skinny guy, and then drove into the restaurant.We got out of the car armed, "I''ll take the tall skinny guy," I said to Fyren, "you follow Blaze. Blaze rolled down his window, spoke to the tall, thin man, and drove into the restaurant. We got out of the car armed, "I''ll take the tall, thin man," I said to Fyren as I pulled out my taser, "and you follow Blaze."


    I head for the front door and the tall, skinny guy, alert, stomps out his cigarette, "Who is it? Stop!"


    "Brother, do you still recognize me?" I said in Teochew.


    "Who the fuck are you!" He fumbled behind the wall with his right hand and pulled out a two-meter-long iron gun-the same one that stabbed the dog to death and splattered my face with its blood-"Try coming any closer."


    I took two more steps closer and the tall, skinny guy shot across the room and I thought to myself that I''d been zapped enough. Realizing that Fyren had come nearby along the back wall. In order to succeed in getting Fyren to attack him from behind, I had to lure the tall skinny guy out again and greeted the other with both hands.


    The tall, skinny guy runs at me, reaching for my gun, Fyren flies in from behind and kicks him in the back, and while the tall, skinny guy stumbles forward, I see the barrel of the gun, grip it with both hands, and snatch it in the process before tossing it into the distance.


    The tall thin man stood up, "So it''s you guys." Before we could reply, he rushed towards Fyren and flew up with a kick towards Fyren''s solar plexus, Fyren blocked it with his left hand, he landed on one foot, and immediately pranced up and kicked out with the other, kicking Fyren in the chest and sending Fyren flying two meters away.


    Originally practiced, the foot is very powerful, close combat is more advantageous, I came close behind him, he turned back a right elbow strike, I dodged, he then turned around and quickly make a left punch, I can only then back, at this time he vacated his right leg, kicked me in the chest, I was unsteady center of gravity, fell back.


    It takes two people to work together, I stood up and approached with Fyren left and right, he moved back, Fyren''s body probed forward, forcing him to get up on his legs, I crouched down and swept my legs, taking him down, who knew that when he fell down he did a quick backward roll and got up on his feet again, that''s when I darted at him and charged him, the body was held in place by me, his back landed on the ground and he bent his right leg to the knee and slammed into my abdomen, I had to let go. The tall skinny guy ran backwards, Fyren caught up, the other guy picked up the railgun on the ground and shot back, I was shocked to see the head of the gun go through Fyren from behind.


    It turned out that the Railgun went through Fyren''s left armpit and was caught by Fyren, who kicked the bottom of his foot into the tall, skinny man''s raised calf bone to stop the other man from raising his leg. Smoke rose. Then he gripped the pole with his right hand, raised his left elbow, turned around, and hit the tall skinny guy behind him in the head, at which point I ran forward, gripped the pole, turned on the taser against the pole, Fyren let go and jumped out of the way, and the electric current conducted to the tall skinny guy''s hands, and he was electrocuted, and he bounced away from me, and next to me, Fyren punched him in the face, causing him to fall straight down to the ground.


    "Good thing I wore leather gloves." I patted the dust off my body.


    Fyren binds the tall, thin man with plastic ties and places the unconscious man by the front door of the diner.


    The hotel was dark, the dog park barked, we sniffed and saw Blaze dragging two suitcases, puffing and puffing his way forward, when he saw us, he was startled, then he pressed the remote control in his hand, the three smart dog crate doors slowly rose and extended three dog heads. "Bite them!"


    I backed up and Fyren yelled, "Run!"


    Fyren was behind me, using his hand to lure the dog to chase him, there was still a black Pitbull chasing me, I was running and turning back, my breath was in turmoil, coupled with my inner fear, my legs were getting weak, and when I turned back, the black dog was only two meters away from me.


    I turned around and the dog lunged at me, I fell backward onto one side of the slope. The dog bites my leather boot and swings its head in a deadly fashion, two holes are ripped out of the top of the boot and its fangs are stuck, I reach out with my left foot and kick at the dog''s head, knocking the dog down, it quickly stands up, whimpers and lunges at me again.


    It lunged for my neck, this is the end of the game, I thought to myself, shielding my head with both hands, feeling its weight on me, the dog''s head right next to my ear, puffing and panting, but not nibbling. I opened my eyes to find the dog broken, a short arrow pierced into its underbelly.


    Haley walks over to me, the crossbow in her hand glowing in the moonlight, "Is everything alright." I shake my head and point in Fyren''s direction as Haley walks away.


    Haley takes care of a yellow Pitbull chasing Fyren with an arrow and takes aim at the brown hound again, Fyren rushes to stop it, "Don''t kill it! I can subdue it!" Afterward, he bowed and spread his hands out in front of him, and the hound let out a low growl and didn''t move forward.


    "Watch the front!" Haley shouted to me, I looked back to see Blaze running towards me with a machete, I braced myself as the knife had slashed, I sidestepped and dodged it as the knife cut the dog corpse in half in one fell swoop, splattering me with dog blood again.


    Blaze steps in and I step back, shifting my weight down so my upper body can flex and dodge. he chops again, but the machete drops to the ground, jangling on the concrete. haley shoots an arrow through his right arm.


    Blaze runs back, lifting the two suitcases on the ground, Haley raises her crossbow and takes aim, another arrow strikes Blaze in the right thigh, he has to drop one suitcase, drags it with him, and stumbles inside the diner. haley chases, I follow.


    Blaze ran deeper into the dog park, there was no way out, Haley stood and took aim again, "Don''t!" I shouted from behind, the arrow had been fired, this time hitting Blaze''s left calf, Blaze dropped to his knees and planted himself squarely into the dog pit, moments later the pack of dogs rioted and the pit let out a howl from Blaze.


    I went up to look inside the pit and found that the iron bars that had previously covered the pit were now erected inside the cave, separating the pack of dogs, and on the other side was an aisle of about one and a half meters, with a bamboo ladder lowered, and a safe deposit box door opening deep inside the aisle. It turned out that Blaze had embedded a safe in the earthen wall inside the dog pit and hid the gold nuggets in it. That''s why he came over to the restaurant on the eve of his run. At this point he was hit by arrows in both legs and fell into a pack of rabid dogs, being torn apart by the pack, still struggling vigorously, I picked up rocks from the side and was about to stop the rabid dogs, when Haley pointed her crossbow at me, "Help me with my suitcase."


    I was dragging the suitcase, Haley was holding me with a crossbow, and asked me to take another suitcase on the ground. The suitcase is heavy, about forty kilograms per suitcase, and it makes a crashing sound, which is worth about twenty million dollars in pure gold.Fyren has already subdued the hound, and Haley threatened him that if he comes one step closer, he will shoot me in the right shoulder with an arrow first.


    We walked over to the Blaze car and Haley opened the trunk and let me put my two suitcases in, after which she had me back up with my back to her, she closed the trunk, started the car, drove out the front door of the diner, and threw two gold nuggets out of the window, "Here''s a promise to pay you." And off she went.


    A nugget weighs a kilogram. "What to do with it?" I asked Fyren.


    "Keep it as a souvenir." The hound followed him.


    "Dogs keep souvenirs too?"


    "Go."


    The police later searched the "Fortune Restaurant" and dug up seven heads in the garden bed in the backyard. Strangely enough, there were only heads but no skeletons, and it was assumed that the bodies might have been dismembered and fed to dogs.


    The dead have been identified as including Daphne and her son, and a local couple who were once the head of a peace club and were rumored to have run off with the money two years ago. There were also three heads that were unidentified.


    Someone on the Fengshun forum said they saw Blaze''s car driving on the highway, and later police found the car under an overpass somewhere in Shenzhen, where the brand-new body had been dusted.Blaze was wanted.


    He completely did evaporate.

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    The snake hot pot on the table was boiling, and Fyren picked up a strainer, from which I dipped a small ball into the bean sauce. The ball was a hand-pounded combination of snake meat and pork, mixed with shiitake mushrooms and horseshoes, and richly juicy, with a springy, firm, and sweet texture. Three days ago we arrived in Chaozhou, specifically picking game stores to eat, this is the third.


    Haley said FuBian had a man who ran a snake farm in Chaozhou, "Shane." I asked the owners of every game store, but none of them knew this man, and I wondered if Haley was lying. Fyren clinked glasses with the store owners and asked, "Where do you get your snakes from?"


    We drove to the snake farm that the store owner told us about, the owner said that there are only two snake farms in the whole of Chaozhou, and that his snakes are the most beautiful, Fyren then asked the owner of the other farm if he was Shane, "No." The other person shook his head, "Shane''s farms don''t sell to game shops, they mainly take the poison and supply it to pharmaceutical companies." Fyren then asked the owner of the other snake farm if he was Shane, "No." He shook his head, "Shane doesn''t sell his snakes to game stores, he mainly takes the poison and supplies it to pharmaceutical companies."


    Shane is a Shantou native. in March 2011, he took methamphetamine with someone at his Guangzhou residence. the other person overdosed and died, and the body was left for several days, emitting a foul odor before it was discovered. shane was sentenced to three years for the crime of tolerating drug use by another person. he was released from prison in January 2014.


    We went to Shane''s snake breeding base near Shanfen Road in Raoping County, Chaozhou City, and observed him covertly for two days. We identified Shane himself: he has curly hair, a country face, thick eyebrows, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, is about one meter six and a half tall, and drives a black Volkswagen. He arrives at the snake farm at 7:30 a.m. every day, makes a trip back home at about 12:00 p.m., and then goes back to the farm at 2:00 p.m. and stays there until nine o''clock in the evening.


    His family is in Jiayi Garden in Xiangqiao District, and every morning at 6:30 a.m., he would send a child to the nearby Tian Elementary and Middle School to go to school.


    We were worried that he would know what we looked like, so we moved very stealthily. From inside the car, I used my camera to get a closer look at the kid, and from the school badge he wore on his chest, I knew his name was Bin and that he was in fourth grade, class four.


    Other than that, didn''t see anyone else come in or out. When Shane leaves, we get out of the car.


    Jiayi Garden is home to many outsiders and has a complex staff, so most of the tenants simply moved out and gave their houses to agents.


    The neighborhood hallways are sound-activated lights, and one night when Shane came home, we watched him park his car, go into Building C, and in less than a minute, a light came on in the fifth-floor aisle window.


    We took the elevator to the fifth floor, four rooms spread out on each floor, and on the shoe rack in front of the door to Room 02, there were only two pairs of slippers, one large and one small, and I kept watch while Fyren pulled the partitioned ear out of his backpack and put it on the door, and said to me afterward, "There''s a TV in there and vocals."


    He took out his cell phone to search for WiFi, and inadvertently found three WiFi with the prefix "Chaoju" in the neighborhood; the full name of the WiFi in Room 02 was "Chaoju-c502", and the other two were " Chaoju-c601" and "Chaoju-c204".


    "The agency will put the same prefix on the WiFi of the rental property and go around the neighborhood." Fyren said.


    Waiting for the elevator, the hallway suddenly came a howl, I was startled, listen carefully, it is a male voice, the voice from the 502, abrupt, sharp, strange, next door to the room of 501 is still ringing the sound of adults scolding the child, the people around the shouting seems to be unconcerned, we want to find out what happened, the howl but stopped. I looked at the time, probably lasted only two minutes.


    In the neighborhood outside the street, there really is a "Chaoju rental housing" store, a short-haired girl received us, I asked in Chaoshanese Jia Yi Park housing, she said there are three sets of rental housing, A building two sets, C building a set.


    "Isn''t there a room on the fifth floor of Building C?" I asked the girl.


    "It''s on the sixth floor, the one on the fifth floor is rented."


    "Can you see when it expires? We''re more of a feng shui believer, so if it''s due soon, we can wait, and it''s no problem to raise the rent a bit."


    "Let''s see." The girl opened her computer and didn''t avoid us. I glanced at the tenant''s name which was Shane, living in building C, room 502, "Sorry, the fifth floor has a three-year contract that doesn''t expire until the following March. The one on the sixth floor has a better orientation. Let me show you around."


    The girl took the key and walked ahead. During the viewing we cornered her to inquire about the 502 personnel, and she said there should be three people living there, "an adult with a small child who came to rent the room."


    "The other one is the wife, right?"


    "No." The girl shook her head, "It''s a guy."


    "My lord''s father?"


    "Not really sure about that one." The girl smiles at me.


    "We came over early today to look at the house and heard someone yelling in 502." I looked over at the girl, "It seems like something is wrong."


    The girl was a bit embarrassed, "It''s fine, a tenant complained about it before, every morning, the man in 502 would scream for a while, just for a while, and then it was not strange anymore. We''ve talked to the owner, but he says it''s fine."


    Shane left his hometown after his release from prison and now operates a snake farm in Chaozhou, living a two-person life, which we observe for days with nothing to show for it.


    Is the kid named Bin his son? And who was the man howling in the room? Where''s his wife? We must find out more about his family before we can make our next move.


    We''ve spent most of the last few days in the car, annoyed in our minds, Fyren twists his cervical vertebrae and makes a clicking sound, "For a change, look up that Bin kid."


    "How do I find out?" I took a sip of my coffee.


    "Go to his school tonight."


    We waited until 2:00 a.m., climbed the banyan tree next to the wall one after the other, and jumped along the branches into the enclosure. In front of us was a large playground.


    Fourth grade is on the fourth floor of the school building, the school locks are simply constructed, Fyren pulls out two pieces of wire and opens the iron gate at the top of the stairs, we head up the stairs and into the office, "Look for the composition books or journals for the fourth grade class of four."


    When you write in fourth grade, you basically can''t get away from writing about people and scenes and things, and kids haven''t mastered the skill of fiction yet, so it''s mostly documentary.


    Many teachers also collect student journals to review and correct.


    We turned to "Bin''s" notebook and had a quick look. In "The One I Miss Most," Bin wrote about how his mom got sick and died a year ago, and how he promised his mom that he would listen to his dad.


    In Uncle Cobra''s Cobra, he writes that because his father had been away from home for many years, when he first met him, he thought he was just an uncle who wore glasses. Once his "uncle" took him to a snake farm and he saw many "cobras" without glasses. "Uncle Cobra told me that he had traveled around the world before, that he drew a big map of the world for me, and that he also had a hobby of acting and singing."


    In one of his diary entries, Bin writes about the deaths of his mom and grandma, and his dad''s decision to open a snake farm in Chaozhou, where he had to abandon his kitten and leave his hometown buddies behind.


    In a recent diary entry, Bin writes about how he hates his brother-in-law because he is a bad person who is often angry with his grandmother, takes her money, and on a few occasions even strikes her. Last year, when Uncle Junior was injured, Dad brought him home in a wheelchair with gauze wrapped around his body, "Dad told me that Uncle Junior burned himself playing with fire. Last week my dad hired a nanny to take care of him, but the nanny left yesterday. My dad said that because my uncle''s face scared the nanny, my dad had no choice but to put a computer in the house and take care of my uncle while working in the factory. I feel sorry for Uncle Junior, but he giggles at me and drools a lot, and I don''t hate him so much anymore."


    Shane''s wife died a year ago, and the man shouting in the room is Shane''s younger brother, who, from Bin''s description, is supposedly demented from the burns. Because he can''t hire a babysitter, Shane has set up surveillance in the house to look after his brother. Luckily, she didn''t rush into the house yesterday. I took pictures of all of Bin''s essays and diaries.


    The next day, when Shane drove away from home, we went to the door of 502 and knocked twice; the sound of the TV inside remained, but no one answered.


    "It takes an hour to get from Tin Primary School to the snake farm on Shanfen Road, not counting the traffic. shane can''t look at the home surveillance until he gets to the snake farm. during the time he''s driving, we''ll go in and be out in half an hour." Fyren checked the time, 6:50 a.m. He quickly opened the door.


    Inside the house, the air conditioner was turned on to produce heat, and a strong odor of medicine surged. After a narrow doorway, I turned sideways to the living room, first saw a LCD TV, playing a program on the Chaozhou Channel. Then I saw a laptop computer on the coffee table with its back to the door, and the computer screen was facing a recliner not far away, leaning on which was a man who turned his face to see someone intruding, although it was known that he was a burn victim, but the sight of a skeleton-like face still gave me a shock.


    The top of the hairless head reveals a red spot that secretes yellowish tissue fluid inside. The right ear is shriveled, the whites of the eyes are red and glowing, and a plaster like asphalt is applied around both eyes. The bridge of his nose is crooked, and his two nostrils face the sky. His mouth grinned, revealing jagged yellow teeth, and sticky saliva dangled from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto a white cloth he wore on his chest. The entire body was tied with gauze that had turned yellow, and outside of the gauze, a thin blanket covered it. The hands were black and red, and the index and middle fingers of the right hand were glued together. A pink warm water bag was strapped to her abdomen.


    When he saw us, his cheeks and facial muscles stretched and his mouth opened wider. He smiled at us and made a "huh" sound.


    We avoided the living room where the camera was pointed.


    In the study drawer, we find the injury certificate and the insurance contract.


    Shane''s brother, named Ling, born in 1987, was killed in an arson attack at 10 p.m. on April 21, 2014, at the Shantou Cheer KTV, resulting in burns to 85 percent of his body, which was determined to be a first-degree serious injury. The insurance contract states that although Ling had been smoking drugs three days before he was killed, there was no connection to the fire accident and the insurance company paid the claim.


    On the wall of Bin''s room is a four-meter hand-drawn map of the world, and underneath it are several photographs, including one from last August of Shane and his son standing wetly in front of a swimming pool, Shane wearing a pair of green swimming trunks, and no bat tattoos to be found on the front of his torso.


    In Shane''s room, there is a dressing table with some theatrical headdresses hanging from the hooks on the side of the table, and as we got closer, there were many photos of Chiu Chow Opera plastered on the wall around her, and she was mostly playing the role of a flower girl in terms of her make-up and dress. I was reminded of Bin''s essay - "Dad likes to perform and sing opera", I didn''t realize that Shane is also a fan of Teochew Opera. On the wall calendar, the day of February 11, 2015 is circled in red pen, with a note next to it: a performance of Teochew Opera for the small year in Gangjian Village, Rongcheng District, Jieyang. That''s tomorrow.


