Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 694 Help Me Look After Someone
Li Xiang did not answer directly, but instead gave a hint:
"Take a closer look, pay attention to its structure and cross-section."

Upon hearing this, Chang Erbing became even more focused on observing, gently touching the surface and fractures of the stone through the bag with his fingers.

A few seconds later, he suddenly let out a soft "Eh":
"Captain Li, the material and density of this middle part of the stone seem different from the surrounding area? It feels... like it's hollow? Or like it was hollowed out by something?"

Li Xiang took the evidence bag back, held it in his hand, and said quietly:
"Erbing, what do you think this stone originally belonged to, which part of the villa?"

Is it the concrete of the ground, or the masonry of the wall? And how was this hollow cavity formed? Was it caused by an explosion? Or... was it already there?

Chang Erbing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed in realization:
"Captain Li, I understand what you mean. You mean that there were problems with shoddy workmanship during the construction or decoration of this villa?"

Oh dear, I forgot to tell you, when I was investigating this renovation team, I unexpectedly learned that Jia's team is known for cutting corners and using inferior materials, resulting in many shoddy projects..."

Now it was Li Xiang's turn to show a look of astonishment.

No, was he implying something? He clearly meant to say that there's something wrong with the villa.

However, Chang Erbing's approach wasn't entirely wrong; cutting corners was indeed a problem.

Perhaps I'm overthinking things?
Li Xiang shook his head, feeling that his judgment should be correct. After all, if they had cut corners, it wouldn't have wiped out an entire renovation team.

Just then, a blue and white government vehicle pulled up and stopped in front of them.

Li Xiang opened the car door and sat in the back seat, and Chang Erbing followed suit. The car started smoothly.

"Back to the police station," Chang Erbing instructed the constable driving the car.

"Wait a moment!"

Li Xiang suddenly interrupted, after a moment's hesitation, he changed his mind.

"No, let's not go back to the police station yet. Let's go straight to the Second Prison."

Trusting his friend, and since Bai Ye was seconded from the Second Prison, Li Xiang thought it over and decided it would be better to go directly to Feng Mu to ask.

Doing this could have two possible outcomes.

If Feng Mu was completely unaware of this matter and it was entirely Bai Ye's own decision, then they should discuss how to deal with Bai Ye, this destabilizing factor.

However, if Feng Mu claims to be aware of the situation, or even if it was Feng Mu who instructed him to do so, then the issue becomes more complicated.

How to proceed depends on whether their friendship is strong enough to withstand the test, and even more so on how honest Feng Mu is with Li Xiang.

Li Xiang sincerely hoped that their friendship could withstand this test.

The friendship of madmen is too rare, and Li Xiang doesn't want to lose it easily.

"Feng Mu, Feng Mu, this time, you mustn't let me down... I've already faced enough trouble."

Li Xiang was lost in thought.

The blue and white car sped along, and there was still some time before it reached the destination.

While sorting through his chaotic thoughts, Li Xiang pulled out a leather-covered notebook from his briefcase.

The notebook was filled with detailed records of statements obtained during the initial investigation by the police, mainly testimonies from medical staff, bodyguards, and three special service providers at Li Hanyu's villa at the time of the incident.

They are the most likely eyewitnesses, although they all claim they saw and heard nothing.

"They are lying collectively, but why are they lying? Are they afraid of being implicated, or do they have other concerns? Most importantly, what are they hiding?"

Li Xiang shook his head, closed the notebook, and sighed helplessly.

Of course, he couldn't question Li Hanyu. No matter what problems the other party had, he couldn't investigate. On the contrary, he had to cover for the other party.

Who can blame them when Li Hanyu is Councilor Wang Xinfa's mistress? Qian Huan even calls the councilor "Dad."

(P.S.: From Li Xiang's perspective, Li Hanyu, Wang Xinfa, and Qian Huan are "a family of three." They might bicker a little behind closed doors, but they are still "a family of three.")
Li Xiang's frustration stemmed from the fact that the important figures didn't reveal any secrets that might be hidden in the case to him, yet they placed a heavy burden of pressure on his shoulders to solve it.

This makes him really difficult to deal with. He could easily accidentally uncover secrets he shouldn't and then harm friendly forces.

