Chapter 89

Noon.

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

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

This dog didn't want to leave the Heavens of Hatred and needed Wu Xian to grab its tail to force it away; as soon as it got home, its ears drooped, and it was visibly unhappy.

Wu Xian's home was an old, low-rise commercial building with a history of several decades.

Only two floors plus a basement.

The first floor was a large living room for entertaining clients, plus a kitchen and dining room; the second floor was the bedroom, study, and bathroom; the basement was a doomsday stronghold Wu Xian had built for himself.

As soon as he got home, Wu Xian wanted to go into the bedroom.

"The information on the case file can only be seen by Lotus Juanren, so that Fudi information will not be leaked due to the loss of notes."

Just at this moment, the doorbell rang.

Jing Ke took away the piece of pork rib with the most perfect shape.

Wu Xian was flattered a couple of times and was in a great mood; plus, he really wanted to delay for a while and find an excuse not to eat the dinner made by Black Aunt, so he answered with a bit of bragging.

Wu Xian was woken up by hunger.

Qi Zhiyong once said that they were "Creed"; he had planned to investigate this organization after a while, but he didn't expect them to come to his door first.

"Then that counts as worth it."

Wu Xian had a strange expression.

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

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

Wu Xian nodded: "Then I understand."

"Let's get down to business first; I'll ask and you answer, and then I can answer a few of your questions."

"None."

"Woof woof!"

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

Black Aunt smelled the leftovers with its nose, cautiously took a small taste, and immediately bared its teeth and let out a dissatisfied whimper.

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

But after Lotus Juanren have Dao practice, they can use props in the real world; as long as Jing Ke performs divination, he can easily lock onto himself, the mastermind; therefore, the fact that he could find Wu Xian was not a technical problem, but a metaphysical one.

Coo coo...

Wu Xian felt relieved and hurriedly went downstairs to open the door.

"Little Lin, you can let the person go; that compressed package has no risk, just delete it directly... no thanks, no thanks, it's not our first time cooperating..."

"Let's just eat together first, I'll buy you dog food tomorrow."

"How did you find me?"

He vaguely smelled a fragrance, so he pushed the door open to find the source of the smell and finally saw a table of dishes in the first-floor dining room.

"Woof woof!"

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

"Closed down long ago." Wu Xian waved his hand: "You can go east and turn left; there is another detective agency there."

"No, those are all mediocre people; the person I want to find can only be found by you."

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

Black Aunt panted heavily, its eyes expectant, as if signaling Wu Xian to taste it.

"If you want to eat, please feel free, don't be polite."

Wu Xian laughed weirdly and ran back to the bedroom, closing the door.

Wu Xian looked down and saw Black Aunt staring at him longingly, tongue out, tail wagging; it was even wearing an apron around its neck.

"Does that compressed package contain information about the Fudi?"

"Why, won't you invite me in to sit for a while?"

The owner's cooking is too bad, so the pet made four dishes and one soup overnight?

Wu Xian's mind was full of the desire to complain.

After asking these two questions, Jing Ke seemed to relax all of a sudden; his eyes stared at the four dishes and one soup on the table: "Your home's food is really good; I've been running around for your business and haven't eaten anything yet."

Braised pork ribs, sweet and sour fish, dry-pot double bamboo shoots, stir-fried rapeseed, mushroom chicken soup—standard four dishes and one soup; the presentation was much better than what Wu Xian made himself.

Ding dong!

This Fudi only lasted half a day in reality, but he had experienced a long time in the Fudi; Wu Xian was physically and mentally exhausted, and now that he was back in his safe and warm home, he just wanted to have a good sleep.

Wu Xian looked at the dog, then at the dishes, sat down blankly, and didn't move his chopsticks for a long time.

"Those brothers are a bit stupid, but they are good people; tell me, who are you looking for?"

Jing Ke happily opened the rice cooker, served himself a large bowl of rice, and under the fierce gaze of Black Aunt, couldn't wait to eat a large piece of fish belly meat.

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

But after more than ten days of wild playing and slacking off, it looked a bit messy now.

Although Wu Xian spent money to tidy it up once.

"I am the least polite person!"

First, he pulled out his phone to check the time; it was eight o'clock in the evening.

Those leftovers were the product of his attempt to develop new dishes two days before entering the Fudi.

"Then do you confirm that I know the cause of Qi Zhiyong's death also because of Dao practice?"

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

"No, this is because of the notes."

……

How did this dog cook? Can the food made by a dog be eaten? Will it be unhygienic? Did it wash its paws? Is there dog saliva in the food?

Looking at the large black dog's blinking eyes, Wu Xian really couldn't say his impolite questions.

"Also, no tearing down the house, no random peeing; if you want to go out, walk yourself; don't disturb my sleep; if you make me unhappy, I'll draw your blood."

Black Aunt stopped Wu Xian.

"Yes."

"Where did this food come from..."

Jing Ke walked in carelessly and sat down at the dining table on his own; he reached out to touch Black Aunt's dog head, but was almost bitten by Black Aunt, so he retracted his hand in embarrassment.

Wu Xian's face sank all of a sudden.

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

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

"The notes issued by Creed are made from blank 'Yin Division Case Files' brought out of the Fudi by Creed seniors."

If it tasted good, could it still be left in the refrigerator?

Wu Xian was silent for a moment and stepped aside.

"When you have Dao practice, you will know how I did it."

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

"First question, was that compressed package in Lu Yuzhu's phone made by you?"

How should this matter be understood?

"Did you make this?"

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

Wu Xian's pupils shook again; it seems that "Creed" has a connection with the organization that kidnapped Huo Gai; he thought of many things in his mind and finally spat out a word dryly.

"These notes are also the identity mark of our Creed organization; as long as you are close enough, you can perceive each other; you are not a member of Creed, and the only member who died in Fuyuan City recently is Qi Zhiyong, who just joined."

"Therefore, I concluded that you and Qi Zhiyong participated in the same Fudi, and he gave you the notes before he died."

(End of chapter)