    In another desk drawer in the room, a photo album was found, documenting Shane''s upbringing. He practiced martial arts as a child, then joined the Orchid Tide Theater Troupe, and looked to be about ten years old. In some of the group photos, a certain person is cropped out, and in one of the troupe group photos, the cropping position is in the center of the first row, so it is assumed that the person who is cropped out should be a teacher or a leader of the troupe.


    We were observing the photos when a howl suddenly erupted, making me shudder. Remembering Ling''s behavior every morning, I reacted to the sound made by my damaged vocal cords, which was harsh enough to be heard outside, and now that I was in the room, my eardrums were being irritated by the screaming, and even though the sound subsided very quickly, a thin sweat was seeping out of my forehead. I glanced at Fyren, closed the album carefully, put it back in its original place, and then walked out of the living room. The patient is still watching the TV, Fyren walks to the door, looks in the cat''s eye, and says to me, "Get out!"


    "Where''s the other room?" I opened it up and looked in; there was a single bed in the corner, with knitting bags and boxes strewn across the purple sheets, not like it was occupied.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    "Guess it''s a utility room." Fyren looked away, "Another time."


    "Ling does drugs." Walking out of the neighborhood, Fyren speculated, "Howling like that every morning, I guess he''s a drug addict."


    In the car, I turned on the computer to search for news about "Shantou Happy KTV".


    "Before we went to Hong Kong to investigate YasinChen last month, we searched out a couple of news stories about him, the first one was the murder of his wife and brother, and the second news story was a fire at one of his KTVs in Shantou, which killed seven people and injured eleven others." I turned the screen to Fyren to see, "That KTV is Cheerful KTV, Ling was burned there."


    "Could it be insurance fraud?" Fyren''s first thought was the same as mine, "Shane buys his brother high-cost insurance and then borrows the accident to get the settlement."


    "This presupposes that he knew there was an accident that day."


    "The fire was done by someone in the bat gang, and then a scapegoat was burned at the scene to pin the arson on the deceased."


    "It doesn''t feel that simple." I said, "The perpetrator does."


    The news said that someone had spilled gasoline in the aisle of the KTV that night and set it on fire, and that the perpetrator had doused his body with gasoline beforehand and was also burned to death at the scene. Those who escaped said that the perpetrator shouted "Let''s die together" in the midst of the fire.


    "Look at this." I pulled the news down to the bottom, "After investigation, the arsonist''s motive for the crime is likely to be revenge on society. According to his wife''s confirmation, after her husband contracted AIDS from a prostitute, he became misanthropic and eventually caused a major disaster."


    "AIDS?" Fyren pondered.


    I unfolded the list of AIDS patients Haley had left behind and found the name of the KTV arsonist in it.


    "This is the address of Cheerful KTV." I opened the two pages and compared them. "This is the address of Silverado Nightclub." These two addresses are identical."


    The predecessor of Cheerful KTV was "Yindu Night Club".


    In October 2013, the Yindu Nightclub was shut down in the wake of the AIDS scandal, and soon after the venue was purchased by YasinChen and transformed into the Happy KTV, which in late April 2014 was the scene of an arson attack.


    "FuBian is aware that "Yindu" is a hidden danger, and once an AIDS patient wants to take revenge, the first choice is the place where he was infected.


    That''s why YasinChen bought Yindu and reopened it with a new look of Happy KTV, letting innocents in and waiting for some avenger to come and slaughter them. The wickedness of this scheme gives me chills.


    "FuBian and YasinChen know that Cheerful KTV may have had AIDS retaliation, but the arsonist has nothing to do with the Bat Organization, and what time he committed the crime is a matter of chance, which means that Ling''s burns, may really be an accident." I said.


    "What appears to be an accident is actually a premeditated crime." Fyren corrected.


    "What a great move to kill someone with a borrowed knife."


    "It''s too boring, let''s find a place to eat first and take our time figuring it out." Fyren started the car, "Your place, your call."


    "Since you''re in Teochew," I suggested, "try the sashimi."


    "I don''t like fish."


    "Not just fish." I said, "And oysters."


    We drove to Old Fine Fish and Sashimi on Sunnybrook Road.


    The sashimi is thin to the point of being translucent, consisting of grass carp peeled, boned and dried, sliced into thin slices and placed on round bamboo gimlets. We ordered a platter of sashimi and shrimp sashimi, a plate of arctic scallops, half a dozen oysters, and seafood congee for two. Just as we were about to eat, the owner''s wife came over and instructed us to put a slice of sashimi in a small bowl, add cilantro, preserved vegetables, onions, chili peppers, kimbap, shredded radish, and a spoonful of deep-fried garlic oil, which I scooped into my mouth and chewed, making it tender and crunchy. The seafood congee here is different from the casserole congee, the rice soup is separated, after eating the sashimi and then drink a bowl of hot congee water, refreshing.


    "Is it possible that Shane met FuBian because of his brother''s burns and was brainwashed into the organization by Fu?" Fyren picks up a slice of Arctic Shell and dips it lightly in the wasabi.


    "Look at this." I zoom in on the cell phone photo, "Bin''s composition book mentions more than once that Grandma told him, ''Your dad shouldn''t have helped Ling.''11 The two of them were working in Guangzhou and shared a room together. Could the help here be helping his brother take the blame."


    Fyren picks up an oyster and flicks the meat and juice into his mouth with his chopsticks, his eyes glued to his cell phone screen, the knot in his throat rolling up and down a bit, "Well, I don''t think the whole drug thing goes well with Shane either."


    "The guy who overdosed and died, I checked his education, he was a student at a vocational high school in Shantou, and when I looked at Ling''s file this morning, he attended that same vocational high school, and the two used to be good friends." I said.


    "The two were using drugs in their room, their friend died in an accident, Ling turned to his brother for help, and Shane took the blame for that to save him and get his brother out of Canton." Fyren swallowed another oyster, "Ling was burned in the fire like that, there are many ways to harm him if he had the intention to do so. yet Shane still placed him in his home to take care of him. I tend to think he loves his brother."


    "If Shane really did take the fall for his brother for three years, it''s unlikely that he''d frame him after he got out of prison, and with Ling''s burns, Shane would just think it was an accident, not realizing that it was a crime the Bat gang had been planning for a long time." I said, "Tell him the truth about his brother''s burns and will he help us in turn?"


    "It''s the safest way to go at the moment." Fyren tilted his head back and poured the oyster into his mouth, "If Blaze''s soft spot is gold, Shane''s should be his brother."


    At seven o''clock in the evening, we got off the Old Beihe Bridge in Jieyang City, turned left into the Casket Song Road, and inquired with the passers-by in Chaoshanese, "Where to do a big show?" Passers-by said the place, the car can not enter, we get off with the flow of people, walk across an arch bridge, came to a Chengdi, directly in front of the bamboo built into a theater, theater next to the tent hanging a preview sign, the stage in front of a square stereo. The red curtain in front of the stage is hanging down, the play has not yet begun, but there are already many old people sitting under the stage waiting. The preview shows that tonight''s play is "The Hairpin".


    We stood in the shadows of the streetlights, waiting for the Tide show to open and for Shane to take the stage.


    With the sound of a big drum, the curtain slowly opened and one by one, the characters of the flower faces on the stage appeared. We watched for over an hour, sifting through the height and voice conditions, but in the end we were not sure which actor was Shane. After the curtain fell, we headed to the back of the stage, where a wooden staircase was set up underneath the stage, and entered the backstage, where some people looked at us, but didn''t stop us. I inquired about Shane in Teochew, and he pointed to the pink flower girl who was sitting in front of the dressing table, removing her makeup. We were surprised, because he sang in a purely female voice during the performance, and because his makeup and demeanor were extremely flattering, we didn''t see him as a man from the start.


    Footsteps creaked on the boards and we walked up behind him.


    Feeling someone behind her, Shane, who had already removed half of her makeup, looked into the mirror, her head didn''t move, her eyes went up and then down as she continued to remove her makeup. Slowly, he said, "May I help you?" The voice is downward, thick, and very different from the singing voice from earlier.


    "Wanted to talk to you." Fyren said.


    "We don''t seem to know each other." The other wiped off the remaining half of her makeup to reveal her face.


    "We wanted to talk to you about your brother." Fyren said.


    "Oh?" The other man rose from his chair and I moved back half a step, "My brother has nothing to say."


    "Where''s FuBian?" Fyren said.


    Shane pauses for a few seconds in his undressing, before removing his pink costume and hanging himself on the hook next to the dresser, and then removing his white liner, revealing his lean backside, which I look up and down, and doesn''t have a bat tattoo.


    "Let''s have a late night snack together." He took his clothes from the hanger and put them on slowly, after which he said goodbye to his coworkers and walked out of the theater studio.


    We walked in front of a rice noodle stand in the alley and each ordered a noodle and a cup of stew.


    Taking a seat on the bench, Shane asked, How did you find me? Other than going through his son''s composition book and sneaking into his house to search it, the rest Fyren said truthfully.


    "Since you know that I''m in league with FuBian, how dare you come to me? Aren''t you afraid of danger?" Shane asked.


    "We think you''re being used." Fyren replied.


    "Oh?" Shane stopped eating, "How so?"


    "Your brother''s severe burns are a premeditated crime by FuBian."


    "That''s impossible."


    "This is our morning to go to Shantou to investigate the Cheerful KTV arsonist information, he is a fireworks factory boss in Shantou, Shantou, 13 years frequently in and out of the "Yindu Nightclub", and later even adopted one of the ladies, infected with AIDS, last April sprouted the idea of revenge, but at this time the "Yindu nightclub", has been FuBian changed into a happy KTV, your brother and the rest of the 17 victims, are FuBian through the hands of the arsonist of the object of the crime, is not an accident." Fyren printed out the investigation information and held it out of his bag for Shane to see, "This is all true, if you don''t believe me, you can verify it."


    "FuBian didn''t know beforehand that there was such an AIDS incident at the Silver City Nightclub." Shane''s expression was serious, "Even if he knew, the retaliatory behavior of AIDS patients is uncontrollable, he couldn''t have foreseen it."


    "He could have foreseen it, because he was the one who got Haley to spread the AIDS outbreak at the Silverado nightclub. Now it''s not hard to buy the defunct Silverado, turn it into the same kind of place, induce it, and inspire the AIDS patients to retaliate. It''s a chain of crime he''s orchestrated, and your brother is his victim." Fyren placed the list on the table again, "This is the list of people with AIDS that FuBian asked Haley to compile, none of the people in it were accidentally infected."


    "That''s impossible." Shane''s right cheek muscle twitched slightly, "I don''t believe it."


    "Mr. Shane, we''re looking for you this time after prior investigation, and although you''re in cahoots with FuBian, we''ve learned from some side sources that you''re friendly to people, filial to your parents, and three years ago, even went to prison for your brother''s sins." I said, "FuBian used you."


    "Why is FuBian doing this?" Shane asked.


    It was hard to imagine being one of the Bat-religionists asking such an outsider''s question. But looking at him, it wasn''t like he was pretending. "Aren''t you one of his men?" I asked.


    "I do work for him. Because he pays me." Shane said, "I can''t figure out what you guys are saying about him planning the arson and moving a rock around."


    "He started the Bat Cult, gathering people like you who have a history of incarceration, for no other reason than to add to the chaos of this world and cause the deaths of more innocents," Fyren said, "Isn''t it the Devil''s ambition to turn the earth into hell? They have no motive for their crimes."


    "So, you guys are angels?" Shane teased.


    "We''re only looking for him because he messed with us, he''s a hidden danger to us, simple as that." Fyren said bluntly.


    "I like that answer." Shane said, "My family is my life, and if my brother''s burns were truly premeditated by them, I will pursue them to the end. But before I can believe you, you have to come up with stronger evidence."


    "We will." Fyren looked at Shane, "As long as you tell us where FuBian is."


    Shane lights a cigarette, takes a deep drag and doesn''t exhale, smoke rising from his half-open mouth.


    A minute later said, "I can tell you guys that I''m the only one who knows about FuBian''s place, and in case he notices, he must know that I''m the one who messed it up, and it''s fine for me to pay the price, but I can''t take the risk with my brother and my son. Before you guys go to him, you must promise me one thing, get my brother to a safe place, my son has academic involvement, I''ll handle it myself."


    Fyren nods.


    "The day after tomorrow at nine o''clock in the morning, you come to my place, Xiangqiao District Jiayi Garden, Block C, 502, to be on the safe side, we should not meet, I will leave the door open for you and tell the security guards in the neighborhood that you are the health care workers who are here to pick up my brother. I will leave a white Toyota with red cross on the back door of the neighborhood, the door is unlocked, and I will prepare two sets of uniforms for you, so put them on and put on the masks and hoods.


    Put my brother in the back seat and fold the recliner in the trunk. Remember to drive carefully, take the highway to Shantou, my brother can''t stand the bumps. Also, after the burns, he has mental problems and has trouble facing this reality. Don''t look at him directly, or he will think he is a monster and become very irritable after a long time. In order to have room for maneuver after the incident, I will install a locator under the recliner and you guys will pretend not to know. When the time comes, I''ll leave a note of the rendezvous point on the coffee table in the living room, and we''ll meet at that spot and make our next move." Shane said, "I''ll give you FuBian''s address when my brother and son are settled."


    "No problem." Fyren said.


    "Since you have something for us, I have some questions for you." I asked, "You were the last member to join the Bat Cult, and you don''t know much about FuBian''s criminal intent, but why is it that you have access to FuBian when the first few senior members couldn''t?"


    "Because it''s my job to help FuBian raise snakes." Shane puts it bluntly, "Every quarter I''ll personally ship a shipment of snake venom to the Hong Kong docks, and he''s the one who picks it up every time."


    "What is the purpose of snake venom?" I asked.


    Shane shook his head.


    "Can you tell us how he convinced you to join?" I was curious about FuBian''s brainwashing abilities.


    "I can''t say it was convincing." Shane said, "After my wife and mother died last year and my brother was burnt, I was devastated, I had done nothing bad in my life and I was very upset that fate had treated me like this, as a family member of the injured, I came into contact with FuBian, who promised me that he would help me cure my brother. He promised me that he would help me to cure my brother. Seeing that I am down and out, he helped me to go to Chaozhou to help him to raise snakes, paid me a fee, and would give me some things to do from time to time. I hope he really utilized me as you guys said, otherwise I won''t let you guys off the hook."


    "One last question." I asked, "If you decided to take the fall for your brother in the first place, why didn''t you turn yourself in, but waited until the body gave off a smell that was noticed?"


    "Because it''s important to make sure that all the drugs in my brother''s system are metabolized so that my topping is effective."


    Two mornings later, we went to the back door of the Jardine''s Lookout and found the white Toyota with black film on the windows and a Red Cross sticker on each of the two front doors. We got into the car, followed the instructions, put on our uniforms, and went upstairs at nine o''clock sharp.


    502 was open a crack and the tidal wave of TV programs and the smell of plaster filled the room. The surveillance computer is closed this time, and Ling turns his head to look at us, then at the TV, and makes a "huh" sound. Unlike the first time we saw him, his body is covered in new gauze, red ointment is applied to the wound on top of his head, his eyes are still black, his nose and ears are wrapped in gauze, and there is a vent in his nostrils, his mouth is wide open, drool dripping onto the white cloth on his chest. A pink cartoon warming bag rested on his abdomen, and Shane had left an address for a hotel in Shantou on the coffee table, along with some simple care instructions.


    The bag was attached to Ling''s back with Velcro. Fyren cut off the bag with scissors and carefully carried the bag to a nearby stone step, where the patient''s fearfulness subsided as he watched the bag leave his body.


    Fyren glanced at me and I swallowed and nodded as he pulled out a small knife and gently cut along the edge of the bag, pulling the warm water bag from it, and underneath it I found a bulging ziplock bag full of white powder, not explosives, and I breathed a sigh of relief.


    Fyren hefted the bag, opened the seal and sniffed, "It''s heroin, two taels (100 grams) or so."


    I took a photo of the license plate and checked with an acquaintance who confirmed that it was a stolen car.


    I didn''t realize the whole thing was a plot hatched by Shane. He used his own brother as bait to take the edge off our guard. Then he hid the poison in the patient and used his brother''s fear of bumps as an excuse to get us to take the highway.


    On December 29th, 2013, the "Thunder Drug Sweeper" operation carried out a major clean-up of the village of Boshe in Lufeng, Guangdong Province, knocking out 18 large drug manufacturing and trafficking gangs, arresting nearly 200 people, and seizing more than a hundred tons of raw materials used in the manufacture of narcotics. Absconding criminals to the surrounding villages to spread, the 2015 Lunar New Year is approaching, the main traffic routes naturally become the police focus on the object of attention. We drove a stolen car with a bandaged patient lying in it, completely throwing himself into the net. Transporting more than 50 grams of heroin is punishable by death, and we will only be treated as criminals who use incapacitated patients to transport drugs, which is unlikely to end well in the current "drug talk" situation. And Ling will return to his brother in one piece - all Shane has to do is explain that we took his brother hostage while he was away.


    Two hundred meters further on from where Fyren parked is the entrance to the Yongguan Expressway, and I can imagine the car being pulled over by the police two minutes later.


    Turns out killing people with a borrowed knife is not exclusive to FuBian.

 On Valentines Day 2015, I almost became a corpse in a suitcase

    We lifted Ling into the back seat and Fyren started the car and turned into the lane.


    "Shane didn''t expect us to sense his intentions, and now we have his brother, waiting for him to call." Fyren said from the car, "Keep an eye out for a public restroom on the side of the road."


    "I''m a little anxious too after being so scared just now." I said.


    "It''s getting rid of that thing." Fyren whispered.


    "Fuck!" With the white powder still in the car, I suggested, "McDonald''s near the guide."


    "There aren''t any fast food places around here." Fyren taps the navigation, takes a sharp turn onto Fossewater Road, and five minutes later, pulls up in front of a Wallace''s.


    "You go ahead and order, I''ll take care of it in the restroom." Fyren instructed from inside the car.


    I order two prix fixe meals and find a table to sit at. Shortly afterward, Fyren came out, wiping his hands on a paper towel and nodding at me.


    "I figured Shane had his eye on us from the start." I came back from a bathroom break and heard Fyren tell me.


    "How early?" I unwrap the fried chicken burger.