Although the big shot had already hinted at his approach to solving the case, he couldn't rely entirely on fabrication if he wanted to make the case airtight. Ultimately, he needed some solid, reliable evidence to back it up.

"Hey……"

Li Xiang irritably tugged at his hair, and a few strands of black hair quietly fell down.

"And there's also Zheng Geng, who harbors ulterior motives, constantly finding fault and pressing us relentlessly... He's really difficult to deal with!"

Just as he was feeling uneasy, the high walls of the Second Prison slowly came into view through the car window.

The tall, dark, and electric fence-covered concrete walls, reaching over ten meters high, resemble a crouching behemoth. The figures of prison guards patrolling on the walls are faintly visible, and the entire Second Prison exudes a solemn atmosphere that keeps strangers away.

Li Xiang took a deep breath, sat up straight, and straightened his collar.

He needed to be extremely careful when facing his good friend Feng Mu.

…………

The location was still that dark office, but this time there were no eerie video recordings being played. Only a desk lamp cast a dim yellow glow on the desk, barely illuminating a corner of the table and leaving most of the room in deep darkness.

The consul remained seated like a statue behind his large, heavy desk, his figure almost blending into the shadow of the high-backed chair.

His face showed no emotion, as if he were wearing a perfectly polished mask, with only his eyes occasionally flashing at the edge of the light, proving that he was a living being.

"Dong dong dong."

The soft, restrained knock broke the deathly silence.

After receiving a barely audible reply, the raven pushed open the door and came in.

He was still wearing his signature black attire, his face covered by that black mask that seemed to absorb light, and he stopped silently a few steps away from the desk.

He skipped the pleasantries and spoke directly, his voice coming through the mask with a metallic quality:
"I have already put Feng Yuhuai into the Night Watch as you requested."

The governor slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze falling on the raven, awaiting further instructions.

The raven's tone suddenly turned sharp:
"However, on her first mission, the veteran Night's Watchman in her team... disappeared. He was never seen alive, nor was his body ever found."

He emphasized the word "missing" slightly, his gaze fixed on the governor through the holes in the mask.

The consul's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled as he countered with a question:
"So, you suspect that Feng Yuhuai is the one who cheated on you?"

Raven remained silent, though this suspicion naturally lingered in his mind.

Despite the flowery description in the mission report Feng Yuhuai submitted upon his return—claiming a sudden attack by a diverse group of attackers.

The inclusion of unidentified characters such as [Masked], "Old Huang" and "Left White" makes the entire mission seem perilous.

But the raven didn't believe it a million times over!

His bottom line is to tolerate a monster donning the Night's Watch's black robes, but he will never allow that monster to turn its teeth against its own people.

The consul seemed to see through the turmoil of doubt in his heart, his expression unchanged, and he said calmly:
"You're overthinking it. This time, Feng Yuhuai really wasn't lying."

He leaned forward slightly, the dim light illuminating half his face, a very faint smile playing at the corners of his lips:

“She did sneak a late-night snack in the Emerald Garden, but… it’s not what you think.” Raven stared intently at the governor through his black mask.

He always felt that when the latter mentioned Feng Yuhuai's "cheating," there seemed to be an indescribable...excitement in his unfathomable eyes?
The feeling was strange, as if... as if it wasn't Feng Yuhuai who had accomplished that "stealing," but rather the governor himself, carrying a secret sense of satisfaction.

In short, it's very strange.

Raven had secretly investigated the relationship between Feng Yuhuai and the consul.

He used the Night's Watch's intelligence network to carefully sift through all possible clues, but the results showed that the two had absolutely no connection whatsoever, whether openly or secretly.

Like two parallel lines that will never be connected.

This made him even more puzzled and wary of the motives behind the ruling officials' relentless efforts to "cultivate" Feng Yuhuai.

He couldn't understand it, nor could he see through it.

Seeing that the raven remained silent for a long time, the governor assumed that it still did not believe him, so he added casually, his tone carrying an air of knowing full well what was going on:

“The situation at Emerald Garden must be in complete chaos by now. You can check it out for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

However, as a friend, I still have to advise you that the Night's Watch in District Nine is already short-handed and cannot afford any more losses.

"You'd better stay out of this mess at Emerald Garden."

