Chapter Twenty: The Incident Occurs

  Li Tongtong burst out laughing and said with a wave of his hand: "Good, really good. Your way of handling cases has really opened my eyes. With just one blow from your two mouths, you've turned me into a criminal? I really want to remind you, oh, it should be you, if I stay here for more than two hours, you will have to endure some things that you shouldn't and don't want to."

  Xiao Feng tilted his head, pointed to the files and said: "Actually, we've known who the murderer is for a long time. But do you know why we still went all the way to America? For evidence, haha... actually, in my opinion, it's not necessary to have any evidence at all."

  Forget it, since we've all gotten what we wanted, I'll say something and you can come listen.

  It's simple, these two murder cases a year apart are both connected by you.

  What's the goal? The goal is even simpler: money.

  This area is a slum... well, you could say that maybe a few years ago some company thought they had control over the traffic and industry chain around here, and it would just disappear on its own.

  But you rich people won't understand, we may be poor, but we are the heavenly dynasty's people, we won't starve ourselves to death, our diligence is beyond your imagination.

  In this city, there is no one who cannot make a living... Hehe, although there are many complaints.

  So here it is not eliminated, but rather more and more self-contained system.

  Some people got anxious.

  Who?

  Does it still need me to say? In this northern 7 or 8 kilometers place, isn't there a newly built huge residential area?

  The name is not bad, called 'Ri Yue Xing Cheng', very domineering.

  Unfortunately... after five or six years, it only has a 'moon', forming a semicircle, surrounding a suburban area.

  Due to the geographical location and traffic isolation of 'Hell Well', it was actually 'Sun Moon Star City' that strangled its own development.

  So they had to find a way to buy the 'Well of Hell'.

  The owner of the Hell's Well also wanted to sell it off, but... hehe, that's tens of thousands of residents.

  It is said that poor mountains and evil waters produce outlaws.

  It's not that they are being unreasonable, but because they have too little. This small place is all they have; if it's taken away, it's like taking their lives.

  Likewise, because there are fewer things, you will even risk your own life for values that may seem worthless to you.

  Look, there's a record here, the owner tried to take it back with more than six methods, but all failed, and even... haha, some dark forces were used, but the outcome is... facing public outrage, they are just louder soft-boiled eggs.

  Afterwards, they, who had no other choice, had already prepared the 'Hell Well' to be built into their 'Sun', finally found you.

  Hehe, I have to say, you're very clever, knowing how to strike at the root of the problem.

  But you have been living in high places for too long, too comfortably, and have forgotten the hardships that ordinary people can endure.

  You think that a single case of a brutal massacre like the one by ghosts would scare all the residents, but you're wrong. They are scared, but not scared enough to leave their homes.

  Compared to their fear of ghosts and gods, they are more afraid that they themselves have no tiles on their roof to keep out the rain, no walls to block the wind. This... is his mother's good-looking home!

  Who would be afraid of their own home?!!

  Are you an idiot?!

  Oh, haha, sorry, I got a bit excited.

  As for evidence, you are too confident because no one will investigate in other directions or think that this place is a lawless zone, and no one will be so enthusiastic about investigating.

  But you were wrong again, so you not only left behind the US bank's transfer records, which clearly marked your name.

  Moreover... they repeated their previous crimes again, trying as much as possible to link this matter with ghostly murders.

  It looks perfect on the surface, but it's full of flaws, don't you think?

  Let me teach you a lesson, in this world, only crimes that are completely unreasonable and unprofitable can be perfect. As for you... haha, you're just a piece of cake!

  But anyway, I still have a small question, since the ghost's trick has already lost its effect, why... do you want to use it again?

  Xiao Feng finished speaking and quietly looked at Li Tongtong with a tilted head, full of playful teasing and puzzlement.

  Li Tongtong's eyelids twitched violently a few times.

  He suddenly leaned back in his chair, let out a cold laugh and said: "Please, just based on this elaborate story you've made up, and that... thing that can barely be considered evidence, you think you can convict me? I'm afraid it's not enough."

  Xiao Feng smiled and shook his head, saying: "I'm also asking you, have you been watching too much TV? Or... have you spent too long abroad? Here... this is China! We talk about evidence, but we won't limit ourselves to having to find the murderer, having to find a connection with the murder weapon, or... not necessarily needing ironclad evidence. We... have a good atmosphere!"

  You're pretty good, you're very calm.

  But do you think those people you helped would have your kind of spirit?

  Just bring that builder here, and I bet you he'll get everything out of you in less than half an hour.

  Law?

  "Hmph, those nouveau riche don't know anything!"

  At this point, Li Tongtong was no longer so calm.

  His face changed color.

  Because he knew that Xiaofeng was right in every way.

