Chapter 120: Ask You to Be My Consultant Again

It was 8:30 p. m.

Lin Feng sat on the second floor of the Fierce Tiger Gym.

He had just drunk some red wine at Shu Jingya's place, fearing a DUI check.

So he called Zhao Xiaoyang over to drive the car back.

He still had to go to the bureau later to pick up Qi Yao, so Lin Feng stayed here.

Qi Yao had to work overtime until ten p. m.

Leaving at 9:30 p. m. was just right.

Lin Feng sat on the second‑floor sofa, smoking a cigarette while looking at Shu's lesson‑preparation materials.

Downstairs, Zhao Xiaoyang, Duan Fei, Liu Erwa, and two other young city folk were sitting together eating barbecue.

The taste of their own grill was, of course, not as good as the one from outside.

So after lighting the barbecue grill, the bunch ordered a huge amount of takeout.

That way they didn't worry the barbecue would get cold and lose its flavor.

Liu Erwa took a few sips of Alcohol and started talking about women.

"Listen, you guys, a woman still needs to be cultured. Even if it's just street‑roasted chicken, I'll ask about her credentials," he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaoyang and the others burst into laughter.

Liu Erwa said seriously, "I'm older than you, I've experienced every kind of woman. My first wife didn't even finish middle school; at night in bed she wouldn't even move, just like a wooden puppet."

My second wife graduated high school; she was also a wooden puppet at first, but after I often showed her porn movies, she eventually started humming a couple of notes.

My third wife, the one I have now, is a university student, proficient in all eighteen skills, and occasionally throws in some unexpected surprises, so a woman really does need to have seen the world!

After Liu Erwa finished, a yellow‑haired guy said, "Brother Liu, what you said isn't right! When I was at home last year, the neighbor Wang Er Sao hadn't gone to school at all, but her enthusiasm could melt my body…"

But she's not very clean; I dislike the lingering burnt smell on her, and women from the big city are better—fragrant all over.

Zhao Xiaoyang patted the yellow‑haired guy's shoulder and said, "Next time you go back, bring a bottle of perfume for your Wang Er Sao."

The yellow‑haired guy hurriedly replied, "I won't go back; I don't dare to ever return. If Wang Er Ge sees me, he'll cut me up."

Duan Fei and the others laughed again.

Liu Erwa didn't laugh, furrowed his brows and said, "Looks like I still have to bring my wife into the city, but if she comes, what should I do about wanting street‑roasted chicken?"

As soon as he finished, Zhao Xiaoyang let out a 'Poochi' laugh.

Fortunately it didn't spray onto the pile of barbecue.

"Hahaha…"

A burst of loud laughter rang through the gym.

Lin Feng heard it and laughed too; Liu Erwa, who's been away for years and leaves his wife at home, was reminded of his own wife by the yellow‑haired guy's words.

Long‑term separation easily leads to trouble!

Lin Feng set the documents aside, stood up, and leaned over the railing to look at the first floor.

Below, besides Zhao Xiaoyang, Duan Fei, Liu Erwa, there were two other young city folk whom Lin Feng didn't know well; they usually worked nearby with low wages, and when Lin Feng needed something, he would give them some money to help out.

Then these people, along with their acquaintances, distributed the money they received, spreading out like a web.

It was starting to look like a loose gang organization.

But don't underestimate them.

Last time, after Lin Feng said a single sentence, within half a day they procured a cloned‑license car.

Besides that, they could also gather a lot of information from society.

People that even some police couldn't locate, they could find easily.

But Lin Feng silently warned himself that he shouldn't get too deep in this area.

If one day he were caught as a society big‑brother, there'd be nowhere even to cry.

Around ten p. m., Zhao Xiaoyang drove and dropped Lin Feng off at Qi Yao's workplace.

A moment later, about ten o'clock, Qi Yao walked out from inside.

After delivering Lin Feng and Qi Yao to the Beautiful City Century Community, Zhao Xiaoyang left.

He only ate a little homemade steak that night; after going upstairs, Lin Feng's stomach began to gurgle loudly.

Qi Yao didn't wait for Lin Feng to speak and went to the kitchen to make steak.

Lin Feng stood in the doorway, watching the whole process.

The ingredients, steps, heat, seasoning, frying time, everything was correct—why did the flavor turn out wrong?

"Yao Yao, did you use some secret recipe? Why can't I replicate this flavor?"

While eating the steak, Lin Feng first let out a 'Mmm' of appreciation, then curiously asked.

Qi Yao replied lightly, "Because you didn't put your heart into it."

Lin Feng was taken aback, then gave a thumbs‑up and said, "Insightful!"

Qi Yao is focused on everything she does, whether she's carving a corpse with a knife or cooking a steak.

But that can't be learned.

It's like the same sword manual; different practitioners get different results.

Lin Feng mentioned his plan to attend a class at an art academy tomorrow.

Qi Yao gave no comment.

Lin Feng asked, "Do I look like a university professor to you?"

"Exactly!"

Qi Yao said lightly.

Lin Feng suddenly felt his whole body brimming with power.

Qi Yao didn't eat much dinner at night, she was already hungry, and finished eating before Lin Feng.

After finishing, she wiped her mouth, placed her hand on the table, and stared at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng asked, "I read the news today; tell me about it, will you?"

Qi Yao said, "The victims were a married couple, their six‑year‑old son, and a nanny. It can be confirmed that the murderer's original target was the couple.

After the crime, while the murderer was cleaning the scene, the six‑year‑old child suddenly opened the door, saw the murderer, and was then killed by the murderer.

As for the nanny, the murderer may not have intended to kill her at first. But later, having thought of something, the murderer returned and killed her…"

While Qi Yao narrated, Lin Feng thought about why Zhang Yao would kill the nanny.

He quickly thought it was probably because of that set of keys.

If the police discovered that the nanny's keys were newly made, what about the original set of keys?

Following this clue could very likely uncover some traces.

A further check revealed rumors of a feud between Zhang Yao and Li He.

Of course, this was Lin Feng's deduction from a god‑like perspective.

People like Qi Yao and Detachment Captain Liu, who are handling the case, for now—or even forever—won't think of these.

"Has the murderer's portrait been drawn yet?"

Lin Feng asked.

Qi Yao replied, "An adult man or woman, in their twenties or thirties, with a high education, meticulous thinking, and about 1.7 meters tall."

"And then?"

After Qi Yao finished, Lin Feng asked.

Qi Yao shook her head, "The murderer left very few traces at the scene and even employed anti‑investigation tactics, so we have no leads for now. At today's meeting, someone suggested Captain Liu hire you again as a consultant."

She said that and looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng smiled, "Just pay me a salary, but I can't promise to find any clues for you."

After finishing the meal, he tidied up his things.

Then he prepared to go to sleep.

Lin Feng took a bottle of lubricant from his pocket and said, "This will make it more comfortable."