    "At least until we sneak into his house." Fyren said, "Remember that laptop in the living room with the camera pointed at the back of the recliner, didn''t notice the problem at the time, and now it turns out it was all planned by Shane."


    "Not really, what do cameras have to do with planning or not?" I didn''t respond for a moment.


    "When you use a monitor to look after a paralyzed patient, you usually point the camera at the front of the patient, right, let alone a computer that allows video interaction."


    Fyren says, "The correct position would be to place the computer on the TV stand with the screen facing the patient. But by placing the computer in the corner of the coffee table, the focus is not on the camera, but on the back of the computer."


    "Back?"


    "Shane wanted to reassure us that a random search of his house would not be filmed."


    "He made us search on purpose?" I was surprised.


    "So far," Fyren analyzes, "As a rule of thumb, most of what you find when you investigate something in reality are useless clues. That day''s investigation at his house, do you think in retrospect that it went too well?"


    At that time, we learned through Ling''s injury certificate, insurance contract, file and graduation group photo that he had a history of drug abuse, was friends with the man who died of drug abuse in Guangzhou in 2011, and the cause of his burns.


    From there, he speculates on the fact that Shane may have taken the fall for his brother, and that a brother who loves his brother would naturally not set up a frame-up.


    We find more information and photo albums of Shane in his room and learn that he is kind to people, cares for his family, practiced martial arts, and is a Chiu Chow actor, furthering the conclusion that he may have been used by FuBian without knowing it.


    "It was this information that led us to meet with Shane, and the whole search didn''t even take more than half an hour." Fyren said, "As soon as we met with him, he accomplished his goal."


    "Playing us like pawns?" I pulled out the small notebook in my pocket and flipped through it.


    "It does seem harder to get." Fyren squeezed ketchup onto the fries, "What are you looking at?"


    "The bookkeeping book I found in that utility room at his house this morning," the first few pages of the book had living expenses and the last page had contact information for several people. "


    Bin wrote in his most recent essay that his dad hired a babysitter to come over and take care of the patient, this book should belong to the same babysitter who was scared off by the patient''s appearance, and when you say that the items in the room were intentionally furnished by Shane, this babysitter should have been aware of the original setup of his house. Ask around."


    I called the phone number of one of the contacts inside the book, pretending to be the head of the household and looking for a babysitter, and got the number.


    I lowered my voice, pretending to be Shane''s voice, and asked the nanny in Teochew, "I can''t find my brother''s injury certificate and insurance contract in the study drawer, did you notice it when you were cleaning up earlier? The other party didn''t notice any difference in her voice and answered me in full.


    "Soon, very soon. I''ll get back to you in a couple days." I hang up.


    Fyren looks at me, "Did she say the drawer had these?"


    "She said she didn''t touch the contents when she packed it and wasn''t sure." I replied to Fyren, "But then turned to me and asked when she could return to work."


    The nanny didn''t quit because she was afraid of the patient''s face, but Shane dismissed her and promised her that he would get her back to work afterward.


    Combined with Shane''s other moves, the answer to his doing so is obvious: he knows we''ve come to Tidewater to find him, fired the nanny early to give us smooth and unobstructed access to his home, and put out physical evidence in his home to entice us, to meet with him.


    Driving the stolen car and picking back roads, I arrived at Xidi Park in Shantou two hours later, where I got out of the car and carried down the medical chair from the trunk to branch out.


    The two of them took Ling out of the backseat, and Fyren took the car again and abandoned it somewhere, after which he took a taxi to meet me, during which I found a children''s toy store and bought a pair of magnetic stylus boards, and we took a taxi to find a hotel in Haojiang District to stay in.


    I look at the clock and it''s past zero, February 14, 2015, Valentine''s Day.


    "That''s not right," Fyren said as she checked the caller log in her room, "Why hasn''t Shane called yet?"


    I just followed the feeding guidelines and gave Ling a night''s worth of Lean Cuisine. At this point he was watching TV and I turned the volume down.


    "Ling," I try to call him, and he looks sideways, eyes on the ground.


    I pulled my chair over to him, "You know what we''re talking about, don''t you?"


    His eyes flickered, his head bobbed slightly, and he nodded slowly.


    "We''re not bad people." I said.


    He bowed his head, the top of it facing me, emitting a pungent medicinal odor.


    "Would you mind answering a few questions for me?" I pulled out my pad, "Write here."


    He hesitated, then nodded afterward.


    "Why are you playing dumb in front of your brother?" I ask in a single word, and Fyren leans in.


    Ling bowed his head and took the pen with his right hand, his index and middle fingers glued and bent, and he circled the barrel with his blackened ring and tail fingers, and wrote laboriously on the writing pad, "He," "Burn," "I "


    Fyren and I looked at each other in disbelief before asking assiduously, "Did he know about the fire at the Cheerful KTV originally?"


    Ling nods and writes again, "cheat," "me," and "go." There''s not enough on the board to write, he points to the erase button, I scrape to the left, erasing the three words, and watch as he writes, "drunk," and "burn."


    "He tricked you into going to a karaoke bar and then got you drunk? You got burned after that." I asked.


    He nodded.


    "Did he ever take the fall for you in Canton in 2011?" Fyren probed and asked.


    He nodded.


    "Why would you want to hurt you again when you get out of prison?"


    He writes, "poison," "no," "listen," "word," erases the words. "mom," "die," "gas."


    "You''re on drugs, you don''t listen, and your mom is pissed off at you, so he''s going to hurt you?" I guessed based on the meaning of his words.


    He nods, tears dripping down his leg. Write: "Penalty", "I".


    "He wanted to get rid of Ling, but never found a suitable opportunity to do it, and just happened to learn about FuBian''s criminal plan, so he tricked Ling into going to a KTV, and afterward got him drunk and used a knife to get rid of the suspicion." Fyren summarized to me.


    Ling nodded slowly.


    "But he ended up saving you?" I asked.


    He nods and writes, "love," and "I."


    "He just needs you to be obedient, right?" I asked, "When you become like this, you obey."


    Nod.


    I turn to Fyren, "If Shane intended to frame Ling, he had to know when the arsonist committed the crime, huh?"


    "How many times has your brother, taken you to Cheerful KTV?" whispered Fyren to Ling.


    "1." A trembling hand wrote.


    We settled Ling and went to the site of the Cheerful KTV in Haojiang District, where an arson attack took place on April 20 last year. Now the whole site has been razed to the ground, and looking at a piece of plan erected on the periphery, the place is going to be converted into a shopping mall.


    Across the street from the KTV is a street of stores that coincides with Valentine''s Day and the festive atmosphere.


    At the floorboards near the sign of a tobacco and liquor store, there are still traces of fire, so it must have been affected by the fire at that time.


    We went into the store to buy a Chinese cigarettes, Fyren site unwrapped a packet, handed the shopkeeper one, the shopkeeper listened to Fyren accent, asked is the Northeast, right, he was a soldier in Beijing when he was young, there are a number of Northeast comrades.


    Fyren climbed in with him in passing.


    "You guys came to Shantou to play, huh?"


    "Isn''t there a mall going up across the street, and in the future I''d like to plop down a store here and do some trading." Fyren lit the other side on fire.


    "That place has bad feng shui." The shopkeeper smokes and shakes his head, "A lot of evil things have happened."


    "You mean the fire last year?"


    "I witnessed the scene at the time, it was very tragic, two dozen people died." The shopkeeper exaggerated the number.


    "I can feel the fire," Fyren asked, "I see there''s a road between them, and I''m surprised the walls on your side are blackened."


    "It wasn''t a burn." The owner smokes, colorfully, "You guys don''t know what the guy who started the fire used to light it, do you, he poured kerosene along the aisle on the second floor of the KTV, then lit one of those big fireworks at the exit and shot it in the direction of the window, the flames splattered all over the place, and all of a sudden there was a big fire. Some of the fireworks broke through the window and shot up to me and almost set my place on fire too, bad luck."


    The arsonist was the owner of a fireworks factory, and it would make sense to use fireworks to set a fire.


    "Is the KTV across the street doing well? How come so many people died?" Fyren asked again.


    "Generally, but there were really a lot of people that day." The owner said, "For one thing, I remember the day of the accident was a weekend, the second is that before the accident, the business has been in front of the door with a loud speaker propaganda, said the opening half a year, a big payoff, April 20, the whole field half-price, with the repeater like, those days by the noise annoyed to death, are almost want to call the police, I did not expect to turn around in the eye of the accident."


    The KTV building across the street from the stores had been torn down to rubble and was surrounded by blue tin outside, we entered through the gate. Taking out our cell phones and faking a touch, a man in a workman''s cap approached us, looking like a janitor, and asked what we were doing.


    Fyren handed me cigarettes again, and I said in Teochew that we were carrier engineers measuring cell phone signals nearby, and pulled a bunch of jargon about 3G, communications, base stations, antenna coverage, and so on, and the guy was bluffed.


    One writer said, "Strange conversations have magical effects." I thought so.


    "Go on in." The superintendent eventually let us go, and we were just heading in when he called out to us again, handing us two yellow work caps.


    We look along the edge of the ruins as Fyren tries to figure out the floor plan of the KTV at the time from the debris and use it to recreate the crime scene.


    "Look out for wooden doors." I really found a door panel in the garbage and lifted it up to see a sign posted: AIDS prevention is everyone''s responsibility. It is ironic that a place for AIDS prevention was eventually destroyed by AIDS sufferers.


    After traveling to a pile of scrap metal in the corner, Fyren stops and pulls out a piece of equipment and wipes the dust off of it, revealing the words "METRONIC DACHENG".


    Fyren looked it up on his cell phone, "It''s a security equipment company." Finding another smashed panel, he lifted it up to scrutinize it, "It looks like it should be some kind of module for an X-ray security machine."


    "What are you doing?" A sudden bellow and we avert our eyes, a worker in a yellow uniform, "There''s construction going on here, get out of here!"


    We stood up, patted the dust on our bodies, and walked down to the pile of scrap metal.Fyren handed cigarettes to the workers, who looked at Fyren with suspicion and didn''t take the cigarettes, and then asked, "Do you want to steal something?"


    "We look like thieves!" Fyren stared at the other man and squared his shoulders.


    "Then what are you doing here?" The man''s voice dropped steeply as Fyren choked him.


    If one didn''t work, a pack, Fyren pulled out a new pack of cigarettes and shoved them into the worker''s hand, "Thought I''d ask a few questions."


    The worker looks around and puts the cigarette in his pocket again, "I''m just working, I don''t know anything, I''ll go get our chief."


    "Where was all this equipment removed from?" Fyren pointed to a security panel not far away, "Why are they in bits and pieces?"


    "When the first-floor aisle was demolished, it was stripped from the wall and it was all broken." The worker said.


    "Which aisle?"


    "It''s the aisle that leads to the elevator."


    "Is there a floor plan for the building?" Fyren asked.


    "It''s all in that basket." The worker walks over to the black plastic bucket next to the scrap iron pile, lifts the plastic sheet off the top, and picks out a piece of iron from it.


    KTV floor plan drawn in iron, nailed to the wall, demolition workers unloaded in full, ready to collect as scrap to sell.


    "Here?" Fyren tapped the aisle of the first floor plan, through which a narrow aisle appeared with a diagram of stairs and two elevators.


    "Uh-huh."


    "Is that where those devices are embedded behind the wall in this aisle?" Fyren asked.


    "Well, part of the aisle is a wood-paneled wall where the equipment is hidden."


    Why do we need to install security cameras in the aisles of KTVs? Because FuBian wants to anticipate when the arsonist will come to the door.


    He installed two thin wooden walls in the only aisle leading to the elevator on the first floor of the KTV, and then installed modified security equipment inside the wall, as long as you hire some people, specializing in the room on the first floor inside the check, through the customers of this channel, the items carried on the body will be seen clearly.


    Premeditated criminals are known to visit the scene in advance in order to find the best time and place to strike.


    FuBian, in turn, has the list of people with AIDS that Haley gave him on hand, and anytime someone inside the list comes to his door - he''s a potential retaliator - he''s under covert surveillance.


    This person may have come over three times before committing the crime to stomp around, and with the unintentional sight of the dazzling AIDS prevention signs in the aisles of the karaoke bar, spawning more malice.


    As for how to induce him to do it, FuBian takes the approach of organizing a six-month opening bonus when the time is right.


    This event is advertised, that is, for consumers, and pushes the arsonist to make up his mind.On Sunday, April 20, Cheerful KTV is half price for all, and is cost-effective entertainment for consumers.


    For the arsonist, this day will be full of people and it is a cost-effective crime to share the fire with everyone. Nine times out of ten, he will choose this day to do it in order to maximize his crime.


    The arsonist booked a private room before April 20, brought enough kerosene for that night, the brightest fireworks, and sat alone with the neon flashes.


    Surrounded by songs haunting the compartment, the screen was playing random songs, every now and then popped up warnings about AIDS prevention, he got bored and simply turned off the TV and drank from a bottle. By the time it was ten o''clock at night, people were drunk and slightly inebriated, the best time to commit a crime.


    He stepped out of the box and down the aisle, concealed from view, dumping kerosene, emitting a pungent odor, and with a quick movement, he ran back to the exit.


    Light a firework, boom! Light another one, boom! As a fireworks factory owner, he''s probably never seen, fireworks fired horizontally. The flames nourish the flames, and the KTV is in purgatory.


    Inside the other compartment at that moment lay Ling, who was already intoxicated.Shane had left the scene before the arsonist committed his crime.


    After we were informed of Shane''s fucking name, we looked for someone, to check her cause of death, and around noon, we found a Long Jiang Pig''s Feet restaurant, and were eating when we received a reply message: death in January 2014 due to a heart attack.


    "Ling pissed off his mom while his brother was in jail for drugs. shane should have tried to correct him when he got out, but it was too late.


    He feels that his brother has been wasted by drugs and that keeping him would only drag him down, and is resentful because of his mother''s death.


    Just in time to learn that there was going to be a man-made fire at FuBian and YasinChen''s KTV, so they took the opportunity to trick Ling into the box, get him drunk or just outright mesmerized, and let him get burned." Fyren smoothed out the cause and effect.


    "Ling also said that it was his brother who saved him in the end." After running around in the morning, I was starving, rattled off a large mouthful of rice, swallowed it whole, and said:


    "What I can''t figure out is, in a fire is the hardest way to control the extent of injuries, and it''s extremely dangerous to perform a rescue, so on what basis did his brother judge the timing of the rescue? And how did he conduct the rescue?"This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    "It''s really hard to pre-determine injuries in a fire, and I think Shane had just hoped that Bro would be burned to the point of mobility so that he could be contained. But I didn''t realize it would end up burning so badly." Fyren speculated.


    "He hasn''t called you a single time so far?" It''s been a day and a half since we''ve had his brother, I wondered.


    Fyren pulled out his cell phone, "Never mind, call him and see."


    Fyren puts the phone to his ear, looks at me, and after a minute, shakes his head at me, "Didn''t answer."


    "So what''s next?" I asked.


    "It''s sick to burn your own brother like that just to make him obey." Fyren said, "The Orchid Tide Theater Troupe is in Shantou, go find someone who grew up with him and ask them to see what kind of person Shane really is."


    In 2006, Teochew Opera was selected for the National Intangible Cultural Heritage List - and that''s putting it nicely.


    The bad way to put it is that it has to be remembered and preserved in such a historically enshrined way that it has become obsolete among the new generations.


    Because of the decline of Chiu Chow opera, Orchid Chiu Chow Theater Troupe has had to change its location several times, from a long and respected troupe, into the present need to rely on a few senior fans to support the group to survive.


    For the love of it, the group would get together regularly to sing, while during the week they would disperse to make a living.


    Whenever there are performances in the four villages, they will perform on stage, and the income is not enough, just for the sake of lively and happy.


    We found the stronghold of the Orchid Chiu Chow Theater Troupe on East Huan Cheng Road in Chenghai District, Shantou, in a suite on the first floor of an old residential building.


    Approach, we heard a long singing voice out, follow the sound and go, a door is open, we look inside, indoor floor with a variety of large and small Teochew opera musical instruments, hanging on the wall in the center of a plaque, the wood is dark, more cracks.


    It was a long time ago, but the words "Orchid Chiu Chow Theatre Troupe" on the plaque are still bright red, and it seems that someone regularly paints the colors. On the display stand under the plaque, there are various trophies.


    On the left wall, there are a number of banners and awards. On the right wall, there are various photographs, mostly black and white, and at the top is a portrait of a black-haired old man.


    A woman in a housecoat with her back to the door, standing in rehearsal, I knocked gently and the woman stopped moving, her singing stopped, and she turned her head to look back. It was a kind face.


    "Hello Auntie, we are reporters," I raised my camera and said in Teochew, "We would like to do some interviews with the Orchid Teochew Opera Troupe, is it convenient?"


    "Welcome welcome welcome." The woman smiles, her round cheeks showing dimples. She guides us to the mahogany chairs by the door to sit down, boils water, takes out an iron tea canister from under the coffee table, scoops two spoons of tea rice with a tea spoon, and pours it into a tealight, "Are you guys used to drinking fried tea?" We nodded our heads in a hurry.


    Whenever there is a cultural assignment, students from various schools in Shantou come here for a visit. The women are happy to spread the culture of Teochew Opera and answer all our questions.


    She is the daughter of the director of the Orchid Tide Theater Troupe, and there is a large black-and-white group photo on the wall that looks exactly like the group photo Shane saw at his home.


    At that time, a certain person in the center of the group photo was cut out by Shane, and at this moment, we find out that this person is the head of the group, i.e. the effigy himself, named Xiao.


    From the biography noted below the posthumous photo, the time of death was last month.


    "Did you go peacefully?" I asked.


    The woman dropped her tears and shook her head, "There was a car accident, I told him he was getting older and traveling I drove him, but just wouldn''t give in to old age and it happened."


    "How did it go wrong?"


    "It''s that accident at Lianyang Bridge." The woman choked, "It''s all life, let''s not talk about it."


    "Isn''t this kid Shane?" i point to the teenager standing next to Xiao in the black and white group photo.


    "Eh, you know him?" The women look at me.


