Chapter Nineteen: Catching the Culprit

  Qin Zhong held the administrator's logbook in his hand, his eyes wide with shock. The words he saw in his mind made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He immediately threw the logbook to the side and muttered curses: "Damn it, they actually managed to track me down here. It's like a ghost haunting people, but instead, people are haunting ghosts."

  His words were clearly heard by the old mushroom, who smiled and said, "Who wants to bother me? Let him come, I think this head of mine is enough for him to drink a pot."

  As soon as Lao Mo's voice fell, the young man suddenly felt that Qin Zhong was a bit strange: "Hey, sir, are you going to talk to me again?"

  Qin Zhong flipped his eyes and helped pick up the registration book that had been thrown away: "Sorry, I just thought of something earlier, it has nothing to do with you, here's the booklet back."

  Young people are hot-tempered, but after seeing the steel knife on Qin Zhong's waist, he also suppressed his own fire: "Eh, it's nothing, you guys rest."

  Young people feel that Qin Zhong is a bit strange. After he came out, he closed the door and looked inside through the gap between the door and the window frame. He happened to see Qin Zhong talking to an old mushroom, but what he saw was actually Qin Zhong himself muttering to the windowsill.

  The young man left in frustration, Qin Zhong and the old mushroom had a verbal sparring match before calming down, while Guo Dafu had long since fallen asleep on the bed. Meanwhile, Yingzi in the inner room seemed quiet and still, without any movement or sound.

  Qin Zhong looked at the old mushroom with nothing to do, he got up and put on his clothes, softly saying: "Old fellow, I'm going out to take care of something, stay here for me."

  "Why? Can't I go with you?"

  Qin Zhong shot a contemptuous glance at the old mushroom, wanting to say something but swallowed it back, turned his head and walked out the door, pulling it tightly shut.

  Just as Qin Zhong thought he had locked the old mushroom in the house, he suddenly found that the old mushroom was standing in front of him.

  "Where did you come from?" Qin Zhong's expression was somewhat indignant.

  The old mushroom was delighted: "I'm a ghost, what business is it of yours where I come from?"

  "What about your dead head when you're gone?"

  "It's in the iron basin in the house, playing with its head." The old mushroom seemed to be indifferent to its own brain.

  Qin Zhong cursed the old mushroom in his heart, thinking that he would eventually get bitten by the dead man's head, but since the old mushroom had come out, he could only let him follow behind him.

  Qin Zhong came out this time wanting to lure that guy who made his killing intent surge to reveal himself, and if possible, catch him and hand him over to the National Security Bureau, maybe even get some reward. Or perhaps he could just capture the person and kill him directly, to avoid future troubles. After all, they were in a foreign country, where the sky was high and the emperor was far away, a place where no one cared about anything, and killing someone wanted by the National Security Bureau wouldn't be a big deal.

  That's why Qin Zhong thought so, he didn't take the person he saw seriously at all, and rushed straight to room 303 on the third floor. As soon as he reached the door, the old mushroom gave Qin Zhong a look: "Rush in."

  Even if Lao Mo didn't say anything, he had to charge in anyway. After all, the opponent was a ninja, and if they clashed head-on, he might not have the upper hand. Moreover, in their previous encounter, there was almost no chance of winning. So Qin Zhong grasped the steel knife at his waist, took a deep breath, and kicked the door open with a flying kick.

  Qin Zhong's speed was quite impressive, his feet seemed to be stepping on air as he flew towards the bed, like an arrow shot from a bowstring. In an instant, his twin blades were pressed against the headboard, but when he saw the two people lying on the bed, Qin Zhong felt a little stunned, and a sour taste rose up to his face.

  There were two people lying on the bed in this room, one was the young man who had just gone upstairs to register, and the other was the landlady of this inn. Seeing the landlady's white upper body, it was almost as if the spring scenery was all exposed at once.

  The landlady was so frightened by Qin Zhong's action that she forgot to cover her body with the quilt, and the fat on her elephant legs made people feel uncomfortable.