  They are a group of wine bags and rice sacks worn out by the prosperous world, usually one more cunning than the other, and 180 ordinary people can't catch up with them.

  But when it comes to life and death, they are so weak that they don't even have the backbone of a little kid.

  Li Tongtong gritted his teeth and suddenly smiled.

  *Sigh* "The reason I'm doing this ghostly murder again is because... I don't want to admit my own failure. I think this method isn't bad, the first time it failed was just... not enough force, maybe if we make it more severe the second time, there might be an unexpected effect."

  As soon as these words were spoken...

  The case is settled.

  This is equivalent to pleading guilty.

  Xiao Feng slightly raised the corner of his mouth, didn't say a single extra word, and with a "pa" sound, once again patted those documents. Then he stood up, pulled his sister along, and walked out.

  The remaining moon asked strangely: "How... are you leaving now?"

  Xiao Feng spread his hands and said, "What else can we do if we don't leave? The case has been solved, but... hehe, look at that guy's expression. If you want to convict him, I'm afraid there will be more twists and turns. Those things are not what we ordinary people need to worry about."

  He said what he thought in his heart.

  Because he knew 'yōu guǐ'.

  Or... it's called 'ghost'.

  This is a group of real ghosts.

  They are warriors and the best warriors in the world.

  But it doesn't just refer to military force, but rather wisdom and strategy.

  A few people, or even one man, is all a battlefield is.

  Fought across the entire world, achieving countless great merits for the Heavenly Dynasty.

  In simpler terms.

  They are 'spies'.

  But there are some differences, because what they do is often not about getting information and data, but rather... 'inducing' and 'controlling'.

  Silently and imperceptibly, the entire world situation becomes favorable to the Heavenly Dynasty.

  On the surface it seems very abstract, but in reality, it's actually quite concrete and infuriating.

  These people are gray people.

  Operating on the edge of the law, taking risks beyond common sense, and enjoying rights beyond the ordinary.

  Li Tongtong... whether or not he's a 'ghost', that's still debatable, but regardless, Xiaofeng doesn't want to get involved in this mess.

  And... actually, he doesn't even have the qualifications to participate in it.

  Accompanied by the remaining moonlight, they had a late lunch.

  Xiao Feng was sent back to prison again.

  It wasn't until 9 o'clock in the evening that the director personally came to the prison and handed Xiaofeng a piece of paper.

  He said, "Sign it, after you sign this document, no one in the world should be able to see it again. However, you have indeed been granted a reduced sentence. The incident where you injured someone while you were here has been written off, and I've also instructed the warden to give you better treatment... Hehe, actually, I'm quite envious of you. Apart from not being able to move around freely, it's incredibly relaxing. Actually... isn't it the same as all the wealthy and influential people in this world?

  Trapped in a small space, enjoying what is called life, but forgetting that humans need most, forever is freedom.

  Xiao Feng took over the pen and paper, without looking at the content, and directly signed his own name.

  "Hey, are you comforting me or mocking me?"

  The director shrugged and said: "You can understand this as envy, jealousy and hatred."

  "Hahaha!"

  The two of them exchanged a smile.

  Xiao Feng sat back on his own bed, and the director left the prison.

  As for the previous case, both of them seemed to have forgotten it, without mentioning a single word.

  ……

  In the next two days, Xiaofeng constantly compared the painting with the copper ball in his hand.

  What excited him was that this painting was actually the original full-text version of the pattern on the bronze ball.

  Out of curiosity, Xiaofeng took down the painting from the frame.

  But it turned out that it was neither paper nor fabric, nor anything like leather.

  But it's just this one, soft, tough, stretched endlessly, without even a slight deformation.

  Xiao Feng was very curious about the material of this thing.

  I wanted to ask that cheap master about the opportunity, but after thinking about it, I gave up. She has so many secrets, and if I don't have some secrets of my own, won't I seem a bit weak?

  ……

  It was just two days later on this day.

  In the morning, six o'clock.

  Something's happened.

  All TV channels in the city suddenly flickered a few times, turned into snowflakes, stretched out, and a half-length silhouette appeared.

  He calmly told the whole city in a loud voice that there was a message.

  It's as if saying "it's going to rain today" with a tone of complete normalcy.

  But it was a death notice for everyone.

  Some people believe it, some are terrified, some are skeptical, and others scoff at it.

  But almost everyone immediately took out their mobile phones, constantly asking the "capable people" or police they knew, as well as TV stations, whether the information appearing on TV was true or false.

  Seven o'clock in the morning.

  Xiao Feng was still hugging the copper ball in a "beautiful woman's lateral position" when the director stood in front of his cell.