    "Didn''t you guys go to Jieyang to perform a few days ago? We were there, and he played the flower girl and did a great job." I said.


    "He''s really good, I heard he went to jail for drugs a few years ago, thought I wouldn''t see him again, didn''t expect to get out and back on track so quickly." The woman said.


    "How''s his relationship with Xiao?" I ask.


    "My father is especially fond of him, almost more than he is of me." The woman said.


    "Does this brother still do hipster theater?" Fyren pointed to the teenager standing next to Shane, hitching a shoulder with him.


    "He quit a long time ago," the woman recalled, "I think around 2000."


    "Do you have his contact information? We''d like to interview a few more people so the story is comprehensive."


    "We still have exchanges on New Year''s holidays," the woman took out a business card inside a steel box in her drawer, "His paper factory is in the industrial area of Watating Village, just around the corner."


    The roar of the machines is amplified by the spacious factory shed and becomes distant. High up on the factory wall, four whirring exhaust fans are installed, and rolls of paper as thick as oil drums are stacked in one corner.


    On the other side is a fully automated paper-making machine, where grains of rolled paper are cut and sent to a conveyor belt, and workers on both sides yard into cartons.


    With the introductory note given by the woman, we easily met Mu, the owner of the paper mill, in his thirties and soft-spoken.


    He invited us to a parlor in the factory and opened the tea canister box with the key, this time with Dahongpao.


    The woman said Xiao liked Shane, but Shane cut Xiao out of all the photos, obviously harboring a grudge. In several photos, Shane and Mu are seen together.


    It is evident that the two had a deep relationship during their teenage life in the theater group. The best way to get the truth out is to go straight to the point so that the other person has no time for hesitation.


    "From what Xiao said, you and Shane were close at the time?" I asked Mu.


    "Got along best with him in the troupe," Mu said, sipping her tea, "but I didn''t hang out with him after I quit."


    "Xiao wasn''t very nice to Shane?" I throw out the question.


    "Who did you hear that from?" Mu looked surprised.


    "Shane was jailed for drug abuse in 2011, I read an interview with him, he said he got to where he is today because of other people''s faults, and he named Mr. Xiao, saying that he was often physically punished by the troupe, which left him in the shadows, and he never recovered." I used my words and begged the other person to fall for the trick, "What kind of person would do that, make his own mistakes but blame others."


    Mu was silent, but his brow furrowed as he proceeded to brew his tea, and suddenly said, "There''s something to what he''s saying."


    "Xiao really physically punished him, huh?"


    "Can you turn that off?" Mu pointed to the recorder on the desktop.


    "Xiao has passed away, things have gone on for too long, it''s inappropriate to rehash these old scores, but it''s hard for me to hold it in my heart if I don''t say it out loud, you guys delete this paragraph as me spitting out my bitterness, it''s okay."


    I turned off the recorder, "Go ahead."


    "To say corporal punishment is to elevate Xiao." Mu said, "Xiao is a bad man, and there isn''t a boy in the troupe who hasn''t been violated by him. Of all of them, Shane suffered the most. That''s why I quit."


    Xiao often takes Shane backstage at the studio, puts down the curtain, paints Shane in sultry flower girl make-up and powdered costumes, and then molests him.


    Shane asked his best friend Mu for help several times, and Mu, a teenager, hid in front of the shed and witnessed the proceedings through a gap in the boards, shivering and unable to move.


    He couldn''t face his best friend, nor could he face himself. Gradually, he distanced himself from Shane, and one day, Shane, a teenager, approached him and asked, "Do you dislike me and think I am unclean?" Mu was horrified, and soon afterward, he quit the Orchid Chiu Chow Theatre.


    "All these years I deliberately stayed away from everything in Chao Drama, from Shane, because I had a guilt for him, he took drugs and committed crimes, in my opinion it was just to forget those dark memories, he was perfectly capable of pointing all the charges at Xiao, and I was the indirect culprit, if I had stopped it in time, or even if I had given him more care and called the police after quitting the troupe, he wouldn''t have ended up in that situation."


    Mu shook her head, "I failed him and thought about apologizing to him, but I just couldn''t face seeing him. xiao''s accidental death was so like providence."


    "How was Shane when he was in the theater company?" Fyren asked.


    "The heart is very good, the person is very clever, good at inventing and creating, I remember there is a large garden bed in front of the courtyard to be watered regularly, which is both wasteful of water and tiring, he later figured out a way to lead a few water pipes to the garden bed, plug the mouth small, regularly open the faucet to spray, and then the work can be done, which made me very impressed. And because of practicing martial arts, there are other people bullying us, it''s him who takes the lead to solve the problem, there is a big brother style, we are willing to listen to him."


    Mu recalls, "But after being hurt by Xiao, one could feel that his whole person changed."


    "Changed?"


    "It feels like the life force is gone, and when I''m idle and listless, I just sit around."


    Mu says, "Once I played the flower girl, I felt demonic again, like a girl who snuggled up to me and cried easily."


    "We saw him play the flower girl the other day and we really didn''t recognize him." I seconded.


    "One night, I got up to pee, I heard a chirping sound outside, accompanied by the sound of ho-ho-ho, I was scared, so I stood on the toilet sink and looked out the window, I saw Shane crouching in the corner, he painted a white face with white powder, and wiped a touch of black between his eyebrows, and then black oil along the bridge of his nose, as you know, the white face in Chiu Chow Opera generally represents a treacherous and vicious person, seeing someone painting such makeup in the middle of the night scared me. You also know that white face in Chaozhou Opera generally represents a treacherous and murderous person, and to see someone painting such makeup and squatting in the corner in the middle of the night scared me, and then I fixed my eyes on him, and he was holding a plastic rope in his hand, and the end of the rope was lit on fire, and the melted plastic dripped on the rats in the rat cage at the lower end, blazing the rats into a frenzy."


    He went on to say, "I was afraid he''d find out and slipped back to bed, and the next day he acted like he''d forgotten it was there, so I thought I''d had a nightmare and snuck back to the scene to see what was going on, and I found the corpse of the rat in the cage dripping with congealed black plastic oil, and the whole thing had been sliced in half, and I puked on the spot. The fact that I stayed away from him afterward had something to do with it."


    January 17, 2015 at 9:00 a.m., Shantou, Shantou 102 bus when passing the Lianyang Bridge, the driver was the car thugs with a knife stabbed in the neck artery and fainted, criminals grab the steering wheel, to the right to beat to death, the car crashed through the bridge fence, flying down the Lianyang River. Fifteen people in the car, only one passenger survived.


    Xiao was on the bus at the time, and every weekend morning he would take public transportation to the theater company to have tea with friends.


    We checked the identity of the offender and found a blank man, and the report noted that he had all ten fingerprints chipped, was suffering from AIDS, and was mute - without a tongue. His crime was recognized as retaliation against society.


    This man has the same features as the man who once attacked me, caused me a neck injury, and ended up jumping to his death.Haley had said that FuBian picks his killers from AIDS patients to erase identities.


    Both, no doubt, are killers trained by FuBian. One was sent to murder us, and the other became Shane''s prop for his crime - killing his enemy Xiao.


    Killing him alone would easily reveal their criminal intent and risk implicating themselves, so they went out of their way to fake it as a social incident and use the lives of the remaining twelve to cover up the motive.


    "The scarier scenario is that the crash was originally planned by the Bat gang, and Xiao was just a bonus." Fyren said.


    "Ling, the brother, Xiao, the teacher, but anyone Shane wanted to get rid of, he used this criminal technique."


    "AIDS killers are not far from death, if they are ashamed of their families, it is inevitable that they want to leave them a legacy before they die, FuBian catches this psychological weakness of theirs, and it''s easy to use money to get them to sell their lives for him. They are all time bombs, it''s a make-or-break corner, the number should be more than two, be careful in everything."


    Over the course of the day, we ran through three places in quick succession, learned about the arson at the Cheerful KTV, and learned that Shane had been sexually abused by his own teacher when he was a young student, a nightmare experience that lent itself to a tchotchke mask and splintered into other personalities. When normal, he is enthusiastic, positive, intelligent and a lauded individual.


    When he plays the flower girl, his eyes, accent and figure are all female, as if he is in the theater. There is also a personality in which the slightest evil thought gathers in the bottom of his heart to form a black pool; he squats by the pool, smears his eyebrows and nose with black water, and eventually becomes a shadowy, brutal, and cunning man.


    It was this blackface personality that joined the bat cult. This is the same black-faced personality that set up the burning of his brother, caused a car accident on the bus that his teacher was riding, and intended to frame us with drugs.


    In the evening, we found a beef fried kuey teow store for dinner. Beef fried kuey teow is my particular favorite food, but I don''t have much appetite at the moment. I wasn''t afraid of facing so many vicious thugs and encountering danger before, even if it was FuBian, but Shane was different, I was vaguely worried, "Such a person doesn''t go by the book, we can''t deal with him in a conventional way."


    "We took off our locator, switched cars and acted covertly, there''s no way he could have found us."


    "But he hasn''t contacted us until now."


    Fyren glanced at his cell phone.


    "I was wondering if Ling might have tipped off his brother. Then our whereabouts will be exposed."


    "That''s a bit much for you to think about." Fyren said.


    "There''s a basis for that." I said, "You remember his exchange with us in the hotel room."


    Fyren looks at me, signaling me to continue.


    "When a reporter covers an event, there''s a choice of point of view, such as a nonfiction story, usually a third-person point of view, as an outsider substituting into the event." I said, "There''s nothing wrong with what Ling told us about the plot, but I always felt like he was telling it from an awkward perspective."


    "Such as?"


    "He was a victim of a fire, which means that he should be from the victim''s perspective, because he was set up by his brother and is supposed to hate him." I analyzed, "But when it comes to why his brother is trying to harm him, he phrases it like this, because he is on drugs, disobedient, and his mom is pissed off, so his brother is trying to punish him. This is more of a rationalization for the brother''s crime. I''m the victim, and my brother victimized me because I was in the wrong in the first place. Isn''t that strange?"


    Fyren nodded, "That makes some sense."


    "Also, you were beside yourself summarizing to me, based on the information he said, that this was a crime planned by FuBian, and I noticed him nodding." I pause, "Why did he nod, did he know FuBian?"


    Fyren looks around for no-smoking signs, there are none, takes cigarettes from his box, shares one with me, lights it, and contemplates.


    "You were set up by your own brother and burned to death, and in the end you were lucky enough to get your life back, would you be grateful to him? Wanted to kill him, I guess." I took a drag on my cigarette, "But at the time I asked Ling why your brother saved you. What did he write?"


    "Love, me." Fyren said.


    "He speaks for his brother." I said, "There''s only two semi possibilities, either he''s been burned into Stockholm Syndrome or he''s in cahoots with his brother."


    "And half of them?" Fyren looks at me.


    "Ling is Shane in disguise." I quickly dismissed the idea again, "But that can basically be ruled out. Because Ling was burned like that, it''s impossible to achieve that effect with makeup alone. In terms of teeth alone, when I first searched Shane''s house, I noticed that the patient was missing two incisors in his upper jaw and had jagged teeth in his lower jaw.When I had a late-night snack with Shane in Jieyang, his teeth were intact and straight.Shane wouldn''t have pulled out and broken his own teeth just to impersonate his brother."


    "There''s no need to warn us about drugs in the car at a highway intersection if you''re an accomplice?" Fyren questioned.


    "What if it''s trying to win us over." I said, "After all, even if we do get drugs planted, we still have a chance of being released as long as we have proof. But by setting up the threat first, then disarming it for us and removing our guard, the success rate of doing it again will be much higher."


    "So assuming he''s in cahoots with his brother, the worst case scenario now is that Ling informs his brother while we''re out investigating and Shane is now hiding in a hotel room, waiting to ambush us." Fyren said.


    Holding on to the hope that it was just us being overly concerned, I packed Ling a kuey teow soup.


    Valentine''s Day, coinciding with the Chinese New Year is approaching, in the street below the hotel, some couples in the fireworks, I stopped to watch for a while, the fire from the paper tube erected on the ground to rise, explode in mid-air, light flames bright, and then extinguished.


    Entering the hotel, the receptionist was playing with her cell phone, looking towards the couch in the lobby, one person was blocked by a newspaper, I walked upstairs, looked again and realized that behind the newspaper was an old man.


    On the second floor, the room is in the middle of the hallway, "If there really is someone in the room, with a gun, it''s too late for us to run in either direction left or right, so run out the door and immediately stand against the wall and wait for the man inside to chase him out, he won''t be expecting this hand from us, take advantage of his surprise and grab his weapon before we fight him." Fyren commanded in a low voice.


    "Nightwalker defense?" I joked.


    "Sort of, you can write it down."


    Walking softly to the door and standing, Fyren calls Shane again on his cell phone, it connects and I listen to the sound in the room, there is no ringing or vibration, Fyren turns off his cell phone.


    I opened the door without entering the house, after which I turned on the lights, Fyren checked the toilet to the right of the door, I then watched behind the walls on both sides of the walkway, and if it was OK, leaned over to check under the bed before entering the house, pulling back the curtains and looking at the eaves and air conditioner racks. Then get out the wall listen and listen to each of the left and right rooms.


    We had long ago planned the steps we would take when we entered, and Fyren took out his door card and opened the door.


    We stood outside the door for a moment, unmoving, as Ling sat by the window of the room and turned her head to watch us come in, just as a firework exploded just outside the window, brightening the room momentarily as Ling flashed us a smile.


    "Huh," the jagged yellow teeth showed, and the glare hit the distorted face, a shadow lengthening at the corner of his mouth, as creepy as a sardonic grin. I turned on the light.


    Nope. A flash of foreboding flashed through my mind. Quickly, I swept Fyren into the open restroom. As he fell into the floor, a man wearing a mask, about 5''8" tall, and wearing leather boots flashed out in the middle of the aisle.


    He was armed with a silenced shotgun and fired directly at us.


    The bullet strikes and we fall to the toilet floor, the door is blasted with a round hole and Fyren kicks the toilet door shut with his foot.


    He grazed his left arm and we stood up quickly, the toilet door handle was then blasted off, I had lifted the kueh kueh soup box, hot smoke rolled out, and ducked behind the toilet door, which was kicked open as the killer prepared to enter with a gun.


    I turned toward the outside and dumped hot soup in his face, and he exited the restroom with a scream of anguish as his messy gun blasted the water heater. We were just about to take advantage of the opportunity to escape when we realized that there was another footstep coming in the room.


    Fyren pulls out the locking wire from his pocket and quickly wraps it around the electrodes of the triangular plug before inserting it into the socket, causing a short circuit and the room to go dark at once. Opening the door, he props up a towel on a coat hanger and draws the killer to fire.


    Four rounds had been fired, we heard each other reloading and quickly rushed out of the restroom, the door had been chipped, we opened it, turned to the right and ran, immediately stopping on the way out, standing against the wall and adjusting our breathing.


    The killer came after us, not expecting us to switch from defense to offense, Fyren took advantage of the opponent''s pause, grabbed the barrel of the gun, clamped it under his armpit, and used the inertia to throw him out of the way, the opponent pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the back of Fyren''s wall, Fyren vigorously kicked the opponent''s chest with his foot, and stroked the gun out of the killer''s hands.


    The opponent slammed into the opposite wall and leaned on the ground, Fyren gripped the barrel of the gun and flung it vigorously with the handle into the head of the opponent, who lay down, and because of the force of the blow, the gun came right out of his hand.


    I stepped forward and picked up my gun, when another assassin came running out of the room, also black masked and tall, but instead of a gun he had a short knife in his hand, and I pointed my gun at him and shouted "Stop, shoot again!" He didn''t move and stabbed the knife.


    The building is narrow and movement is limited, he''s pinned down by Fyren, taking advantage of this, I smash the handle of my gun hard on his chin, then on the bridge of his nose, he backs away, and finally on his forehead, he faints and falls to the ground.


    Fyren bound the two men with plastic ties and asked a tenant who had sniffed out the door to help call the police.


    During the fight, Shane removed the bandages from his body and fled from the room.Fyren was grazed by loose bullets on his left arm and burned on both palms.I told him to stay put and chase Shane myself.


    Yes, the burn victim is Shane, who poses as his brother, points out the drugs to us in the stolen car, removes any suspicion we may have had about his identity, and in a second step, convinces us of his victimhood by telling us the truth about his brother setting him up.


    In order for the plan to succeed, he shaved his head, wrapped bandages around his nose and ears, glued the two index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and even went so far as to pull out his two upper jaw incisors and break the teeth of his lower jaw in a vise to make them jagged. This was done in order to achieve the real goal of sending assassins to kill us.


    The fact that our movements were hidden and we stayed in unknown hotels added to their convenience.


    Under the bed in the room afterward, two 32-inch suitcases brought by the killers were found, one containing large plastic wrap, saws, and knives.


    If we were killed, we would be dismembered by them on the floor of the toilet covered with plastic wrap and transported in two suitcases.


    It also explains why these two killers are about the same size as us; just take our IDs, check out of the room wearing masks, take away the suitcases with the body parts, and we disappear without a trace from there.


    How did I find out about Shane''s trick? It was all in the blink of an eye when the fireworks went off.


    That creepy smile connected four sets of images in my mind: teenager Shane painted in blackface squatting on the floor abusing mice, the Cheerful KTV arsonist setting fire with fireworks, the Chiu Chow station that plays a clip of fireworks to congratulate the New Year before their daily morning program, and Ling''s howling.


    I realized that the reason Ling howled every morning was not a drug attack, but fear. The arsonist had set fire to the KTV with fireworks, and the sound of that explosion combined with the agony of the flames burning his body was deeply embedded in the depths of Ling''s mind as a source of fear.


    As the Chinese New Year is approaching, Chiu Chow Radio will broadcast a special video of fireworks at 7:28 a.m. When Ling saw the video, her fear was triggered, and she reproduced the tragic situation of the fire at that time, so she howled more than once.


    The images disappeared and his howling stopped. This behavior is constant, day in and day out, and it''s never faked.Ling is not a sane person, and that patient we''re communicating with, it''s not him.


    And when the fireworks burst behind him just now, he was not only indifferent, but also smiled at us. The patient with the black ointment between his eyes is clearly Shane in blackface.


