The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 192 - : 192: There was a beautiful woman who was very wise and resourceful, best at dealing with trifles (second update)

Chapter 192: 192: There was a beautiful woman who was very wise and resourceful, best at dealing with trifles (second update)

“Arrange a meeting for me; I want to see him.”

Five o’clock, Western Prison.

Peng Xianzhi sat down, a man in his early sixties with a somewhat elderly appearance. He looked through the glass at the person opposite him, and after a moment, picked up the phone, “Who might you be?”

Jiang Zhi sat casually, placing the phone to his ear, introducing himself, “Jiang Family’s youngest son, Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi of the Jiang Family in Imperial City.

Peng Xianzhi’s gaze darted away, “I don’t know you.”

Jiang Zhi drawled, “That’s not a problem, as long as I know you.” He leaned forward, and his blurred reflection in the clear glass had crisp edges, “Eight years ago, you were in charge of taking care of the Luo Family’s greenhouse. You set fire to the greenhouse while drunk, resulting in two deaths and one injury, and you were sentenced to life without parole. Am I right?”

Peng Xianzhi didn’t have the patience to listen to him retell past events; his old face showed little emotion, “What exactly do you want?”

“Drunk?” Jiang Zhi chuckled, “Drunk on what sort of drink?” The smile on his lips slowly faded, and his peach blossom eyes looked like a clear autumn deep well, the chill suddenly emerging, “And who gave you the drink you were so drunk on?”

As soon as Peng Xianzhi heard this, he dropped the phone and got up to leave.

The phone still carried that nonchalant, seemingly indifferent voice, “You have a son, named Peng Zhongming, right?”

Peng Xianzhi’s steps halted.

Jiang Zhi lifted his chin, signaling, “Sit.”

Since he had come, he was certainly prepared.

Peng Xianzhi hesitated for a moment but eventually sat back down. This person before him was too aggressive and purposeful, giving him a very bad feeling.

He spoke with an indifferent and lazy tone as if it were none of his business, “You probably don’t know, but your son has developed a drug addiction.”

Peng Xianzhi was shocked, “How could he develop a drug addiction?”

“How he got addicted to drugs,” Jiang Zhi repeated and then casually asked a question, “Do you want me to ask the Luo Family about it?”

“The Luo Family did it?” Horror flashed in Peng Xianzhi’s eyes, which then calmed, his gaze fixed on the person behind the glass, “What’s your real purpose in deliberately stirring things up?”

Stir things up?

Would Jiang Zhi, when dealing with someone, play games so superficial?

He picked up the documents that were set aside and methodically pressed them against the soundproof glass, his long finger holding them down, “This person got your son into drugs.” He paused for a few seconds before switching to another paper, his beautiful knuckles curving, “This one is a transfer record, the remitter, Luo Changde.”

Luo Changde had started plotting three months ago to get something from Peng Zhongming’s hands.

Peng Xianzhi read it, doubtful yet intrigued.

Jiang Zhi was in no rush and slowly said, “Don’t believe me?” He leaned forward and asked, “Then do you believe the police?”

Peng Xianzhi didn’t understand and was still trying to grasp the man’s intentions.

He continued unhurriedly, the phone in his right hand, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed demeanor, dragging out the tone at a leisurely pace, waiting for others to become anxious, “Last week, your son came to Imperial City carrying something to exchange for money with Luo Changde. Last night, he died. There are two suspects—”

Peng Xianzhi was momentarily stunned, then horror-stricken, he shouted, “Who did you say died?”

Unconcernedly, he continued with the conversation he had not finished, “There are two suspects, Luo Changde, and his daughter, Luo Qinghe.”

Peng Xianzhi’s eyes bulged, he stood up, slammed his fist against the glass, lost control of his emotions, and roared, “Who did you say died!”

Jiang Zhi didn’t even flinch, flipping out a photo of the deceased from the files next to him, sliding it under the soundproof glass, “Your son, Peng Zhongming, is dead.” His finger tapped on the glass, tap, tap, tap, and after three taps, his fingertip stopped, he asked, “Are you still willing to risk your life for the Luo Family?”

Peng Xianzhi’s hand holding the photo trembled, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the chair.

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Ten minutes, the meeting was over.

Jiang Zhi left the visiting room. Qiao Nanchu was waiting outside, bored, kicking pebbles on the ground. Seeing Jiang Zhi come out, he looked up, “Did he crack?”

Jiang Zhi shook his head, “Sooner or later, he will.”

They walked side by side, of equal height. Qiao Nanchu was on the left and turned his head to glance at the right, “Were you at the Hongjiang Bridge Cave last night too?”

Jiang Zhi’s gaze to the left, his eyelashes fluttering, he met Qiao Nanchu’s gaze, the beautiful eyes reflecting a handsome face, “Yeah.”

On the ground, two shadows walked together.

“When you got there, was Peng Zhongming already dead?”

“He was dead.”

Qiao Nanchu’s tongue touched the roof of his mouth, pondering for a while, “What time did you get there?”

He said, “Seven fifty.”

He was even earlier than the Luo father and daughter.

That is to say, before the Luo father and daughter arrived, Jiang Zhi was already there, and Peng Zhongming had been murdered.

The time rewound to last night, seven-thirty.

Luo Changde had set the meeting for nine o’clock, there was still time to spare. With the money ready, and he hadn’t yet set off, he received a phone call, “Mr. Luo.”

That voice, wasn’t it Shen Yue, the one close to Luo Qinghe?

Shen Yue informed Luo Changde, “Younger Luo has made a move.”

Luo Changde couldn’t sit still and stood up, “Is she meeting with Peng Zhongming?” No matter how much he guarded against it, he couldn’t protect against his shrewd daughter.

