Chapter 59: Hold On Just a Little Longer—Three More Days

Yu Dazhang reached out and checked Zhao Hang’s breath.

He’s still breathing.

He then touched Zhao Hang’s carotid artery with his fingers.

There’s a pulse.

Fuck, pretending to be dead… Yu Dazhang hadn’t expected this kid to play games with him.

He grabbed Zhao Hang by the collar and yanked him up, shaking him twice.

“Keep pretending and I’ll slap you.”

This physical wake-up method worked perfectly.

Whether Zhao Hang had truly passed out or not, he was awake now.

The commotion in the hallway drew the attention of both squads.

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” Captain Wei Qian asked first.

Seeing it was Wei Dui, Yu Dazhang quickly explained:

“Little Zhao suddenly collapsed right in front of me—I just gave him first aid.”

Why didn’t he collapse in front of someone else… Wei Qian wasn’t stupid—he saw right away Yu Dazhang was bullying him.

He understood, but he still had to play along.

“Is he okay?” Wei Qian asked, feigning concern.

“He’s come around,” Yu Dazhang said, raising his hand.

Zhao Hang, seeing this, instinctively covered his head with both hands.

Yu Dazhang lowered his hand, then pointed at him:

“See? Reaction’s fast.”

The Third Squad also arrived. Captain Zhang Dong, seeing it was Yu Dazhang and Zhao Hang, immediately guessed the gist.

These two had never gotten along when they were on the same team.

Fatty always picked fights; Zhao Hang always snitched behind his back.

A good beating wouldn’t hurt—he ought to fix that snitching habit… Zhang Dong had long disliked Zhao Hang too.

Now even his own squad members weren’t on his side.

A crowd of people chattered and urged him on, forcibly dragging the still dazed Zhao Hang away.

That afternoon.

Yu Dazhang learned from his Master that the branch had sent two people to visit Zhou Zizhe at the detention center.

According to Lu Zhongxin’s analysis, the bureau leadership must have taken notice after reviewing the evidence and tips Zhou Zizhe provided.

Now the branch would handle the investigation directly.

Since human trafficking cases involving women and children aren’t among the eight major categories, they’re not under the First Squad’s jurisdiction.

Only if there’s a major breakthrough could the First Squad possibly assist.

Even then, it would be limited to helping with arrests—not participating in the actual investigation.

This suited Yu Dazhang just fine.

Previously, he’d promised Zhou Zizhe… if he investigated, he’d do his best.

It wasn’t him breaking his word—the branch had assigned a dedicated person to handle it, and he couldn’t interfere.

Besides, he had something more important to do.

The serial disappearance case that killed him in his past life—the first incident happened this year.

Precisely, on June 16th this year.

He remembered the time, location, and victim’s identity clearly.

In his past life, he’d memorized every detail of the case file—not a single word missed.

Why did he remember so clearly?

Because he’d chased that case for three full years—even during the investigation, people kept vanishing.

This was only his later involvement; in the seven years before, four other detectives had investigated it.

Three dead, one missing.

Correct—the serial disappearance case began in 2014 and continued until 2024, unresolved even after Yu Dazhang’s death.

Including him, five detectives had been lost.

Not a single missing person had ever been found.

Since he now knew the time and place of the next crime in this life, Yu Dazhang decided to lie in wait.

He couldn’t go himself—that’s why he was determined to stay by his Master’s side.

This wasn’t the first time he’d considered acting on this serial disappearance case.

In fact, on the very first day after his rebirth, he’d thought about visiting the place where he’d died in his past life.

But Yu Dazhang had forcibly held himself back. Too dangerous.

In his past life, armed, he’d been killed—this life, fat as he was, unarmed, only a fool would go.

Even this plan to lie in wait had been carefully thought out.

First, he had to bring his Master along.

That meant one more person, one more gun.

Second, he couldn’t appear at the crime scene in advance.

No matter how curious, he couldn’t go.

A serial disappearance case lasting ten years, still unsolved—how cautious must the perpetrator be?

So the criminal would definitely scout the location ahead of time, perhaps even for a long period.

If he went early, he’d risk exposing himself to the criminal’s surveillance.

Please… collect… 6…9…books…!

Yu Dazhang would never allow himself to make such a basic mistake—spooking the criminal out of curiosity.

He calculated the days—today was June 13th.

Three more days.

Just hold on a little longer—he couldn’t tell his Master yet… Yu Dazhang knew well that delays bred complications.

He couldn’t let his Master know in advance, or the old man might spot the logical flaws.

Lu Zhongxin: How do you know someone will vanish in three days?

How to answer… lying’s exhausting.

Lu Zhongxin: You know the exact time, place, and victim—who are you? Tell me precisely how you know.

How to explain… too much mental strain.

So Yu Dazhang planned to tell his Master the next morning—and only the two of them would go.

In the entire bureau, he trusted only Lu Zhongxin.

Yisheng Group.

Qu Tuotuo, just finished a meeting, sat in her office staring blankly.

He really won’t reach out to me… she’d assumed Yu Dazhang would contact her after sobering up the next day.

But she waited another five days.

She replayed that night’s events in her mind several times.

We had a nice drink~

Nothing special happened.

Logically, things should’ve grown closer.

Oh right—he could really vomit, like a waterfall. To pat his back, I even got splashed on my shoes.

Could it be… Mom didn’t tell him I took him home?

Very likely.

Still, he should’ve called me… Qu Tuotuo grew angrier the more she thought.

Carrying that guy home, my legs went numb.

He was so heavy—calling it a ant trying to shake a tree was an understatement.

No—it was more like Lin Daiyu uprooting a willow tree.

Just imagining the scene, Qu Tuotuo’s lips curled into a smile.

But that drink wasn’t wasted—these past few days she’d been probing for policy support news in the stock market.

Through various channels, she’d actually uncovered some inside information.

Exactly as that guy said—the interest rate cut was practically certain.

Then the A-share market’s next move would likely follow his prediction.

To make money in the A-share market, you need guts—you’ve got to gamble a bit.

Qu Tuotuo wasn’t timid, so these past few days she’d been gathering funds, preparing for a big move.

The desk phone suddenly rang; she snapped out of her thoughts and pressed the speaker button.

“Director Qu, the Chairman wants you in his office.”

Two minutes later.

“What is it?” Qu Tuotuo stood before her father’s desk, watching him.

Qu Wannian didn’t lift his head, speaking as if giving an order:

“Come with me to the Bai family’s banquet tonight.”

“I refuse.” This was the first time Qu Tuotuo had refused her father to his face.

Surprised, Qu Wannian closed the file in his hands and looked up at his daughter:

“Give me a reason.”

“I don’t want to be a sacrifice in this marriage alliance,” Qu Tuotuo said quickly:

“And Bai Jincheng is exactly the kind of person I hate most.”

As if she had held these words inside for a long time, her tone grew agitated.

Before Qu Wannian could speak again, Qu Tuotuo hurriedly added:

“Also, I have a boyfriend.”

(End of chapter)