  He said in a low voice: "Xiaofeng, I need... no, the country needs your help." Li Tongtong burst out laughing and spread his hands, saying: "Good, really good. Your way of handling cases has really opened my eyes. With just two mouths talking back and forth, you've already made me a criminal? I really want to remind you, oh, it should be you, if I stay here for more than two hours, you will have to bear some things that you shouldn't and don't want to bear."

  Xiao Feng tilted his head, pointed to the files and said: "Actually, we've known who the murderer is for a long time. But do you know why we still had to make a special trip to the US? For evidence, haha... actually, in my opinion, no evidence was needed."

  Forget it, since we've all gotten what we wanted, I'll say something and you can come listen.

  It's simple, these two murder cases a year apart are both connected through you.

  What's the goal? The goal is even simpler, it's money.

  This area is a slum... well, you could say that maybe a few years ago some company thought they controlled the traffic and industry chain around here, and it would just disappear on its own.

  But you rich people won't understand, we may be poor, but we are the heavenly dynasty's people, we won't starve ourselves to death, our diligence is beyond your imagination.

  In this city, there is no one who cannot make a living... Hehe, although there are many complaints.

  So here it is not eliminated, but rather more and more self-contained system.

  Some people got anxious.

  Who?

  Does it still need me to say? In this northern 7 or 8 kilometers place, isn't there a newly built huge residential area?

  The name is not bad, called 'Ri Yue Xing Cheng', very domineering.

  Unfortunately... after five or six years, it only has a 'moon', forming a semicircle, surrounding a suburban area.

  Due to the geographical location and traffic isolation of 'Hell Well', it was actually 'Sun Moon Star City' that strangled its own development.

  So they had to find a way to buy the 'Hell Well'.

  The owner of the Hell's Well also wanted to sell it, but... haha, there are tens of thousands of residents.

  It is said that poor mountains and evil waters produce wicked people.

  It's not that they are being unreasonable, but because they have too little. This small place is all they have; if it's taken away, it's like taking their lives.

  Likewise, because there are fewer things, you will even risk your own life for values that may seem worthless to you.

  Look, there's a record here. The owner tried to take this place back with more than six methods, but they all failed. Even... haha, some dark forces were used, but the outcome was just... facing public outrage, they're just louder-voiced soft eggs.

  Afterwards, they who had no other choice had already prepared the 'Hell Well' to be built into their 'Sun', and finally found you.

  Hehe, I have to say, you're very clever, knowing how to strike at the root of the problem once and for all.

  But you have been living in high places for too long, too comfortably, and have forgotten the hardships that ordinary people can endure.

  You think that a single case of a brutal massacre like the one with the ghosts would scare all the residents, but you're wrong. They are scared, but not scared enough to leave their homes.

  Compared to their fear of ghosts and gods, they are more afraid that they themselves have no tiles on their heads to keep out the rain, no walls to block the wind. This... is his mother's home!

  Who would be afraid of their own home?!!

  Are you an idiot?!

  Oh, haha, sorry, I got a bit excited.

  As for evidence, you are too confident because no one will investigate in other directions or think that this place is a lawless zone, and no one will be so enthusiastic about investigating.

  But you were wrong again, so you not only left behind the US bank's transfer records, which clearly marked your name.

  Moreover... they repeated their previous crimes again, trying as much as possible to link this matter with ghostly murders.

  It looks perfect on the surface, but it's full of flaws, don't you think?

  Let me teach you a lesson, in this world, only crimes that are completely unreasonable and unprofitable can be perfect. As for you... haha, you're just a piece of cake!

  But then again, I still have a small doubt, since the ghost's trick has already lost its effect, why... do you want to use it one more time?

  Xiao Feng finished speaking and quietly looked at Li Tongtong with a tilted head, full of playful teasing and puzzlement.

  Li Tongtong's eyelids twitched violently several times.

  He suddenly leaned back in his chair, let out a cold laugh and said: "Please, just based on this elaborate story you've fabricated, as well as that... thing that can barely be considered evidence, you think you can convict me? I'm afraid it's not enough."

  Xiao Feng smiled and shook his head, saying: "I'm also asking you, have you watched too much TV? Or... have you been abroad for too long? Here... is the Heavenly Dynasty! We talk about evidence, but we won't limit ourselves to having to find the murderer, having to find a linked murder weapon, or saying... it's not necessary to use ironclad evidence. We... have momentum!"

  You're pretty good, you're very calm and collected.

  But do you think those people you helped would have your guts?

  Just bring that builder here, and I bet you he'll get everything out of you in less than half an hour.

  Law?

  "Hmph, those nouveau riche don't know a thing!"

  At this point, Li Tongtong was no longer so calm.

  His face changed color.

  Because he knew that Xiaofeng was right in every way.

