False evidence

Chapter 205 The Sinful Eyes (Part 2)
Meng Chao was still smiling.

I'm still smiling.

However, Cao Xinyun's expression gradually froze.

"Beep beep..."

When it saw me start the car, it made another strange noise.

Cao Xinyun glanced at the navigation: "Don't tell me that the kidnapper drove to the nearest police station after abducting the child!"

I shook my head: "You said it yourself, you abducted a child, so what are you going to the yamen for? To turn yourself in? But going to the yamen to have some tea, feed the child, or change your license plate would be quite nice."

Meng Chao remained calm, but Cao Xinyun's expression hardened: "You're not serious, are you?"

I was surprised: "Why not? Your Cao family used to be considered江湖人士 (jianghu figures) in your early years, don't you know the saying 'the darkest place is under the lamp'?"

Cao Xinyun's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, but he didn't say anything more after that.

(Actually, I was still lucid at this point. I knew what 'I' was saying, and twice, I almost laughed at myself. But when I heard that the rickshaw puller who was voyeuristic was murdered, my somewhat dazed consciousness suddenly became firm again.)
The thing I hate most in my life is human traffickers, without exception.

It's a joy to see Gu Haitao get beaten up.

But if it involves human trafficking, I absolutely cannot tolerate it.

In my memory, that child's mother was Teacher Jing.

I have a really bad impression of this old woman.

However, when I heard that the child had been abducted and that Gu Haitao had suffered such injustice, I still couldn't help but lose control.

I'm not a police officer, not a detective, just a veterinarian, and there's only so much I can do.

However, because I received the news that I least wanted to hear, I impulsively decided to make a bold attempt.

'Forced' (at least I think this adjective is still quite appropriate) means to compel a criminal to take the lead in tracking down another group of criminals.

This was truly a 'bold' attempt.

Someone seemed to really appreciate this opportunity and even seemed to enjoy it.

But I must be clear—I must be constantly on guard against the other party taking the initiative...

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

Seeing the number displayed on my phone screen, I couldn't help but frown.

Cao Xinyun glanced at me, took it upon himself to answer the call, and put it on speakerphone.

"Where are you?" Gao He's voice came through the receiver.

I glanced through the car window and casually gave them my location.

"What are you doing at the East Institute?" Gao He asked suspiciously. "Why has your tone of voice changed?"

Cao Xinyun chimed in, "He's not Sanqi, at least not the one you or I know. He's Tenth Master now!"

Before I could finish speaking, I smiled and said, "Hello, Captain Gao, I've heard so much about you. I am Lü Xin."

"Holy crap!"

The other person visibly gasped.

I remained calm: "You don't need to be afraid. I was present during our previous interactions and conversation with Mr. Tong. I know you're a smart person. You should also know very well what kind of person I am now."

Don't worry, this time, I'm just promising someone... ha, no, I should say someone voluntarily gave me a chance to do something—by the way, do people in your government offices take bribes these days? And are there any rewards for doing good deeds?

After a moment of silence, Gao He said solemnly, "Let Sanqi speak to me!"

"He's always been there."

"You, let him talk to me!"

"Tsk, damn it, she's lost her mind."

I hung up the phone and then swiped the screen to navigate.

Cao Xinyun glanced at me and picked up his phone.

I grabbed his wrist.

"Are we still friends?" Cao Xinyun didn't try to break free.

"friend?"

I was a little surprised. "We've been lying in the hospital together for so many days, we're friends now, even if we're not." Cao Xinyun wanted to say something more, but the next second he noticed the movement of my eyes.

Following my gaze, I saw a tall man with a buzz cut and a tuft of blond hair in a black vest over a two-tone jacket, carrying a plastic bag, walk out of a small restaurant on the street.

Hearing the back door creak open, my heart skipped a beat: "Don't get out..."

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Chao had already opened the car door and run towards the man.

'Little Braid' was no pushover; as soon as he heard the car door open, he looked over alertly.

As soon as Meng Chao jumped out of the car, the other person had already jumped over the back of a car parked on the side of the road, then flipped over the hood of a car that was slowing down, and before Meng Chao could chase after him for a few steps, the other person had already disappeared into a small alley.

"You bastard! You've killed someone!"

Cao Xinyun pointed at Meng Chao, who was standing dumbfounded by the roadside, and cursed angrily.

"Don't you dare tell my brother what to do!"

I shoved him hard, and as I opened the car door, I pointed to a location on the navigation screen: "Come pick me up here!"

Meng Chao originally wanted to rush across the street, but Cao Xinyun's words of criticism left him speechless.

I jumped out of the car, walked quickly to him, grabbed one of his wrists, and pointed the iron fan in my other hand at the oncoming vehicles. I then swiftly crossed the road.

"Twenty-one...did I do something wrong?" Meng Chao asked, his voice trembling.

"With Tenth Master around, whatever you do is right!"

I said in a deep voice, pulled him to the alley where "Little Braid" had entered, looked around, and then swung my iron fan at Cao Xinyun, who had already climbed into the driver's seat.

Seeing our van drive away, Meng Chao wanted to chase after it into the alley.

I grabbed him and said in a deep voice, "From now on, you'll listen to whatever I say!"

Meng Chao: "Twenty-one..."

"Call me Tenth Master!"

I glared at him, looked around, and pulled him back across the street to the restaurant where 'Little Braid' had come from earlier.

……

About ten minutes later, outside the restaurant, a red taxi was parked diagonally on the roadside not far away.

The driver's cab door opened, and a crew-cut young man wearing a khaki jacket, zipped up tightly, crawled in.

The young man had barely sat up straight when he sniffed the air and tried to push open the door to get out of the car.

I sat up straight in the back seat and placed one hand on his Adam's apple.

The young man shuddered: "No..."

I glanced at Meng Chao, who had popped out from under the seat, and leaned his cheek against the back of the driver's seat, whispering, "Don't what?"

"Spare my life! I'll agree to anything you say!" the young man said urgently, tilting his head back.

I rested half my face on the cushion, glancing sideways at his eyes as he glanced back through the rearview mirror: "Looks like it's too late..."

"There's still time! There's still time!"

The young man stretched both hands out in front of him at the same time, shook them, and then shakily took out his cell phone from his jacket pocket with one hand and dialed a number in front of me and Meng Chao.

He was initially very panicked, but as soon as the call connected, his voice immediately became lazy:

"Hey, we're out of braised pork chops, all we have are fried pork chops."

Because the car windows were closed, both Meng Chao and I clearly heard the other person curse:
"Oh shit!"

With just two words, the other party hung up the phone.

The young man, who had initially looked terrified, suddenly grinned wickedly at me through the rearview mirror: "Officer, you're young, but you know a lot... uh!"

The smile froze on his face, and the other person's expression turned terrified again.

I released my left hand from his throat, casually pressed the door lock, leaned back in the seat, faced the window, and said calmly:
"This toothpick is a small gift. Besides that, I've prepared several other gifts. If I don't see my child within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, or if my child is dead, you can accept all of these gifts!"

"understand!"

The young man once again stretched both hands out in front of him.

In the rearview mirror, a bamboo toothpick, two-thirds of which protruded from his neck, stood out conspicuously as he tilted his head back.

(End of this chapter)