Chapter 368: The eyes of the host light up

Drizzling...

Drizzling...

Unconsciously, it actually started to rain.

Zhang Yong stood in the rain and actually felt a hint of coolness. Oh, it's autumn now.

The autumn rain is cool. It's easy to catch a cold.

No choice but to get in the car.

Heading to the next location.

There is a checkpoint ahead. It is full of military police and police officers.

They are checking very strictly.

However, there are some idle people nearby.

They are all homeless people. There are also beggars. They are hunched over next to the checkpoint. They don't care about anyone else.

The drizzling rain seems to have no effect on them.

Their bodies are covered in yellow mud. It seems like they are yellow mud people. You can hardly see their original appearance.

Some of them even walked past the checkpoint with crutches, broken bowls and covered in mud. The soldiers covered their noses. They didn't want to get close to those people. It probably stank.

'What's wrong with those people?'

'Oh, they're all bald-headed Indians. Even the Lord of Hell won't accept them.'

'Do these people have any documents?'

'No.'

'Are they all that free?'

'They're all dry. They can't hide anything. Why bother?'

'Oh...'

'If they starve to death, we'll have to hire someone to collect their bodies.'

'That's true.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Those people really looked pitiful.

Judging from his perspective, he really couldn't tell if anyone was in disguise. They must all be genuine beggars.

Everyone else is in such a difficult situation. They have sores on their heads and pus oozing from their feet. Even the most heartless soldier probably wouldn't cause trouble with these people.

It would be best if they didn't die in front of him. Otherwise, if the officer told him to dispose of the bodies, he would have to do it himself. He would get the bad luck. He might even catch an illness.

Many beggars had sores here and there. They were oozing pus everywhere.

He didn't know when they would die in the corner of the street. It was fine when it was warm. Once winter came, with its heavy snowfall...

He shook his head.

Zhang Yong pretended not to see.

This was the reality of society. There was nothing he could do to change it.

Red-clad female ghost...

Red-clad female ghost...

Where exactly are the clues to the red-clad female ghost?

'Creak!'

Suddenly, a military vehicle arrived.

It was the vehicle of the military police headquarters. A lieutenant colonel jumped out of the vehicle.

Gu Bafeng went up to greet him. Soon after, the lieutenant colonel drove away again. Gu Bafeng turned back.

'There's nothing else to be gained elsewhere,' Gu Bafeng sighed.

'How many people did you deploy?' Zhang Yong looked around. There were a lot of military police. They were everywhere at the intersection.

Logically, with this level of security, even if the Transformers came, there would be no way to hide. But the truth was so strange. How did the woman in red keep coming and going?

If the murderer was not one person, but a group of people, how did they organise themselves? How did they coordinate?

The key was, why were they so good?

They didn't even leave any valuable clues at the scene? Only a master could have done this.

The question is, where did so many experts come from...

Suddenly, my mind is wide open. Could it be the Green Gang or the Hungmen?

It seems that only they have such strength.

Moreover, the intelligence and the Hungmen have people planted in the military police headquarters, who may be able to help them pass through the roadblocks...

While I'm rambling, a red dot enters the map range.

Huh?

A Japanese spy?

Forget it...

Right now, we need to catch the red-clad female ghost. We don't need to catch the Japanese spy.

If we waste time on the spy, even if we catch him, we won't be able to fill the gap left by the woman in red.

'Where's the next crime scene?'

'Ku Shui Hutong.'

'How many dead?'

'Seven.'

'Are they all petty thieves active in the area?'

'No.'

'Did the murderer catch them?'

'Yes.'

'Then how did they pass through the checkpoint?'

'I don't know.'

Gu Bafeng shook his head.

Checkpoints in those days were very weak.

They could only search the bodies of people passing through for contraband. They could also check whether people had any identification documents.

If there was no contraband and the person had a valid ID, they would naturally not be stopped. It was also impossible to record the information of everyone passing through. The workload was too great to do so.

Even in the military police ranks, few of the soldiers at the basic level could read. How could they register?

The thieves who were killed had their own ways of getting around the checkpoints. They could get through here and jump there. Each one finds a way.

'So, in the face of thieves and other problems, the checkpoint is actually useless?'

'More or less. You can only check the gentlemen, not the villains. The lower-class gangs have too many ways around it.'

'Sigh...'

Zhang Yong sighed.

How can you check? Check the hell...

Is it too late for me to go back to school to study criminal investigation?

I already said that I only know how to catch Japanese spies, not anyone else.

But they want to catch a red-clad female ghost.

This is clearly beyond the scope of services...

Suddenly, the map shows that the red dot is getting closer and closer.

It seems to be coming his way?

Zhang Yong: ...

Forget it. I'm in a bad mood. I'll catch a Japanese spy and beat the hell out of him.

If I can't catch the red-clad female ghost, I'll take it out on the Japanese spy. After I'm done beating him, I'll hang him from a lamppost for public display. Let's see if they dare continue to interact with Jinling.

Soon after, the red dot really appeared around the corner...

Zhang Yong's eyes darkened.

Huh?

It's a beggar?

