TSM Chapter 26

At the intersection of Jīng Shí Fourth Road, the site of Gě Yáng’s car accident, the location is remote and lacks surveillance cameras, while the nearby Bì Yīng River Bend is precisely where the murder occurred.

A series of problems gave Shí Jiǎnbái a headache, and he habitually looked towards Zuǒ Yú…

Zuǒ Yú’s words were stuck in his throat, not yet spoken when the person disappeared before his eyes. His expression relaxed slightly, and he took out a playing card from his pocket—the Spade J. He had swiped it from under the dead woman Xīn Rán’s long hair. A barely perceptible smile floated on the corner of his lips, and he put it away again.

After a while, a taxi steadily stopped by the roadside outside the City Public Security Bureau. Shí Jiǎnbái rushed into the bureau without stopping, startling the police officers who were working overtime. They hurriedly wiped away the drool from their mouths, all with bewildered faces, sleepy-eyed, staring at Shí Jiǎnbái’s rash actions.

He turned on the computer, accessed the public security system, and began to investigate one by one, seemingly completely unaware that it was already one in the morning…

Inside the Zuǒ Clan Càn’ěr Group’s 22nd-floor office, Zuǒ Yú stared grimly at the 24-inch computer screen. The screen displayed a simulated portrait of the Spade J. Although there were slight discrepancies, it was mostly accurate. After learning that the Spade J was the waiter he had seen, he had a portrait artist create it based on his description. To this day, he still hadn’t received any information about the waiter’s identity, which made him start to waver.

Back then, Míng Yuè Yě went undercover in the Poker Gang. If it hadn’t been because there was a mole within the City Private Security Bureau, how could her undercover mission have failed and she died unjustly? How could he trust the people of the Private Security Bureau again…? Hiding so deeply and knowing the undercover secrets, it was clearly a high-level leader. He had secretly investigated the City Private Security Bureau Chief and the Municipal Party Secretary, both of whom were of higher rank than Shí Jiǎnbái, but to no avail. He thought about gradually calming his restless heart.

Unsurprisingly, Zuǒ Yú spent another night in the office. Ever since the bombing, getting a good night’s sleep had become a luxury for him, either due to nervous tension leading to severe insomnia or being awakened by nightmares.

Cold rainwater entered his eyes with the wind. Black clouds were knotted together, a mixture of light and dark blurred into a mass. There were no pedestrians, no vehicles, no intertwining neon lights on the road. Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder.

He suddenly opened his dry eyes and saw the gray-black ceiling. He only felt his heart racing, his whole body cold, his breathing rapid and unstable. He staggered to his feet and drank the entire bottle of mineral water in a few seconds. He swung his arm violently towards the ceiling, feeling much better… The dream had once again allowed him to experience the pain of losing her. He rubbed his forehead, trying to calm his uneasy emotions.

“Ring ring ring…”

The phone on his desk rang, pulling Zuǒ Yú’s thoughts back. He took a deep breath and walked to the desk. His voice was still hoarse and emotionless: “What is it?”

“Surname Xīn?”

“Yes.”

“Tell her to leave.”

“Knock knock knock…”

“…”

“Can you talk now?” He lightly blew on the coffee and took a sip.

“…”

Zuǒ Yú half stood up. “Mr. Zuǒ! Please… help me!”

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