Chapter 124 Hibernation

The rain intensified that night.

The courtyard of the East District Inspection Bureau was pitch black, except for the lights still on in the room of Team Three.

The rain covered the windows completely, and looking inside from the outside, the lights were blurred into a hazy mess, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Ge Zhendong sat behind his desk, his hands crossed and supporting his chin.

A map of the jurisdiction was spread out on the table, with a corner soaked by rain.

"I can't find him." Zhou Yuan stood by the window, lifted a corner of the curtain and peeked outside. "I asked those people this afternoon, and he left in a passing rickshaw. He seemed to be badly injured."

"But I've been to several hospitals, and I haven't found a trace of it."

"Nonsense." Liu Dayong said from the broken chair in the corner, "If he were so easy for you to find, we wouldn't have to have such a headache."

Zhou Yuan turned around, his young face showing a defiant look, but he didn't say anything.

Lin Ruoyun sat near the door, her face still a little pale. "Old Ge, do you think he might already be..."

"He won't die." Ge Zhendong didn't look up, pointing to the map with his finger. "Have you checked his area?"

"I've already checked." Lin Ruoyun pulled her coat tighter, her voice low. "I went to his house at noon, but no one was home."

"I asked the neighbors, and they all said they hadn't seen him go back."

Ge Zhendong raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the group of people. "Shen Dajiang only suspects us now, but without evidence, it's all for nothing."

Liu Dayong interjected in a low voice, "But Chen Mo is the evidence."

The room fell silent, and the three of them looked rather grim.

The raindrops pounded against the window, making a pattering sound that was quite annoying.

"Da Yong is right."

Ge Zhendong walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the rain outside. "Chen Mo must die. If he lives, none of us will have peace."

"But we can't find anyone."

"We'll find him." Ge Zhendong turned around, his gaze cold. "Offer a reward. If we find the van that took him, we'll definitely find him."

"We've made such a big fuss, what about Director Shen's side..." Lin Ruoyun bit her lip.

"So we can't look during the day," Ge Zhendong interrupted her. "Right now, we have to go to those car dealerships tonight and find them as soon as possible."

He pulled three umbrellas out of the drawer, tossed them to Zhou Yuan and Liu Dayong, and then glanced at Lin Ruoyun: "You're not feeling well, stay and keep watch. Contact me anytime if anything happens."

She nodded, her face still pale.

Zhou Yuan took the umbrella and suddenly asked, "Did you find it?"

Ge Zhendong didn't say anything, he just glanced at him.

Zhou Yuan stopped asking.

The three pushed open the door, and the sound of rain rushed in, only to be shut out as the door closed.

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It rained for two days.

Ge Zhendong kept increasing the reward, from two hundred silver dollars to one thousand, before anyone finally came to his door.

The man who arrived was the leader of the Dongcheng Auto Dealership, surnamed Sun, in his early forties, with broad shoulders and a thick waist.

Dressed in a soaking wet indigo shorts, he wiped the rain from his face at the doorway and stepped across the threshold before anyone could stop him.

Ge Zhendong stood up from behind the table, glanced at him, and asked, "Chief Sun has come in person. Is there news?"

"Why would I come to collect your thousand silver dollars if there's no news?" Leader Sun pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his neck. "My men are too afraid to come, so I'll make the trip myself."

Zhou Yuan and Liu Dayong exchanged a glance and straightened up.

Ge Zhendong nodded. "The rickshaw that took people that day, was it your company's?"

"Yes." Leader Sun stuffed the handkerchief into his arms. "The rickshaw puller is called Old Wu. He's timid and cowardly. He heard that your inspection bureau was looking for someone, and he was so scared that he hid for two days and didn't dare to show his face. I dragged him out."

Where are they?

"He's squatting outside." Chief Sun gestured towards the door with his chin. "I told him to come, but he wouldn't, so I brought him here. If you have any questions, I'll call him in."

"However..." He rubbed his hands together, a shrewd glint in his eyes, "Whether what he says is useful or not, this thousand silver dollars is mine."

Ge Zhendong glanced at him, said nothing, and simply waved his hand.

Sun, understanding the implication, turned and shouted towards the door, "Old Wu! Get in here!"

A voice answered from outside the door, and a middle-aged man, as thin as a bamboo pole, crouched down and crawled in, shivering all over, whether from the cold or fear, it was hard to tell.

"Stand closer," Ge Zhendong said.

Old Wu took two steps forward, his legs trembling.

The leader, Sun, kicked him from behind. "What are you afraid of? Speak your mind, then take the money and leave!"

Old Wu was kicked and stumbled forward. He swallowed hard and finally managed to speak: "That...that day...it rained heavily that day..."

"I was just about to park my bike and go home when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and saw someone staggering out of the alley..."

"He walked like he was about to collapse, but I thought he was drunk and didn't pay any attention."

"Then the man rushed up to me, grabbed the handlebars, and shoved the inspection bureau's token into my hand."

"And then?" Lin Ruoyun asked, frowning.

The driver glanced at her, "and then I saw his face clearly. It was deathly pale, frighteningly pale, but there was no blood or injury on him. I just don't understand how this person got into this state..."

"Did he say anything?" Ge Zhendong's voice turned somber.

