Chapter 17: Puzzles of the Past

Qi Zhiyong was not in a very good mood.

Apart from him, He Qiong, the most valuable and seemingly most confident family member, died in the basement in a confused state.

Only the two sisters, covered in mud, returned to the hostel. They have been hugging and crying since they came back, adding a sad atmosphere to the bonfire dinner.

The crying sound made Qi Zhiyong feel annoyed, and he slammed the dinner plate.

"That's enough. Stop wasting your precious time crying!"

The two women finally stopped and took out tissues to wipe their red and swollen eyes.

"Let's talk about today's discoveries. The dead are dead, and we still have to find a way to survive."

Wen Chao was a completely different person from yesterday. He seemed to have aged ten years overnight. He didn't look like a university professor at all. He looked more like a lost and wandering old man.

"I didn't get much out of my old man. I just went to pick up a bunch of junk."

After saying that, he opened the small wine bottle, took a big gulp of Erguotou, then choked by the strong liquor and kept coughing, and his old face turned red in an instant.

"happy!"

For the sake of his ideals and research, he hasn't drunk alcohol for thirty or forty years.

But today, there is no need to care about those things.

Wu Xian stared at Wen Chao's bag thoughtfully. In the bag were tape, wooden boards, firecrackers, steel pipes, some bottles and jars, and other miscellaneous items such as electronic devices.

As a detective, Wu Xian once discussed what to do if he could not obtain weapons through formal channels.

His final conclusion was that it was most convenient to rob criminal gangs.

But the experience gained from the seminar made him understand what the old man wanted to do.

"This old man is not simple!"

Qi Zhiyong frowned and looked at Shi Ji again.

"What about you?"

Shi Ji described what happened to him in the cafeteria, but omitted the details about the statue, and he also added some additional information.

He found a diary at the counter of the cafeteria, which recorded the whole process.

The starving man was named Chen Yan. He came to Fuyuan City to seek refuge with his relative Yu Yinghua.

When Chen Yan came to eat, he was recognized by his enemy who ran the cafeteria. The cafeteria owner kidnapped him and locked him in the basement during the day, not providing him with any food except basic drinking water. At night, he filled the cafeteria with food, gagged him, and tied him to a pillar in the middle of the cafeteria.

One day, two days, three days...

Chen Yan eventually starved to death in the cafeteria where there was countless food!

The canteen owner also wanted to kidnap Yu Yinghua, but Yu Yinghua had already disappeared by then, so the next kidnapping plan had to be forced to terminate.

Qi Zhiyong only cared about the information that could help him get through the night. Wen Chao was a little drunk, and the Su sisters were still crying. No one cared about this story.

But Wu Xian asked curiously: "What kind of grudge do they have?"

"The canteen owner's son disappeared a long time ago. When he was found, he had become a dried corpse. The police speculated that he was starved to death. This matter is related to Chen Yan."

"So that's it..."

Wu Xian nodded, took over the conversation and talked about his discovery.

"I went to the darkroom of the hotel today and found some information. The owner of Ping An Hotel is named Wang Zhiwu and his wife is named Yu Yinghua. I think everyone has a deep impression of these names."

"They took over the Ping An Hotel only two years ago. Before that, it was run by a couple named An."

"Another very interesting point is that the An couple deliberately kept the check-in records from a period of time ten years ago, and the names of Wang Zhiwu and Yu Yinghua also appeared in this check-in record."

The dark room of the hotel was the last place Wu Xian went today.

His instinct told him that figuring out what happened here might be more helpful to his survival than blindly improving his strength.

At this point, Qi Zhiyong suddenly interrupted.

"Speaking of which, I met a ghost who called himself An Xin today. He told me that his daughter disappeared ten years ago and his wife went crazy because of it. He was worried that no one would take care of his wife after he died, so he hoped I could help him."

Wu Xian's eyes lit up: "How did you reply?" "No reply, I killed him."

Wu Xian was speechless.

This clue ends here.

Sister Su Huilan kept sobbing and could not provide any valuable information. She kept saying that they had harmed He Qiong and that they didn't want to live anymore. It was completely meaningless.

……

This evening meeting ended in such a hasty manner.

Wu Xian returned to his room, washed up and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, sorting out all the information he had obtained from the beginning to now.

He also found a newspaper in the secret room.

A piece of news was recorded in the newspaper.

A woman named Zhao Juan became mentally ill due to the death of her husband. She committed suicide in Ping An Hotel out of excessive grief. The room she committed suicide in was room 406.

This is also the reason why Wu Xian was attacked by evil spirits at the beginning.

This piece of news is like a puzzle, connecting the clues obtained previously, and the story that happened here gradually becomes clear.

The hotel-owning couple Wang Zhiwu and Yu Yinghua, Mr. Wang from Fuxin Garden, and the hungry ghosts from the community canteen, the four of them belong to the same criminal gang.

Ten years ago, they committed several major crimes in the vicinity. The victims included the original hotel owner's family, the community canteen owner, and the murderer Zhao Juan.

Two years ago, this criminal gang retired from the underworld. The gang leader Wang Yu and his wife bought the Ping An Hotel. Mr. Wang and Zhao Juan got entangled, and Hungry Ghost was kidnapped. They gradually couldn't hide...

But this sounds like just an ordinary case.

How could it become the starting point of the evil disaster in this world?
……

Three o'clock in the morning.

Heavy footsteps were heard in the empty corridor, and the door-breaking monster appeared on time.

Boom, boom, boom!

The footsteps stopped, and a huge figure suddenly appeared at the door of Room 408.

"Sign... there are... living people here."

The door-breaking monster raised its big foot and kicked the door. The sturdy wooden door was torn open like waste paper. The huge, ugly head poked into the room, but it saw nothing.

"No one... lied to me!"

"Roar!"

The door-breaking demon let out a roar.

The next second, the lights in the corridor went out. When the lights came on again, the monster that broke into the door had disappeared, leaving behind rows of tiny footprints on the lime marks on the ground.

These footprints went into the room of Wu Xian and others.

……

Room 406.

Wu Xian slept soundly with the quilt between his legs.

Whether it was Yu Yinghua's knocking on the door or Da Sui's breaking the door, it only made him open his eyes for a while in a daze.

This is not a lack of vigilance, but it is unnecessary.

He already knew what would happen, and even if he was awake he wouldn't be able to do anything. He also had a contingency plan ready in case of an emergency.

"Hehe, come and play, come and play."

"laugh."

Wu Xian, who was sleeping, suddenly heard a childish call.

(End of this chapter)