  Qin Zhong's eyelids drooped slightly, and he looked down at the young man's thing: "It's quite sturdy, put it away. I came here to catch an adulterer."

  The old lady, upon hearing this, jumped up from the bed with an even more exaggerated movement, knelt on her knees, and grabbed Qin Zhong: "Sir, I don't know where you come from. Are you here for money or is it true that my husband sent you to catch us in the act? Don't worry, as long as you don't reveal this matter, I'll waive all your room fees and provide you with three meals a day."

  Qin Zhong was taken aback, a head full of fog, how could there still be such a master, even if it meant losing money himself, he had to cover up this secret, that's great, getting free accommodation wasn't a bad thing either.

  The old mushroom sat on Qin Zhong's shoulder, laughing loudly: "Hey, Qin Zhong, look at these old women, they're really something, growing up like this and still eating tender grass."

  The old mushroom's existence was something that the boss and his young apprentice couldn't see, Qin Zhong turned back and whispered: "Take your hand off, don't talk to me too much, I'm catching an adulterer."

  He said that, and the boss's wife grabbed Qin Zhong's arm even tighter: "Little brother, no way, I'll give you more money, accompany me for a night."

  "What? Still accompanying me for a night, Qin Zhong took a look at the boss's tangled figure and the mole on her mouth. He shook his head and deliberately intimidated: "Actually, your husband told me that if I see the adulterer, I will cut off his thing as a token of proof, and then use it to exchange for my wages."

  "Stop!" The boss's wife hugged the young man tightly, using her body to shield his: "If you want to use force, then use it on me! I won't survive without him. If you cut him down, how can I go on living?"

  "Ah, I'm so fed up!" Qin Zhong's super frustration and suppressed emotions were impossible to conceal. He really wanted to kick the two of them hard, but who would have thought that these two people were actually kind-hearted? The old lady was clearly a hungry ghost.

  He thought for half a day and finally decided that he still needed money, after all, he had to make a living, and the road ahead was uncertain how much silver it would take to get by, so getting more silver was better than not having enough.

  "Hey, listen up, I won't ask for much from you. Just give me what you think is right, consider it my hush money. And during the days I'm staying here, take good care of me with good food and drink. When I leave, I'll bury this matter in the ground."

  Lao Mo said in a low voice behind Qin Zhong: "You think you're burying people, your mouth is on your body, you want to say it, do you think everyone else is stupid?"

  Qin Zhong ignored the old mushroom and used the tip of his knife to intimidate the boss's wife and the young man. At this time, the young man had already been subdued by Qin Zhong's aura. The boss's wife simply covered her body and pulled out a dozen dollars from the drawer.

  Qin Zhong looked carefully and saw that there were at least 18,000 yuan. He secretly smiled to himself, this was almost as good as winning the lottery.

  Qin Zhong took out some money and used his knife to gesture at the two men, asking: "Which house is that Japanese person staying in? Don't say you don't know."

  The landlady and the young man heard this, their expressions became even more solemn. The landlady seemed to have lost her soul, sighing: "It's really when people come to do things, they can't hide, okay, I'll tell you, he's downstairs."

  Qin Zhong nodded: "You guys be careful, that person is a dangerous character. Also, next time you're looking for fun, avoid him."

  He said, turned his head and went out the door. After going out, he also let out a sigh of relief, with a mix of surprise and delight at having gotten away with something.

  The old mushroom approached Qin Zhong and said: "Kid, you've made a fortune, I didn't expect your adaptability to be so strong."

  "What does this have to do with you? Can you even spend this money?"

  "We're spending hellish currency, that denomination is much larger than yours, are you still going downstairs?" Old Mushroom seemed to know what Qin Zhong was about to do.

  Qin Zhong nodded, put away the money, and didn't sheathe his knife, merely covering it up a bit. After all, he couldn't very well walk around the inn with a knife in hand, scaring people.

  So he went downstairs and carefully arrived at the room that the boss's wife had said, first sticking to the door to listen for a moment. It seemed very quiet inside because it was on the second floor, outside there was an extra platform, so he climbed onto the window of this room through the platform and looked inside.