Dark Light Chaser

Chapter 146 Hu Yingshao

Although the dormitory building is old, the basic lighting facilities are still working.

As soon as the four stepped into the corridor, the dim motion-sensor lights turned on.

The warm lighting did not bring any sense of security to the people; instead, it added a terrifying filter.

It felt as if, at any moment, a group of monsters covered in bandages, with yellowish-brown liquid dripping from their fingertips, would rush out from both sides of the corridor.

The dormitory building was silent and quiet, with few residents. In such a lifeless environment, even the most exquisite things would appear terrifying, let alone such a dilapidated dormitory building that was already eerie.

Based on the scenes in the flashback, Jin Ping'an arrived at the tattooed man's doorstep.

The half-open door gave him a bad feeling.

Wu Ke, holding a pistol and turning on his weapon flashlight, gently pushed open the door and entered.

In the pitch-black room, a figure, oblivious to its fate, lay sprawled on the floor.

Wu Ke cautiously stepped forward and placed his hand on his neck.

“Still alive,” Wu Ke said, turning around.

Upon hearing this, Jin Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief.

The other two team members pressed the light switch, and in an instant, the entire room was filled with the light of the incandescent bulbs, as bright as day.

The sudden bright light made Jin Ping'an feel a little uncomfortable. He squinted to observe the room, but the scene he saw through the crack made him slowly widen his eyes.

The living room now is completely different from the one he recalled.

Although the room looked messy during the rewind, at least everything was in its proper place.

But now the room is a complete mess.

The desk was overturned, two chair legs were broken off, clothes were scattered all over the floor, and most importantly, the tattooed man had blood on his forehead.

Jin Ping'an quickly asked, "Is he alright?"

"It's just a minor cut on the top of your head, nothing fatal... Hey, wake up."

Wu Ke flipped the tattooed man over and slapped him twice across the face, but the man didn't react at all.

The two team members who were pulled over to make up the numbers picked up a strip of medicine: "Team Leader Wu, take a look at this."

Before Wu Ke could identify it, Jin Ping'an immediately recognized what it was.

I bought triazolam from a drug dealer.

This reminds me of the methods the messenger used on the tattoo shop owner and the drug dealer.

Jin Ping'an subconsciously looked at the tattooed man's fingers.

Sure enough, all five fingers on his left hand were twisted into a disgusting shape, like swaying seaweed.

"The deceased... ugh, the victim must have been tortured before falling into a coma."

Wu Ke examined the tattooed man's mouth and saw drug residue between his teeth: "He won't wake up anytime soon. Take him back and lock him up. Before you lock him up, remember to do a check to see if there are any internal injuries."

Wu Ke stood up, clapped his hands, and casually glanced at the illegal drugs his men had found.

"Triazolam, sevoflurane, ketamine, that's enough. With these things, detaining him for ten days won't be a problem."

Hearing Wu Ke speak, Jin Ping'an was completely relieved: "Thank you, Uncle Wu."

"Uncle Wu, my foot! I've only just turned thirty!"

Wu Ke slapped Jin Ping'an hard on the back: "It's getting late, shall I take you home?"

Jin Ping'an coughed after being slapped by Wu Ke. He said intermittently, "Cough cough, no, cough... I'll just make do in the anti-drug team's rest room for the night. Lao Tian is coming tomorrow too, so I won't have to make an extra trip."

"How about we go to the dorm?" Wu Ke suggested.

Jin Ping'an recalled the scene of the anti-drug team's dormitory he visited last time, which was filled with men on both sides.

“…Forget it.”

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The next morning at 10:30, the criminal investigation team.

Tian Hao parked his car in the criminal investigation team's parking lot, then pushed open the door and entered, carrying documents and reports.

"Old Tian, ​​why are you back so soon?"

The receptionist was somewhat surprised to see Tian Hao.

Keep in mind that he was recently transferred to another region for a business trip, and it has been less than a week since he left.

"The case over there has been resolved. The local police had already almost finished investigating it, and they urgently transferred me over just in time to wrap things up."

Tian Hao put down the file bag, swiped his card at the front desk, and chatted for a while to find out about the latest developments in the criminal investigation team.

How's the team doing lately?

"What else can we do? Same old story. A group of people are going around with the technical department's report, but the case still hasn't made any progress."

The detective sitting at the counter hesitated for a moment, looking at Lao Tian: "Also, that kid Jin Ping'an has disappeared recently, he hasn't shown up for several days."

Tian Hao tentatively asked, "Is he still investigating the missing persons case?"

The detective at the front desk looked a little awkward: "Probably, but everyone's busy investigating the robbery, no one has time to mess around with him."

Tian Hao did not respond.

Just as the two fell into a mysterious silence, Liu Yuan, the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team, led a middle-aged man around sixty years old over. Behind them was a man dressed as a bodyguard.

"Tian Hao? How come you..." Liu Yuan looked surprised when she saw Tian Hao again.

"The case over there is over, and as an outside helper, I can't get involved in the wrap-up work, so I came back first."

Tian Hao first explained why he had returned, then looked at the old man and asked, "May I ask who this gentleman is?"

"This is Mr. Hu Yingshao, the vice president of the Qianhua City Calligraphy Association, and also our Captain Shi's calligraphy teacher."

Liu Yuan turned to face Hu Yingshao: "Old Hu, he is Tian Hao, the ace detective of our Qianhua Criminal Police Detachment, whom I mentioned before."

"Don't keep calling me 'Old Hu,' just call me Mr. Hu."

Hu Yingshao waved his hand with a stern face, but when he looked at Tian Hao, he showed a kind smile: "I have heard Hongfang mention you a lot. Now that I see you, you are indeed a handsome man!"
In ancient times, you would definitely be the kind of person who could pacify the world with a pen and establish order on horseback.

"That's ridiculous."

Tian Hao didn't know why the old man was so enthusiastic; seeing him was like seeing his long-lost grandson.

Hu Yingshao grasped Tian Hao's right hand with both hands, shaking him as he looked at the wall of the hall. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Xiao Wang, bring me my pen!"

Xiao Wang, dressed like a bodyguard behind him, immediately took out a wooden box containing pens and Xuan paper from his bag.

Hu Yingshao pressed the button on the brush, and soon the tip of the brush was soaked with ink.

With a wave of his hand, he wrote four large characters on the Xuan paper: Virtuous and Upright!
After finishing writing, he took out his own seal and stamped it on the lower left corner.

"The old man didn't bring any gifts. The only thing he can offer is his calligraphy. I hope you won't find it offensive."

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank Mr. Hu."

Liu Yuan said in a very exaggerated manner, "I begged the old gentleman for a year and two months before he would give me a piece of calligraphy. Go back and frame it right away, you hear me?"

Seeing this, Tian Hao had no choice but to accept the calligraphy: "This... thank you, Mr. Hu."

Hu Yingshao pretended to be angry and said, "You're quite vengeful, aren't you? You remember exactly how long you begged me."

Liu Yuan rubbed his hands together and laughed, "Hey, doesn't this just make your calligraphy seem priceless?"

(End of this chapter)