The raven was somewhat convinced, but he didn't show it, nor did he seem to have heeded the governor's "advice." He suddenly countered with a question:

"How do you know so much about what happened at the scene? You wouldn't happen to have been there that night, would you?"

Upon hearing this, the consul chuckled:
"You're getting way off track. How could I possibly have been there? I just... happened to 'sneak peek' at something interesting."

The person was not present, yet they "saw" it.

Raven's heart skipped a beat, as if he had made a connection to something, and his fear of the governor instantly increased several notches.

A long silence fell over the room. In the dim light, dust particles floated slowly in the beams of light, like fragments of frozen time.

After a long while, it was the raven that broke the suffocating silence once again.

He stopped pressing Feng Yuhuai's question and instead asked, his voice even lower than before:
What happened to what you promised me?

The chief executive officer seemed to have been waiting for this sentence, and he reached out and pulled open a drawer in his desk.

There weren't many odds and ends in the drawer, and he pulled something out of it.

It is dark red in color, with a smooth surface and a soft luster similar to pearls, yet it also subtly reveals a medicinal texture.

It emits an extremely faint, exotic fragrance. This fragrance is very peculiar; at first, it seems almost imperceptible, but upon closer inspection, it invigorates the spirit and simultaneously evokes a subtle sense of excitement.

It was a "red wax" pellet.

The chief executive flicked his finger, and the red wax traced an arc in the air.

With a flick of his black robe, Raven steadily caught the red wax in his palm.

He lowered his head and examined the mask carefully for a moment.

Against the backdrop of his black gloves, the dark red bead resembled a drop of congealed blood, with seemingly minute energy flowing within it.

Without much hesitation, he quickly put it into a specially made container inside his robe sleeve.

Having obtained the goods, he turned to leave, seemingly unwilling to stay a moment longer.

"and many more."

The raven paused, but did not turn around immediately.

The chief executive officer watched his retreating figure as he paused, and said calmly:

"Your question... one 'red wax' pellet probably isn't enough?"

hum!
Raven suddenly turned around, and the pupils revealed beneath the mask instantly shot out a chilling, piercing light.

A bone-chilling cold suddenly spread out from him, causing the temperature in the room to plummet. Even the smooth tile floor beneath his feet quickly condensed into a thin layer of ice crystals.

"You—liar—me?!"

The three words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Faced with this almost tangible murderous intent, the consul let out a low, guttural chuckle:

“I didn’t lie to you. What I promised before was that if you helped me get Feng Yuhuai into the Night Watch, I would give you a ‘red candle’.”

"Now, haven't I already given it to you?"

The raven laughed in fury, its voice icy:
"But you said yourself that this thing could solve my problem!"

The consul's smile remained unchanged, and he nodded.

"Yes, I did say that 'red wax' could solve your problem, and that is absolutely true."

He paused for a moment and then added:

"But I don't think I ever said that one 'red wax' would be enough, right? Think back carefully to every word I said back then?"

Did I say from beginning to end that 'red wax' could solve your problem?
"You do me a favor, and I'll give you one. I never explicitly said that just one 'red wax' pill would completely solve the problem."

The raven froze on the spot, as if it had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

He realized he had been deceived, but not completely.

"You...you, the chief executive officer, actually resort to such despicable word games?"

The raven's voice trembled slightly with extreme anger, the surrounding chill intensified, and frost patterns began to appear on the walls.

Upon hearing this, the consul's face instead showed a serious expression:

"Hehe, it seems you have some misunderstandings about me."

"Precisely because I am the Chief Executive, I pay particular attention to the game of words. Because the game of power is often just a game of language and words, isn't it?"

The raven was speechless; he wielded a knife and couldn't argue with someone who controlled a pen.

Continuing to argue verbally is pointless and will only bring shame upon oneself.

He took several deep breaths, and the ice crystals beneath his feet slowly melted as he managed to calm down.

He needed "red wax," especially after he had already obtained one, his desire for it grew even stronger.

"What...do you need me to do for you?"

Asking this question meant that he had no choice but to give in once again and accept the other party's increased demands.

The consul's face broke into a satisfied smile:
"It's so easy to talk to someone who understands. It's simple: I need you to 'look after' someone else for me. Just make sure he's alive for the foreseeable future and don't let him die easily."

(End of this chapter)