On crutches. Holding a broken bowl. Ragged clothes. Dirty.

Because of the rain, the beggar was also covered in mud. You could hardly make out his face. There was also mud on his head.

The first thought in his mind was Miyamoto Tekuma.

Is that guy?

Then I realised it wasn't. The other person's skeleton was different.

Disguise can change a person's face and appearance. But it's impossible to change one's body shape.

Especially the skeleton. It's predetermined by one's birth. No matter how much make-up a burly person wears, they can't become petite. Similarly, it's hard for Wu Dalang to disguise himself as the fierce Zhang Fei...

The other person wasn't Miyamoto Tekuma. But he was definitely Japanese.

What was a Japanese person doing disguised as a beggar? Practising ninja again?

Are they all perverts?

Why did he have to dress up as a beggar? He made himself look repulsive...

He waited for the other person to approach without making a sound.

The beggar was also very calm. He dragged himself through the mud, balancing a broken bowl, and came to Zhang Yong and the others.

He smelled really bad.

Gu Yabeng couldn't help but cover his nose.

Zhang Yong also covered his nose.

The others avoided him.

A look of disdain seemed to flash in the beggar's eyes. But no one noticed.

Zhang Yong didn't see it either. His powers of observation weren't that strong. But he said nonchalantly, 'Are you also from the Miyamoto family?'

The old beggar pretended to be dumb. He didn't react at all. It was as if he hadn't heard a thing.

The others were also at a loss.

'Stand further away,'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He told the beggar to stand more than ten metres away.

There was a puddle over there. The beggar stood in the middle of it.

Old beggar: ...

Others: ...

Zhang Yong reached out and took a wooden-handled grenade from the military policeman, pulled the string, and waited two seconds. Then he threw it into the puddle at the old beggar's feet.

The others: ?

They were all stunned.

What was this for? To blow him up?

They couldn't help but feel a chill. This Zhang Yong is really ruthless. He treats human life like grass.

'Don't...'

Gu Bafeng called weakly.

This is too obvious. It's easy to attract accusations.

A beggar's life is also a life.

If there is no need, what's the point of killing the other person?

However, at this moment, the old beggar, who was oblivious, suddenly moved, quickly diving to the side in a fish leap, while rolling quickly at the same time.

Gu Bafeng: !!!

Everyone else: !!!

Their minds immediately realised that something was wrong.

The movements of this old beggar were so fierce and agile.

The words that came to mind were: 'as still as a virgin, as quick as a hare.'

That was no exaggeration.

Son of a bitch!

Something's wrong!

Unfortunately, their actions were nowhere near as quick as the beggar's.

Their minds had reacted. But their bodies had not.

'Boom...'

The grenade exploded.

The explosion sent up a large amount of muddy water.

In the blink of an eye, the beggar had rolled more than ten metres away.

The explosion had barely affected him.

On the contrary, after the explosion, he quickly bounced up and disappeared into the nearby civilian house.

Zhang Yong did not pursue him.

This was a Japanese spy. Not the female ghost in red.

He now had to catch the female ghost in red. Not the Japanese spy. A Japanese spy disguised as a beggar would certainly not be very profitable.

The point was, this Japanese spy was very good. It seemed that he was very skilled in combat.

It felt like a replica of Miyamoto Tekken. His combat effectiveness was comparable to an uninjured Miyamoto Tekken.

If he pursued him, it could be dangerous.

'Go!'

'Go!'

However, Gu Bafeng was getting into the swing of things.

For him, this was the perfect opportunity to redeem himself.

He hadn't caught the female ghost in red, but catching some other enemy would be good. This old beggar obviously had problems.

So agile. Definitely not an ordinary person. Once caught, he might really be able to interrogate the female ghost in red.

A large group of military policemen immediately rushed up.

At the same time, attracted by the sound of the grenade explosion, nearby military policemen also rushed to support.

Zhang Yong stood still. He watched the commotion quietly.

He silently monitored the Japanese spy's movements. He noticed that he was extremely fast and quickly fled to the edge of the map.

He was indeed an expert.

Gu Bafeng would not be able to catch up. There was nothing ordinary people could do against someone like him.

'Shaolong!'

'Shaolong!'

Someone suddenly called out. It was Zhou Weilong, the intelligence chief.

Zhou Weilong was nearby. He heard the explosion and rushed over immediately. But he didn't know what had happened.

In addition to Zhou Weilong, Dai Yice and Liu Daowu also came.

Zhang Yong went up to greet him, 'Section Chief Zhou.'

'What happened?' Zhou Weilong asked.

'Nothing. We just found a Japanese spy. He got away.'

'Japanese spy?'

'Yes. A Japanese spy disguised as a beggar,'

'Japanese spy? Beggar?'

'Yes. It's probably someone from the Miyamoto family...'

'Miyamoto family?'

'Yes...'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Suddenly, something seemed to come to mind.

For a moment, there was a very clear thought. However, it was never captured.

Sigh...

'Pop!'

'I got it!'

Suddenly, Zhou Weilong gave a heavy slap on his thigh.

Everyone was looking at him.