  They are a group of wine bags and rice sacks worn out by the prosperous world, usually one more cunning than the other, and 180 ordinary people can't catch up with them.

  But when it comes to life and death, they are so weak that they don't even have the backbone of a little kid.

  Li Tongtong gritted his teeth hard and suddenly burst out laughing.

  *Sigh* "The reason I'm doing this ghostly murder again is because... I don't want to admit my own failure. I think this method isn't bad, the first time it failed was just... not enough force, maybe if we make it more severe the second time, there will be unexpected effects."

  As soon as these words were spoken...

  The case is settled.

  This is equivalent to pleading guilty.

  Xiao Feng slightly raised the corner of his mouth, didn't say a single extra word, and with a "pa" sound, once again patted those documents. Then he stood up, pulled his sister, and walked out.

  "The remaining moon asked strangely: 'How... are you leaving now?'"

  Xiao Feng spread his hands and said, "What else can we do if we don't leave? The case has been solved, but... hehe, look at that guy's expression. To convict him of a crime will probably require more twists and turns. Those things are not what we ordinary people need to worry about."

  He said what he thought in his heart.

  Because he knew 'yōu guǐ'.

  Or... it's called 'ghost'.

  This is a group of real ghosts.

  They are warriors and the best warriors in the world.

  But it doesn't just refer to brute force, but rather wisdom and strategy.

  A few people, or even one soldier, is an entire battlefield.

  Fought across the entire world, achieving countless great merits for the Heavenly Dynasty.

  In simpler terms.

  They are 'spies'.

  But there are some differences, because what they often do is not to obtain information and materials, but to 'induce' and 'control'.

  Silently and imperceptibly, the entire world situation becomes favorable to the Heavenly Dynasty.

  On the surface it seems very abstract, but in reality, it's actually quite concrete and infuriating.

  These people are gray people.

  Operating on the edge of the law, taking risks beyond common sense, and enjoying rights beyond the ordinary.

  Li Tongtong... whether he is a 'ghost' or not, that's still debatable, but regardless of what he is, Xiaofeng doesn't want to get involved.

  And... actually, he doesn't even have the qualifications to participate in it at all.

  Accompanied by the remaining moonlight, they had a late lunch.

  Xiao Feng was sent back to prison again.

  It wasn't until 9 o'clock in the evening that the director personally came to the prison and handed Xiaofeng a piece of paper.

  He said, "Sign it, after you sign this document, no one in the world should be able to see it again. However, you have indeed been granted a reduced sentence. The incident where you injured someone here has been written off, and I've also instructed the warden to give you better treatment... Hehe, actually, I'm quite envious of you. Apart from not being able to move around freely, life is extremely leisurely. Actually... isn't it the same as all the wealthy and influential people in this world?

  Trapped in a small space, enjoying what is called life, but forgetting that humans need most, forever is freedom.

  Xiao Feng took over the pen and paper, without looking at the content, and directly signed his own name.

  "Hey, are you comforting me or mocking me?"

  The director shrugged and said: "You can understand this as envy, jealousy and hatred."

  "Hahaha!"

  The two of them exchanged a smile.

  Xiao Feng sat back on his own bed, and the director left the prison.

  As for the previous case, both of them seemed to have forgotten it, without mentioning a single word.

  ……

  In the next two days, Xiaofeng constantly compared the painting with the copper ball in his hand.

  What excited him was that this painting was actually a better-looking version of the pattern on the copper ball.

  Out of curiosity, Xiaofeng took down the painting from the frame.

  But it turned out that it was neither paper nor fabric, nor anything like leather.

  But it's just this one, soft, tough, stretched endlessly, without even a slight deformation.

  Xiao Feng was very curious about the material of this thing.

  I wanted to ask that cheap master about the opportunity, but after thinking about it, I gave up. She has so many secrets, and if I don't have some secrets of my own, won't I seem a bit weak?

  ……

  It was just two days later on this day.

  In the morning, six o'clock.

  Something's happened.

  All TV channels in the city suddenly flickered a few times, turned into snowflakes, stretched out, and a half-length silhouette appeared.

  He calmly told the entire city in a loud voice that there was a message.

  It's as if saying "it's going to rain today" with a tone of complete normalcy.

  But it was a death notice for everyone.

  Some people believe it, some are terrified, some are skeptical, and others scoff at it.

  But almost everyone immediately took out their mobile phones, constantly asking the "capable people" or police they knew, as well as TV stations, whether the information appearing on TV was true or false.

  Seven o'clock in the morning.

  Xiao Feng was still hugging the copper ball in a "beautiful woman's lateral position" when the director stood in front of his cell, looking good.

