Chapter 63: The Dead Man's Message

  Lu Yu Feng and I didn't dare to delay, immediately turned back, but had no choice but to bring the bodyguard's corpse with us.

  The road in the forest was originally difficult to walk, and carrying a dead body made it even more laborious. Lu Yifeng didn't say anything, but took on the task of carrying the corpse by himself. I had wanted to lend him a hand and take turns with him, but looking at the bloody face of the corpse, those words never left my mouth.

  I was also worried about Panzi Anwei, so I rushed ahead to lead the way and walked quite quickly.

  Lu Yifeng understood what I was thinking, he sped up his pace without a word, his physical foundation was good, don't look at the weight, but he wasn't pulled down by me.

  It was also afraid of what came, when we arrived at Panzi's place, I found that Panzi held a mobile phone in his hand and sat crookedly under a tree stump.

  I was scared to death, thinking he had been killed by the woodcutter's murderer. But as I took a closer look, his face was perfectly fine, except for being unconscious, and his life was not in danger.

  I let out a slight breath and quickly pinched his people.

  After a few struggles, he woke up with a cough and saw that both of us had returned. He muttered awkwardly, saying "this is weird", I was just making a phone call, how did I suddenly feel dizzy and faint?

  I hesitated for a long time and decided it was better not to tell him the truth, otherwise he would know that the killer had been there and who knows what he might think.

  I asked him again, "How far have you called? Have you informed the police?"

  He replied affirmatively, saying he fainted after telling the police his address.

  I reckon we shouldn't stay here any longer either, let's hurry up and get on our way and wait for the police to arrive.

  Hei Lao Da and another bodyguard were both unconscious, so Pan Zi and I each carried one of them on our shoulders as we followed Ah Feng.

  Panzi had one good thing about him - he didn't like to ask unnecessary questions. When he saw the corpse with blood on its face, he was also disgusted, but he didn't say much.

  We returned to the road and waited for a moment, then a police van came over.

  Tonight, we caught the big boss of Hei Lao Da, it's not a particularly big case. Lu Yu Feng came out and briefly explained the process, and then we left. Of course, before leaving, I took another meaningful glance at the bloodied corpse.

  We rode motorcycles back to the farmhouse. The farmhouse didn't have bathing facilities, but I still fetched a basin of warm water and gave myself a good wipe down, especially the back of my neck. I scrubbed so hard with the towel that if I couldn't see it for myself, I would have suspected that I had scrubbed off a layer of skin from the back of my neck.

  For the next three days, we didn't go out. Firstly, there was nothing to do, and secondly, we should take advantage of our free time to take good care of ourselves. The recent Poison King case had been exhausting enough.

  But on the third night, Lu Yifeng received a phone call from Li Feng, saying that there was an urgent matter and asking us to return to Wuzhou immediately.

  I knew there must be another task, but as soon as I heard it was Li Feng, my heart skipped a beat. I had been intimidated by this Officer Li, the important things he entrusted were not ordinary matters.

  Last time I was asked to go with Panzi to investigate in Weiyuan Village, but this case turned out to be a big deal, and it also led to the Lingmei case and the Duwang case.

  But I didn't have time to think much, hung up the phone, and after Lu Yifeng roughly told us about the conversation, he took us away.

  Jiamu is very far from Wuzhou, we can't drive back, so we have no choice but to take an overnight train.

  We rushed to the train station to buy tickets, and although we just caught a passing train, there were only hard seats available. I was thinking of upgrading to a sleeper after boarding, but when I got on the train, I found that there weren't many people in the carriage, with many empty seats.

  We didn't mention the sleeper berth anymore and each of us found a row of empty seats to lie down.

  The rumbling of the train made it hard for me to fall asleep, so I lay down and out of boredom took out my phone and checked WeChat.

  I rarely use WeChat and I don't have many friends on it, but there is a WeChat group.

  There are twelve people in this group, which is the same circle of people we were with when we were released from prison. I remember that when we first came out, there was still some excitement in this group, but now it seems unusually deserted.

  It's not that people in the group are lazy about chatting, but rather seven people have already passed away, and their WeChat accounts are also indirectly cancelled.

  I looked at each person's avatar in the group one by one, and inexplicably felt a hint of sadness. I even left a message asking, "Who's there?"

  I didn't expect someone to reply immediately, so I thought about it for a while and decided to log in to WeChat again after ten days or half a month.

  Just as I was about to go offline, someone replied and sent a smiling face emoticon.

  I should be excited, but looking at the avatar of this reply, my head buzzed because this person is called Guo Hao, who has already died. Someone replied to his WeChat, what does this mean?

  I initially had a thought of a dead man coming back to life, but then I quickly reacted and thought, could it be that his WeChat account was stolen?

  I didn't bother arguing with him in the group chat, I directly messaged him privately and wasn't polite at all. As soon as he came online, I asked "Who are you?"

  The other party continued to make a smiling face, and then without waiting for me to ask, he took the initiative to say, "Wait a minute, I'll show you a picture."