    He removed the bandages from his body in the room and fled barefoot. Following the trail of bandages littering the floor, I chased him down the alley, gradually closing the distance between us. He couldn''t outrun me.


    Turning into an alley, he suddenly stopped, the entrance to the alley ahead was blocked by a stone wall, a dead end.


    He had his back to me, his bandages removed and clean, bald, barefoot, and wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.


    "You must be Shane." I shouted from the back.


    He turned and looked up, the dim streetlight illuminating his face, not seeing the full extent of it as it was previously obscured by bandages.


    Now the whole makeup is presented, with deep black ointment applied between the eyebrows and eyes, and then drawn down along the bridge of the nose, and, upon closer inspection, his face is painted with the very figure of an upside-down bat. I was amazed, no wonder I hadn''t noticed the tattoo on him before.


    "Huh." He crouched, his right hand slashing toward the bricks on the ground, shattering them, then picking two tapered stones out of them, clutching each in his hand as he walked toward me.


    I remembered that he had practiced martial arts, back out of the alley, and saw a drying rack in the open space, from which I drew a bamboo pole, clothes have fallen to the ground. The bamboo pole is three meters long, I hold in both hands, deep into the alley, to him pestle.


    The alleyway was narrow and the bamboo pole couldn''t stretch, so he dodged nimbly and took advantage of me hitting the wall to stick his body against the pole and quickly rolled towards me, close.


    I had to put down the bamboo pole and fight him, his hand holding the sharp stone was like a tiger''s palm, he struck at me in a series of quick blows, the stone smashed into the wall, rubbing out the fire, I dodged out of the way, I didn''t realize that he was curving his palm forward, and slammed his fists into my chest, I took many steps backward, gasping for air.


    Before I could slow down, he ran forward again, his hands going up and down, and the only thing I could do was to block it with my arms, but I was continually bruised by the sharp rocks, and trying to grab his arms, I was slightly distracted, and he stomped into my right knee.


    I lost my balance and fell forward, and as I saw his right hand building up momentum and swinging upward toward my head, I shielded my head with both hands, my right wrist was struck by a rock, and I tumbled backward.


    Nose bleeding, fortunately with the hand to protect, otherwise by the stone hit the face, the nose bone at least broken. I wanted to prop up the body, found that the right wrist can not force, accompanied by a sharp pain, a look, the whole wrist is hanging down, I guess the fracture, the skin is red, filled with bruises inside.


    He walked towards me, saliva dripping from his mouth, seemingly in a state of frenzy, with a blood-stained sharp stone in his hand, I was no match for him, and figured I would be crippled by him in one or two more rounds at the most.


    I was backing up on the ground, bracing myself with my left arm, and had just turned to run when he kicked me in the back and sent my whole body sprawling forward.


    "I''ll smash your head." He said from behind, his voice like that of a dying old man, "Don''t move, don''t move!"


    I felt a weight pressing down on my back, he was sitting on my waist and I was holding on for dear life with my left arm, the moment I lay down, there was no chance of survival.


    Dry! I felt a BBQ stick on the ground, turned to the right and stabbed him through his right arm, he didn''t pause at all, as if he was a painless body, instead he punched me so hard in the face with his fist that my nose bled and I was completely laid out.


    Sirens come from the entrance of the alley and hope flares in my heart as I hear footsteps running again and a woman''s voice, "Over there." Shane senses something is wrong, stands up, runs down the alley, and I yell, "Over here!"


    He threw away the stone in his hand, went to the stone wall at the back of the alley, jumped up, kicked and stomped on the left and right walls, and went over the fence in two tries.


    The cop walks into the alley, Fyren, his right shoulder bandaged and his hands wrapped, looks down at me lying on the ground in a blur and reaches out with his left hand to pull me to my feet, "Gently, my palms still hurt."


    In the ambulance, I learned that the two killers who had just been ambushed in the hotel had injected themselves with prepared snake venom on the way to the police station and had died by the time they reached the hospital.


    "AIDS patient, mute, no fingerprints." Fyren said, "Blank killer again."

 At his own wedding, the groom drugged and bewitched the two

    Ryan''s family lives in Pak Hoi Street, Yau Tsim Mong District. When I worked with him as a paparazzo in 12 years, I often ate sesame paste at Jia Jia Dessert near his house, and it was from that time that I developed the habit of loving sweetened water, which I seldom ate in the Mainland afterwards.


    Now returning to his old stomping grounds, he stops by and packs three orders of sesame seed paste and joins Fyren at Ryan''s house.


    He knocked on the door and waited half a minute for the door to open. He was sleepy-eyed, obviously just waking up, and told us to make ourselves comfortable, wiping his face with a handful of water from the sink. The room''s furnishings were the same as always, with clothes piled high on the couch, an entire wall plastered with celebrities and movie posters, and a large whiteboard hung on the other wall with scribbles and drawings on it. I moved the scattered items on the coffee table to put on the sesame paste, and a few Polaroids fell out of one of the open yellow envelopes.


    "How''d your face get hurt?" Ryan looks at me and pulls sesame paste out of his bag, lifts the lid of the box, and drinks it to himself.


    "Got my ass kicked in Tidewater two days ago." I said.


    "Coming to Hong Kong for Chinese New Year?" Today is the 28th day of the Lunar New Year 2015.


    "What''s this?" I picked up the Polaroid and the picture was of a severed end finger.


    "A case of organ mutilation." Ryan flicked the Polaroid open with his index finger; there were six of them: a severed tail finger, a severed tail toe, an ear, three teeth (two incisors, one canine), a small piece of scalp with hair, and two male nipples.


    "What the hell?" Fyren frowned.


    "Turned up in a trash can yesterday." Ryan said, "Took a case investigating an extramarital affair, was trying to get some physical evidence from the person''s trash, but ended up turning over a black bag with these things in it in a public trash can in the neighborhood where he was staying, and I suspected that these people were being abused, so I brought it back for investigation."


    "No police?" Fyren asked.


    "Planning to report today."


    "Where are these?" I look at the Polaroid.


    Ryan got up, opened a freezer in the refrigerator, took a black bag out of it, and placed it on the tabletop, propping it open to reveal a frosty layer of organs inside.


    "Anything yet?" Fyren leaned over to look at the organ.


    Ryan shook his head.


    "Check the composition of the residue in the broken nails of the hands and feet, there may be a breakthrough." Fyren suggested.


    "Want to check together?" Ryan asked.


    "We''ll come over and help you when we''re done with ourselves." Fyren said.


    "What happened to you guys?" Ryan noticed Fyren''s hands were bandaged.


    "A while ago in Chaozhou to investigate a snake venom case, the clues led to Hong Kong, this batch of snake venom is a large amount, the use is unknown, only know that the venom in Chaozhou to pick up, in Hong Kong at a certain pier delivery, we want to find this batch of snake venom, and then find out that the receiver." I said.


    "Snake venom liquid or snake venom pellets?" Ryan asked.


    "What''s the difference?"


    "Snake venom is a protein toxin that is perishable and can only be kept for a maximum of two weeks when properly refrigerated. In large quantities, it should be used for production, which requires the venom to be made into a dried product for preservation. The conversion process is complex and requires a whole set of highly sophisticated equipment, such as dryers, condensers and sterile sterilizers."


    "It''s venomous snake fluid." Fyren said, "We didn''t find such a device there at the snake farm in Chaozhou."


    "The snake venom that was shipped over is in dire need of preservation and transmutation, so the vicinity of the delivery location is most likely where the shipment of venom was stored." Ryan said, "I''ll try to find out if there are any such factories from the wharves first, but there are more than two hundred wharves in Hong Kong, big and small, so give me some time."


    Fyren and I spent New Year''s Eve 2015 in the car.


    Ryan spent two days to help us find the place where the snake venom was converted and preserved. It was a warehouse-cum-factory, built by the Tung Chung pier, and we were certain that this was where Shane and FuBian made the handover of the snake venom, as the warehouse was the asset of batarian YasinChen.


    Coinciding with New Year''s Eve, the warehouse staff went home on vacation, leaving a security guard in the front door of the duty room. This warehouse around the airtight, two steel gate back door by the internal anti-lock, forcibly pry open, it will be the warehouse space to amplify the sound, go in only through the front door a way.


    Acting in the twilight, we were going to light smoke outside the window of the duty room to lure the guards out. First, we collected the papers and bundled them into cylinders, while Fyren took a bottle of vodka from somewhere to use as fuel for the fire. Fyren took out a bottle of vodka from somewhere and used it as fuel for the fire. After that, he stayed in the car and waited for the streets to thin out after midnight. Looking across the river at the bright lights and the yachts celebrating Chinese New Year, we were so sad that we took out two paper cups, poured some vodka into them, and clinked them with our sandwiches to celebrate the New Year.


    Around ten o''clock, there are yachts in the fireworks, the sound loud and clear, I stared at the ashes fell into the sea, not long, Fyren pushed me, signaling to look at the warehouse, because the window of the duty room can not see the sea, the security guards out of the door, around the sea, staring at the fireworks. Without delay, we rushed out of the car, near the front of the warehouse to put on a coat and hat, into the hidden doorway.


    Inside the darkness, vaguely visible in front of the two rows of tall shelves, we walked along the shelves deeper, saw a room separated by glass, put the flashlight against the glass to shine inward, there are some instruments inside, the door is affixed with a traditional Chinese "research and development room" sign. The door was locked, and Fyren used a tool to open it.


    As Ryan said, the machines were snake venom conversion equipment, and we were inspecting them when we suddenly heard a rustling sound in the room, and as we approached the source of the sound, we realized that it was mice in cages, individually compartmentalized, lab rats.


    There was a cold storage room in one corner of the room, with a padlock on the handle, and the door was thick and iced over around the edges, so that pulling it open would make a jerky noise; Fyren unlocked the door and looked into the crack of the storage room, waiting for the light of fireworks to come on from outside, and he then pulled the door open, the rattle thus fading into the sound of the fireworks bursting.


    Cold air bubbles up as we enter the cooler, the thermometer by the door reads zero degrees and I zipper my jacket to the top.


    Fyren turns on the light, and in front of him are rows of wooden shelves, between which are distributed conical glass bottles sealed with cork, surrounded by a ring of tin foil and labeled with the name of the snake''s venom, the date of harvesting and preparation of the poison, the weight, and the batch number. The bottles contained small yellow pellets.


    Outside, the shelves are stocked with cosmetics, some of which are snake venom masks.Fyren thinks it''s just a front, and with this array of labs and the use of mice, it doesn''t look like cosmetics are being developed.


    There was a door to the southwest, a conference room, and we entered, the fifty square meter space occupied by a long wooden table, in the center of which a projector was fixed, and a filing cabinet against the inside corner.


    We searched through the documents in the cabinet and found that the main use of snake venom was indeed to make face masks, and that some of the venom was used in research on anti-cancer and blood pressure-lowering drugs.


    Fyren closed the iron shutters in the room, and then turned on the projector, intending to find the video content, I did not expect this projection, and then found the problem: the left edge of the window hit the filing cabinets, although only a slight extension of a centimeter, but the height difference caused pixel distortion, with such a video meeting, not to mention obsessive-compulsive people, who watched it can not stand.


    The projector is stationary, as is the viewport projected on the wall screen, and that means the cabinet has been moved recently.


    We moved the cabinet out of the way, and there really was a two-foot long and wide combination safe embedded in the wall. What we were looking for was, not surprisingly, inside.


    The code was a nine-panel grid, which Fyren illuminated with a fluorescent light, revealing dense fingerprint prints on the five numeric keys, 2, 3, 4, 6, and 8.


    Although I get the code numbers, I don''t really know the length of the code, "What''s the point?" I wondered.


    "The password should be six digits, 242638," Fyren said without thinking.


    "What?" I was surprised.


    Fyren took out his cell phone and opened the Nine Grid Input Method, "Convert these six numbers into pinyin keys, it''s ''bat'', B(2) I(4) A(2) N(6) F(3) U(8)."


    "You''re thinking too fast for that." I was secretly impressed.


    "Do you remember that warehouse in Guangzhou? There''s the same combination lock there, and I lifted the fingerprints last time as well, and it was the same five numbers, and it took me some time to realize that they had to be converted from pinyin." Fyren pressed the combination with his hand, and with a click, the safe''s lock cylinder popped open.


    Connecting the dots that this was a viper stronghold, I thought of the Kill Bill 2 ruse of hiding vipers in the money box and, fearing foul play, warned Fyren to be careful as he swallowed hard and pulled the cabinet door gently open, and I shone a flashlight inside to find that the cabinet held only two red books.


    Taking it out, the red satin cover has the word "Invitation" written on it, I was puzzled to turn it over and saw that it was written in Chinese calligraphy: Sent to Mr. Donovan, please attend the wedding ceremony of Mr. FuBian and Ms. Ying on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year of 2015, Monday, February 23rd of the Gregorian Calendar.


    Seating: Ritz Room, The Peninsula Hong Kong, 1st Floor.


    Time: 6 p.m.


    When I opened another book, the information was the same except that the invitee was "Fyren".


    Fuck! Fucked.


    "Ying is the daughter of the chairman of Thousand Morning Realty," Ryan told us, "and the sister of Yasin Chen and Nathan Chen."


    As the financial mastermind behind FuBian, once YasinChen died, the funds were cut off, and we assumed that the Bat Cult would be in an unsustainable situation. We didn''t realize that FuBian''s ultimate goal is to get rid of the two heirs and marry the only daughter of the chairman of "Thousand Morning Real Estate".


    "What''s with this groom?" I pinged Ryan, who didn''t realize we were checking out FuBian.


    "I''ve heard that I''m friends with YasinChen who studied abroad together, a native of Guangzhou, and highly regarded by ChairmanChen."


    "Both sons are gone, which means he''s ChairmanChen''s handpicked son-in-law?" I asked.


    "Right." Ryan said, "I''ve heard people say it''s an entry into the family, and later, when ChairmanChen retires, he''ll probably take over the Thousand Morning Group. You guys are still investigating YasinChen''s case?"


    "I''ve seen the Chen family in the news again recently, and I was curious to learn more." Fyren turns to ask, "By the way, any progress on that organ mutilation case of yours?"


    Ryan called the police, who then cordoned off the Discovery City neighborhood where the organ was found, investigated the people who entered and exited the gate that day, and went door-to-door, but found no suspicious candidates, not even a single person with a missing tail finger.


    Discovery City is a high-class residential area with tightly guarded gates, and only experienced doggy detectives like Ryan can blend in. He turned over the organ around 8:00 a.m. on February 15, and the community will clean the trash cans once each at 10:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m. in the morning and evening, which means the perpetrator threw out the garbage in the area between 10:00 p.m. on the 14th and 8:00 a.m. on the 15th, a time when there were fewer people and it was easy for outsiders to draw attention to the crime.


    If the person didn''t live here, there was no reason at all to risk getting caught just to sneak into the neighborhood and throw away stolen goods.Ryan therefore guessed that the murderer, or someone who knew the murderer, could have been a service worker in the neighborhood. Assuming it was an outsider, there must have been a purpose for the risk of dumping it here that had to be done.


    The test results of the organs came out afterwards, confirming that the fingers, toes, ears, scalp and two nipples, each belonged to six people, and together with the three teeth that could not be detected, there were as few as six or as many as nine victims in this case. But the weird thing is that there have been no murder cases in Hong Kong recently, and the police department has not received any report related to them.


    "These victims are either still in captivity or are living in silence after the fact." Ryan speculated.


    "Still imprisoned is less likely, and inexplicable disappearances are always reported by family members." Fyren pondered, "This case is said to be abusive, but it doesn''t feel right, what kind of murderer abuses and only cuts one part of the victim''s body? And did you guys notice that the organs that were cut, were non-fatal, not only were they not fatal, but it could even be argued that the missing parts of a person''s body wouldn''t cause much of a problem in his life. So I''m inclined to think that this is a series of intimidation cases."


    "Gangster behavior?" I give examples.


    Fyren nodded, "Don''t rule it out."


    "Still checking then?" I asked.


    "But it could also be a case of injury or abuse, in which case the victim''s life would be in danger, and it would be best to find one of the victims and ask questions before making a judgment." Fyren asked Ryan, "Do these organs have any identifying features?"


    "I extracted the residue from the broken nails, nothing broke through in the toes, but I found some tiny metal wires inside the tail finger, composed of zinc, iron, and copper alloys," Ryan pulled out a plastic Ziploc bag and handed it to Fyren, "Do you think this victim could have been an electrician or something? "


    With a magnifying glass to enlarge the wire, found that all are spiral shape, "electricians operate at high temperatures, will burn the metal, but these wires still retain the luster, it should be a machine cut, what machine can cut such a fine spiral filament, in my experience, only the key machine can be polished out, and the key is usually made of zinc, iron, copper alloy. " Fyren analysis.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    "Looking for stores with key cutting machines?" Ryan said, "Look outward, centered on Discovery City."


    "Such a store is unimpressive and there are too many of them to find with our manpower." Fyren asks, "Is there a faster way?"


    "A missing person notice?" I suddenly thought of a method that I often used when I was a paparazzo before, "Publish a missing person notice in the major newspapers in Hong Kong, say that we are looking for a relative, bring along the information about the five gold store and the key machine, and then say the number of honorariums, the lack of a tailfinger is an obvious feature, as long as we come in contact with the owner of such a store, we are sure to have an impression."


    "Well, then the two paths go together, first we release a search notice in the media channels. We''ll visit the five gold stores on the ground." Fyren commanded.


    Myself, Fyren, Ryan and two assistants, searched the Five Gold Shop for two days with no luck. That''s when the search came back with feedback that someone had seen the manager of the five gold store who was missing his tail finger.


    The address of the store is on Chun Yuen Street in Wan Chai, which is 12 kilometers away from Discovery City, no wonder we didn''t find it.


    At eleven a.m., Fyren, Ryan and I arrived at the hardware store, a store, but really just a glass case in front of the door, a key cutting machine on the counter, I took a key to the owner, who rose from his chair, short, gray at the temples, with three deep raised eyebrows, his face glistening with grease, and a foul odor gushing out of his mouth when he spoke, in his early to mid fifties.