  He said in a low voice: "Xiaofeng, I need... no, the country needs your help." Li Tongtong burst out laughing and spread his hands, saying: "Good, really good. Your way of handling cases has really opened my eyes. With just two mouths talking back and forth, you've already made me a criminal? I really want to remind you, oh, it should be you, if I stay here for more than two hours, you will have to bear some things that you shouldn't and don't want to bear."

  Xiao Feng tilted his head, pointed to the files and said: "Actually, we've known who the murderer is for a long time. But do you know why we still had to make a special trip to the US? For evidence, haha... actually, in my opinion, no evidence was needed."

  Forget it, since we've all gotten what we wanted, I'll say something and you can come listen.

  It's simple, these two murder cases a year apart are both connected by you.

  What's the goal? The goal is even simpler: money.

  This area is a slum... well, you could say that maybe a few years ago some company thought they controlled the traffic and industry chain around here, and it would just disappear on its own.

  But you rich people won't understand, we may be poor, but we are the heavenly dynasty's people, we won't starve ourselves to death, our diligence is beyond your imagination.

  In this city, there is no one who cannot make a living... Hehe, although there are many complaints.

  So here it is not eliminated, but rather more and more self-contained system.

  Some people got anxious.

  Who?

  Does it still need me to say? In this northern 7 or 8 kilometers place, isn't there a newly built huge residential area?

  The name is not bad, called 'Ri Yue Xing Cheng', very domineering.

  Unfortunately... after five or six years, it only has a 'moon', forming a semicircle, surrounding a suburban area.

  Due to the geographical location and traffic isolation of 'Hell Well', it was actually 'Sun Moon Star City' that strangled its own development.

  So they had to find a way to buy the 'Hell Well'.

  The owner of the Hell's Well also wanted to sell it off, but... hehe, that's tens of thousands of residents.

  It is said that poor mountains and evil waters produce wicked people.

  It's not that they are being unreasonable, but because they have too little. This small place is all they have; if it's taken away, it's like taking their lives.

  Likewise, because of the scarcity of things, you will even risk your own lives for values that may seem worthless to you.

  Look, there's a record here. The owner tried to take this place back with more than six methods, but all failed. Even... haha, some dark forces were used, but the outcome was... facing public outrage, they were just louder-voiced soft eggs.

  Afterwards, they who had no other choice had already prepared the 'Hell Well' to be built into their 'Sun', and finally found you.

  Hehe, I have to say, you're very clever, knowing how to come up with a plan to drain the water from the bottom of the cauldron.

  But you have been living in high places for too long, too comfortably, and have forgotten the hardships that ordinary people can endure.

  You think that a single case of a brutal massacre like the one by ghosts would scare all the residents, but you're wrong. They are scared, but not scared enough to leave their homes.

  Compared to their fear of ghosts and gods, they are more afraid that they themselves have no tiles on their heads to keep out the rain, no walls to block the wind. This... is his mother's home!

  Who would be afraid of their own home? Entirely!

  Are you an idiot?!

  Oh, haha, sorry, I got a bit excited.

  As for evidence, you are too confident because no one will investigate in other directions or think that this place is a lawless zone, and no one will be so enthusiastic about investigating.

  But you were wrong again, so you not only left behind the US bank's transfer records, which clearly marked your name.

  Moreover... they repeated their previous crimes and tried as much as possible to link this matter with ghostly murders.

  It looks perfect on the surface, but it's full of flaws, don't you think?

  Let me teach you a lesson, in this world, only crimes that are completely unreasonable and unprofitable can be perfect. As for you... haha, you're just a piece of cake!

  But anyway, I still have a small question, since the ghost's trick has already lost its effect, why... do you want to use it again?

  Xiao Feng finished speaking and quietly looked at Li Tongtong with a tilted head, full of playful teasing and puzzlement.

  Li Tongtong's eyelids twitched violently several times.

  He suddenly leaned back in his chair, let out a cold laugh and said: "Please, just based on this elaborate story you've made up, and that... thing that can barely be considered evidence, you think you can convict me? I'm afraid it's not enough."

  Xiao Feng smiled and shook his head, saying: "I'm also asking you, have you watched too much TV? Or... have you been abroad for too long? Here... is the Heavenly Dynasty! We talk about evidence, but we won't limit ourselves to having to find the murderer, having to find a linked murder weapon, or saying... it's not necessary to use ironclad evidence. We... have momentum!"

  You're pretty good, you're very calm.

  But do you think those people you helped would have your kind of spirit?

  Just get that builder over here and see if he can't get everything out of you in under half an hour.

  Law?

  "Hmph, those nouveau riche don't understand anything at all!"

  At this point, Li Tongtong was no longer so calm.

  His face changed color.

  Because he knew that Xiaofeng was right in every way.

