God Bestows Evil

Chapter 17 Puzzle of the Past

 Qi Zhiyong was not in a good mood.

 Besides him, He Qiong, the most valuable and seemingly most confident family member, died in a daze in the basement.

 Only the two sisters, who were covered in mud, returned to the hotel. They had been hugging each other and crying since their return, adding a sad atmosphere to the campfire dinner.

The sound of crying made Qi Zhiyong upset, and he knocked on his dinner plate.

 “That’s enough, don’t waste your precious time crying and crying!”

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

“Let’s talk about today’s discovery. The dead are dead, and we still have to find ways to survive.”

Wen Chao looked completely different from yesterday. He seemed to have aged ten years overnight. At this time, he didn't look like a university professor at all, but more like a wandering old man who had lost his soul.

“My old man didn’t get much, he just picked up a bunch of rags.”

 After saying that, he opened the small wine bottle and took a swig of Erguotou. Then he kept coughing due to the strong wine, and his old face turned red instantly.

 “Happy!”

 For the sake of ideals and research, he has not drank 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. There were tape, wooden boards, firecrackers, steel pipes, bottles, cans, electronic devices and other miscellaneous items in the bag.

 As a detective, Wu Xian once discussed what to do if weapons cannot be obtained from formal channels.

His final conclusion is that it is most convenient to go to the evil forces to rob.

 But the experience gained during the research 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.

"And you?"

 Historical records describe his encounter in the cafeteria, but omit the information about the idol, and he also adds some additional information.

 He found a diary on the counter in the cafeteria, which recorded the whole story.

The starving ghost's name is Chen Yan, who came to Fuyuan City to join his relative Yu Yinghua.

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

 One day, two days, three days…

 Chen Yan eventually starved to death in the canteen with countless food!

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

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

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

“The canteen owner’s son disappeared early and was already a mummy when he was found. The police speculated that he 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 the wife of the owner is named Yu Yinghua. I think everyone is impressed by this name.”

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

“Another very interesting thing is that the couple surnamed An deliberately kept the check-in record from a period of ten years ago, and the names Wang Zhiwu and Yu Yinghua also appeared on this check-in record.”

 The darkroom of the hotel was the last place Wu Xian went to today.

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

 Speaking of this, Qi Zhiyong suddenly interrupted.

"Speaking of which, I met a wanderer who called himself Anxin today. He told me that his daughter disappeared ten years ago and his wife became crazy because of it. He was worried that no one would take care of his wife after his death. I hope I can Do me a favor."

Wu Xian's eyes lit up: "How did you reply?" "If he didn't reply, I'd kill him."

 Wu Xian was speechless.

This clue ends here.

Sister Su Huilan kept sobbing here and couldn't provide any valuable information. She kept saying that they had harmed He Qiong and didn't want to live anymore. It made no sense at all.

 …

This evening meeting ended hastily.

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.

 What he found from the secret room was also a newspaper.

 A piece of news was recorded in the newspaper.

 A woman named Zhao Juan went insane due to the death of her husband. She was so sad that she committed suicide in the Ping An Hotel. The room where she committed suicide was room 406.

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

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

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

Ten years ago, they committed many major crimes in the neighborhood. The victims included the original hotel owner and his family, the community canteen owner, and Hangzhou Zhao Juan.

Two years ago, this criminal gang was eliminated. The bandit leader Wang Yu and his wife took over the Ping An Hotel. Mr. Wang and Zhao Juan were entangled, and the hungry ghosts were kidnapped. They gradually could not hide...

 But this sounds like an ordinary case.

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

 …

 Three o'clock in the morning.

 In the deserted corridor, heavy footsteps sounded, and the door-breaker appeared on time.

 Dong, dong dong!

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

 “Sign...there are...living people here.”

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

 “No one…lied to me!”

"Roar!"

Hunting the door open and letting out a roar.

 The lights in the corridor went out the next second. When the lights came on again, the broken-in beast had disappeared, leaving rows of tiny footprints on the lime marks on the ground.

 These footprints entered the room of Wu Xian and others.

 …

Room 406.

Wu Xian was sleeping soundly with the quilt between his legs.

Whether it was Yu Yinghua's knock on the door or Da Sui's breaking of the door, he only opened his eyes in confusion for a moment.

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

He already knew what would happen. He couldn't do anything even if he was awake. He had already made a contingency plan in case of an emergency.

 “Hehe, come and play, come and play.”

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Wu Xian was sleeping when he suddenly heard a childish call.

 (End of this chapter)