Shen Yue answered, “She went in your name.” After a pause, he added, “Eight o’clock, Hongjiang Bridge Cave.”

Luo Changde sneered, his eyes growing darker, “Well played by her, setting me up again.”

He had arranged to meet Peng Zhongming at nine o’clock, but she went there to intercept at eight, using his name. The Xiao Family really gave birth to a good daughter for him.

He set off as soon as he got the money.

At seven fifty, Jiang Zhi’s car was parked outside the bridge cave. Before getting out of the car, he listened to a phone call.

“Mr. Jiang, Luo Changde should be arriving soon.”

Ding—

Jiang Zhi’s mobile phone received a location alert. He first checked Luo Changde’s location, then looked at Luo Qinghe’s—together almost.

He hummed a response, hung up the phone, glanced at his watch, got out of the car, and headed toward the bridge cave.

Ah Wan also got out of the car, following behind. The area was too remote and it was winter, chilling to the bone. It had rained in the evening. The cold wind howled, a nearby streetlight was malfunctioning, flickering on and off, there wasn’t a pedestrian in sight, and tree shadows swayed on the ground.

It was like shooting a ghost film.

Ah Wan hugged his arms, moved closer to Jiang Zhi: “Boss, are you cold?”

Jiang Zhi ignored him and continued into the bridge cave.

The deeper inside, the darker it got, the lower the temperature fell, and the more aggressive the chill wind became. Ah Wan couldn’t help but shiver, moved closer to Jiang Zhi: “Don’t you think it’s creepy here?”

Despite his towering height of one meter ninety, he was quite faint-hearted, particularly fearful of ghosts and goblins.

Jiang Zhi still ignored him. It was too quiet, too eerie. Ah Wan was terribly spooked, looking left and right, above and below, fearful that something would suddenly appear, especially the ghostly white kind.

Ah Wan was in a panic, feeling an eerie coldness creeping up from his feet: “Do you smell something?” He sniffed, “The scent of crime.”

Jiang Zhi strolled leisurely and calmly deeper into the bridge cave.

Ah Wan was so scared: “Boss—”

Jiang Zhi turned and glanced at him, brows furrowed: “Can you shut up?”

Ah Wan hugged himself: “All right.” He kept quiet, tried to calm down, and looked straight ahead. After five seconds, he screamed, “Ah—”

Jiang Zhi stopped.

Ah Wan jumped back three steps, his face pale: “Boss, there’s someone over there!” And, the person wasn’t moving, there was blood on the ground!

See, he was right, the scent of crime!

Upon approaching, there indeed was a smell of blood in the damp air. Jiang Zhi, disgusted, covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief, standing still, and commanded Ah Wan: “Go see if they’re still breathing.”

Ah Wan: “!”

His biggest fear was when reaching out, the blurry blood-stained person on the ground would suddenly open their eyes, then grab his hand… That kind of precursory to a horror movie!

Ah Wan hadn’t skipped reading horror novels, couldn’t help but imagine the worst, becoming increasingly terrified. He hesitated for a while before moving forward, hesitantly extending his dark, strong, muscular hand, and touched the person on the ground’s neck, then quickly retracted, teeth chattering: “No no no breath left…”

The person was dead!

A corpse!

Ah Wan immediately took out his phone, trembling as he dialed 110.

Jiang Zhi, still covering his nose and mouth, stepped closer to examine the body: “Don’t call the police yet.”

Ah Wan hadn’t finished dialing: “Huh?” He didn’t understand, “Why not call the police?” This was a murder scene, after all!

Jiang Zhi didn’t answer, looked around for a moment, then walked away.

Just walking away like that? Ah Wan froze for a few seconds, then hurriedly followed, feeling a chill down his spine. No, he had to walk in front of his boss.

“Boss, are you just leaving?” Ah Wan paused, looked back, still feeling it wasn’t right. He was a law-abiding citizen, and he felt that in such a situation, he should do what a good citizen would do.

Jiang Zhi walked with a nonchalant stride: “If you don’t want to leave, you can stay behind.”

Ah Wan instantly turned and ran: “Wait for me, boss!”

Their car was parked a distance away. After leaving the bridge cave, Jiang Zhi waited by the roadside for a while and hailed a taxi. He sat in the back seat.

Ah Wan took the passenger seat.

The car’s radio was on, playing an old song during the eight o’clock slot. The driver, in his forties, smiled warmly: “Where to, sir?” Glancing through the rearview mirror, he noticed the passenger behind had dyed blue hair. Although the light was not bright, it did not diminish the impact of that face, calamitous to the state.

So handsome, he couldn’t be a fairy, could he?

He looked out the window: “Waiting for someone.”

The driver felt the place was a bit desolate: “Waiting here?”

The big man in the passenger seat kept quiet, curling up into a ball. The noble and seductive beauty behind said: “The fare is up to you.”

In life, aren’t all problems just about money? Once the money issue is solved, there’s no problem left.

The driver was all smiles: “Okay then.” Feeling good, he made small talk: “Looks like it’s going to rain, you don’t have an umbrella, do you?”

Otherwise, why wait in his taxi.

The person responded irrelevantly: “This car,” he asked lazily and without preamble, “has a dash cam?”

The driver said: “Yes, it’s on.” Then continued the small talk, “Handsome, waiting for your girlfriend?”

The one who in ancient times would have surely brought ruin to the state didn’t bother with him.

The driver didn’t mind; looking that good, how could one not have a temper?

After about ten minutes, two people walked into the bridge cave one after another.

Time rewound to the evening of the following day when the homicide occurred.