"He said it, he said it," the driver nodded hurriedly. "He gripped the handlebars, and it took him a while to finally manage to utter a single sentence. Welcome to the fantastical world of fantasy novels, the entrance is here: p>

The driver frowned, as if trying to recall his exact words. "He said he wanted me to take him to find Li Jinrong, the third young master of the Li family in Tianjin, and that the fare would be one hundred silver dollars, which he could then collect from the Li family."

The room was quiet for a while.

Ge Zhendong stood up and walked over to the driver, looking down at him: "And then?"

"Then he passed out." The driver shrank back. "I'm a coward and don't dare to cause trouble, but seeing him like that, I couldn't just leave him on the street."

"I...I did as he said and took him to the Li family in Tianjin."

"Has it been delivered?"

"Delivered, delivered." The driver nodded repeatedly. "Everyone knows the Li family's mansion. After I arrived, I gave the token to their steward, and two servants came out and carried the person inside."

Ge Zhendong didn't reply, and turned around to walk back behind the table.

Zhou Yuan and Liu Dayong exchanged a glance but remained silent.

Lin Ruoyun bit her lip, her face even paler than two days ago.

After a long while, Ge Zhendong took out a silver note from the drawer and threw it to Chief Sun.

"Don't talk too much when you're out."

After taking the silver note, Chief Sun grinned and said, "Captain Ge is straightforward! If you need anything in the future, just come to the car dealership to find me."

After saying that, he grabbed Old Wu's arm and started to walk out, saying, "You old Wu, let's talk about the hundred silver dollars..."

Once the door closed, the room became quiet again.

The rain was still falling, pattering against the window.

"The Li family of Tianjin," Zhou Yuan began, his throat a little dry. "The third young master, Li Jinrong..."

"This is troublesome." Liu Dayong rarely spoke in a complete sentence.

Lin Ruoyun looked at Ge Zhendong: "Old Ge, how does he know the Li family?"

Ge Zhendong didn't answer, but just stared at the map on the table, his forehead wrinkles deepening.

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The Li family's house is located in the west courtyard.

Chen Mo has been lying here for two days.

It's called lying down, but it's practically the same as being paralyzed.

After leaving the alley that day, he forced himself to find a rickshaw with the last shred of clarity, handed the token to the driver, gave him the name Li Jinrong, and then knew nothing more.

When I opened my eyes again, I was on this bed.

The rosewood canopy bed was draped with silk curtains, and the bedding was so soft it felt like lying on cotton.

The windows were covered with translucent tiles, so the light that filtered in was soft.

Incense was burning on the table; it was hard to describe the smell, but it made one feel completely relaxed.

"Mr. Chen, would you like another one?"

A hand held a purplish-red grape and brought it to his lips.

Chen Mo opened his mouth, and another maidservant beside him, who had been holding a spittoon, immediately leaned in when she saw his cheek move.

"Mr. Chen, are your legs still sore? Shall I give them another massage?"

The one who spoke was named Yulan; she had an oval face and curved eyebrows and eyes.

The technique was indeed excellent; the pressure was just right, causing the soreness in Chen Mo's calves to gradually subside.

The one who feeds him grapes is called Begonia; she has two dimples when she smiles and is in charge of serving him food and drink.

For the past two days, Chen Mo hasn't lifted a finger to do anything himself.

"I said," a fat man lounged lazily in the armchair opposite, a snuff bottle in his hand, casually putting it into his nostrils, "why don't you stay a few more days? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Li Jinrong winked at him: "I'll take you somewhere tonight."

"Where?"

"The Pavilion of Ten Thousand Flowers"

Chen Mo waved his hand at him, "Never mind, I'm not interested in black girls."

Li Jinrong chuckled, climbed up from his chair, and moved closer. "Don't rush me. If you don't like black girls, there are other beautiful foreign women."

As he spoke, he started counting on his fingers.

"There's chaos and war in Belarus, and a lot of noble ladies have fled there. They have blonde hair, blue eyes, and skin as white as milk. The most outstanding one is named Natasha. She can sing Russian songs, and her voice is... wow..."

Chen Mo remained expressionless.

Li Jinrong didn't mind and continued counting on his fingers: "Besides, Japanese girls may be short, but they are gentle and serve people very well."

"There are two in the Wanhua Brothel, one named Sakura and the other named Kazuko. They wear kimonos and wooden clogs, and they walk with such tiny, shuffling steps..."

Chen Mo still didn't react.

Li Jinrong raised an eyebrow and switched to another finger: "There are also Western ones, real Western goods, the kind with blond hair and blue eyes."

"One of them is French, her name is something like Mary, her waist is so thin..." He gestured with his hand, "you could wrap your hand around it. The other one is English, a proper clerk from a trading company, she can dance."

After saying that, he looked at Chen Mo smugly: "So? Not a single one of them caught your eye?"

"Forget it, I'll go another time. I have something to do tonight."

Chen Mo waved for the two maids to leave, then stood up and stretched his limbs.

His bones made a cracking sound.

After lying down for two days, my depleted mental energy was almost fully restored, and even subtly improved.

However, the Yin energy in his dantian, which had been completely depleted, is now only about half full.

But half is enough.

Killing them should be easier than killing that infected creature.