    He took the key with his left hand and held it up in front of his eyes for a moment, after which he used his right hand to break the shaft of the machine, and we noticed that his right hand was missing its tail finger and was wrapped in gauze. I took a business card from the business card box on the counter and learned that his name was Jie.


    There is another door in the store, covered, and no light is turned on in the door, Fyren enters the store pretending to look at the shelves, and while the owner of the store is concentrating on punching the key, he pushes the door open and glances in, suddenly bowing and apologizing inside, "Sorry, wrong door." The door is then pushed shut from the inside. The shopkeeper turned around, "What are you doing?" Fyren quickly explains, "I thought there were parts inside, sorry."


    "Inside is the room, and that man is my wife." The shopkeeper looked at us suspiciously and handed me the typed key.


    Ryan placed a five hundred dollar Hong Kong dollar bill on the countertop and moved to the store owner, "Boss, I need to ask you something."


    Jie body back, "What the hell are you guys doing?"


    Ryan pulled another newspaper from his coat pocket that was folded into pieces and held it up for Jie to see, "The police recently reported a case where some body parts were rummaged through a trash can in a neighborhood, and one of the tail fingers we verified was yours, and would like to find out more about it from you, please cooperate."


    "Are you guys cops?" Jie''s face panicked.


    "We''re detectives, assisting the police on an errand." Ryan guided, "It''s okay, we''ll keep the witness safe."


    "Get out!" Jie hesitates, "Or I''ll call the police."


    "You report it," said Fyren; "the police have been working on this case lately; let them ask you."


    Hearing the commotion outside, the door to the room inside the store opened and out came a haggard looking woman, hunchbacked, as if seriously ill, "Jie, what happened?"


    "None of your business, get in there!" Jie turned his head and yelled as the door closed again and he looked frustrated, "The end finger was accidentally cut when I was operating the machine, I''m really not sure why it ended up in the trash."


    "What kind of machine cut it?" Ryan asked.


    "That''s," Jie pointed to the key cutting machine, "that''s it."


    I was just about to retort when I heard Fyren beat me to it, "Thanks for your cooperation."


    Ryan took away the five hundred Hong Kong dollars on the table, exchanged it for a twenty Hong Kong dollar bill, and followed us out.


    I hadn''t gone more than a few steps when a teenager in a school uniform brushed up against us and walked right into the door of the room in the hardware store, and I heard the voice, "How''s everyone today, Mom?" He didn''t say hello to Jie.


    "Tossing and turning and no progress at all." Ryan complained on the way.


    "There is progress." Fyren said, "First of all, he was indeed one of the victims, and secondly, he was acting panicked and telling flawed lies, possibly because he was afraid or was siding with the killer."


    "Or maybe he has problems of his own and is afraid of being implicated himself if the case is exposed." I seconded.


    "So what should we do next?" Ryan asked.


    "You keep on him," Fyren said, "and we''ll go ahead and run an urgent errand tomorrow."


    "What is it?"


    "Meeting up with an old classmate." Fyren said, "We''ll be at your place at two o''clock the day after tomorrow."


    Tomorrow is the fifth day of the Chinese New Year, FuBian''s wedding day.


    The Peninsula Hong Kong, situated on the edge of Victoria Harbour, has hosted countless celebrities and dignitaries since it opened in 1928. When Hong Kong fell in World War II, the then Governor signed the surrender document in this hotel and was imprisoned here. The hotel has become one of the icons of Hong Kong because of its rich history, and it was naturally the venue of choice for the wedding of the daughter of the Chien Chen Group.


    Chen''s two sons suffered accidental deaths, which had caused the Thousand Morning Group to suffer a shadow, and now this wedding is held, from the preliminary momentum and rehearsals, there is the implication of a happy ending.


    We ordered two suits for the occasion, and Fyren put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses with video function, and walked along the road with a new look, noticing that the girls looked at us differently. Fyren thinks I''m overthinking this wedding of the century, which FuBian has been planning for a long time, and won''t choose this time to do something to us.


    "Besides, I''ve already set up a meeting with Ryan, and he''ll call the police in case something does happen to us." Fyren held up his glasses, "This is the first time we''ve met with FuBian, so we''re both here."


    The hotel lobby was gilded and the entire floor was covered in flowers of every color, and after passing through the security gate, we were seated at a table.


    There were a lot of dignitaries at the banquet table, and it was a grand start. If you didn''t know what FuBian had done, you would think that the groom standing on the stage wearing a black velvet suit, black bow tie, and white flower on his chest was a young talent, and you would be sure that the Chisen Group would climb up the ladder in the future if he took over the reins of the company.


    I think he and Ying are a match made in heaven. Ying is tall and pretty, and she holds FuBian''s hand, and I see unadulterated love in those admiring eyes.


    At first I always wondered what kind of charisma FuBian had to recruit the henchmen who worked for him, to convince the guests, seated at the banquet table, many dignitaries with grand openings, to put money into his cult business, and now to trick a girl''s heart.


    Seeing that smiling, humble FuBian on the stage, I suddenly solved the mystery: some people are born with a magnetic field that compels people. And such people usually don''t go on the right path.


    After the whole wedding process was completed, and all the toasts had been made, FuBian naturally clinked glasses with us and said "thank you for your hospitality". Towards the end of the ceremony, FuBian came on the stage again and took the host''s microphone, and expressed his honor of welcoming the bride and his gratitude to the guests in Cantonese, and then he suddenly looked in our direction. I had a bad feeling.


    True to form, I heard, "Next I''d like to invite two more of my old classmates up to the stage, this is the first time we''ve met since I went to study in the U.S. Donovan, Fyren, come up here, I''d like to introduce you to everyone."


    The guests looked towards us and Fyren looked down and cursed in the shape of his mouth, smiled and stood up as we walked onto the stage.


    "Old classmates, hugs!" FuBian said in Mandarin as he opened his arms to us. I was hesitating when Fyren hugged him and I did as I was told.


    Being watched was a terrible feeling, and brought back the feelings I once had when I read a review at the school flag-raising stand, head down, feeling my ears burning and my palms sweating.


    "What are you guys up to now, after all these years?" FuBian goes on the offensive.


    Fyren took the microphone handed by the host, "You, a listed group president, asking this question isn''t making fun of us, what do we do, isn''t it all just a mix of food in your eyes."


    "You say that," FuBian laughed, turning towards his guests, "Back then, at school, the two of them were idols I idolized, very smart. Seriously, the reason I invited you on stage is to ask you both on the spot if you''re willing to do me the honor of coming to my side to help me out. As long as you say yes, you can take any position in any department of the company. Although we haven''t seen each other for so many years, I still know your every move. You guys have the ability to be talented elsewhere."


    "Thanks for the invitation," Fyren said, "but we''re used to being free and can''t stand the system of a big company."


    "Donovan, take a stand too!" FuBian looked to me.


    "Incompetent." Four short words, and I could still hear the tremor in my voice, wanting nothing more than to rush back to the stage.


    "While we''re on the subject of work, I''d be interested in one of your departments." Fyren went from defense to offense.


    "Yeah?" FuBian was still smiling, "Which department?"


    "It''s that department that researches snake venom." Fyren said, "I''ve heard from inside sources that these snake venoms aren''t just used for mask production, huh? Isn''t that true."


    "Where did you hear this news from, you''re quite well-informed," FuBian looked towards the stage and said smoothly, "Cosmetics are only a part of the snake venom business, the lab has been utilizing the snake venom to develop medicines, in fact, dad has high blood pressure, I was informed that the peptides in the spearhead pit viper toxin have the effect of lowering blood pressure, therefore By the way, we have formed a drug research and development room, and we have already made some progress, but it''s just still in the testing stage, so we haven''t disclosed it to the public. At the same time we are also researching the analgesic and anti-cancer effects in snake venom, and I believe that in the near future this business will bring us unexpected results."


    "Dad" is the chairman of the thousand morning group Chen, he sat on the main seat, obviously drank a lot of wine, face red, two thick eyebrows together, not angry from the authority, when he was young must also be a tough role. The murder of his two sons, so he was deeply hit, a devastating blow, but the business world competition bloody rain, a second pause can not be, it is said that FuBian gave him a whole psychological team, after the dredging counseling, recently there are signs of improvement. He led a round of applause, followed by loud applause.


    I was frustrated that a difficult problem was just invisibly dissolved by FuBian.


    "I see, then good luck to the "Thousand Morning Group" in the future." Fyren prepared to step down.


    "Wait." FuBian called out to us, taking the champagne handed to him by the waiter and shaking the bottle, "Boom," the cork popped and bubbles gushed from the top. He poured it into a highball glass, handed it to Fyren and I, and turned toward the stage again, "Let''s all celebrate at the end, cheers!"


    Shortly after returning to our seats, a waiter came to us and leaned over, "Gentlemen, FuBian has invited you to room 1904 in an hour and would like to talk to you about snake venom."


    Sure enough there is a second half where Fyren wipes a dinner knife clean with a towel and hides it in his sleeve when no one is looking. The wedding is over and the bride and groom go to the door to thank the guests. Waiting an hour, we get into the elevator and go to room 1904 and knock on the door.


    FuBian opens the door, looks at us hesitantly, and says, "Don''t worry, I''m the only one in the room." Stepping into the foyer, there was a semi-open kitchen on the left, and the living room had a large floor-to-ceiling window with a sparkling night view of Victoria Harbor. On the round table in the northwest corner of the living room, there was an hourglass with yellow gravel falling in thin lines.


    "What are you drinking?" FuBian pulled out cups in the cabinet.


    "Thanks, no." Fyren said as she sat down on the couch by the window.


    FuBian unscrewed the faucet, filled a glass of water, took a sip, and walked over to the couch across from us and sat down.


    "Last year, you guys spoiled my plans so that I had to change them." FuBian laughed, "Honestly, I have you guys to thank for getting me this far."


    "You did take care not to show your hand, but since we were able to follow you here, that means you don''t have much of a deadline." Fyren said, "We have plenty of time to play with you."


    "Dao is one foot tall, the devil is one foot tall, you guys are fulfilling me," FuBian''s torso was straight and his hands were placed on his knees, "You guys are qualified opponents, I like you guys, and in order for us to have a fair fight afterward, tonight I want to talk to you guys about my criminal plan behind me. As you guys are well aware, using snake venom to make cosmetics and medicines is all a front, in fact, I''m using snake venom to develop a new type of poison."


    The toxin components in all types of snake venom in the world are neurotoxicity, cardiotoxicity, cytotoxicity, hemorrhagic toxicity, hemolytic toxicity and muscle necrosis toxicity, the toxin spreads all over the body through the blood circulation, causing a series of symptoms of intoxication, coming rapidly, the ingredients are complex, there is not yet a universal antivenom, which means that the doctor wants to save the patient from being bitten by the venomous snakes, he has to know the source of the snake venom first, and if he or she is bitten by a few niche snakes, it so happens that hospitals does not store this type of antivenom, then the patient will have to wait for death.


    Nearly 100,000 people die every year from poisonous snakes around the world, some of them because they miss the moment of rescue.


    "Most of those who die of envenomation are still difficult to identify the toxin components by their internal reactions at the current scientific level, and the determination is mainly based on body surface symptoms and clinical experience. Snake venom is a protein toxin, consisting of nothing more than the elements C, H, O, and N. It is easy to develop synthetically and also reacts more tamely than inorganic toxins, and it is very difficult to be detected if an unknown protein can be generated."


    FuBian took a sip of water and continued, "So I had an idea to create a new type of poison using snake venom and other protein toxins. This poison has to fulfill two conditions, one is that it is difficult to detect, and the other is that the timing of the attack can be controlled. And since I know the synthesis principle of this poison, I can develop the corresponding antibody, the antidote, in passing."


    I tensed my body and prepared my defense.


    "Yes, I have developed such a poison, and now I will show you." FuBian stood up and turned to walk into the room, Fyren lowered his legs and gave me a look that said "see what happens". A moment later, FuBian walks up with a rat cage and pillbox, the white rats in the cage squeaking from the bumps.


    "This delayed death method requires precise control of the amount of medicine, as well as finding the right location for the injection." He placed the rat cage and medicine box on the coffee table, put on gloves, inserted a thin syringe into the medicine bottle and extracted 0.2 milliliters of yellow liquid, then opened the cage, grabbed the white rat with his left hand, took it out, and inserted the syringe under the rat''s head. Fyren stopped him, but he did not move. The injection was completed and the rat was placed back in the cage.


    "This rat will die in two days. Death is caused by asphyxia due to paralyzed respiratory muscles, and it looks like a natural death. Even better, the toxin will slowly degrade on its own in the body to the point where it''s nowhere to be found. And it shows all the signs of business as usual before it dies." FuBian said, "You can take it back for observation."


    "What is the purpose?" Fyren asked on his words.


    "With such a poison, the crime would be much less risky. Firstly there is no need to go to the trouble of creating an alibi, just inject a dosage of venom, dump it and walk away, waiting for the other person to die. Secondly because you can control the time of death, it creates a sense of play. It is the playfulness of the thing that gives it its raison d''etre. The third is that the cost of this crime is low, difficult to trace, and highly maneuverable. Imagine what kind of panic would be caused by people dying one after another in an area with normal body surfaces over a specific period of time, when the source of the poison is unknown. There are many cases of this in history."


    "Why?"


    "The course of history is a process of trial and error; civilization has developed to the point where it is already dead, and to go on is only to hasten the arrival of the end. The current direction is wrong, and so is the order. The fastest way to reverse the direction is for humanity to experience a new round of chaos, to cleanse itself in the chaos before it has a chance to develop a new order and unfold a new world."


    FuBian looked serene, "The way I''m going to break this order today is by investing panic within the group - which requires a lot of money and means. When science can''t explain death and disaster, when science can''t save people, a fragile species like man will look to God as a parasite, and when God comes, the devil is born."


    "Gods and demons are illusory, they cannot stand the test and will always fail." Fyren looks at FuBian.


    "So it would have to be an agent, whether it''s an agent of God or the Devil, who is 100 percent real." FuBian claps his hands and chimes in to express the Body of Truth.


    "That''s just wishful thinking on your part." Fyren said.


    "It was revealed to me from above," FuBian said, "and I hold it as truth."


    "You think this plan of yours is going to work?" Fyren asked rhetorically.


    "It''s going to be harder to implement with you guys around."


    "That means you want to finish us off first?"


    "You guys have been chasing me all along, it''s a cat and mouse game. Since we''re all face to face now, it means there''s no point in using conventional methods to solve you guys." FuBian turned his head to look at the hourglass on the round table, "I have to have someone to chase to get to my destination faster, but before a new game of cat and mouse unfolds, I''d like to change the game."


    My heart was beating a little faster, and Fyren beside me was panting a little.


    "The champagne you were just given to drink on the wedding stage was laced with a paralyzing toxin that will make your body disobedient but your senses normal." I heard FuBian say.


    Fyren pulls his dinner knife from his sleeve and it falls to the ground.


    "There''s no need to struggle, the hourglass has run out, and the toxin will take exactly three hours to take effect."


    "You drink too." I felt my tongue swell and block my windpipe, making an unusually raspy sound.


    "I have the antidote." FuBian pulled out two new syringes from the medicine cabinet, "Paralyzing your bodies and making you conscious is not meant to be abusive, it''s just that I want you to hear the rules of the game that I''m about to communicate to you, it''s very important, it''s a matter of life and death for you in five days."


    My body sinks into the couch, twice in my life I''ve fallen into a quagmire, both non-reality, once in a nightmare, the other in a five-star hotel room, and both times it''s left me in a cold sweat.Fyren hisses from his mouth as he barely gets to his feet, and falls back into the couch, his face flushed red.


    "Here are the rules of the game, please make sure you remember them." FuBian stood up, two thin syringes filled with liquid in the fingers of his right hand, and walked towards us, "I will first inject venom into your bodies, and the poison will kick in about five days from now, today is February 23rd, and that means that you will die in some sort of normal accident on the evening of February 28th."


    My body was completely immobilized and intense emotions surged, causing hot tears to roll from my eyes.


    "But I will leave you with an antidote. If you find it within these five days, you will be saved." FuBian pushed Fyren''s head down onto the arm of the couch, patted his neck, and injected the syringe in.


    "To find the location of the antidote, you must follow my clues, the clues are simple, please listen." FuBian said, "Return along one line, it takes three subway rides, Mongkok is out of princes, Six Eared Kiwis fishing for the moon, Salvationlieswithin."


    My neck tingled and I felt the cold liquid mix into my veins.


    "I''ll take the garbage with me by the way, by the way, don''t spend time looking for me in the next few days, tomorrow I''ll leave Hong Kong and go to Southeast Asia for my honeymoon with my bride." FuBian took off Fyren''s video glasses and threw them into the trash along with the syringe and medicine bottle.


    "I wish you all good dreams tonight."

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    "Donovan, wake up."


    Hearing voices in a haze, opening my eyes to see two Fyren, closing them again, shaking my head as Fyren pulls me up from the floor. It''s a foggy morning outside the window, look at the clock, it''s not past six. I walk towards the toilet, "Hold your pee." Suddenly I hear Fyren behind me, "Get a physical."


    I found a hospital near me, and the result was that my blood, heart, lungs, liver and kidneys were all normal. I slumped in my chair in a daze and asked Fyren if she was also suffering from chest tightness, shortness of breath and dizziness.Fyren stood up, "I haven''t eaten breakfast yet."


    Back at the hotel restaurant, I was as hungry as I''ve ever been, and after two scrambled eggs, two sausages, two egg tarts, four barbecued pork buns, and a cup of coffee, I was a whole lot better.


    "What to do?" I asked.


    "What else can I do, play with him." Fyren said.


    "Shit!" I said, "You remember that tip he gave last night, right?"


    "Uh-huh." Fyren waved and begged the waitress for a pen and a page of notepaper.


    "Returning along one line, it takes three subway rides, Mongkok has run out of princes, and the six-eared macaque is fishing for the moon," I thought back, "How do you pronounce that last sentence in English?"


    "Salvationlieswithin," Fyren jotted down on the paper in full, "are lines from the movie Shawshank Redemption, the way to salvation, is in it."


    "Near the hotel is Tsim Sha Tsui Station, three stops north on the train is Mong Kok Station, and one stop up is Prince Edward Station." I was puzzled, "The antidote is placed between these two stations?"


