Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

The next day, at the Li family's west courtyard.

Chen Mo lay on the bed, his once jet-black hair now streaked with white, which was particularly noticeable.

"Thank you for your concern, leaders. I'm feeling much better these past few days."

He made a move to get up, but Shen Dajiang pressed him back down onto the pillow.

"Lie down, don't move." Shen Dajiang pulled over a stool next to the bed and sat down, then turned around and waved to the people behind him, "Sit down, don't stand."

Three people were following behind Shen Dajiang.

The man in front of them was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a middle-part hairstyle, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and a dark Zhongshan suit that was neatly ironed, though it was somewhat different from the style of later generations.

The two behind were younger, wearing police uniforms and carrying snacks and fruit.

"This is the newly transferred deputy director, Zhou Peiwen." Shen Dajiang pointed to the man wearing glasses. "From now on, your third team will be under his supervision."

Zhou Peiwen walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. His gaze lingered on Chen Mo's face for a moment, especially on his gray hair.

"Brother Chen Mo, you've suffered."

He gently squeezed Chen Mo's hand, which was resting outside the blanket. "I heard about what happened that day. It's not easy to survive under those circumstances."

"Director Zhou, you're too kind. I was just lucky."

"Luck is also part of skill." Zhou Peiwen released Chen Mo's hand and comforted him, "Take good care of your injury. If you have any difficulties, tell the bureau. We will do our best to help you solve them."

He spoke in a very ordinary tone, his gaze lingering on Chen Mo's face for a moment.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes and coughed twice.

Shen Dajiang sat down on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and after taking a puff, he remembered something and stubbed it out in the lid of the teacup on the bedside table.

"Have you heard about what happened with Lao Ge and the other two?"

Chen Mo raised his head, his expression pausing for a moment.

"Old Ge? What happened to them?"

Shen Dajiang stared at him for a moment, then slowly uttered two words, "Dead."

Chen Mo froze, his lips trembling, somewhat incredulous.

"How...when did he die?"

"About last night."

Shen Dajiang's expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion. "All three of them died at Lao Ge's house. The autopsy results are not yet available."

Chen Mo's expression changed. "Have you found out who did it?"

"We're investigating." Shen Dajiang stood up and walked to the window. "The rain was so heavy last night that many traces at the scene have been erased."

He turned around and stared at Chen Mo, "Don't leave the Li family until your injuries have healed."

"The contaminant incident might be related to the Xikai Church. I suspect it was those foreigners who were behind it."

The room was quiet for a while.

The two young men at the door exchanged a glance, but neither of them said a word.

Zhou Peiwen patted Chen Mo's hand: "Take good care of yourself. The third team has lost three people at once, and we'll have to rely on you old folks to keep things going from now on."

Chen Mo looked up, his eyes red-rimmed, and a forced smile appeared on his lips:

"Don't worry, Director Zhou, I'll go back as soon as I've recovered. I have to see Lao Ge and the others off."

Zhou Peiwen nodded and turned to walk out.

When Shen Dajiang reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

"Chen Mo, the Zhenyi Division is asking you how you killed that corrupted entity."

Chen Mo's expression remained unchanged. "It was a family secret technique; I only managed to kill him by burning my lifespan."

"Okay, that's my reply to them."

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the west courtyard fell silent again.

Once the fat man and the others left, he peeked out furtively from the doorway and plopped down on the stool beside the bed.