Chapter 139

"However..." Qi Dongjun continued, "These years of lurking haven't been without gains. Some things cannot be hidden." As he spoke, a sharp light appeared in his eyes. It was the supreme shrewdness of a businessman, "In this world, no matter who it is, what they want to do is their desire. Xi He enjoys the pleasure of manipulating others and likes to take away what others love most. I haven't found Xi He, but I know the Golden Snake Great Immortal well enough. He wants fame and profit, and these were all obtained because of Xi He's guidance.

I used the donated money as bait. Every time it was a cash transaction, I would record the prefix of the cash. This is my most proficient way, and I thought it was the most accurate way to discover the transaction between the Golden Snake Great Immortal and Xi He. Sure enough, a large part of the money the Golden Snake Great Immortal profited from his clients went into his account, and after several turns, it was withdrawn in cash.

On the fifteenth day of the lunar month every month, he would take the cash to Nanling to sacrifice to the god who blessed his business to be prosperous.

Unfortunately, they were too cautious. I have never been able to trace what identity Xi He is living with today.

What surprised me even more is that the appearance of the 'god' that Ying Shuigen worshipped was earlier than your mother's murder. This made me blame myself immensely. It was my negligence that gave Xi He an opportunity to manipulate an adult in the palm of his hand at the age of ten or so." Qi Dongjun said, his voice...

Qi Fei suddenly grabbed the paper on the table and examined the appearance on it again: "He is inviting me... For him, this is just a game..."

In Guiyue Apartment, the Anhun Incense was burning vigorously. Zhong Kui was deep in a dreamless sleep, and Meng Apo beside her was always guarding with anxiety and vigilance.

The security door was knocked.

The wrinkles on Meng Apo's face moved slightly, and she stood up impatiently to open the door.

Sure enough, Qi Fei had his hands on the rusty iron door frame, Pan Ting heavily, his pupils looking like they were on fire.

"The Great Immortal is resting, you cannot disturb her." Meng Apo's hand, like dry firewood, was about to pull the door, but was intercepted by Qi Fei's hand.

However, Zhong Kui didn't know when she had woken up. She appeared under the corridor light like a ghost. The moment the silver bell in her hand rang, Meng Apo fell to the ground like a puppet with broken strings.

"Zhong Kui, your intuition is right!" He held up the crumpled photo in his hand and said impatiently, "I, the monster, I know! Why we ended up together!"

Zhong Kui was not as excited as he imagined, just saying lightly: "Come in~"

She got up and picked up the teapot that was keeping warm, poured a cup of tea, and the tea fragrance overflowed. Zhong Kui stirred the amber tea soup with a silver spoon unhurriedly. The crisp sound of the cup rim hitting the porcelain saucer made Qi Fei slowly calm down from the restlessness of just arriving.

A cup of fragrant tea was poured, and Zhong Kui handed it to Qi Fei politely.

"Marbles, that boy in Nanling." Qi Fei drank the hot tea in one gulp and showed the screenshot in his hand to Zhong Kui again, the pain of his throat being burned making his voice hoarse, "I think it was Zhong Xiaoyu who made you unable to recognize this person. He is Xi He, he is that monster. You are right, the answer you want is not here with you! I'm sorry, this person is my brother. I think the reason you found me is because you felt that the same blood as Xi He's flows in my body.

Now, the only thing I need to know is why he found Zhong Xiaoyu. Eleven years ago, he disappeared after killing my mother.

I don't know why he appeared in Baicheng, and you..." Qi Fei suddenly stopped. He realized that the person in front of him was looking at him with an overly calm gaze, so strange yet so familiar.

This person listened to him talking endlessly about his discoveries with an indifferent expression, as if nothing could arouse her interest.

"You are not Zhong Kui." Qi Fei stood up slowly and looked at the person in front of him vigilantly.

Her entire tone had changed. There was no charm of Zhong Kui. She spoke properly and politely, but carried a high coldness from the bones like an ice field: "Very good, let's see what you have remembered." As she spoke, she had already taken out the silver pendant.

Qi Fei had already realized that something was wrong, but the aftertaste of the tea in his mouth was indescribably sweet, carrying a strong almond fragrance, falling to the bottom of his throat and causing dizzying bitterness.

"What did you put in the tea?" He said weakly, gradually seeing the amber light.

"Very close." The frequency of Zhong Kui's pendant swaying resonated with Qi Fei's weakening pulse, "Let's see how much the detective cursed by blood can remember..."

That was Nanling more than twenty years ago. In the sunset, he walked and walked. Only he could hear the crying. The wind in the mountains blew, rubbing against the ancient stone walls, sobbing in the narrow and endless passage, mocking his crying. The moss on the stone wall seeped out fishy-sweet water droplets, and the sound of marbles rolling echoed in the passage like ghostly laughter. When he was sobbing at the crossroads, in the dim and narrow passage, he saw the hand reaching out to him. The dark red "birthmark" on the wrist was closer. It turned out to be a scar, the scar Xi He burned himself.

"Brother will take you out." The child's voice was wrapped in honey-like warmth, but the temperature of his fingertips was as cold as the rocks in the Nanling underground palace, "Brother's pain, brother wants brother to taste together..."

In a distant place, his mother's call appeared and disappeared: "Xiao He, Xiao Fei... where are you?"

Qi Fei opened his eyes in the smell of camphor mixed with tea fragrance. He was lying on the carpet of the tea room, with incense ash spilled from the Boshan censer remaining between his palm prints, like the incinerated residue of memories.

"I..." He had a splitting headache when he propped himself up. He picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground shakily and saw that it was already three in the morning.

Zhong Kui leaned against the window, playing with the silver pendant, looking like a living thing in the backlight: "You're awake?" She reached out her cold hand and took Qi Fei, who had lost his soul, making him sit on the sofa.

Qi Fei looked blankly at the rainstorm outside the window. The rusty security window helped him slowly calibrate reality. His gaze swept over the cooled tea cup on the coffee table, and a primitive fear suddenly gripped his heart—that kind of fear of the unknown.

"Why did I come here?" Qi Fei muttered.

"You said you wanted to go to Yingshui Middle School tomorrow to investigate the whereabouts of Huang Daqiu's illegitimate child." Zhong Kui said slowly.

Her words seemed to open the channel of his blocked memory. The bizarre thoughts in his mind returned to the positions they "should have" with this answer: "Oh, right... We went to Huang Daqiu's apartment. That illegitimate child has a major suspicion of murder."

Qi Fei slammed on the accelerator, but couldn't suppress the chill spreading from the needle hole on the back of his neck—that chill was crawling toward his brain along his spine, freezing the last bit of doubt into memory waste.