Volume 1 Village Inside and Outside Chapter 8 Private Detective

  Ma Fei handed over a stack of forms, and the little girl who had led him there looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, revealing a surprised expression: "Your handwriting is very beautiful." In college, it has always been more elitist, and students with special talents are highly sought after. Good calligraphy is naturally a coveted goal for student union members to compete for.

  Ma Fei smiled and said: "Excuse me, may I use the phone here?"

  The girl hadn't spoken yet when Yan Lie opened the door: "Ma Fei, is that you? I'm going out for a bit, something's come up."

  The girl rolled her eyes, what a blatant bootlicker, Principal Cheng.

  Ma Fei left the school and boarded the bus. At that moment, several soldiers at the entrance of Tianjing University and on the opposite high-rise building almost simultaneously opened their military communication devices to report his movements to their superiors.

  "Alright, continue to track him down but don't alarm him. If he gets into any trouble, you can step in and resolve it when necessary." The middle-aged female soldier from the military district closed the communication channel and smiled at Liao Li in the bathroom: "Seems like a pretty simple guy, do you have any other requests?"

  Liao Li sat in the bathtub, piling up foam on her body, looking much better than before. She turned to the door and said: "Aunt Lin, I want to know... what does he plan to do?"

  The female soldier smiled warmly: "If it weren't for this big guy, this time would have been really precarious. You should indeed thank him. You're a precious and delicate person, if something had happened to you, how could I explain it to Old Liao? Next time you take such a risk again, I'll send you back to Beijing and let your dad and grandfather scold you properly, see if you're still careless then?"

  "Auntie, I don't dare anymore"

  "Are you really not going to let us think of a way to catch that little rascal who's trafficking drugs?"

  "I think I'll just take him on myself. I don't believe... Besides, I'm sure that this guy's father, the vice mayor of Tianjing City, has something to do with it? If we're going to dig, let's dig deep and not give him a chance to cut his losses!"

  Aunt Lin shook her head: "Little girl is very stubborn and has a deep grudge."

  After a while, the female soldier answered the phone and nodded after a moment: "Alright, you guys keep watching. Report to me on schedule."

  Lai smiled at Liao Li in the bathroom: "That big guy went to the Oakton agency. That's the most powerful private detective agency in Tianjing. You don't have to worry about it."

  "Who's worried?" Liao Li protested in a low voice.

  "Don't worry, they can't leave, I think the lady needs to know that the target is now having a wonderful time on the 8th floor of the Rose Hotel...” Wei Xingguang was shirtless, revealing his lean upper body, lazily tilting his head with the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, leaning against the worn-out sofa in front of the telescope window. He was making a call to his colleague Zou Anni from the Oakton law firm. The angle of the window allowed him to see the main entrance of the Rose Hotel, where he was enjoying beer, pizza, peanuts, and pickled vegetables while chatting on the phone with one side of his mouth, having the time of his life.

  "File it away, the thing is almost done. This guy's number is 01-03-66, what's his name?... Bottom Line Pistons, isn't that a great name?... Why change it? I think it's awesome...... Awesome, not just awesome, but... Respectfully, beautiful Zhou, please respect the hard work and naming rights of frontline workers, okay?... Why is he called this name? Don't you really get it? Look at the pictures sent back every day, isn't that enough to corrupt your... Hey! Keep your voice down, you've shattered the phone's membrane... Who would have thought, a sixty-year-old old man, damn it, changes at least three mistresses every day, does he think he's the king of Fushun Coal Mine?" Wei Hang muttered, with his cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and not forgetting to take a swig of beer.

  "Hello, can I speak to Li Qiao? Ah, is that you? Sister-in-law, it's me... What are you busy with? Why are you panting so heavily... Just caught a colorful duck? Congratulations, congratulations, but really... Not hiding the truth? Won't be doing some exercise with my brother-in-law, will you? ...Wow, your voice is so loud and big, I'm almost unbearable... Don't you think of coming to see me? ...Not to see me... What's good about seeing me, you just want to give me a thumbs down. And I hate the two circles in your hand and the warm air conditioner more and more... Seriously? Report to the government, it's like this: You go to the dance hall next to the Rose Hotel on East Street... Right, right, it's the black light Emperor... Change clothes and wait at the back door, I saw a man who seems to be your daydream enter half an hour ago... Not daydreaming? Why did you spread the photos everywhere if not daydreaming? Let us bad citizens eat vinegar but dare not speak out, your heart is too cruel... How do I know that thing is a wanted list? Don't you say I'm an idiot? There won't be any idiots who recognize characters in the world... Right, right, it's that good fellow who chopped up the lady last year and thinks the wind has passed and comes back to visit? ... A passionate confession: Better bring a few more people, things are ready... Why say this now? Aren't we thinking for you? You think about it, this guy ran for so long, feeling suffocated, coming back to fire a few shots? Half an hour, I estimate everything is done, and it's just the time when the whole body is relaxed and the vigilance is at its lowest..."

  Wei suddenly lifted his neck, and the phone fell to the ground. He shook his head, chuckled to himself: "The voice is really loud, even higher than Jane Zhang's, it's really rare for a beautiful policewoman to use foul language, I have to report this to the leader of the Donghua District Bureau..." He threw down the empty wine bottle, burped, and stood up unsteadily. After looking at the hotel entrance, he picked up the phone again and dialed a number: "Hello, is Brother Biao there?"

  Suburbs. Abandoned factory buildings. Waist-high weeds all around. Tie Biao's face was gloomy as he took the phone: "Who is it?" His left hand wiped over a huge scar on his bright, bald head.

  "Ou Kedun's Weihang. Biao Ge, do you still remember the wanted poster from last month?"

  "Are you talking about Wu Damao from Xitai? In the city? Where?" Tie Biao suddenly jumped up from the rusty iron pipe.

  "He is now in Tianjing, his car is turning from East Street to South, estimated to arrive at Hunjiang Bridge in about half an hour. Silver-gray American Leopard, license plate number Dong D52418. My..."

  Tie Biao slammed the phone to the ground, grabbed his homemade shotgun with his left hand, and yelled at his younger brother: "Get everyone in the courtyard out, get your gear ready! In 20 minutes, block Wu Da's way on the Hongjiang Bridge. Anyone who can't make it, I'll chop them up and feed them to the dogs!" He turned around and rushed towards the scorching sun. Outside the factory building, a huge old military excavator was standing in the weeds. In an instant, a motorcycle crashed through the gate, not caring that a thug's head was smashed by the excavator, humming and whirring, kicking up clouds of yellow dust as it sped eastward.