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With dark and bright eyes, Bai Qi could smell my scent from a long way away. Before I even got close, it jumped up high and pulled the thick chain straight.

"sorry."

I rubbed the dog's head until it turned white, and I carefully helped it remove the syringes from its body. These injections should have been injected directly into its body with an anesthetic gun, and some of the needle tips were already bent.

"Ouch!" Bai Qi licked my face and circled me, making the chain clank on the ground.

"I'll take you out." He raised his deer-cleaving knife and slashed with all his strength, and the iron rope was broken. "The key to the collar may be on Jiang Long. I will go back to the villa to deal with the scene later."

Jiang Long has read the information about the underworld show and cannot keep him. I need to confirm whether he is dead.

In addition, I did not find the tattooed man on the first or third floor of the villa. He is the first executor and has probably read the information about the underworld show. If I have the opportunity to get rid of him, I will never be merciful.

After cutting off the iron rope, Bai Qi regained his freedom. After running around excitedly for a few times, he suddenly stopped in front of me, grinned at the corner of the cell, and let out a suppressed and dangerous roar.

The black hair slowly appeared in the cell and turned into a young man. It tilted its head and looked at Bai Qi, and then looked at me doubtfully.

"It's okay, we are all our own people." I was also surprised by Bai Qi's reaction. Bai Qi seemed to have a little fear just now. Has the fate ghost grown to the point where even Bai Qi can't fight against it?

I really don’t know if it’s good or bad for me to let a ghost develop like this.

Minggui stared at Bai Qi quietly for a long time, then turned into ink-like black hair again, escaped into the shadows and walked towards the other side of the cell.

I didn't know what the ghost wanted to do, so I followed it and finally stopped at the door of a locked separate compartment.

"Is the thing I'm looking for in here?"

He cut off the lock and entered the house. The interior was decorated like a study room, which was far different from Jiang Long's own temperament.

High-end bookshelves are placed against the wall, and the books on them are as new as ever without any wrinkles. If the owner of the house is not an extreme book lover, then this can only mean that these books are just decorations and have never been read.

"Ebony desk, sofa, why did Jiang Long build a study underground?"

The basement is damp and cold, and high-end wooden furniture is placed underground. It cannot be shown off, and it is also harmful to the furniture itself.

On the expensive ebony table, there is a complete tea set, and on both sides of the table, there are two ebony chairs facing each other.

"Is this room used to receive guests?" I remembered what Jiang Long once said. Mr. Jiang would send special personnel to collect documents. This study may be designed to receive "special personnel".

Under the guidance of Minggui, I moved the bookshelf away, and there were three ancient paintings posted on the blocked wall.

Three feet long and one foot wide, the first painting shows a stooped old woman holding a cup of tea. She seems kind, but there is a hint of viciousness hidden in her eyes. At the bottom of the scroll is a poem, with the two ancient characters Meng Po written at the end.

The character in the second painting has become an old man, with extraordinary gifts and immortal demeanor, but there is a big colorful snake coiled around his body, which looks very scary. There is another poem written at the bottom of the scroll, and the signature becomes Snake Gong.

I have seen the character in the last painting before. It is a mischievous doll with three eyes and four arms. It is holding the heads of several women, as if it is having a great time. There is no poem at the end of this painting, just the word "Ghost Infant" crookedly written on it.

"Three paintings, three strange people, Meng Po, She Gong, and Gui Ying. What do these mean?" I took off the scroll and accidentally discovered that there was something else behind the scroll.

The wall behind it was hollowed out and contained yellowing documents and letters.

Based on my long-ago experience as a private investigator, I knew I had found a treasure.

He casually opened one of the envelopes, which contained the bad debts of Jiang Jin Group more than ten years ago, as well as a handwritten letter from Mr. Jiang. The old fox personally ordered Jiang Long to secretly retaliate against certain opponents.

"The shopping mall is like a battlefield, and only the most despicable people can stand firm to the end."

