Chapter Seventeen: Return to the Ancient Castle (Three)

  That figure was naturally Zhang Fan.

  What Zhang Fan just did looked simple, but was actually extremely risky. First, he changed the density of the air between the two people, making it produce a slight refraction like glass, so that the light that wouldn't normally shine directly on them flashed in their eyes for an instant. After attracting their attention, he took advantage of the moment they turned their heads to pass through their line of sight.

  After making sure it was secure, Zhang Fan couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief in his heart. He chose this place for two reasons: first, there were only two people here, and they were out of sight of others; second, this place just happened to be not far from the window of the female count's room.

  The front door was something he didn't dare to walk through, no matter what. If he really walked through the front door, who knows how many people would be waiting in the hall after barely sneaking past the police? What if he thought he had snuck in unnoticed, only to find dozens of eyes staring at him? That would be a huge joke.

  Gently digging into the wall seams, Zhang Fan was like a large black gecko, slowly crawling on the wall. Fortunately, although the female countess had made considerable modernization to the interior of the ancient castle, she still tried her best to maintain its original appearance - even if she were all-powerful, she wouldn't dare to do something as outrageous as changing the exterior of a historical relic. After all, she couldn't make things difficult for her friends in government departments - so Zhang Fan was able to find many places to grab onto and step on.

  This is really a display of skill, Zhang Fan was silently and quietly moving, although the movement seemed not far, but it seemed to be in the blink of an eye that he arrived under the window of the countess. Zhang Fan slowly exhaled, then used his left hand to support his body, and his right hand stuck to the window glass.

  The countess's room glass had been broken by him before, so even if it was replaced, it would not be as solid as the original one. This kind of glass needs to be customized in advance, where can you find it at this time? Moreover, the countess is already dead, and such a luxurious consumption, probably no one has the mind to do it.

  "By the way, the countess is also dead, how come those two didn't mention it?" Zhang Fan suddenly felt something was off. Logically speaking, the countess could be considered a public figure, with some social influence, although not as much as Muhammad and Xi Yada, but definitely worth mentioning. Why did those two mention Muhammad and Xi Yada's deaths, but not a word about the countess' death? "Is it because their status is too low, so they don't know about the countess' death?" But this doesn't make sense either, the countess' status is much lower than Muhammad and Xi Yada, her death wouldn't have had much impact, since Muhammad and Xi Yada's deaths were known to those below them, it doesn't make sense that the countess' death was kept from them.

  "Whatever, doesn't matter!" Zhang Fan thought for half a day and still couldn't figure out the reason, so he simply stopped thinking about it and directly reached out to feel around on the glass.

  As expected, Zhang Fan lightly touched it and felt the difference. After feeling around, he fixed his hand on a piece of glass with a distinct texture in the left corner, took a light breath, and pushed and pulled with the palm of his hand. The glass cracked open silently, but did not fall off.

  He looked at his masterpiece, smiled with satisfaction, and waved his hand lightly. The shattered glass surprisingly fell into his hands intact, then silently turned into powder and disappeared in the snowy wind.

  These few moves were a perfect combination of Zhang Fan's internal family skills and superpowers, an attempt he had never tried before, which made him feel slightly proud in his heart.

  Since there was already an entrance, Zhang Fan didn't hesitate and flashed into the dark window in an instant.

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  The decorations in the room were still the same as they were when he last came, and with his keen sense of smell, Zhang Fan even discovered that the valuable walnut wood door with the most advanced anti-theft lock, which he had broken the hinge off, hadn't been repaired. Moreover, not only was there no one guarding the room, but also there weren't many police officers standing guard in the corridor outside the room, which was vastly different from what he had imagined - a strict and heavily guarded scene with guards stationed every three to five steps.

  "What's going on here?" Zhang Fan was stunned, and things were getting stranger and stranger! Moreover, this situation made him roughly have an idea: it's possible that in some people's eyes, the death of the female count and the deaths of the other two people are completely different in nature. So the deaths of Muhammad and Xi Yada can be known to others - maybe they were originally meant to be known, while the death of the female count is not allowed to be known!

  The death of the female count was originally full of doubts, and even Zhang Fan had suspicions about the identity of the female count at first. He didn't want to get involved in the political intrigue, so he retreated from it. Now that he thinks back on it carefully, there must be a complex relationship between the female count and the organization responsible for Long Yi's disappearance. It's possible that this female count was actually a member of that mysterious organization! That's why they wouldn't allow her death to be known by others: if she had died, an autopsy would have been necessary, and the bizarre circumstances of her death might not withstand scrutiny.

  Zhang Fan thought that it was possible, the female count came out and seemed to be rich beyond compare, as if she had an endless supply of money behind her. However, when it came to the source of her own wealth, she never wanted to let anyone know. —— Since the advent of modern communication tools, the world has become smaller. In the 19th century, the story of Count Monte Cristo could still happen, but now, as soon as you tell a lie, someone might go and verify it within five minutes. So, when the female count couldn't explain the source of her wealth, she chose to remain silent, which was actually the most correct choice.

  The countess's life can be said to be truly "extravagant", even ordinary rich people can't live a life like hers. Some people have even said that the countess's days are not comparable to those of a small country's royalty. Such a large sum of money would deplete even a mountain of gold. However, if this mysterious organization has been supporting the countess's expenses all along, everything can be explained.

  But now a new question has arisen: the death of the countess, did these police officers really not know about it or was it covered up by their superiors? If they really didn't know, then on that day when people rushed into the room and saw the countess dead, there weren't just one or two people. Did all these people form a united front to collectively deceive the police? If it was covered up by their superiors, then why, for what purpose? Boggi is naturally the first person worthy of suspicion, but can he alone cover up the truth and deceive so many people from top to bottom?

  Or, the so-called instructor of this rapid reaction police force was actually also a person from that mysterious organization, or had already been bought off by them? Otherwise, why is the surveillance on this side of Countess's room so lax? Zhang Fan just used his superpower to detect it, and found that the defense in other places in the ancient castle was not as slack as this side.

  However, this is not unexplainable - there are people elsewhere, and those guests still linger in the ancient castle without leaving - so naturally, vigilance will be relaxed a bit. This room is empty, and under the surveillance of closed-circuit television, it doesn't need to be too tightly guarded either.

  "Anyway, let's take a look first!" Zhang Fan shook his head, regardless of the reason, the defense here was relatively relaxed, which was absolutely good news for him. Zhang Fan seemed like a ghost, floating towards the bathroom connected to the room.

  Longyi's words had been stuck in Zhang Fan's heart like a thorn, leaving him with a huge question mark hanging over his head. —— Longyi saw something terrifying in the bathroom, which had such a profound impact on him that it created cracks in the heart of this top-notch special agent, who was as solid as a rock, and was even locked by someone with a logical lock, so that whenever he thought of this thing, he would involuntarily lose his mind.

  It's undeniable that Zhang Fan also broke a sweat when he pushed the bathroom door open. Although Long Yi's mental strength couldn't compare to his own, its intensity was not much different from his own. If it could terrify Long Yi to such an extent, would it have an equally massive impact on himself?

  If it is like that, I am afraid I will end up with the same fate as Long Yi!

  "Can't afford to think about that anymore!" Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pushed the bathroom door open!