Even if you belong to a demonic sect, you still have to bring glory to the country.

Chapter 204 Then I'll try again next time.

"A cunning and treacherous old man."

It was already dark when I left Zhou Kaihe's house.

When asked about the process of questioning Zhou Kaihe, Sheng Daizhen gave these four words.

Her intuition as a criminal investigator told her that Zhou Kaihe was suspicious.

But I feel it cannot be used as evidence.

Twenty years ago, Zhou Kaihe was just a young man in his early twenties. Now that he's older, his eyes reveal a sinister edge and a distinctly fierce intent.

He remained very calm.

He didn't go out today because there was a problem with the gas pipe at home, and he had someone come to repair it.

Regarding the events of many years ago, Zhou Kaihe directly admitted that he had indeed met Li Yong, who was the man who had disappeared from Gaodi Village more than 20 years ago.

He had eaten with Li Yong before setting off, but Li Yong left after the meal, and he really didn't know anything about what happened after that.

He and Fu Sanqiang only had simple contact. He went to help Fu Sanqiang renovate his house, but Fu Sanqiang had already done the wall construction when he went there. He only painted it once. What did he know?
Twenty years later, with limited surveillance at the time, it was impossible to determine Zhou Kaihe's case based on a skeleton whose identity had not yet been confirmed.

Even if it is confirmed that the remains are indeed those of Li Yong, there is no conclusive evidence, and it cannot be used as proof of the Zhou Kaihe incident.

Now that Fu Sanqiang is dead, he has no way of knowing the truth of the matter.

They have witnesses and physical evidence, but they lack one piece of irrefutable proof.

Even the eyewitnesses from that year have no clue.

My colleague asked, "Should we keep an eye on him from now on?"

Sheng Daizhen sighed: "Keep an eye on him. This guy doesn't look simple. We can't take him down without direct evidence."

She and her colleagues had no choice but to leave.

On her way back, she thought about Amon, whom she had just met, and had some doubts, but she did not stay.

She had Amon's contact information and sent a message to her phone watch.

Amon also received it.

Amon was not surprised to see Sheng Daizhen's message and replied with a voice message: "Just came on a picnic with my sister."

There is no other reason.

After dinner, Yang Xifei took Amon for a walk along the river.

Because there were still many students, everyone could be seen, so the teachers weren't particularly nervous. However, they weren't allowed to go to the mountains or forests alone; they had to wait for group activities.

These children are all fourteen or fifteen years old, and they still listen to what you say.

As they walked, Amon arrived at the place that Shengdai had visited earlier that day.

It was a standalone building, unlike the other buildings that were placed sideways.

There is only one narrow path leading through it.

The building has three floors, but only a simple light is on in a room on the first floor.

As Amon walked over, Yang Xifei noticed they were about to fall behind the group and whispered, "Let's not go over there."

Amon: "What are you afraid of with me here?"

Yang Xifei had seen her abilities before.

Yang Xifei isn't afraid of getting into trouble, but she's afraid of the school's rules: "If the teacher finds out I don't listen to instructions, they'll deduct points from my conduct score, and if I lose too many points, they'll call my parents."

This is what I feared most during my student days.

Amon paused for two seconds, then said, "You're so annoying."

Yang Xifei also felt a little wronged: "Amon, you can't do this."

She was always afraid that Amon would go out and cause trouble.

Amon pursed his lips when he saw how timid Yang Xifei looked.

"Alright alright……"

After saying that, he and Yang Xifei turned around and went back.

At that moment, a man walked towards them and brushed past them.

The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance. Yang Xifei glanced at him and felt a little scared. Perhaps it was because as they walked further, the village lights were reduced to dim streetlights. The scenery here was nice during the day, but it was too secluded at night.

She and Amon were about to return to the liveliest guesthouse.

Amon suddenly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man with great interest.

Seeing Amon's expression, Yang Xifei asked softly, "What's wrong?" Amon had never known what fear was, so she looked at Yang Xifei, then suddenly beckoned, making Yang Xifei lower her head slightly.

Yang Xifei lowered her head, and Amon whispered in her ear, "He smells very much like a dead person."

That level of exposure felt like being pickled and marinated alongside corpses every day.

Yang Xifei felt like her world had collapsed.

She glanced instinctively at the man who had just walked past; he was heading towards the building to the side.

As if sensing something, the other person suddenly turned around as well.

When that sinister gaze met Yang Xifei's, her heart pounded like a drum.

She instinctively grabbed Amon and tried to leave.

Who knew that Amon, hands on his hips, would yell, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Xifei: "..."

In hindsight, I realized that Amon was actually much more terrifying than this person.

But Amon appears too harmless, and since he hasn't caused any trouble yet, it's easy to overlook this.

The other party probably didn't expect Amon to have such a bad temper. After pausing, they glared at Amon, turned around, and continued walking.

Yang Xifei led Amon back to the guesthouse.

That night, Yang Xifei fell asleep, and Amon got out of bed.

She put on her coat, opened the door, and went out.

The people inside were fast asleep, and no one noticed Amon's behavior.

Once downstairs, most of the villagers were resting.

Only the faint sounds of people playing mahjong could be heard from the mahjong parlor in front.

Amon didn't walk along the river in front, but behind the house.

She swaggered over to the side of the building.

The lights were still on inside the house, the door was closed, but the second-floor window was open.

As night deepened, Amon flew up the wall and entered the house through the open window.

The second floor is very messy.

The room looked like it was used to store miscellaneous items. She walked down the stairs, her little leather boots making a lot of noise on the stairs, without trying to hide herself at all.

The people sleeping on the first floor were quickly awakened.

The first floor has a simple, large living room that is very clean.

But a large black centipede emerged from some corner and crawled over to Amon.

Amon bent down, and the centipede twisted its body and crawled onto Amon's fingertip.

Amon muttered to himself, "The quality of the insects is not bad."

Such a good nest must have raised a lot of good insects.

After all, a human corpse is indeed the best source of nourishment.

"Snapped--"

The lights then blazed on.

Zhou Kaihe stood there, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, coldly watching Amon enter.

Amon raised his head, his expression as innocent and naive as ever.

*
Late at night, Li Sui was woken up by a phone call.

She answered the phone groggily and realized it was from Amon: "Go on!"

There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

After all, being woken up while sound asleep really made Li Sui lose her temper and high quality.

"Master, I've been kidnapped! Please come and save me! Waaaaaah!"

Amon's somewhat fake crying brought Li Sui back to her senses. "Kidnapped? Then why are you calling me now? Did the kidnappers confiscate your smartwatch? Are you sure the cult leader can save you if they kidnapped you? You should call the police, after all, this is the only thing I can do."

Amon looked down at Zhou Kaihe, who had fainted.

"Oh, I'll try again next time, hehe."