Chapter 387: Finding It Right Before Your Eyes

Not long after, all the surveillance cameras in the villa were removed, including those at the pig farm below.

At that moment, two technicians walked over and reported to the leader:

"The villa's surveillance system is networked; data is encrypted and uploaded to the cloud, allowing real-time viewing via mobile phones, computers, and other devices."

Another technician immediately added:

"The pig farm's surveillance is not networked; it only supports local recording and playback, with no remote interaction capability."

Just as I suspected… Yu Dazhang felt a surge of joy.

This matched his earlier deduction.

If the villa is their eyes, then the pig farm's surveillance doesn't need to be networked.

This is also for disguise.

The pig farm was built there merely as a facade, its main purpose being to conceal the entrance to the underground prison.

Then why didn't Fang Peng smell the pig manure?

Yu Dazhang couldn't help but think of this question again.

Did Fang Peng lie?

No.

He had interrogated him personally; he remembered clearly how Fang Peng looked while confessing—it didn't seem like a lie.

Besides, Fang Peng had no reason to lie about this.

Change perspective.

Assume Fang Peng didn't lie, and the entrance really is at the pig farm—how did they eliminate the odor?

This is the key issue!

Yu Dazhang began recalling every word Fang Peng had said.

During this time, all the leaders—including General Long—stood quietly beside him, not daring to interrupt.

Their purpose in coming was to join the mountain search operation, not to solve the case.

And among those present, only Yu Dazhang understood the case best.

At this moment, all the leaders except General Long and Captain Hua cast curious glances at Yu Dazhang.

This fatty is too young.

From the way he's acting, he's leading the investigation.

Look at the two heads of the Criminal Investigation Corps—they're standing aside, waiting for his orders.

This fatty is standing there, completely focused, utterly unaffected by the surrounding environment.

To be so composed at such a young age is simply unbelievable.

Is this really a young man in his early twenties?

Just as they were puzzled, Yu Dazhang moved.

He slowly turned around, fixed his gaze on the pig farm nearby, and ordered:

"Surround the pig farm and arrest the manager."

General Long frowned and asked:

"Are you certain?"

Searching and sealing off are fine, but arresting someone is troublesome.

Especially under these circumstances—with no evidence.

Even for cooperation in an investigation, you need solid grounds.

Yu Dazhang nodded, his tone firm:

"Arrest him!"

Just now, he had solved that problem.

After Fang Peng was brought here, he was carried a distance by two men.

This means the truck didn't stop directly at the pig farm.

The reason for this was likely to avoid the smell of pig manure.

If these idiots smelled such an obvious odor, releasing them later would inevitably increase the risk of exposure.

Therefore, the truck's stopping point would be determined by that day's wind direction.

Odor spreads through the air.

As long as the truck stops upwind of the pig farm, you naturally won't smell the stench.

And that hood.

In Fang Peng's testimony, he wore a black cloth bag over his head before entering the underground prison.

The bag's purpose wasn't just to block vision—it also partially blocked odor.

After Fang Peng got out of the truck, they could simply tamper with the black cloth bag.

For example, crush wild grass to extract its juice and smear it on the bag.

Then the scent of vegetation would mask the smell of pig manure.

And Fang Peng did indeed smell the fresh scent of plants.

Using this trick both in and out, those idiots would never smell the stench.

In Yu Dazhang's view, this possibility was extremely high.

Soon, the police surrounded the pig farm and arrested the manager.

He was a middle-aged man, slightly overweight, with a prosperous appearance.

But now he was drenched in cold sweat, his small eyes filled with terror.

"Name?" Yu Dazhang didn't waste words with him and asked directly.

The man answered immediately:

"Zhu Wenyue."

"Age?" Yu Dazhang asked again.

"Forty-four." The man replied instinctively.

Yu Dazhang nodded in satisfaction, stared at him, and said:

"Since we've already come all the way here, we will definitely find the entrance to that place, but I hope you can tell me the location of the entrance yourself."

The man said nothing and lowered his head.

"You only have one chance to come clean." Yu Dazhang said through gritted teeth.

As he spoke, he was also watching the other man's reaction.

Apparently afraid Yu Dazhang would see his expression, the man buried his head even lower, his whole body trembling slightly.

That reaction alone said enough… Yu Dazhang felt even more certain.

If he had nothing to hide, he wouldn't be this scared.

This man was clearly someone who had never been in trouble with the law; suddenly surrounded by so many police officers, he simply couldn't keep his composure.

"Not going to talk?"

Yu Dazhang waited a while, and seeing the man still keeping his head lowered, simply waved his hand:

"You've lost your chance. I'll let you watch with your own eyes how I find that entrance."

He wasn't saying it out of anger.

He said it deliberately, to observe the man's reaction.

Sure enough, hearing Yu Dazhang's words, the man raised his head, an expression of disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't quite believe it.

That was exactly the expression he wanted… Yu Dazhang hadn't really expected him to confess honestly.

Same old truth: everyone has a wishful-thinking mentality — the wishful-thinking mentality — the wishful-thinking mentality — everyone harbors a wishful-thinking mentality.

If time permitted, Yu Dazhang would have been happy to play a little psychological game with him.

But that wasn't possible now. There was barely more than an hour until dark; they had to find that entrance as soon as possible and leave enough time for the arrest.

The police had already checked every building here before, but found nothing unusual.

For a more thorough search, this time they brought out a shallow-layer detector.

This kind of device couldn't probe deep underground spaces, but it could locate cavities close to the surface.

Starting from the pig pens, then the nursery pens, the farrowing rooms…

In the end they didn't even skip the workers' dormitory, and before long twenty minutes had passed.

"Nothing?"

Listening to the officers' reports, Yu Dazhang's brow furrowed.

He swept his gaze around the pig farm, and finally fixed his eyes on a steel-structured building.

"Why wasn't that one checked?" he asked, pointing at the prefab steel building.

An officer explained:

"That's a warehouse. It's packed full of pig feed, stuffed to the brim — can't get inside."

Hearing this, Yu Dazhang walked up close and examined the feed carefully.

Just as the officer had said, bag after bag of pig feed was stacked neatly, filling the entire warehouse.

He looked at the floor again and noticed solid wood pallets placed beneath the bottom layer of feed — done mainly for easier transport.

Calling over a pig farm worker, Yu Dazhang said:

"Get your forklift driver over here."

"No use getting him." The worker replied:

"The forklift broke down this morning. We mixed the pig feed by hand today."

Broken down? Hearing this, Yu Dazhang wasn't disappointed — he actually smiled.

What a coincidence that it broke down.

(End of chapter)