'It's the Japanese spy!'

'It's the Japanese spy!'

Zhou Weilong cried excitedly.

Zhang Yong: ? ? ?

Everyone else: ? ? ?

What's a Japanese spy?

No idea.

'The spies disguise themselves as beggars during the day and as female ghosts in red at night!' Zhou Weilong excitedly explains his theory. 'There must be more than one of them. They have a safe house! And there must be make-up tools in the safe house!'

Everyone: ?

Still don't understand.

Don't understand why the spies disguise themselves as female ghosts in red.

Everything has a motive.

What is the motive for the spies to do this?

Create panic?

It doesn't feel right.

Is it worth killing so many thieves?

The Japanese spy must be exhausted...

However, Zhang Yong's mind suddenly cleared. The idea came to him.

It was Miyamoto Tegao. It was him! He was taking his revenge on the thieves.

Why take revenge on the thieves?

Most likely, Miyamoto Tegao made a mistake. He thought the thief had taken his handbag.

In his haste and anger, he vented his anger on the thief.

The end result was that the thief got unlucky.

As for the woman dressed in red...

That flirtatious woman liked to wear red suits.

The whole suit was red.

In the darkness and panic, who could tell the difference between a red suit and a red dress?

It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

The red-clad woman ghost did not exist at all. It was just Miyamoto Teguma. And his family.

Why did the thieves die such a horrible death? Because Miyamoto Teguma wanted to force them to reveal the whereabouts of the handbag. Of course he was furious after losing so much money. He had to get it back.

Why were there almost no traces at the scene? Because they were all very professional assassins! Of course they wouldn't leave obvious traces.

Those policemen who have been investigating criminal cases for their whole lives would never have thought that it would be the Japanese spies who did it.

The situation is complicated, and only Zhang Yong knows the deep underlying reasons. How could anyone else possibly deduce the motive of the murderer?

'Section Chief...' Dai Yice asked cautiously.

'Yes. That's it. That's the only possibility,' Zhou Weilong gradually calmed down.

He became more and more convinced of his own judgment.

Although he was unable to determine why the Japanese spy did it for the time being.

'Pang!'

'Pang!'

Suddenly, there was the sound of gunfire.

It was Gu Bafeng and the Japanese spy exchanging fire. The distance was relatively far. Beyond the range shown on the map.

'Follow me!'

Zhou Weilong immediately led the men to rush to the rescue.

Zhang Yong: ...

secretly sweating. This, it seems, is my own fault?

It was myself who quietly took away the handbag that Miyamoto took from the hand of the bear.

This was the cause.

It was also the origin of the red-clad female ghost.

However, this matter must absolutely not be revealed!

Otherwise, I don't know which son of a bitch will be talking behind my back. Yang Hu will make a fuss about it again.

Fortunately, the participants in this matter should not be able to associate it with the red-clad female ghost. There are very few people who know about Miyamoto's teddy bear. As long as he, Zhang Yong, doesn't mention what happened that night, no one should know.

Even if someone does know, it's fine. That was the Air Force's business.

The money and valuables seized were eventually handed over to the Third Bureau of Intelligence. Yang Lichu can testify to that.

So...

What does the red-clad female ghost have to do with him, Zhang Yong?

As for capturing the red-clad female ghost alive, don't even think about it. Capturing a member of the Miyamoto family alive? No way.

Suddenly, he saw a few cars approaching.

One of them was actually the Chief of Section. Zhang Yong hurriedly went up to greet him.

'What's going on?'

'Reporting to the Chief of Section, we found a Japanese spy.'

'Japanese spy?'

'A Japanese spy disguised as a beggar tried to pass through the checkpoint. Chief Zhou believes that the Japanese spy may be wandering around disguised as a beggar during the day and transforming into a female ghost in red at night to kill people.'

'Oh?'

The Director's eyes lit up.

He couldn't tell if this was the truth. However, it was a new way of thinking.

Previous judgments had reached a dead end. Only this judgment seemed more reasonable. Although it was not known what the motive of the Japanese spy was, they had the ability to do so.

'What do the Japanese spies look like?'

'They look a bit like the Miyamoto family to me. But I can't be sure.'

'The Miyamoto family?'

'Yes. They could be Miyamoto Tega, Miyamoto Ashi, Miyamoto Mimi, or something.'

'Good!'

The chief nodded with relief.

Good. Good. Good. Finally, there was a clue. This Zhang Yong really was a lucky charm.

Calling him back from Shanghai in such a hurry was the right decision.

No sooner had Zhang Yong arrived in Jinling than he made a new discovery.

'Stay here and don't move.'

'Yes!'

'Everyone else, cordon off the surrounding five streets!'

'Yes!'

The Chief personally commanded the arrest.

Now that the target had been discovered, it had to be captured.

Dead or alive.

Zhang Yong didn't need to help with this kind of arrest.

And there was nothing he could do to help.

In terms of individual combat effectiveness, the chief of police can handle him.

The only person he can bully is Ye Wansheng. Even Jin Lin can't beat him.

Zhang Yong then stayed quietly at the checkpoint.