Chapter 086: The Wealthy Young Lord of the Harbor District

My heart skipped a beat. I told Chen Fan to find a place near the police station, and I would go meet him in person to clear things up. After hanging up, I took a deep breath. Wang Yazhuo was still biting her lower lip, glaring at me. She was angry, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she was standing very close to me. I said coldly, “Whatever you want to do is your business, but don’t mess with the people around me.”

Wang Yazhuo was clearly not someone to be intimidated. My words only made her angrier. She retorted, asking me what I would do if she insisted on going after my people. I was about to respond when Little Ghost suddenly grabbed both of our hands. We both looked down at her, and her eyes were brimming with tears, almost about to cry.

“Brother Fang Han, Sister Yazhuo, please don’t fight,” Little Ghost pleaded pitifully.

After Little Ghost said that, I couldn’t keep arguing with Wang Yazhuo. Besides, I still needed her help with something urgent. I gave in to her temperament, apologized, picked up Little Ghost, and headed toward the police station. At first, Wang Yazhuo followed us, but after a while, she stopped trailing behind.

I hailed a taxi. In the car, Little Ghost kept speaking well of Wang Yazhuo. I was a bit puzzled in my heart, unable to understand what kind of charm Wang Yazhuo possessed to make Little Ghost like her so much. So far, besides me, Wang Yazhuo, and Xuan Yi—who had vanished—no one else could get close to Little Ghost.

Xuan Yi was the one who raised Little Ghost, so it was natural for him to approach her. As for me, Little Ghost said she often saw me when she was a child and felt a sense of familiarity, though she didn’t know where it came from. That explained my closeness to her. The only thing that didn’t add up was Wang Yazhuo.

Little Ghost wasn’t familiar with Wang Yazhuo, nor had she met her before, yet from their first encounter, she let Wang Yazhuo hold her. Now she kept defending her. I couldn’t make sense of it. I pinched Little Ghost’s cheek, nodded, and promised not to argue with Wang Yazhuo anymore.

Only then did Little Ghost finally smile with satisfaction.

Soon, I arrived at the place Chen Fan had found, a teahouse. He had already secured a corner table. After sitting down, I urged him to speak quickly. Though Chen Fan had been discharged from the hospital, he still looked unwell, his lips pale. He handed me another file folder, which I opened immediately.

Inside was information about a person, with a photo attached. The moment I saw the photo, I recognized the man—it was the drunk who had died. As I read through the information, I frowned deeply. This man was from the Harbor District.

His name was Zhou Sheng, just over twenty, a rich young heir. His friends in the Harbor District all called him Young Master Zhou. As I leafed through the file, I asked Chen Fan how the police had identified him. Chen Fan explained that on the first day we saw Zhou Sheng, I’d guessed he was wealthy because of the luxury watch on his wrist—and I was right.

After the body was taken back, the police removed all his clothes. Besides the watch, they found some very expensive men’s jewelry on him. Upon careful inspection, they saw that although his clothes were filthy, they were all designer brands from the Harbor District.

So the police immediately sent the deceased’s photo to their counterparts in the Harbor District. Surprisingly, within a day, they received word back. The information I now held was compiled by the Harbor District police. Zhou Sheng was the son of a businessman, and his family was extremely wealthy.

Zhou Sheng’s father was a very capable man, who had built his fortune from scratch in his youth. By now, he had established his own empire. But what troubled Zhou Sheng’s father was his son—spoiled, aimless, interested only in having fun, with no ambition.

According to Zhou Sheng’s friends, he was the very image of a privileged young master, always footing the bill when they went out together.

He’d been driving luxury cars on his own since his early teens.

After reading, I put the file away and asked Chen Fan why Zhou Sheng would come to the capital. My confusion deepened—this young master from a wealthy family had ended up as a drunkard holed up in an underground parking lot. Chen Fan shook his head and said the police still hadn’t figured it out.

Zhou Sheng’s parents, upon learning something had happened to him in the capital, rushed over overnight and were expected to arrive that afternoon. The police had tried to question them by phone, but the parents were crying too hard to speak coherently, so for now, the matter was set aside. The investigation focus shifted to a hotel.

After confirming Zhou Sheng’s identity, the police began checking guest records at all the city’s major hotels. They believed that, given Zhou Sheng’s status, he would have stayed at a luxury hotel upon arrival—which proved to be true. Their search revealed that Zhou Sheng had come to the capital over a month ago.

When he first arrived, he stayed at a major hotel in the western district for several days, then switched hotels. After another few days, he moved again. In total, he changed hotels four or five times in a month, each time choosing a high-end establishment.

Airport records from the Harbor District showed Zhou Sheng had left alone. No companions were found in the hotels. The police also discovered that this was his first time leaving the Harbor District, and he had come to the capital without telling his parents.

I rubbed my temples and asked, “Did the police check the hotel guests, especially those staying during Zhou Sheng’s visits?”

Chen Fan nodded. “We only just confirmed Zhou Sheng’s identity, and tracking how many times he changed hotels in such a short time was already a challenge. The guest lists have been sent back to the station—they were still going through them one by one when I left.”

It seemed it would be a while before any results came.

“There’s also the lock sent back to the station last night. The marks in the cylinder were simple—most keys could open it,” Chen Fan said. “I’ve told the team your deductions about the power room, the strange footsteps, and the corpse being moved twice. They’ve accepted this line of reasoning.”

I asked Chen Fan who would handle things once Zhou Sheng’s parents arrived. He shrugged and gave me a name: Tang Jia. The case was causing a stir in the city, so the higher-ups were paying close attention, and Tang Jia herself was now involved.

I thought it over and told Chen Fan to go back to the station. If possible, he should take part in questioning Zhou Sheng’s parents. If not, he should try to arrange for me to meet them when they left.

The killer had acted in a rush—Zhou Sheng probably knew some secret about them. This made me take Zhou Sheng’s identity even more seriously, hoping to learn something from his parents. After tidying up, Chen Fan returned to the station. I checked my watch—soon, Luo Feng should be out as well.

I waited near the police station for a long time before finally seeing Luo Feng emerge. His men were waiting for him nearby, and they’d prepared a brazier for him to step over—a Harbor District tradition, though usually reserved for those released from prison.

After Luo Feng stepped over the brazier, he cursed, “That damned woman, she’d better not let me catch her again.”

As Luo Feng said this, Tang Jia also came out the door. Luo Feng glared at her, raised his middle finger, and Tang Jia snorted coldly. Luo Feng spat on the ground and was about to leave with me. Tang Jia called after me, but I ignored her.

Once Luo Feng and I found a place to sit, I finally asked how he felt inside.

A heavy look settled on Luo Feng’s face. “I think the city police are going to start investigating me.”

His suspicion matched my own. He told me that after taking him in, the police had said it was just for assistance, but their questions had nothing to do with the case.