Chapter 62

Three days later.

Yu Dazhang arrived at the unit early in the morning; after spotting Lu Zhongxin through the window, he immediately came down from the building.

“Master, wait a moment before we go in—I have something to tell you.”

Outside, in a quiet spot, Yu Dazhang whispered to Lu Zhongxin:

“I received a tip that today, at Xiuyuan Community, someone will kidnap a young man named Liu Wenfu.”

Fearing his master wouldn’t believe him, he added hastily:

“The information is absolutely accurate!”

“Where did you get this tip?” Lu Zhongxin asked.

He didn’t doubt his disciple’s words—only that the source might be irregular.

Yu Dazhang had already prepared his answer:

“From a special informant.”

“Special informant” meant a source.

That’s what everyone in the country called them; only in Xiangjiang did they say “source.”

These people usually had regular jobs, just reporting information periodically.

The “special informant fee” was priced according to the importance of the information.

Yu Dazhang said this because special informants had one key trait: high confidentiality.

If he didn’t want to reveal his identity, no one could force him to.

“You’ve got a special informant?” Lu Zhongxin asked, surprised.

He didn’t even have one himself—how had his disciple developed one?

“Master, that’s not important,” Yu Dazhang said quickly:

“Between nine-thirty and ten this morning, the young man Liu Wenfu will be in danger—we must act first.”

Lu Zhongxin nodded.

His disciple spent every day taking reports and recording cases; developing a special informant during this work was normal.

The time was controlled within half an hour, the location and person were clear—this tip shouldn’t be false.

“Then I’ll inform the unit first,” Lu Zhongxin said, turning to walk inside.

“Wait!” Yu Dazhang stopped his master, looking uneasy:

“Don’t tell the unit too many details—I’m afraid the tip will leak.”

Actually, he didn’t want to tell the unit at all—but he knew Lu Zhongxin’s nature; his master would never act alone.

So he could only ask his master to reveal as little as possible to the unit.

He had waited so many days—he couldn’t afford even the slightest mistake.

“Alright, I understand,” Lu Zhongxin replied, then walked quickly into the building.

Yu Dazhang, fearing a change, immediately followed close behind.

When he met Wei Qian, Lu Zhongxin only said they needed to verify a tip—nothing else.

In the system, he was a seasoned veteran.

Many things didn’t require lies or concealment—just rephrasing, and the other side would understand naturally.

An unverified tip? Asking won’t help.

Wei Qian didn’t hesitate at all—he agreed immediately.

He knew officers like Lu Zhongxin acted with the utmost discretion, so there was no need to worry.

Nine-thirty a.m.

Inside a black sedan across from the entrance of Xiuyuan Community.

“You’re saying the young man named Liu Wenfu will be dragged away at the gate?” Lu Zhongxin, sitting in the driver’s seat, asked.

Yu Dazhang sat in the seat behind him, eyes fixed on the gate, speaking firmly:

“Yes, that’s what the special informant reported.”

“This doesn’t sound like a tip,” Lu Zhongxin muttered, sensing something off. “It sounds more like a prophecy—who could know the exact method of a kidnapping in advance?”

Upon closer thought, his disciple’s words had glaring flaws—he couldn’t even pretend to miss them.

In fact, upon careful thought, it was obvious that his disciple’s words contained flaws—so obvious that Lu Zhongxin couldn’t even pretend not to notice.

What about knocking him out and dragging him away?

What about a group rushing up and carrying him off?

Your special informant is too good—how could a tip be this detailed?

Burning paper at a grave… are you kidding a ghost?

Yu Dazhang realized he’d slipped up.

In his past life’s case file, the investigation result had stated exactly this—he’d merely repeated it verbatim.

He should’ve added some artistic embellishment… now he could only force a calm tone:

“Don’t focus on these details—the informant probably mixed in his own speculation.”

Lu Zhongxin had no chance of believing such nonsense.

Who speculated like that?

And if the informant was clueless, was he clueless too?

Suppressing the urge to scold his disciple, Lu Zhongxin checked his phone: 9:35 a.m.

It was already within the predicted window.

He turned his gaze toward the community gate:

“How many suspects?”

“The tip says two,” Yu Dazhang answered instantly.

Lu Zhongxin wanted to curse.

Had tips become this precise now?

If they’re this accurate, why are we sitting here? Why not just arrest them?

If it’s this accurate, why are we still lurking here? Why not just go arrest them?

If he asked, he’d get the same reply: “Don’t focus on the details.”

Ask, and he’ll definitely tell you: don’t focus on the details.

The atmosphere in the car grew tense; both men breathed quieter, eyes wide, fixed on the community gate.

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Lu Zhongxin opened his holster and placed his hand on his pistol grip.

“He’s coming out!” Yu Dazhang suddenly widened his eyes and whispered:

“The one in the light blue hoodie is Liu Wenfu.”

From his past life’s case files, he’d seen several photos of Liu Wenfu; combined with his current superhuman eyesight, he recognized him instantly.

Liu Wenfu stepped out of the community and stood at the gate, glancing left and right—as if waiting for someone.

The master and disciple simultaneously placed their hands on their respective door handles, ready to open the doors and step out.

A moment later, Liu Wenfu showed signs of impatience, then pulled out his phone and dialed.

“It’s ten,” Lu Zhongxin reminded.

Yu Dazhang said nothing, silently watching Liu Wenfu.

He too sensed something was wrong.

Had the detectives in his past life misrecorded the exact time of Liu Wenfu’s disappearance?

Could the police officer who investigated this case in his previous life have gotten Liu Wenshu’s exact time of disappearance wrong?

If the time was narrowed to a half-hour window, investigators had at least two or more witnesses.

Since each witness’s memory had slight variations, only an approximate time could be established.

Usually, investigators would widen that window further.

For example, a ten-minute window—say 9:40 to 9:50—would be expanded to half an hour.

This helped avoid minor errors.

Sometimes, over-pursuing precise timing backfired—it could easily cause the real time to be missed.

If the time was correct, then where was the error?

Why hadn’t the suspects appeared?

Just as Yu Dazhang was baffled, a private car pulled up in front of Liu Wenfu.

Just as Yu Dazhang was utterly baffled, a private car pulled up in front of Liu Wenshu.

He was about to open his door when Lu Zhongxin whispered:

“Don’t move yet.”

Yu Dazhang immediately released his grip on the door handle and turned to look at the car.

The driver’s door opened, and a young woman in her early twenties stepped out.

The car door opened, and a young woman in her early twenties stepped out from the driver’s seat.

Good thing I brought my master… Yu Dazhang thought inwardly, relieved.

Fortunately, bringing Master here… Yu Dazhang silently rejoiced in his heart.

Lu Zhongxin observed the changes around him with an uncertain mindset.

So when a car approached Liu Wenfu, he did not act immediately, but first confirmed whether the people inside posed a threat to Liu Wenfu.

Yu Dazhang, however, was certain Liu Wenfu would be abducted, so as soon as anything happened, he instinctively wanted to get out and stop it.

This was the result of different mindsets.

“They seem to know each other,” Lu Zhongxin continued.

“Not just seem,” Yu Dazhang said with certainty:

“That woman came to pick him up.”

His senses weren’t just superior in vision; his hearing was equally sharp.

Inside the car, Lu Zhongxin could only hear the woman get out and speak to Liu Wenfu, but he couldn’t make out a single word of what she said.

But Yu Dazhang heard every word clearly.

Liu Wenfu was complaining because the woman was late, and she kept explaining after getting out.

Yu Dazhang glanced at the time.

10:09.

(End of Chapter)