    "Go check it out." Fyren pressed the elevator for the nineteenth floor, "Take that mice with you before you go."


    It was the morning rush hour, the subway crowded, against the flow of people looking for clueless clues, will only add to the anxiety, coupled with the body was injected with a timed poison, so that I was panicked about the passage of time, sweating, disorganized, in the Prince station of the garbage cans in the breakfast all vomited out. Inside the burning of anonymous fire, just want to pull out FuBian hard to beat up.


    "Take it easy." Fyren soothed from the sidelines, "Five days is more than enough time to find out the antidote."


    Only an adventurer can be calm in such a situation, and Fyren is such a man, as I later found out, it is not his profession that puts him in harm''s way, but the danger that draws him in and makes him a nightwalker. He may not be sure of the answers, but he is steady in his mind and often turns the danger around.


    Seeing his relaxed face, he didn''t look like someone who was about to die, and as a companion, I was invariably infected, taking deep breaths and pulling myself together.


    "It''s a riddle with a location." We turned to Ryan''s house, and in the car, I worked it out on paper with a pen, "Step by step, first find the key in the fancy riddle, and deduce FuBian''s intention of setting up the riddle."


    "Return along a line." I circled the word "return," made an arrow to the right, and noted, "The order should be taken into account."


    In the second sentence, circle "three trips" and "note the number."


    "Mongkok no longer has a Prince." Circle "Prince". "Places and people. The Prince station seems to commemorate the visit of some British prince to Hong Kong, ask Ryan about that."


    "No longer." Fyren reminded, "Already gone, in the past tense, suggesting that there was a time."


    "Hmm." I make a mental note, "Six-eared macaque fishing for the moon, two interpretations, monkey fishing for the moon, doing useless work, six-eared macaque, a fake monkey king."


    "The moon could be related to the time of year, like mid-autumn." Fyren adds.


    "Three trips backward to the land, the prince of Mongkok is gone, there''s a false king doing nothing." Paraphrasing out the first layer, still confused.


    "Did you guys read the paper?" Ryan asked just as he opened the door.


    "Any news on the organ case?" Fyren guessed.


    Ryan hands over the newspaper, the headline with a large headshot of YasinChen, and in the lower right corner, a photo of the prisoner with his face mosaiced as he is escorted to the police car, with the headline titled, "Suspect of YasinChen''s Murder Has Recently Been Caught". The report retraced the events of the case: the murderer set up a torture chamber in an abandoned house, buckled a wet belt around the victim''s neck, and then roasted it with a heater to make the belt shrink and strangle the victim. The case was exposed when the suspect inadvertently blurted out the story afterward.


    "Do you recognize this Da?" Fyren pointed to the reporter''s byline on this story.


    Ryan looked away and shook his head.


    "Can you help find him?" Fyren asked.


    "I''ll ask." Ryan called and asked a peer and quickly got his home address.


    Fyren takes the paper downstairs, "Donovan, go."


    Ryan looked at me confused and I shrugged my shoulders, "You go about your business and I''ll tell you more about it afterward."


    "By the way, one more favor," I wrote the riddle in the space for February 24th on the wall calendar in the living room on my way out, "find out for me what the allusion is to Mongkok Station and Prince''s Station. It''s urgent, the sooner the better."


    "It''s an exclusive story that suggests the police aren''t publicizing the case and that someone has leaked it." Going downstairs, I caught up with Fyren and heard him say, "It really doesn''t seem like a coincidence that this kind of message appeared at this juncture; it''s more like FuBian''s intentional guidance. It''s imperative that we find the reporter and ask him about his source."


    Looking at the avatar of "Yasin Chen" in the report, I remembered that the "Crown Prince" in the riddle, who was the successor of the Chisen Group, is now dead. Is the sudden appearance of this suspect also related to the riddle?


    We drove to the 13th floor of Block 1 of Silver Jubilee Garden in Sha Tin District, rang the doorbell, and a moment later a female voice behind the door asked in Cantonese, "Who is it?"


    "Hello, is this Da house?" Fyren asked.


    "He moved out." The female voice behind the door said, "We''re divorced."


    "Please tell me his current address." Fyren said, "I have important business for him."


    "I''m not sure, we didn''t see each other after the divorce. I don''t have his contact information either."


    "Where does he work?"


    "He hasn''t worked for a long time," said the female voice, "He spent time at the Gazette five years ago."


    "Do you have contact information for his coworkers?"


    "No."


    "Is it convenient to let me in?" Fyren asked.


    After waiting for a while, I heard the answer inside, "Sorry, no strangers."


    "Can I see what Da left in the room?" Fyren requests, "Just anything, just hand it out."


    "We''re divorced," the female voice began to show impatience, "and there''s not a bit of him here."


    Retreating in disgust, at the bottom of the building Fyren used a tool to open Da''s mailbox and found several letters from law firms advertising post-divorce property division counseling services.


    There is also a letter back from the Hong Kong Women''s Service Society to Ms. Jane, which gives some advice on rebuilding one''s life after a divorce.Jane is Da wife and the woman upstairs who spoke to Fyren, so it seems that what she said is true.


    We had to ask Ryan to help us out again. Ryan knew a lot of people in the field, and when he approached the editor of the newspaper in charge of Da and asked him about Da''s news sources, the other party shook his head, "He knows a lot of people and has all kinds of credentials, so he can always get a first-hand insider''s view. I only look at the evidence and conclusions of the articles to see if they are detailed and reliable, and do not ask about other things."


    Trying to get the other side to ask Da out, the editor said, "We usually communicate on the net, he rarely shows up, and now the police are trying to investigate him, so he shouldn''t be coming out in the near future."


    "Do you have his contact information?" Fyren asked.


    "That''s not easy to say." The editor replied.


    Finally, for the sake of Ryan''s exchange of an insider and five thousand Hong Kong dollars, he reluctantly gave us Da''s phone number and e-mail address. "I''ve tried the phone, it''s been turned off. With any luck, you can reach him on the mailbox."


    Contacting via email doesn''t always trick him out in the first place, and secondly he doesn''t always see it in time. One can only look for a faster method.


    From the limited information available, we found that his e-mail prefix is SonicYouthfans, which shows that he is a fan of the rock band "Sonic Youth". Internet users have a habit of registering a username on multiple sites if they are comfortable with it. Fyren tried searching for "@SonicYouthfans" on a few popular social networking sites, and found a user''s dynamics that didn''t match Da''s, but a breakthrough on the Weibo personalized domain name (https://weibo.com/</a>). But there was a breakthrough on the personalized Weibo domain name () of sonicyouthfans, a user based in Hong Kong with few followers and a private number, judging from the content posted, which is mostly about Hong Kong''s political figures.


    On February 24th, he posted two messages, one with a newspaper headline photo of Yasin Chen''s suspected killer with a smiley face, and the other with a screenshot of his ticket purchase for "The Thurston Moore Band Live" - Thurston Moore is the former lead singer of Sonic Youth and will be performing at The VineCentre in Wan Chai, Hong Kong tonight at 8pm. -Thurston Moore is the former lead singer of Sonic Youth and will be performing at The VineCentre in Wanchai, Hong Kong tonight, February 24, 2015 at 8:30pm.


    We knew what Da looked like and all we had to do was go to the venue and wait for the show, but the concert tickets were long sold out and we arrived at TheVineCentre close to the start of the show, paying ten times the price at the door to get two tickets from a scalper.


    The venue was small, with an estimated crowd of over two hundred, and the psychedelic lighting, noisy electric guitars, and crowd shaking to the music all made it more difficult for us to find anyone. Fyren and I squeezed into the crowd on the left and right, glancing at the faces of each person until we met in the middle of the venue, but we couldn''t find our target, so we retreated to the back bar and each ordered a bottle of Carlsberg, and before we had a couple of sips, I saw a familiar face next to me.


    I nudged Fyren and whispered in his ear, "That dude in the airplane jacket back there should be him."


    Fyren shakes his head and takes aim, nodding to me, "You scurry behind him, put a taser-mounted gun in the back against him, and get him outside for a chat. I''ll intercept at the exit in case he escapes."


    When Fyren was out the door, I circled around and came up behind the guy and put a taser against his backside, he jerked and straightened up, I then said, "Da bar, is it convenient to go outside and talk?"


    The man didn''t turn around and said loudly in Cantonese, "Bro, you''ve got the wrong guy."


    "If you don''t want something to happen, get out and talk." I nudged him with my taser.


    "Just get out, there''s no need for that." The man headed for the exit.


    Within a few steps, he suddenly pulled the girl next to him and threw her behind him, and by this rush, I fell sideways and watched him peel off the crowd and run towards the door, it was up to Fyren next, I picked up the girl, apologized to the person, and ran out the door after him.


    One of the trash cans at the exit was tipped over and had a large dent in the metal body, so it looks like Fyren didn''t subdue him. Then I ran outside and saw three people in the distance, one of them a security guard, asking what was going on, Da was making a lot of noise, saying he didn''t recognize us. The security guard picked up his cell phone and made a gesture to call the police, I approached and intimidated, "We are all coworkers, having a little fun, no need to call the police." Da thought for a second and stopped the security guard with a playful smile on his face, "Sorry, we''ve been drinking and we''re playing dare." The security guard looked at us, hung up the phone resentfully and walked away.


    "Bring me my ear!" Earlier in the chase and fight, Fyren had yanked Da''s right ear and actually ripped it off.


    "What happened to your ear?" I suddenly thought of the organ mutilation case.


    "None of your business." Da put the fake ears on and smoothed his hair over them, "What are you doing?"


    "We''re peers, wanted to ask you about your source for that suspect." Fyren pulled out a cigarette, "Do me a favor."


    "Since you''re a fellow traveler, you know the rules of the trade lah, we all have our own informants, so who am I to give them to you." Da stared at Fyren.


    "The police are tracking down how the information was leaked, and you don''t want us to tell them your whereabouts." Synthesizing his earlier actions, Fyren smoothly threatened.


    "They have the right to investigate me, and I have the right to be silent, right? Go ahead and report it, I''m not afraid." He was unmoved.


    "What if it''s an ear thing?" I had a hunch that he had something to do with the organ case, and in connection with the reaction of the owner of the Broken Finger Hardware Store, I decided to take a gamble, "An organ case came up a few days ago, and you were one of the victims, right, so how come you didn''t call the police?"


    He was really hit and looked at me, panic creeping into his face, "How did you know about this?"


    "Now that I''ve been able to find you, I''ve got your information down." I said.


    "Ten thousand dollars and I''ll give you the message." He thought briefly.


    "Put yourself in your place, you''re not in a position to ask for anything." I pulled out my cell phone.


    "Good good good." He held down my hand.


    Da took us close to a white Toyota van, pulled open the door, an odor came over us, and a row of seats in the backseat was removed, leaving the spot empty, with bedding and suitcases, so he apparently slept in the van.


    "I received an e-mail last Friday, the sender mentioned that the suspect who killed YasinChen had been arrested by the police and wanted me to write about it." Da opens his computer and clicks on the e-mail to show us.


    The main text explains the brief information, and finally writes, "This is an exclusive insider story, I know you well, I hope you will collect the information and write the report, and submit it to the newspaper next Monday, February 23, if it does not appear in the newspaper on the 24th, I will send the news to another reporter." Attached are several arrest photos of the suspect, who appears to be a man in his thirties wearing a gray sweatshirt with the number "310" on it, being handcuffed by police officers in front of a shopping mall during the day and taken into a police car.


    "After probing around and confirming that it was a genuine story, I followed the sender''s instructions and sent the paper a copy on the 23rd and it was published on the 24th." Da said.


    "Where''s the contact information for the informant?" Fyren asked.


    "I don''t want to lie to you," Da said, "I really don''t know who he is, this person borrowed a public e-mail to send me a message."


    The full name of the e-mail address is "[email protected]</a>", "Public e-mail, what does that mean?" I asked.


    "It''s a church mailbox." Da says, "zionluth, Lutheran Zion Church, right there on King''s Road in North Point."


    "Come with us tomorrow, the sender recognizes you if he''s from the church." Fyren said.


    "Don''t fuck with me, okay?"


    "Borrow a couple of props from you then," Fyren turned the question around, "I hear you have a knack for investigations, stocked with different police IDs."


    "Where the hell did you guys get so much information about me?" Da sighed, opened his suitcase, ripped off the small photo from his three IDs, and dumped it on us.


    "This Da is also a victim of the organ case." On the way to Ryan''s house, I said to Fyren, "With everything stirred together, do you think FuBian could be involved with the organ case as well?"


    "Let Ryan keep an eye on the organ case lead," Fyren smoked, "we''ll do the important stuff first."


    On February 25 at 9:00 a.m., we came to Zion Lutheran Church.


    "Find the pastor of the church, show him his Serious Crimes Unit ID straight away, then ask him what he knows about the suspect, and if he''s not sure, then ask him if he''s seen any suspicious people recently." Fyren worked out the plan ahead of time.


    Entering the churchyard gate, we found two young men coming out of the house, and judging by the IDs pinned to their plainclothes collars, they were CIDs in disguise - they had been preempted, and as soon as the police car drove away, we went to the pastor''s office, knocked on the door, and heard the words "Come in! We knocked on the door and heard the word "Come in" from inside. Before opening the door, Fyren signaled him to respond.


    "What can I do for you, Your Honor?" A middle-aged man with thinning hair, a black suit and rimless glasses sat behind a desk with a metal name tag that read "Joe".You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    "Reverend Joe, I saw two of my fellow officers leaving at the door earlier, I assume they are here to investigate that case as well?" Fyren tried to fudge the information as much as possible, waiting for the other man to get in on the act.


    "Well," the pastor nodded, "I just explained to them that I''m not sure how this got in the paper. Are you guys cops too?"


    "We belong to different departments, and according to the process, we need to take another statement from you. For everyone''s convenience, please just repeat to us the information you just told them." Fyren took out his ID and held it up in front of the priest, I noticed the four red letters "ICAC" printed on it, and thought to myself, "What does this case have to do with the ICAC?", but there was no other way, Da really only gave me these two types of IDs.


    "You may be seated." The priest didn''t find the credentials suspicious and gestured for us to take our seats.


    On February 17, at about 9:00 p.m., a thin young man walked into the church and approached Pastor Joe to confess his sins. The youth said that he was a murderer. At first, Pastor Joe thought that the youth was just disillusioned and desperate, and that he was talking big. Later, the youth wept bitterly and confessed that he was the murderer of Yasin Chen, and told him the details of the crime.


    The news of the successive murders of the Chen family''s two sons was well known in Hong Kong, and the fact that the real culprit was still at large made Pastor Joe keep an eye out for him, and in the name of concern, he slowly elicited personal information about the suspect: he had come from the Mainland, had been displaced, and was sleeping in the hallways of major shopping malls in Hong Kong. In the end, Pastor Joe gave the suspect some money and kept him in the cafeteria for a meal.


    "Will you keep my secret?" The suspect asked the pastor.


    Rev. Joe nodded.


    The sinner confesses to the pastor, who has an ethic of secrecy. But the secret was clearly more than Pastor Joe could handle, so the day after the suspect left, the pastor chose to call the police. The police, acting on information provided by Pastor Joe, caught the suspect at the mall.


    Regardless of the purpose, the pastor''s behavior was ultimately snitching. If the information became public, it was feared that it would be misinterpreted by unsuspecting people and affect the church''s reputation. Therefore Rev. Joe asked the police to protect his identity, and since no evidence of murder has been found, the police do not intend to publicize the case prematurely.


    But just yesterday, February 24th, the story suddenly appeared in the newspapers and caused quite a stir in the community for a while. The police then came over and questioned Rev. Joe, who said that he had said absolutely nothing about it to anyone other than the police.


    "Where did the suspect''s confession take place at that time?" Fyren asked.


    "It was in this office." Rev. Joe added that the staff was off duty that night and that there were no walls.


    "Think carefully, have you seen any personnel acting suspiciously during this time?" Fyren prompted, "But anything that strikes you as out of the ordinary, please say so."


    Pastor Joe pondered for a moment, "If I had to say who was acting strangely, Wu would fit the bill, Wu is a security guard at the church, he took about a week''s leave of absence some time ago, and when he came back to work, he wore a duck hat all day and kept his head down. Ask him about it, but he says it''s fine."


    "We''ll go out and talk to him later." Fyren then asked, "Getting back to the suspect, did he give a motive for the crime at the time, other than saying he was the killer?"


    "No." The priest shook his head, "The motive for confession was stated, he said he was an AIDS patient, felt unclean, and often had nightmares after committing the crime, he also mentioned to me in particular that one night he dreamt of a red-eyed fox demon that said it was going to suck his blood, he was scared half to death, he was lying on the bed and couldn''t move, and awoke with a start to find that the cat that he had adopted had died violently next to him, and it was only then that he realized that he had committed sins. He came to confess to me."


    Another AIDS patient.


    "Salvationlieswithin," Fyren whispered.


    "What?" The pastor asked.


    "No." Fyren''s expression perked up and he turned back to the chaplain, "Is there any chance the office was bugged?"


    Pastor Joe looked at Fyren quizzically and shook his head, "No one''s going to bug the church, are they."


    "Is it convenient for us to check?" Fyren said, "We brought equipment."


    Walking to the car to get the detector, I couldn''t understand, "What did you find?"


    "The FuBian riddle ends with the English phrase, ''The way to salvation is in it,'' a line spoken by the warden of ''The Shawshank Redemption,''" Fyren said, "Andy ends up inside the Bible hiding a hammer, and it was the hammer that saved him. I don''t think this suspect is the actual murderer of Yasin Chen, but rather a pawn that FuBian planted in the game to guide us to the church, could the antidote be hidden in one of the church''s Bibles?"


    We took the cover of the detector and focused on the Bible in the pastor''s office and did not find a mystery in it. Another search of all the Bibles in the entire church, through the authorization of the pastor, again came up empty.


    After that, I did a routine questioning with the security guard named Wu, which didn''t yield any useful information except that the person was really weird.


    Fyren''s face showed chagrin.


    The trail was broken, we were exhausted and struggling. It was 4:00 p.m. when we got back to Ryan''s house, and we sat in silence as dust floated in the sunlight streaming through the windows.


