Chapter 40: The Headache of Investigator Huang

Huang Litian rushed forward quickly, grabbed Xu Xiu by the shoulders, and began to shake him violently.

"Who died? Say it again, who died?"

Xu Xiu felt as if his brains were about to be shaken into a puree by Huang Litian.

"Master, didn't you say that one should remain calm and composed when encountering trouble?"

Slap! Slap!

Upon hearing this, Huang Litian gave him two big slaps to the face and roared sternly.

"Cut the fucking crap! Speak! What happened? Who died?"

"Ken... Kensen," Xu Xiu said, feeling aggrieved.

"Same name and surname?" Huang Litian asked softly, holding onto a final shred of hope.

"No, it's that King of the Underground, Kensen. Based on the current situation, he and all his subordinates in the underground black market are likely dead," Xu Xiu said truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Huang Litian let go of Xu Xiu and staggered back several steps, only managing to steady himself after bumping into his office desk.

Huang Litian’s profession was a lie detector, and he clearly knew that the young apprentice before him was not lying.

Yet at this moment, he wished more than anything that Xu Xiu had lied.

The one who died was Kensen!

And he died inside the city, with everyone in the entire underground black market dead as well; this was a matter that could literally pierce the heavens!

Regardless of whether Kensen was secretly the King of the Underground in Qingcheng, at least on the surface, the man was one of the top ten outstanding philanthropists in Qingcheng and a person of status and reputation.

Once this person died, it was very possible that chaos would erupt in Qingcheng!

"Let's go! We're going to the scene!"

The veins on Huang Litian’s forehead throbbed; the high school entrance exam trials were starting in just one day, and Qingcheng could not afford any accidents at this time!

When the master and apprentice arrived at the scene, the Karmic Fire had not yet fully extinguished, and purple-red flames would leap out from time to time.

Huang Litian walked over quickly, but Xu Xiu hurriedly held him back.

"Master! Don't be impulsive. This fire is very strange; once it touches you, it can't be put out. It's very dangerous!"

"I know, you don't need to stop me."

Huang Litian’s complexion became extremely ugly—the exact same scene, the exact same Karmic Fire.

All evidence had been reduced to ashes; nothing remained, not even the bones, leaving behind only a scorched-brown expanse of land.

The farm incident was like this too; this black market was merely a farm magnified countless times over.

"That damn Kensen!"

Huang Litian couldn't help but curse under his breath. If Kensen hadn't obstructed their investigation into the truth of the farm, perhaps today's scene wouldn't have happened.

He now believed what Zhuge Ni had said—that Ye Lin and Ling Ye were not the same person. After all, how could a high school student have the ability to slaughter an entire black market?

Others might not know, but their Investigation Bureau was perfectly clear: Kensen was actually a class-transferred professional who had reached level 50!

Could all of this have been done by that mysterious Ling Ye again?

But that wasn't right; according to Zhuge Ni, she had seen that Ling Ye inside the novice secret realm, so Ling Ye couldn't possibly be the murderer.

Could it be that Ling Ye was only responsible for destroying the evidence, and the real murderer was someone else?

Huang Litian felt an immense headache.

Just then, Xu Xiu ran over in a panic, bringing him another piece of news that made his brows knit tightly together.

Ten minutes later, inside the Qingcheng Investigation Bureau, Huang Litian met with the father of Ji.

"Mr. Ji."

Huang Litian reached out his hand to shake the father of Ji’s hand, but the father of Ji gave a bitter smile and raised his left arm, which had been severed by Kensen.

The corner of Huang Litian’s mouth twitched slightly.

"Mr. Ji, time is of the essence, so I won't stand on ceremony. Your villa was besieged by Kensen and his men after ten o'clock, is that correct?"

"Yes," the father of Ji closed his eyes in pain. "Except for me, everyone else died! My son and his classmate had gone out, which is how they escaped this disaster."

Huang Litian used his professional skill, Mind Reading, to sense the situation and found that the father of Ji was not lying, so he frowned and asked.

"Mr. Ji, can you explain how you survived? I mean no offense, but as far as I know, you are just an ordinary person, not a class-transferred professional."

Huang Litian’s meaning was clear: the professionals all died, so why were you, an ordinary person, still alive and well?

"It was Little Li."

The father of Ji lit a cigarette with a snap, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Little Li was an orphan I adopted, and he was my personal bodyguard. He gave his own life to trade for a chance for me to escape."

"And what happened afterward?" Huang Litian pressed.

"Afterward, I fainted. It was my son's classmate, Ye Lin, who discovered and saved me, and then I came to the Investigation Bureau to report the case," the father of Ji said, taking a puff of his cigarette.

"And Kensen is dead, did you know that?" Huang Litian stared fixedly at the father of Ji.

"I know! On my way to the Investigation Bureau just now, I heard someone mention the news of his death! He deserved to die! If he hadn't died, I would have found a way to kill him myself, damn it!" the father of Ji said viciously.

Huang Litian frowned; he discovered that everything the father of Ji had said so far was true, without a single false word—in other words, the father of Ji was not lying at all.

Watching the father of Ji lightly flicking his cigarette ash, Huang Litian was certain that the father of Ji definitely knew something about Kensen’s death.

Truly clever liars do not tell lies when they are deceiving people; every sentence they speak is the truth, but when those sentences are combined, they form a massive lie.

For example, the national football team is world-famous; no other country's football team has ever been able to defeat the national team head-on in the World Cup.

Or, for example, my girlfriend was cheated on by her best friend, I was very angry, so I went and taught her friend a harsh lesson.

This is a montage lie—using the truth to tell a lie.

Even for an investigator like him, who possessed a lie-detection skill, such an old fox was beyond his reach.

"Alright, Mr. Ji, thank you for your cooperation. I have understood the situation. I plan to chat with your son, Ji Lingyu, and your son's classmate, Ye Lin. You shouldn't mind, right?" Huang Litian asked.

"Of course I don't mind, Investigator Huang, please feel free," the father of Ji said with a chuckle.

When he was at home, he had long since coordinated the story with Ji Lingyu and Ye Lin; he believed that Huang Litian could not possibly investigate anything.

Soon, Ji Lingyu and Ye Lin were brought into the Investigation Bureau. Ye Lin was looking around, appearing as guilty as a thief, which instantly caused Huang Litian to lock his gaze onto him!

Both of these individuals were just high school students; their depth of character certainly couldn't be as profound as an old fox like the father of Ji, so Huang Litian naturally treated them as his breakthrough point.

Furthermore, Ye Lin had previously been the prime suspect in the farm incident, and Huang Litian had long wanted to have a good talk with him.

"Hello, classmate Ye Lin. My surname is Huang; you can call me Investigator Huang," Huang Litian reached out his large hand to shake Ye Lin's.

Ye Lin’s expression was extremely serious: "Hello, Investigator Huang. If I want to go to Erxian Bridge, I have to take Chenghua Avenue. I can only pull a little bit, I can't pull too much."

Huang Litian: "..."