  They are a group of wine bags and rice sacks worn out by the prosperous world, usually one more cunning than the other, and 180 ordinary people can't catch up with them.

  But when it comes to life and death, they are so weak that they don't even have the backbone of a little kid.

  He gritted his teeth and suddenly smiled, Li Tongtong.

  *Sigh* "The reason I'm doing this ghostly murder again is because... I don't want to admit my own failure. I think this method isn't bad, the first time it failed was just... not enough force, maybe if we make it more severe the second time, there will be unexpected effects."

  As soon as these words were spoken...

  The case is settled.

  This is equivalent to pleading guilty.

  Xiao Feng slightly raised the corner of his mouth, didn't say a single extra word, and with a "pa" sound, once again patted those documents. Then he stood up, pulled his sister along, and walked out.

  "The remaining moon asked strangely: 'How... are you leaving now?'"

  Xiao Feng spread his hands and said, "What else can we do if we don't leave? The case has been solved, but... hehe, look at that guy's expression. To convict him of a crime, I'm afraid there will be more twists and turns. And those things are not what we ordinary people need to worry about."

  He said what he thought in his heart.

  Because he knew 'yōu guǐ'.

  Or... it's called 'ghost'.

  This is a group of real ghosts.

  They are warriors and the best warriors in the world.

  But it doesn't just refer to brute force, but rather wisdom and strategy.

  A few people, or even one man, is all a battlefield is.

  Fought across the entire world, achieving countless great merits for the Heavenly Dynasty.

  In simpler terms.

  They are 'spies'.

  But there are also some differences, because what they often do is not to obtain information and materials, but to 'induce' and 'control'.

  Silently and imperceptibly, the entire world situation becomes favorable to the Heavenly Dynasty.

  On the surface it seems very abstract, but in reality, it's actually quite concrete and infuriating.

  These people are gray people.

  Operating on the edge of the law, taking risks beyond common sense, and enjoying rights beyond the ordinary.

  Li Tongtong... whether he is a 'ghost' or not, that's still debatable, but regardless of what he is, Xiaofeng doesn't want to get involved.

  Moreover... actually, he doesn't even have the qualifications to participate in it.

  Accompanied by the remaining moonlight, they had a late lunch.

  Xiao Feng was sent back to prison again.

  It wasn't until 9 o'clock in the evening that the director personally came to the prison and handed Xiaofeng a piece of paper.

  He said, "Sign it, after you sign this document, no one in the world should be able to see it again. However, you have indeed been granted a reduced sentence. The incident where you injured someone here has been written off, and I've also instructed the warden to give you better treatment... Hehe, actually, I'm quite envious of you. Apart from not being able to move around freely, life is extremely leisurely. Actually... isn't it the same as all the wealthy and influential people in this world?

  Trapped in a small space, enjoying what is called life, but forgetting that humans need most, forever is freedom.

  Xiao Feng took over the pen and paper, without looking at the content, and directly signed his own name.

  "Hey, are you comforting me or mocking me?"

  The director shrugged and said: "You can understand this as envy, jealousy and hatred."

  "Hahaha!"

  The two of them exchanged a smile.

  Xiao Feng sat back on his own bed, and the director left the prison.

  As for the previous case, both of them seemed to have forgotten it, without mentioning a single word.

  ……

  In the next two days, Xiaofeng constantly compared the painting with the copper ball in his hand.

  What excited him was that this painting was actually the original version of the pattern on the copper ball.

  Out of curiosity, Xiaofeng took down the painting from the frame to take a closer look.

  But it turned out that it was neither paper nor fabric, nor anything like leather.

  But it's just this one, soft, tough, stretched endlessly, without even a slight deformation.

  Xiao Feng was very curious about the material of this thing.

  I wanted to ask that cheap master about the opportunity, but after thinking about it, I gave up. She has so many secrets, and if I don't have some secrets of my own, won't I seem a bit weak?

  ……

  It was just two days later on this day.

  In the morning, six o'clock.

  Something's happened.

  All TV channels in the city suddenly flickered a few times, turned into snowflakes, stretched out, and a half-length silhouette appeared.

  He calmly told the entire city in a loud voice.

  It's as if saying "it's going to rain today" with a tone of complete normalcy.

  But it was a death notice for everyone.

  Some people believe it, some are terrified of it, some are skeptical about it, and others scorn it.

  But almost everyone immediately took out their mobile phones, constantly asking the "capable people" or police they knew, as well as TV stations, whether the information appearing on TV was true or false.

  Seven o'clock in the morning.

  Xiao Feng was still hugging the copper ball in a "beautiful woman's sleeping" pose when the director stood in front of his cell.

