Chapter 25 Clues

Jiang Xiaobai held the Yin-Yang Bead in his hand and looked it up and down curiously.

He had traveled a lot with his master Ruthless Emperor. He had seen many holy weapons, emperor weapons, and even supreme enlightenment weapons. He had even seen emperor Ye's tripod several times, but he had never heard of such a magical thing.

If he could often absorb energy like that, then he would be able to lie down and rest all day long, and his cultivation base would also be improved greatly.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but smile.

Originally, in his own state, there were still millions of miles left for him to take revenge for his master. He looked relaxed, but he felt gloomy.

When he was at his best, he was still so miserable. Now that he was not as strong as before, how could he kill powerful enemies?

Jiang Xiaobai tried to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind. He thought that it was more practical to look at the present situation.

What should he do next? He was in a good condition now, which shouldn't be wasted.

It suddenly occurred to Jiang Xiaobai that he had been busy dealing with the assassination event a few days ago and didn't pay much attention to the mask fragments these days. Perhaps it was time to find out the real murderers behind the assassination and end their lives.

There were two groups of people who assassinated him a few days ago, and Jiang Xiaobai thought they were probably not from the same group.

One of them was an ordinary driver. Judging from the injuries on that day, he would be disabled or even dead. The other two were professional killers and were easily handled by him. Then the clues seemed to have been cut off by him.

It seemed that he had to ask someone for help. He had too few information channels and could not track the enemies at all.

Jiang Xiaobai searched all the people he knew in his mind and could do nothing.

After thinking for a while, he finally dialed Professor Zhao's number. As the top leader of the archeology world in Dongjiang Province and the descendant of the ancient clan in the Era of Wildness, perhaps only he could help her.

"Hello, Xiaobai. What's up? Why do you call me so late?" Professor Zhao yawned.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at his watch. It was already ten o'clock in the evening. He then realized that he had been in the room for more than three hours.

"Professor Zhao, I have something to ask for help."

"Well, what's the matter? Just tell me. I'll help you if I can. Don't feel any psychological pressure."

"Professor Zhao, do you still remember that I was assassinated at the gate of my neighborhood last time? I want to get some more information."

"Yes. You told me last time. I guess it might be a test of your identity, but they didn't send out strong men, just ordinary people, so I didn't pay special attention to them. Since you called and asked, do you want to find out the backstage manipulator?"

"Yes, I was assassinated, but I didn't even find the trace of the planner. I know nothing about his identity. I'm not afraid of them, but Xiaoqian is just an ordinary person after all. I'm afraid that if they can't hurt me, they will come to Xiaoqian."

"Well, your worries are very reasonable, but because this matter does not involve any cultivators, our research institute has no reason to interfere. I will contact a police friend and let him help you investigate!"

"Okay, thank you, Professor!"

"Well... You don't have to worry about that. The two killers have done a lot of crimes, and it's not a big deal to kill them. Today is different from the past, and the ordinary laws have a limited binding force on the cultivators."

Jiang Xiaobai knew that Professor Zhao was trying to relieve his pressure.

"Thank you for your concern, professor. I see."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xiaobai looked out of the window at the neon lights, with a sharp gleam shining in his eyes.

Are you ready for my revenge, the rats in the dark?

"Sir, please go to the police station."

Jiang Xiaobai said to the driver in a taxi.

This morning, a policeman called Jiang Xiaobai and they agreed to meet at the police station in the afternoon.

The scenery outside the window quickly retreated. Max City deserved to be the capital of Dongjiang province. There were many foreign tourists, and most of the streets were full of people.

The police station was located in the east of Max City, which was very prosperous. Jiang Xiaobai lived on the old western campus. It took her more than half an hour to arrive near the police station.

"No need to give me the changes."

Jiang Xiaobai took out a fifty-dollar bill and handed it to the taxi driver.

49.7

Looking at Jiang Xiaobai's receding figure, the driver took a look at the price-counting machine again. It was 49.7 dollars. He was speechless.

As soon as Jiang Xiaobai entered the police hall, a policeman led him to wait outside the office on the second floor.

He raised his head and saw the title outside the office---Vice Commissioner. It seemed that Professor Zhao had a great reputation and enjoyed an honorary social circle.

"Mr. Jiang, please come in."

A policeman who seemed to be a secretary stretched out his hand and invited him in.

Jiang Xiaobai walked into the office and saw a bald middle-aged man sitting on the chair and waving at him with a smile, hinting him to sit on the sofa.

"Are you Professor Zhao's friend? I didn't expect you to be so young. I'm the deputy director general of the municipal police station. If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Liu!" Mr. Liu took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly.

"Hello, Uncle Liu. I'm Jiang Xiaobai, an honorary researcher of the No. 1 Research Institute of the School of Archaeology." Jiang Xiaobai introduced himself briefly.

"About the car accident that happened near your community that day, since there were no victims and no live witnesses, we did not consider it as a criminal case but treated it as an ordinary traffic accident. Here is the accident file. You can have a look."

Jiang Xiaobai was a little depressed. If he had called the police in time, he might have found out the manipulator behind the scenes earlier. But on second thought, if the police came, could he deal with the killer easily?

Jiang Xiaobai opened the file and read it roughly. It was a middle-aged man named Zhang Ping, nicknamed "Zhang cannonball". He used to be a hooligan in South City.

Eight years ago, Zhang Ping stopped being a thief and opened a small restaurant to support his family. There were no bad deeds after that as if he had abandoned his evil habits.

Why did such a person take the risk to drive and kill? And he almost lost his life. Did he get some incurable disease like what was played on TV?

According to the record, Zhang Ping was sent to the Max City Second People's Hospital for rescue by an ambulance that day. Although he was still alive, he was half disabled and had become a vegetable.

Jiang Xiaobai opened his past case and found that Zhang Ping had been rushed to the hospital half a year ago and was diagnosed with "frostbite". He was speechless.

"Uncle Liu, can you help me check the bank transfer records of Zhang Ping and his family?" Jiang Xiaobai put down the file.

"Okay, I can ask someone to investigate it now, but don't hold too much hope. If this is a criminal case, generally speaking, the planner is not likely to transfer money through the bank, as other people can get hold of it."

Ten minutes later, as expected, there was no abnormality in the transfer records of Zhang Ping and his family.

There was a moment of silence in the meeting room.