Chapter 88: The Hell Files
noon.

The sun was high in the sky, and warm sunlight shone in through the windows.

Suddenly a gap opened up, and Wu Xian pulled the dog's tail back to his territory.

This dog didn't want to leave Lihentian, and Wu Xian had to grab its tail to take it away by force. As soon as it got home, its ears drooped, and it was visibly unhappy.

Wu Xian’s home is an old, low-rise shop building that has been around for decades.

There are only two floors plus a basement.

The first floor is a large living room for entertaining clients, as well as a kitchen and dining room. The second floor has bedrooms, study and bathroom. The basement is the doomsday base that Wu Xian built for himself.

Although Wu Xian spent money to clean it up.

But after more than ten days of crazy playing, it now looks a bit messy.

As soon as Wu Xian got home, he went into the bedroom.

In reality, only half a day passed in the blessed land, but it felt like a long time in the blessed land. Wu Xian was exhausted both physically and mentally. Now he was back to his safe and warm home and just wanted to have a good sleep.

"Wang Wang!"

Heigu stopped Wu Xian.

Wu Xian guessed that it was hungry, so he went to the refrigerator to find the leftovers from the day before and poured them into a stainless steel basin.

"Just eat first, I'll buy you dog food tomorrow."

"Also, don't destroy the house, don't pee or poop anywhere, if you want to go out, just walk by yourself, don't disturb my sleep, if I make you unhappy I'll draw your blood."

Heigu sniffed the leftovers, took a cautious bite, and immediately grimaced and howled in dissatisfaction.

Wu Xian laughed strangely, ran back to the bedroom and closed the door.

Those leftovers were the result of his attempt to develop new dishes two days before entering the blessed land.

If it tastes good, can it be left in the fridge?

After harming his pet, Wu Xian was in a good mood and fell into a deep sleep.

……

goooo...

Wu Xian woke up from hunger.

I checked the time on my phone and it was eight o'clock in the evening.

He vaguely smelled a fragrance, so he pushed open the door to look for the source of the smell, and finally saw a table of dishes in the restaurant on the first floor.

Braised spare ribs, sweet and sour fish, dry pot double bamboo shoots, stir-fried rapeseed, mushroom chicken soup, the standard four dishes and one soup, the sales are much better than what Wu Xian makes himself.

"Where did this dish come from..."

Wu Xian looked down and saw Heigu looking at him eagerly, sticking out her tongue and wagging her tail. She had an apron tied around her neck.

"Did you do this?"

Heigu breathed deeply, her eyes expectant, as if signaling Wu Xian to try it.

Wu Xian looked at the dog, then at the food, then sat down woodenly, not picking up his chopsticks for a long time.

"Wang Wang!"

"Don't rush me, I'm thinking."

How should we understand this matter?

The owner’s cooking was terrible, so the pet prepared four dishes and a soup overnight?
Wu Xian's mind was full of desire to complain.

How does this dog cook? Is it edible to eat the food cooked by the dog? Is it unhygienic? Does it wash its paws? Is there dog saliva in the food?
Looking at the big black dog's fluttering eyes, Wu Xian really couldn't express his rude questions.

Ding Dong!

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Wu Xian felt relieved and hurried downstairs to open the door.

A tall man was standing outside the door. He was wearing a denim suit with a white T-shirt underneath and a silver necklace around his neck. He had some stubble on his face and messy hair, looking a little unkempt.

"This is the detective agency, right? I want to find someone."

"It closed down a long time ago." Wu Xian waved his hand: "You can go east and turn left, there is a detective agency over there." "No, those are mediocre, only you can find the person I'm looking for."

Wu Xian was in a good mood after being flattered. Besides, he really wanted to delay time and find an excuse not to eat the dinner made by Heigu, so he continued with a slightly boastful attitude.

"Those guys are a little bit stupid, but they're still nice people. Tell me, who are you looking for?"

"I'm Jing Ke, I'm looking for Qi Zhiyong."

Wu Xian's face suddenly darkened.

Qi Zhiyong once said that they were the "Creed" and he had planned to investigate this organization after some time, but he didn't expect them to come to him first.

"Why, don't you want me to come in and sit down?"

Wu Xian was silent for a moment and moved away.

Jing Ke walked in carelessly and went to the dining table and sat down. He wanted to touch Heigu's dog head, but was almost bitten by Heigu, so he withdrew his hand in disappointment.

"Let's get down to business first. I'll ask you questions and you'll answer them. Then I can answer a few questions for you."

"First question, was it you who got the compressed file in Lu Yuzhu's phone?"

Wu Xian's pupils trembled again. It seemed that the "Creed" was related to the organization that kidnapped Huo Gai. He thought a lot in his mind and finally uttered a word dryly.

"Yes."

"Is there any information about the blessed land in the compressed file?"

"none."

After hearing Wu Xian's reply, Jing Ke made a phone call in front of Wu Xian.

"Xiao Lin, you can release the person now. There is no risk in that compressed file. Just delete it... No thanks, this is not the first time we have cooperated..."

After some business greetings, Jing Ke hung up the phone.

"Okay, second question, was Qi Zhiyong's death worth it?"

Wu Xian was silent for a while: "I don't know."

“Then it’s worth it.”

After asking these two questions, Jing Ke seemed to relax all of a sudden. He stared at the four dishes and one soup on the table: "The food in your house is really good. I have been running around for your affairs and I haven't eaten yet."

Wu Xian looked strange.

"If you want to eat, please feel free to do so. Don't hesitate."

"I'm the most rude person!"

Jing Ke happily opened the rice cooker and filled himself with a big bowl of rice. Under Heigu's fierce gaze, he couldn't wait to eat the big piece of fish belly meat.

Wu Xian asked tentatively: "Can I ask questions now?"

Jing Ke took away the most perfectly shaped piece of pork ribs.

"how did you find me?"

"When you become more experienced, you will know how I did it."

Wu Xian nodded: "Then I understand."

When fabricating the compressed package incident, Wu Xian spent a lot of effort to erase his own connection.

But after the followers have acquired the Taoism, they can use props in the real world. As long as Jing Ke does divination, he can easily identify himself as the mastermind behind the scenes. Therefore, his ability to find Wu Xian is not a technical problem at all, but a metaphysical problem.

"Then are you sure that I know the cause of Qi Zhiyong's death, and it was also because of his Taoism?"

"No, it's because of the notes."

"The notes distributed by Creed were transformed from the blank 'Hell Files' that Creed's predecessors brought out from the blessed land."

"The information on the case files can only be seen by the family members, so that the information of the blessed land will not be leaked due to the loss of notes."

"Similarly, this note is also the identity mark of our Creed organization. As long as we are close enough, we can sense each other. You are not a member of Creed, and the only member who died in Fuyuan City recently was Qi Zhiyong who just joined."

"So I conclude that you and Qi Zhiyong participated in the same blessed land, and he gave you the notes before he died."

(End of this chapter)