  He said in a low voice: "Xiaofeng, I need... no, the country needs your help." Li Tongtong burst out laughing and spread his hands, saying: "Good, really good. Your way of handling cases has really opened my eyes. With just two mouths talking back and forth, you've already made me a criminal? I really want to remind you, oh, it should be you, if I stay here for more than two hours, you will have to bear some things that you shouldn't and don't want to bear."

  Xiao Feng tilted his head, pointed to the files and said: "Actually, we've known who the murderer is for a long time, but do you know why we still had to make a special trip to the US? For evidence, haha... actually, in my opinion, no evidence is needed at all."

  Forget it, since we've all gotten what we wanted, I'll say something and you can come listen.

  It's simple, these two murder cases a year apart are both connected by you.

  What's the goal? The goal is even simpler: money.

  This area is a slum... well, you could say that maybe a few years ago some company thought they controlled the traffic and industry chain around here, and it would just disappear on its own.

  But you rich people won't understand, we may be poor, but we are the heavenly dynasty's people, we won't starve ourselves to death, our diligence is beyond your imagination.

  In this city, there is no one who cannot make a living... Hehe, although there are many complaints.

  So here it is not eliminated, but rather more and more self-contained system.

  Some people got anxious.

  Who?

  Does it still need me to say? In this northern 7 or 8 kilometers place, isn't there a newly built huge residential area?

  The name is not bad, called 'Ri Yue Xing Cheng', looks very domineering.

  Unfortunately... after five or six years, it only has a 'moon', forming a semicircle, surrounding a piece of suburban land.

  Due to the geographical location and traffic isolation of 'Hell Well', it was actually 'Sun Moon Star City' that strangled its own development.

  So they had to think of a way to buy the 'Well of Hell'.

  The owner of the Hell's Well also wanted to sell it off, but... hehe, that's tens of thousands of residents.

  It is said that poor mountains and evil waters produce outlaws.

  It's not that they are being unreasonable, but because they have too little. This small place is all they have, and if it's taken away, it's like taking their lives.

  Likewise, because of the scarcity of things, you will even risk your own lives for values that may seem worthless to you.

  Look, there's a record here, the owner tried to take it back with more than six methods, but all failed, and even... haha, some black forces were used, but the result is... facing public anger, they are just louder soft-boiled eggs.

  Afterwards, they who had no other choice had already prepared the 'Hell Well' to be built into their 'Sun', finally found you.

  Hehe, I have to say, you're very clever, knowing how to come and pull out the roots once.

  But you have been living in high places for too long, too comfortably, and have forgotten the hardships that ordinary people can endure.

  You think that a single case of a brutal massacre like the one by ghosts would scare all the residents, but you're wrong. They are scared, but not scared enough to leave their homes.

  Compared to their fear of ghosts and gods, they are more afraid that they themselves have no tiles on their heads to keep out the rain, no walls to block the wind. This... is his mother's home!

  Who would be afraid of their own home?!!

  Are you an idiot? Entirely!

  Oh, haha, sorry, I got a bit excited.

  As for evidence, you are too confident because no one will investigate in other directions or think that this place is a lawless zone, and no one will be so enthusiastic about investigating.

  But you were wrong again, so you not only left behind the US bank's transfer records, which clearly marked your name.

  Moreover... they repeated their previous crimes and tried as much as possible to link this matter with ghostly murders.

  It looks perfect on the surface, but it's full of flaws, don't you think?

  Let me teach you a lesson, in this world, only crimes that are completely unreasonable and unprofitable can be perfect. As for you... haha, you're just a piece of cake!

  But anyway, I still have a small question, since the ghost's trick has already lost its effect, why... do you want to use it again?

  Xiao Feng finished speaking and quietly looked at Li Tongtong with a tilted head, full of playful teasing and puzzlement.

  Li Tongtong's eyelids twitched violently several times.

  He suddenly leaned back in his chair, let out a cold laugh and said: "Please, just based on this elaborate story you've fabricated, as well as that... thing that can barely be considered evidence, you think you can convict me? I'm afraid it's not enough."

  Xiao Feng smiled and shook his head, saying: "I'm also asking you, have you watched too much TV? Or... have you been abroad for too long? Here... is the Heavenly Dynasty! We talk about evidence, but we won't limit ourselves to having to find the murderer, having to find a linked murder weapon, or saying... it's not necessary to use ironclad evidence. We... have momentum!"

  You're pretty good, you're very calm.

  But do you think those people you helped would have your kind of temperament?

  Just bring that builder here, and I bet you he'll get everything out of you in less than half an hour.

  Law?

  "Hmph, those nouveau riche don't understand anything at all!"

  At this point, Li Tongtong was no longer so calm.

  His face changed color.

  Because he knew that Xiaofeng was right in every way.