    "Do you think it will actually die tonight." Fyren snapped.


    I looked over to the mouse cage on the bookshelf, the little white mouse still alive and kicking. At that time FuBian injected it with venom in front of us, saying that it had two days to die. Two days passed swiftly, and we tossed it around with no breakthrough.


    Unable to speak, I took a book in my hand, spread it out over my face, and lay down on the couch in a deep sleep.


    "You sure know how to pick out a book, taking my treasured photo book as a blindfold." Ryan takes the books off my face.


    I looked out the window and it was already lit up with neon lights.


    "I''ve gathered the information you asked for." Ryan brought me a pile of information focusing on news of murders and urban legends related to Mongkok Station and Prince Edward Station, I weighed it, "So much?"


    "That''s true, there''s a bunch of stories around there, some tour groups even organize tours for tourists to visit the scene of the murder, which revolves around Mongkok Station." Ryan opened his lunchbox, "Take your time, it''s all very interesting."


    I separated half of them and gave them to Fyren, who took them and set them aside, distracted.


    In the middle of the night, I couldn''t sleep, went to the bathroom, and when I went back to my room, I drifted off to see a figure sitting on the living room couch, alert, and discerning, I realized it was Fyren''s silhouette. "What''s wrong?" I approached.


    "Really dead." Fyren sat on the couch, staring blankly at the rat cage.


    By the moonlight from the window, I could see the white rat in the cage lying flat on its back, motionless, its face serene.


    "Go to sleep, there are more important things tomorrow." I saw Fyren''s eyes redden - I don''t know if it was from exertion or hurt - and it was the first time I''d ever seen him show a vulnerable side, but then he brought it up again and he vehemently denied it.


    The mice died, signaling that we were halfway through our deadline. I had trouble going to sleep and dreaded waking up even more; even more fucked up than death is waiting for it. Fortunately this situation didn''t happen, and early in the morning I was awakened by the sound of the TV.


    "Watch TV." Ryan nudged me and turned up the volume.


    After the news of the arrest of the suspect in the YasinChen murder case was reported on the television, the police department urgently held a press conference in order to give an explanation to the public. At the press conference, the police chief declared that they had indeed arrested the suspect, but after investigation and trial, it was confirmed that the suspect was involved in a mischief, and the possibility of his committing the crime could be ruled out basically, and that after education, he had been released this morning and was repatriated to the Mainland. The accompanying picture is a photo of the scene of the suspect''s arrest, the suspect''s face was mosaic, wearing a sweater labeled "310".


    "May I ask what evidence there is to confirm that there is no possibility of him committing a crime?" The reporter at the bottom asked.


    "We accessed the various transit surveillance and worked overtime to check and found that the person in question had not yet arrived at the port on the day of the victim''s murder." The sergeant replied.


    "Fyren, there''s an opening." I gather up the pile of information Ryan gave me on the coffee table and put it in my bag.


    I don''t want the information.


    "Where to?" Fyren asked.


    "Go get breakfast and talk about it while we eat." I opened the door, "Ryan, you proceed to keep an eye on the hardware store owner and Da."


    "You were on the right track yesterday." I swallowed the last bite of my pork chop bun, "As you said, it was a fake suspect who acted as a pawn that FuBian planted in this scavenger hunt, and since it''s a component of the game, it must be a useful clue, and based on it, let''s take the next step."


    "He directed us to the church, and then what?" Fyren asked.


    "The information was in a conversation with Rev. Joe." I turned the conversation around and said, "When I first started out as a paparazzo, I went deep into a power-trading organization in order to dig up an inside story, and when one mistake was made, my life was at stake, and I had to keep in mind all kinds of details, and the smaller and more trivial the detail, the more important it was, and one of your cohorts was making fun of the boss privately with you for letting out a loud fart last week, and you had to catch the location of where he had farted.


    The point of saying this is to convey that since this suspect is a functional character in the game, it''s important to pay special attention to the information he carries, his status as an AIDS sufferer, his ''310'' bodysuit, and within the things he confesses to Pastor Joe, the more granular, the more specific, the more octogenarian the plot, the more likely it''s a deliberately planted clue. Think about what he said to the priest that stuck with you."


    "After he committed the crime, he often dreamed of a fox demon that was acting as a monster and actually killed his cat." Fyren said thoughtfully.


    "Yeah, Fox Demon." I flipped out the information Ryan had collected in my bag and gave it to Fyren, "I browsed through this pile of information yesterday, and at the time, with all the complicated information and the lack of clues, I didn''t care about the allusion to the ''Fox Demon''. Now that I''ve strung it all together, it dawned on me that the steps to solving this riddle start with the ''Fox Demon Killing Babies'' paranormal story that used to circulate in Hong Kong."


    In 1981, the Windsor House in Hong Kong, located on the third floor of the East End of the restaurant held a baby''s full moon banquet, that night the child''s mother went home and had a nightmare, she dreamed that she was in the middle of the empty hotel lobby, was gradually attracted deeper and deeper, came to the center of the square object draped with a red cloth, at this time, the red cloth slowly descending, revealing a piece of cloudy stone, the stone was painted with a silver-light fox, she was staring at the pattern of the fascination Suddenly, the fox''s eyes emitted red light, and leaped out of the stone, with a growing figure and a chilling aura.


    The fox looked down at the woman and let out an eerie voice, "Do you know whose territory this is? You come to my place to hold a banquet and you don''t toast me, the Fox Daisen, you are so wild, I will eat your children!" The mother broke out in a cold sweat and woke up her husband in the middle of the night, repeating the nightmare, the husband thought of the banquet that night he also saw the cloud stone in the front of the hotel seemed to have a fox figure, his heart chilled, suddenly heard the wind chime in the baby''s room ringing dramatically, the couple rushed to the crib to check, and found that the baby''s face was blue and there was no sound. Later the autopsy results showed that the child died of internal bleeding, but no wounds were detected.


    In order to subdue the fox demon, Windsor House later invited a Taiwanese priest to come over to perform the rituals, and it took seven days and a great deal of effort to "invite" the fox demon to Yangmingshan in Taiwan to be released. Rumor has it that this fox demon is the beginning of the founding of the country from the mainland fled Taiwan on the road, because of playfulness and stranded in Hong Kong, entrenched in Windsor House, and gradually wild, and sucked the blood of babies, fell into the demon path, magic power increased greatly.


    Later, Windsor Mansion followed the advice of a feng shui master and built a children''s playground on the top floor for the comfort of babies, which was not open to the public. Once, two new employees were curious and ran to the top floor, where they found the wooden horse in the playground shaking, accompanied by the cold sound of baby laughter, which scared them half to death, and they resigned the next day and told the radio program about the incident.


    After the fox demon left, Windsor House is still strange things happen frequently, such as a children''s clothing store in the building, employees often open the store in the morning to see the ground a mess, as if there are children trying on clothes late at night, from the clothes scattered on the ground can be found in the pattern of the mysterious child tried on the size of the fixed, favoring white and yellow. Windsor House was later acquired by a wealthy Hong Kong businessman and renamed Fort Royal. Today the top floor is still the toddler section.


    "The Chinese name of the building has been changed, but the English name is still WindsorHouse," I said, "The ''Prince'' in Prince Edward Station is to commemorate the visit of Prince Edward VIII of the United Kingdom to Hong Kong in 1922 to see the Prince Edward Road construction project. Prince Edward VIII''s visit to Hong Kong in 1922, when he visited the road construction works on Prince Edward Road. Edward VIII was one of the British kings with the shortest term of office ever, when he abdicated to become the Duke of Windsor (Windsor) in order to marry Mrs. Simpson, whom the nation opposed. The ''Prince'' in the riddle, which corresponds to the Duke of Windsor, and the ''Six-Eared Kiwi'', which corresponds to the false suspect, throws us the nightmare of the ''Fox Demon'', meant to suggest Windsor House. "


    "The next move was in the restaurant where the Windsor House had its full moon wine at the time, which is now the third floor of the East End of the Royal Castle." Fyren said.


    "Right." I drained my coffee in one gulp, "The ''310'' sweatshirt the suspect was wearing the day he was captured was, unsurprisingly, store 310 on the third floor."


    The 18-storey Royal Fort is one of the most popular shopping malls in Causeway Bay. When it was still Windsor House, the entire eastern part of the third floor was filled with restaurants, but now it is divided into six stores, arranged according to the numbering of rooms 307 to 312, with store 310 in the middle.


    This is a small workshop, in the glass door of the store, pasted with "Philic female detective" five big words, is a main female detective investigation company, the store door hangs a red banner, written on the "anti-domestic violence theme of the publicity", the store customers are mostly women. Women.


    We took a leaflet and learned that the founder of this detective agency was named Philic, a Hong Konger with a short male haircut and a pair of black-framed glasses, and if you don''t look at the gender, you''re living like a tomboy.


    The main business of the detective agency is relationship disputes, and the victims of relationship disputes are mostly women, which is Philic''s original reason for insisting on an all-female staff for the detective agency - women are better able to understand women, and are more likely to gain the trust of their clients.


    Last April, the Detective Agency also launched a social service, specializing in the free investigation of cases for women with a monthly income of less than HK$8,700. This activity has had good results since its inception, and has also received assistance from the Hong Kong Police Force, the Single Parents Association, the Women''s Federation and other organizations. The Detective Agency is currently running an anti-domestic violence publicity campaign.


    Is in business, we are not good to start, first in the shopping mall to eat a roast goose rice, and then go to the stairwell to stay until zero o''clock shopping mall closes, and then sneak into the detective agency, both ends of the search, spent three hours, almost lifted the floor, and still did not find a little antidote to the trace.


    I was exhausted and irritated as hell. Wondering what we''d missed when the cell phone in my pocket vibrated, Ryan was calling, I glanced at the time before answering, 4:17am.


    "Something''s wrong!" Ryan said sharply over the phone, "Jie''s dead."


    "The hardware store owner is dead." I hung up and relayed to Fyren, "Supposedly the killer was his son."


    From the Royal Fort to Spring Garden Street, the distance is less than three kilometers, eight minutes of driving. We parked the car, walked to the entrance of the alley, saw a red and blue diffused light from the inner surge, no one in the early morning there is a fine mist of water, I heard the sound of the stretcher, and understand that the murder has been finalized, there is no turning back in the world.


    Ryan has been monitoring Jie''s movements these days, and last night at 11:00 p.m., he heard a heated argument erupt inside the house and the sound of vandalism. Around 1:00 a.m., he saw Jie''s son carrying his unconscious mother out of the house again. There were few cabs on the road at the time, so Ryan went along with it and pulled up near the teenager, and before he could ask if he needed any help, the teenager pulled open the back door, stuffed his mother and himself into the car, and begged Ryan to hurry to the hospital.


    "Along the way I asked him what happened and he said his dad beat his mom until she passed out. I reassured him that I would call the police to arrest Jie after he was treated at the hospital," Ryan recounted to us.


    After more than half an hour of first aid at the hospital, the patient was told that there was nothing wrong with the patient, and that''s when the teenager burst into tears.Ryan was there to calm him down, and then the teenager stopped crying and said to Ryan, "Uncle, you call the police."


    "So I drove him home, ready to take Jie into custody, only to have him say that he''d already killed his dad." Ryan shook his head and sighed, "The animal had been drinking and knocked his wife out and then collapsed himself on the couch and went to sleep, the kid didn''t hold back, he got a knife from the kitchen, covered his dad''s mouth and stabbed him five times hard in the chest, in the car he said that the man wasn''t salvageable, that he''d made sure that his dad was cut off before he''d walked his mom out the door. He said his dad beat his mom a lot and that he had been planning this murder for a long time. The whole thing was said in an unusually calm manner."


    "Is his son aware of Jie''s broken finger?" Fyren asked.


    "I asked him and he wasn''t really sure." Ryan replied, "Said he lost his tail finger one day last month after he came back from being away, and was very evasive about it."


    Fyren and I went back to the car to rest, my whole heart was beating fast, tired but couldn''t sleep, lying in the back seat to organize my thoughts, the more I combed through it, the more it was a mess, and then I slowly fell asleep, about eight o''clock in the morning, when I was woken up by Fyren. I had a headache and took Fyren''s coffee, drinking half a cup before I landed from the illusion of the dream and felt the existence of my body.


    Fyren starts the car.


    "Where to?" I asked.


    "Go to church again." Fyren said.


    Going to Zion Lutheran Church, Fyren wanted to verify one thing. If it was confirmed, in a small way, we could move on to the next move, and in a big way, we wouldn''t have to die.


    Coming to the security guard named Wu again, Fyren asked, "Remember us?"


    The other man''s eyes scowled and he nodded.


    "Please cooperate and remove your hat." Fyren said, "If you don''t take it off, we will arrest you for obstructing a police investigation."


    Wu''s face was horrified, but he made no move.


    "Don''t make us do it."


    Forced by the majesty of the situation, he removed the ducktail with trembling hands. True to Fyren''s push, he was missing a piece of scalp.


    "How did you get hurt?" Fyren asked.


    "Fell ...... down, from upstairs." Wu mumbled.


    "Tell the truth."


    "Sir, don''t push me."


    "Okay," Fyren said, "it''s okay if you don''t say it, I''ll say it, you just have to answer yes or no, can you cooperate?"


    Beads of sweat broke out on the other man''s head and he nodded with difficulty.


    "The scalp was cut off by a man in a mask, wasn''t it?"


    Wu looks at Fyren and nods.


    "Animal masks?" Fyren asked.


    Wu shook his head.


    "Gas mask?" Another option.


    The other nodded slightly.


    "That man is holding you hostage for something you''re afraid of, telling you to shut up about it or you''ll invite death, isn''t that right?" Fyren asked.


    Wu looks at Fyren with horrified eyes, wipes beads of sweat from his head, puts his hat back on, and nods.


    "Do you beat your wife a lot?" Fyren stepped forward.


    "It''s not a fight anymore." Wu waved his hand, "We got divorced a while ago."


    "Is this your scalp?" Fyren holds up the cell phone photo to Wu''s eyes of one of the organs Ryan found in the trash.


    Wu glanced away and stepped back.


    "Look closely!" Fyren yelled.


    Wu nodded with his eyes closed.


    Flip a coin once and which side comes up is random. But toss it a hundred times and the resulting probability of heads and tails is half and half.


    Jie, a hardware store owner with a missing finger; Da, a reporter with a missing ear; and Wu, a church security guard with a missing scalp.Each case is solved individually, with no way to start, but now linked together, Fyren finds a pattern hidden in the shadows.


    Wu confirmed to us that he used to beat his wife regularly.


    Jie knocks his wife unconscious and is stabbed to death by his own son in retaliation.


    Da divorced his wife, and in their mailboxes, they also found post-marital counseling provided to his wife by the Women''s Service Association, indicating that she had sought assistance.


    "Domestic violence", the key to cracking organ mutilation cases.


    "Domestic Violence" is also the riddle in the medicine-seeking riddle - we arrive at the Philic Women''s Detective Agency through the clues, and the reward is not the antidote, but the clue in the "Preaching Against Domestic Violence" banner clue.


    Returning along one line, it takes three trips on the MTR, Mongkok has run out of princes, and the six-eared macaque is fishing for the moon.


    This riddle can only be solved with the key of "domestic violence".


    On the evening of February 23, 2015, FuBian told us this riddle at the Peninsula Hotel, near the Peninsula Hotel is the Tsim Sha Tsui MTR station, where the Tsim Sha Tsui station is located on the Tsuen Wan Line, from Tsim Sha Tsui to Mong Kok, you do have to take three trips on the MTR, and if you don''t set up a beginning and an end, you should say, "Along a line forward," but he highlighted the following But he highlighted the word "return".


    Return to the subway three times. The direction of the "return" that is, the timeline of the "backward", "three subway", in fact, in the name of the station is a metaphor for the case.


    Starting in May 2014, we experienced the first case of the Bat Cult in Guangzhou, and this was the first stop.


    The second stop was the Guangzhou nanny killings.


    The third stop was in Shantou to investigate the case of a girl who committed suicide in a rented house.


    The fourth stop was in Hong Kong to investigate a drowning in a villa swimming pool.


    The fifth stop was the Dog Pit Splitting Case in Fengshun.


    The sixth stop was the Chaozhou case of the Teochew Opera Transformation.


    At the seventh stop we follow the viper trail and go back to Hong Kong for FuBian''s wedding and get ambushed by him.


    At this stop in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong, FuBian wants us to go back three stops (Mong Kok), i.e., three cases in reverse: the swimming pool drowning case in Hong Kong, and he wants to make it clear that: the antidote is hidden in that murder case.


    In that case, two people died, Nathan Chen and Yvonne - Yasin Chen''s brother and wife, respectively. YasinChen becomes the successor of the Thousand Morning Group (Edward VIII abdicates in favor of his brother Joe VI because of his wife) by using his wife to get rid of his brother, echoing the "Crown Prince" in the puzzle, who later dies in the murder of the "Crown Prince" YasinChen.


    The real culprit who killed Yasin Chen did not appear, but the fake culprit (the six-eared macaque) came out to stir up the storm instead - which can be interpreted as "fishing for the moon".


    The whole riddle has thus been deciphered, leading to a new question: who is the real killer of YasinChen?


    Why did YasinChen die? From the recording before his death, we know that the murderer''s motive for the crime was because YasinChen had been abusing his wife Yvonne for a long period of time, leaving Yvonne to die a horrible death.


    The Organ Cutter, the mysterious man who cuts off Jie''s tail finger, Da''s ear, Wu''s scalp, and the organs of other domestic abusers. He uses extreme lynching methods to discipline abusive husbands.


    These two men share the same motive, and based on our investigation and reasoning, they are the same person - both for killing YasinChen and for cutting the organs of the domestic abuser.


    "So by finding this man, we can end the game and find the antidote. This is the next and final move we have to make." Fyren was certain.


    "It is now February 27, and it is almost impossible to find this mysterious man in one day." The onset of the poison left in the body was the evening of February 28th.


    "I know who the killer is." Fyren was victorious, "Need another favor from Ryan before we catch this guy, all peers, he might know the head of the Philic Women''s Detective Agency, have Ryan find a way to get a list of the names of the female domestic violence victims they''ve taken in since they opened."