Chapter 8

How careful she is, hanging on the wall in the chilly wind, having been smoked for such a long time

Luo Ren

Mushi stared for a long time before noticing the telephone buried under a pile of clutter on the coffee table. Since the widespread adoption of mobile phones, very few households have installed landlines. Initially intending to ignore it, he inexplicably picked it up anyway

Wan Fenghuo quite likes Mu Dai and is also willing to talk to her: "About several thousand yuan."

Cen Chunjiao opened the door and at almost the same time, the door diagonally opposite also opened, revealing Li Tan

Luo Ren pushed open the window, seemingly a bit irritated, and said to Ma Tuwen: "Give me a cigarette"

There is an urgent matter at home, and I need to return quickly

The room is very quiet, with only the continuous smoke rising. Mu Dai furrows his brow: Is this Luo Ren a chain smoker? Just how much tobacco does he intend to consume?

Oh, the two high notes cannot be reached, it sounds as if someone is grabbing his neck, and it is so cruel that two flower knots were tied.

The case of Luoma Lake is merely the first incident; Liu Shuhai mentioned that he committed two offenses. However, I cannot clearly explain why there is such a long gap of years between the two cases

This sound is simply driving her nerves to the brink of destruction

Aunt Hong chuckled: "The more you think about it, the less certain you become. How old could he possibly be?"

Before coming, she had done her homework; the case of Luoma Lake and another case were indeed unsolved cases

Luo Ren parked the car and headed straight for the building where Ma Tuwen was, but just before entering, he seemed to suddenly become alert and suspiciously glanced in the direction where Mu Dai was located

Mu Zhi seemed to see him signaling to Ma Tuwen and the others to leave quietly while leisurely lighting a cigarette

Wan Fenghuo is quite strange. Just yesterday, Cen Chunjiao was still talking to him, saying that besides the Luoma Lake case, there was another case she needed to discuss with him. How could he suddenly pack his bags and leave? Is it possible that he was angered by Li Tan and their repeated claims of "fake"?

The smoke wafted out gracefully.

Put down the phone, unable to contain my joy

Not long after Luo Ren entered the building, Mu Dai circled to the back of the building. The location of this building was somewhat secluded, with no building directly opposite, which reduced many troubles. Mu Dai put on his gloves, aimed at the window of Ma Tuwen's house, took a deep breath, pressed his back against the wall, pushed off the ground, and leaped up to about two meters high. He executed a half-turn in mid-air, concentrating his strength in both hands while distributing the force in his feet and abdomen. He quickly reached the edge of the window.

Mukai smiled and said, "Of course not."

The room is not large, and it is immediately apparent. The main door is half open, and the person who left early has vanished.

Mu Zhi's heart stirred slightly; she was not directly tailing Luo Ren. Instead, she chose a rather tricky angle, directly facing the rearview mirror of a car, and the range of the rearview mirror conveniently covered the stretch of road leading to and from the Ma Tuwen residence. In other words, she was actually facing away from Luo Ren.

A woman inquired, "Where is Building 3?"

The room seems to have fallen into a brief silence

Isn't Aunt Hong's output still a big head? Looking at Li Tan's lazy appearance, he doesn't seem to be wealthy either. Could it be that the big head belongs to Ma Tuwen?

The two ruffians beside clapped their hands: "Good! Good! My brother Xiao Ma sings exceptionally well!"

Cen Chunjiao

Li Tan did not express his stance, neither saying he would leave nor that he would stay. Mu Dai made a phone call to Huo Zihong, and Aunt Hong spoke gently, saying: "Since there is nothing urgent, you can come back whenever you want. If you find it enjoyable to stay in Chongqing, feel free to stay a couple more days. The shop is not busy these days, and the business is doing quite well with 13,000."

Mushidai gasped: Tens of thousands! With Wanfenghuo acting as the intermediary and taking a commission, how much will Aunt Hong and the others receive?

It is said that the lasso was untied, and there was no need to hammer in the tent pegs. A knife made an opening in the tent, which was tied with a string, with the other end connected to a person

From that direction came Luo Ren's light laughter, along with the sound of passing vehicles on the road. It seems they have entered the lane, so there is no need to chase anymore; even if I did, I would not be able to catch up.

After finishing the phone call, Mudi went to Room 108 to ask Wan Fenghuo for Ma Tuwen's address. Wan Fenghuo looked her up and down several times and said, "You don't have a crush on him, do you?"

The first thought that crossed Mu's mind was: his driving skills are quite good; the roads in the community are scattered and in disarray, yet he managed to drive in.

The matter of selling news was something she had not known before. After the incident of a death at the hotel, business gradually declined. She transferred to a restaurant near the central bus station to work as a waitress, where the flow of customers from all directions was greater. People came and went, and the conversations were filled with strange tales and unusual events. It was here that she first heard about the business of trading news and took it to heart.

Mushida was eating, and from the corner of his eye, he quietly glanced at Cen Chunjiao. Sure enough, she was surveying the building across the street, and before long, she disappeared up the narrow staircase with her suitcase.

This Luo Ren seems to possess both qualities at once

Inner Mongolia, near the border between Inner and Outer Mongolia, close to Erenhot, but it was not specified clearly, only mentioned as a wild grassland

Luo Ren asked her: "Where was the second case committed?"

Aunt Hong is indeed quite naive; how could one use an ordinary person's perspective to gauge 13,000? Mu Dai believes that as long as there is profit to be made, he would be willing to let 13,000 entice an eighty-year-old woman, not to mention that Aunt Hong still possesses her charm.

Thirteen thousand, thirteen thousand, just hearing this name makes me angry, Mu Dai is not happy: "Aunt Hong, don't let him tempt you."