  Although I especially wanted to continue questioning him, there was no way, and could only endure in silence.

  He finished speaking and didn't react for a long time, I couldn't help but think that this guy wouldn't stand me up, right? But just then, an image appeared, it was a bleeding cross.

  This photo looks quite uncomfortable at midnight, and I don't understand why he asked me to look at this photo.

  "Then I asked him again, 'Are you a thief? Also a cross seller?'"

  He didn't answer me directly, but instead sent a bunch of messages one after another, as if he was talking to himself.

  He said the cross was a real bastard, with it, the originally peaceful world became turbulent, many people died because of it, but he also liked this cross, precisely because of it, he had business and made a lot of money.

  I'm being told I'm confused, especially when the other person has a love-hate relationship with the cross, what's all this nonsense?

  I didn't want to chat with him and was going to block Guo Hao's messages, but he said another sentence that caught my attention.

  He asked me to take a look at people nearby.

  I was on the train, and coincidentally the signal wasn't very good at that time. I searched for people nearby as he requested, but no matter what I couldn't find anyone. It wasn't until the train entered a station that I finally managed to open the list of people nearby.

  This is a function of WeChat that can see how far other WeChat accounts are from me, and I found Guo Hao's account inside, which shows it's within 100 meters.

  I was shocked and sat up, looking around, thinking that within a hundred meters, there were only two or three train cars, could it be that the stranger who had been chatting with Guo Huai on WeChat was also on this train?

  It's useless to look for it seriously, and it won't work at all. After watching for a while, the train started again and was about to leave the station. I sat down and sent another WeChat message to him, asking who he was after all?

  "He replied with one sentence, 'Want to know? Look out of the window.'"

  I approached the window seat with a hint of curiosity. This time it was a small station, not many people got off, and I soon spotted my target.

  There is a man wearing a windbreaker, looking up at me with his head raised. He's holding a wooden puppet and deliberately raises the puppet to greet me.

  Not to mention the wooden puppet, but his melancholic eyes, almost like an electric current, pierced deep into my heart.

  That's the killer of the wooden puppet, and needless to say, the one who just used Guo Hao's WeChat is him.

  I really didn't expect that we would meet again in this way, especially since the train had already left. I thought about shouting to Ah Feng to get off the train, but it was too late.

  There's a strange fire burning in my heart, and I've punched the table several times in anger, but all I can do is watch him walk further and further away from me.

  My pounding on the table caught Ah Feng's attention. He was lying in bed next to me and sat up, poking his head out to ask what was wrong.

  I didn't hide anything from him, and I told him everything that had just happened. Moreover, I also made a suggestion: should we contact the police now to catch the killer of the woodcarver at the station earlier?

  Lu Yufeng shook his head and said that it's already too late to contact the police now, and the killer wouldn't be so stupid as to get caught easily.

  I also knew that Lu Yufeng was telling the truth, so I changed the subject and asked about the cross. Since the killer who carved the wooden puppet specifically mentioned the cross, there must be a reason for it.

  Lu Yufeng furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he told me that I would gradually understand later on.

  I looked and asked nothing more, so I lay down again. The rest of the night was uneventful.

  The next morning, we got off the bus. Lu Yifeng and Li Feng had already made arrangements, so we took a taxi to a small restaurant.

  This small restaurant also sells breakfast, but we didn't come here specifically for breakfast. Instead, we walked into a small private room, where Li Feng was sitting inside, and he even disguised himself with a small tuft of beard on his mouth.

  In this room, a table of breakfast was also set up. Li Feng invited us two to sit down and eat together first, then talk about the matter.

  Pan Ziteng listened and, after saying he was really hungry, grabbed a fried dough stick and started eating it in big mouthfuls. But Lu Yufeng and I didn't move our chopsticks. I thought to myself, if he doesn't explain the task clearly first, I won't have an appetite for this breakfast.

  I saw Li Feng looking at me, without hiding or concealing anything, and said this directly.

  Li Feng smiled and said a few words, then leaned back again, telling us about it.

  Originally, the black big shot we caught in Jiamu was also connected to a case on the side of Wuzhou. The black big shot had an item of physical evidence that the police wanted to get, but after several days of interrogation, we found that the physical evidence wasn't on the black big shot's body, and instead was at his friend's place in Wuzhou, locked in a safe. Li Feng meant for us three to find an opportunity to steal out this physical evidence.

  This is the first time I've been a mole since I started working as one, because he said "steal" instead of "investigate".

  Lu Yifeng first stated that there was no problem and emphasized that he would open the safe, while Du Xiaobai was more skilled at picking locks, and the two of us were indeed the best combination.

  But I feel that something is off because the police want to investigate but have to use sneaky methods, what does this imply? Can't they just find another reason to openly investigate?

  I suddenly had such a ridiculous idea, this task is not necessarily an open confession of the organization, it might be Li Feng's personal idea, or there might be some new dynamics in this bureau that requires us to steal out some "words".