I opened the envelopes one after another and looked at them. Most of them were letters written by Mr. Jiang, some of which could be traced back to twenty years ago. The more I read, the more frightened I became.

The information revealed here involves many vicious cases, causing injuries and disabilities, and the circumstances are extremely bad.

"Old guy, are you the only one who has the nerve to use legal weapons to punish me?"

Jiang Long is not as loyal as he thought. He must have left the letter bill to prevent Mr. Jiang from killing the donkey. On the surface, he calls his godfather so happy, but secretly he also collects letters from twenty years ago. As evidence, this is really a 'model father and son' with a harmonious relationship.

Arrange the letters, find waterproof folders in the house, and pack them away together. If these things are exposed, it will be enough to shake the Jiang family's foundation in Jiangcheng.

However, I have no such plan for the time being. Although the information about the underworld show is not in the hands of Mr. Jiang, Jiang Long must have reported this matter to him, which means that there is at least a 90% chance that Mr. Jiang has become an insider of the underworld show. .

If I make these shameful things public and drive Mr. Jiang to the point of panic, then he will probably choose to die with me and spread the information about the underworld show to everyone. I will not be able to end it by then, and being obliterated will be my destiny. ending.

This is a situation of mutual fear, and everyone must treat it with caution.

Among the letters and accounts, I found a few scraps of paper, on which I casually recorded information about the underworld show, including my live broadcast experience, inferences about live broadcasts, case analysis, and information about the Double-Faced Buddha. Guessing, horoscopes, evil spirits, etc.

After confirming that nothing was missing, I took out the lighter and lit the scratch paper in my hand.

I will not record any information about the underworld show in the future, they will always exist in my memory.

Throwing the burning scratch paper onto the bookshelf, the entire basement was quickly engulfed in flames.

After walking out of the garage, I took Bai Qi back to the villa. The people in the living room who had been robbed of their vitality by the ghost were not in danger. They were just temporarily unconscious. These guys were the accomplices of tigers, but their crimes did not lead to death. There was no need to commit more crimes. .

I searched every room in the three-story villa, but I didn't see the tattooed man. His van was parked in the yard of the villa, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Were you silenced by Jiang Long? Or did you hear the noise and run away decisively?"

I couldn't guess the real answer. Looking at the clock, it was almost midnight. I found the key from Jiang Long and opened the ring around Bai Qi's neck. I also found waterproof tape to seal the folder, picked up the deer-killing knife and left the villa.

Raindrops hit my body, and my coat quickly got soaked. Bai Qi and I stood in an empty street. There was not a single taxi on the road.

"We need to return to Tingtang Road quickly. The police may be on their way now, so we must move quickly."

I looked around and suddenly saw a dilapidated Wuling Hongguang car with its headlights on at the entrance of the villa area. At this time, the young man sitting in the car was looking at me in surprise.

"Brother Jian?" Ergou pushed open the car door and rushed into the heavy rain: "Why did you come here? Didn't you say you wouldn't act until four days later?"

"Then why did you come here?" I patted his shoulder: "Ergou, it's not a good time to stay here for a long time. Let's talk in the car."

The heavy rain slid down Ergou's face. He turned around and looked at the dark and silent villa and was stunned, because just more than an hour ago, the villa was still brightly lit and full of laughter.

I took Bai Qi to the back seat of the van and hid the deer-slicing knife under the seat: "Go to my shop, be careful to avoid surveillance cameras on the way."

"Brother Jian, why haven't you answered my question yet? Why are you going to Jianglong's lair alone this late at night?" Ergou asked while driving: "I'm here to keep an eye on the people in front and behind the villa. You’ve seen all the changes, you couldn’t have chosen one of their gangs by yourself, right?”

"Gang? There is no underworld in China. They are just scum living in the shadows at best." I patted the seat and my tone slowly became serious: "Ergou, I'm hiding under the back seat of your car." A knife. Don’t let outsiders see this knife. The day after tomorrow, you can come to me with it again..."