  They are a group of wine bags and rice sacks worn out by the prosperous world, usually one more cunning than the other, and 180 ordinary people can't catch up with them.

  But when it comes to life and death, they are so weak that they don't even have the backbone of a small kid.

  Li Tongtong gritted his teeth and suddenly smiled.

  *Sigh* "The reason I'm doing this ghostly murder again is because... I don't want to admit my own failure. I think this method isn't bad, the first time it failed was just... not enough force, maybe if we make it more severe the second time, there will be unexpected effects."

  As soon as these words were spoken...

  The case is settled.

  This is equivalent to pleading guilty.

  Xiao Feng slightly raised the corner of his mouth, didn't say a single extra word, and with a "pa" sound, once again patted those documents. Then he stood up, pulled his sister along, and walked out.

  "The remaining moon asked strangely: 'How... are you leaving now?'"

  Xiao Feng spread his hands and said, "What else can we do if we don't leave? The case has been solved, but... hehe, look at that guy's expression. To convict him of a crime will probably require more twists and turns. Those things are not what ordinary people like us need to worry about."

  He said what he thought in his heart.

  Because he knew 'yōu guǐ'.

  Or... it's called 'ghost'.

  This is a group of real ghosts.

  They are warriors and the best warriors in the world.

  But it doesn't just refer to brute force, but rather wisdom and strategy.

  A few people, or even one man, is all a battlefield.

  Fought across the entire world, establishing countless great merits for the Heavenly Dynasty.

  In simpler terms.

  They are 'spies'.

  But there are also some differences, because what they often do is not to obtain information and materials, but to 'induce' and 'control'.

  Silently and imperceptibly, the entire world situation becomes favorable to the Heavenly Dynasty.

  On the surface it seems very abstract, but in reality, it's actually quite concrete and makes people angry.

  These people are gray people.

  Operating on the edge of the law, taking risks beyond common sense, and enjoying rights beyond the ordinary.

  Li Tongtong... whether he is a 'ghost' or not, that's still debatable, but regardless of what he is, Xiaofeng doesn't want to get involved.

  And... actually, he doesn't even have the qualifications to participate in it.

  Having lunch with the disabled child on a sunny afternoon is wonderful.

  Xiao Feng was sent back to prison again.

  It wasn't until 9 o'clock in the evening that the director personally came to the prison and handed Xiaofeng a piece of paper.

  He said, "Sign it, after you sign this document, no one in the world should be able to see it again. However, you have indeed been granted a reduced sentence. The incident where you injured someone here has been written off, and I've also instructed the warden to give you better treatment... Hehe, actually, I'm quite envious of you. Apart from not being able to move around freely, life is incredibly leisurely. Isn't it just like that for all the wealthy and influential people in this world?"

  Trapped in a small space, enjoying what is called life, but forgetting that humans need most, forever is freedom.

  Xiao Feng took over the pen and paper, without looking at the content, and directly signed his own name.

  "Hey, are you comforting me or mocking me?"

  The director shrugged and said: "You can understand this as envy, jealousy and hatred."

  "Hahaha!"

  The two of them exchanged a smile.

  Xiao Feng sat back on his own bed, and the director left the prison.

  As for the previous case, both of them seemed to have forgotten it, without mentioning a single word.

  ……

  In the next two days, Xiaofeng constantly compared the painting with the copper ball in his hand.

  What excited him was that this painting was actually the original version of the pattern on the copper ball.

  Out of curiosity, Xiaofeng took down the painting from the frame.

  But it turned out that it was neither paper nor fabric, nor any kind of leather-like material.

  But it's just this one, soft, tough, stretched endlessly, without even a slight deformation.

  Xiao Feng was very curious about the material of this thing.

  I wanted to ask that cheap master about the opportunity, but after thinking about it, I gave up. She has so many secrets, and if I don't have some secrets of my own, won't I seem a bit weak?

  ……

  It was just two days later on this day.

  In the morning, six o'clock.

  Something's happened.

  All TV channels in the city suddenly flickered a few times, turned into snowflakes, stretched out, and a half-length silhouette appeared.

  He calmly told the entire city in a loud voice that there was a message.

  It's as if saying "it's going to rain today" with a tone of complete normalcy.

  But it was a death notice for everyone.

  Some people believe it, some are terrified of it, some are skeptical about it, and others scorn it.

  But almost everyone immediately took out their mobile phones, constantly asking the "capable people" or police they knew, as well as TV stations, whether the information appearing on TV was true or false.

  Seven o'clock in the morning.

  Xiao Feng was still hugging the copper ball in a "beautiful woman's lateral position" when the director stood in front of his cell.

  He said in a low voice: "Xiaofeng, I need... no, the country needs your help."