Mushidai calmly surveyed the surroundings, finding nothing unusual, nor the car mentioned by Cao Yanhua. It seemed that Luo Ren had not yet arrived. She was pleased to wander around the vicinity. By evening, a market unexpectedly opened in the community, with vendors selling fried tofu and a small stall set up at a doorstep selling wontons. Mushidai ordered a bowl of wontons and was just about to scoop the soup when she heard the sound of wheels dragging a suitcase behind her

Luo Ren fell silent

Although Wan Fenghuo was puzzled, he did not bring it up and greeted her amicably, saying, "Are you leaving?"

It seems that the perpetrator intends to showcase a grand scene, rather than being limited to just three individuals, but what significance does this scene hold

Is it the herdsman who is dead

The implication is that this matter has reached a stalemate again, and I will inform you of any new developments.

Upon arriving at Ma Tuwen's home, it was already close to noon. The entire community was in a state of disrepair and filled with noise. Ma Tuwen was practicing singing at the entrance on the first floor, holding a guitar, and singing with his head held high: "I want to fly higher... fly higher oh oh..."

Luo Ren hummed in response: "What kind of thread is used to string it?"

Everything is ready, just waiting for that Luo Ren

Is the condition of death the same?

In other words, Luo Ren could not discern anything, yet it was in that very moment that he began to harbor suspicions

Ma Tuwen lives on the third floor

Mushidai lowered his head to look at the seaweed and shrimp skins in the soup bowl, and suddenly a realization struck him: no wonder Cen Chunjiao suddenly packed her things to leave; she was not going back to her hometown, but had been intercepted midway!

Young lady, it is not easy, is it tiring hanging on the wall? There are strawberries on the table, feel free to wash them and enjoy.

After a while, Mu Dai suddenly felt something was amiss. She held her breath and listened intently, and suddenly realized, leaning forward to look inside the window

The room was empty, and a lit cigarette was resting on the windowsill, alongside a cigarette butt that had already burned down to the end

The window is not tightly shut, and the sounds from inside are intermittent; it is Cen Chunjiao who is speaking

The front desk transferred an external call to Cen Chunjiao. At first, she listened with indifference, but gradually her expression became serious, and a hint of joy appeared in the corners of her eyes. She asked several questions in succession: "Really?"

They are all the same, it is also about someone being threaded. However, he said that there are four people in the tent, so the situation is that one person is covering their face, as if trying to hide, another person is holding a sabre, poised to strike, the third person is pushing with both hands, as if trying to mediate. The fourth person is standing a distance away from the other three, cupping their hands around their mouth, as if shouting

It is truly like putting a sheep in the wolf's mouth, which is extremely dangerous. Mu Dai made a decisive decision: "Aunt Hong, I will return in the next couple of days and make sure that 13,000 behaves himself."

It is nomadic

No, no, no, it should be the person behind him

The master once said that there are two types of people who are most alert to the anomalies around them: one type has experienced many dangers and has developed a sixth sense for danger, while the other type has practiced martial arts for many years, being observant in all directions and attentive to all sounds.

"At your age, young lady, your eyes are all blind."

At around 9 o'clock in the evening, Mu Dai saw the black Hummer that was driving in. Although she did not understand cars, she instinctively felt that this vehicle was extremely domineering and unruly, completely out of place with the style of the community. Sure enough, the person who got out of the car was that Luo Ren

The shadow on the window was a bit heavier, as if someone was walking this way. Mu Dai's heart trembled, and she stepped aside a little.

Mushi still wanted to ask, and Wan Fenghuo directly held his palm up, meaning: if you ask me again, I will have to charge you.

Mukai had not yet had the chance to speak when the other party hung up the phone

Li Tan scoffed disdainfully; in his mind, Cen Chunjiao had undoubtedly been equated with a fraud. Cen Chunjiao, unusually composed, bid farewell to everyone with an expression that remained unchanged.

I need to get the address, but Mu Dai is still reluctant to leave: "Uncle Wan, how much money can Cen Chunjiao make this time?"

After Cen Chunjiao left, Wan Fenghuo explained to Mu Dai and Li Tan that inquiring about news is like this; sometimes, it requires an opportunity. If the opportunity does not arise, it is common to wait for three to five years.

Mushidai was somewhat confused, while Cen Chunjiao's narrative was coherent and did not seem like mere fabrication. Moreover, she paid great attention to detail; for instance, in the case of Luoma Lake, fishing lines were used because there were many fishermen around Luoma Lake, making fishing lines readily visible. However, when it came to the Inner Mongolia grasslands, local materials were utilized, resulting in the use of twisted lasso ropes.

Wan Fenghuo discerned her thoughts: "Young lady, information is only valuable when you find the right person. Do not worry about your Aunt Hong spending money; what she contributes is not a small amount."

Mu Zhi's expression fluctuated between dark and bright as he gritted his teeth and rushed into the house. Upon landing, he stepped on an empty beer can and nearly slipped, but fortunately, he managed to steady himself.

She pretended to be eager to enter the industry: "I have a wild personality. After graduating, I worked in an office but couldn't stand it. Aunt Hong asked me to help out at the bar, but I wasn't interested. If this industry is lucrative, could you help me make some connections? I could wander around gathering information and still make some money."

If the wall were soft, Moku would really want to hug his head and bump it against it.

Given her greedy nature, why would she not prefer to bypass the middleman and engage in direct transactions?

Cen Chunjiao is not like that; she is a money-driven person. Just this morning, she was arguing with him for half the day over money matters

The phone rang

Cen Chunjiao showed him little kindness, dragging her suitcase straight to the front desk. Upon arriving in the lobby, she was somewhat surprised to find that Wan Fenghuo and Mudi were all present.