bdsm-fiction Chapter 82 Chen Xiaoguai
Chapter 82 Chen Xiaoguai
Yan Shuo leaned against the door frame and said slowly, "However, recording information requires going through procedures and won't be finished until tomorrow or the day after. This version is sufficient for emergency use, but try to avoid being questioned. If they delve into your background, you'll easily be exposed. I suggest you operate at night, and avoid places with frequent checkpoints like intersections. Go through alleys; it's much safer that way."
"Then I'll trouble you to record it as an official recording. We'll make do with it tonight." Yingzi looked up at Yan Shuo and asked seriously, "How much will it cost to do this? Just give me a number, and we'll pay you as soon as we contact the organization."
"It's not much money, we've known each other for a long time." Yan Shuo waved his hand. "Twenty-odd yuan will suffice. That guy in the police station's archives, I often ask him for help, we're pretty close."
"Okay, we've got it." Yingzi nodded in agreement and carefully put the documents into her pocket.
At this moment, Yan Shuo's gaze fell on the direction of the storage room, and his tone turned serious: "By the way, what do you plan to do with your secretary's body? This is the city, and there are Japanese and puppet troops sentry posts everywhere. You can't possibly carry an unidentified body out of the city. You can't just bury it anywhere, can you? Where in the city can you dig a hole? You'll be discovered if you're not careful."
Yingzi and Huzi's faces instantly darkened.
They were so happy to have a disguise and identification that they forgot about this troublesome matter.
As Yan Shuo said, there was no way to properly dispose of the bodies in the city, but Hong Gang was their secretary, so they couldn't just throw them away.
"I have a solution," Yan Shuo said, seeing their predicament. "I have a way to burn the body and dispose of it thoroughly. You can keep his mementos and hand them over to the organization. I'll handle the body; I guarantee there won't be any problems."
Yingzi and Huzi exchanged a glance, both seeing hesitation in each other's eyes.
Honggang was their comrade-in-arms, and they felt uneasy handing over the body to someone they had just met.
But there's really no better way right now; continuing to drag it out will only increase the risk of exposure.
"I'll do it your way." Yingzi took a deep breath and made her decision. "Thank you."
She pulled out a well-worn notebook, a fountain pen, and an old pistol from Honggang's pocket. These were Honggang's most precious possessions, and also his belongings to be handed over to the organization.
Tiger carefully carried Honggang's body out, wrapped it carefully in a white cloth, and carried it to the trunk of the car.
He opened the trunk, gently placed the body inside, and then couldn't help wiping the edge of the trunk with his sleeve, his eyes red-rimmed: "There will be checks tonight, is this okay?"
"Don't worry, I have a plan." Yan Shuo patted Hu Zi on the shoulder, his face showing a confident expression.
Tiger was skeptical, but having no other choice, he could only nod.
He and Yingzi stood together at the gate of the courtyard, their eyes red as they watched Yan Shuo start the car and drive away from their sight.
Yan Shuo drove the car out of the alley, turned at the intersection, and drove into another, quieter alley.
He looked in the rearview mirror to make sure there was no tail following him, then stopped the car and opened the trunk.
Looking at the corpse wrapped in white cloth, he raised his hand and waved it away. The corpse instantly disappeared and was stored in his spatial ring.
After disposing of the body, Yan Shuo returned to the back seat and released a beautiful doll dressed in a black dress from his spatial storage.
"Xiao Mi, drive to the temporary residence on Fuxing Middle Road."
"Yes, sir." Secretary Xiao Mi skillfully sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and drove smoothly toward Fuxing Middle Road.
Yan Shuo leaned back in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest. He was indeed quite tired after a long day.
The French Concession has strict nighttime checks, so going back would only draw attention to myself. It would be better to spend the night in temporary accommodations in the Chinese-controlled area.
Not long after, the car stopped in front of No. 12, Yanglou District, Fuxing Middle Road.
This is a three-story villa with a clean and tidy yard. Several rose bushes are growing well inside.
As Yan Shuo entered the courtyard, five children dressed in different outfits immediately came to greet him: a gardener with gray hair, a middle-aged cook wearing an apron, a young man in a driver's uniform, a maid with a low ponytail, and a burly gatekeeper.
These were all placed here by Yan Shuo, who was specifically responsible for the daily maintenance of the courtyard. He had already obtained all the necessary documents for them, disguising them as servants who lived here year-round, so that the courtyard would have a strong sense of life and the disguise would be perfect.
"Hello, sir," the five children greeted in unison.
"Okay, everyone go ahead and get busy." Yan Shuo waved his hand and went into the house.
The house was spotless, and the furniture was neatly arranged, showing no signs that it had been uninhabited for a long time.
He first called his family in the French Concession to tell Li Zhiyao not to worry, and then went to wash up and prepare to rest.
"Huh?" Just as Yan Shuo lay down on the bed, he received an alarm from the gatekeeper doll that someone was attacking it.
He instantly snapped out of it, rolled out of bed, pulled a silenced pistol from under his pillow, and cocked it with a "click."
"Gardener, driver, come with me. We'll patrol as ordinary people. If we encounter anyone, we'll fight them and put on a show of fierce resistance, but don't kill them," Yan Shuo ordered in a low voice.
"Yes, sir." The gardener and the driver immediately replied and followed Yan Shuo out of the bedroom.
In the courtyard, the gatekeeper was wrestling with a man who was about forty years old. He was wearing a tattered shirt, thin, but very agile. He looked like someone who had been on the streets for many years.
The gardener and the driver rushed over immediately, shouting "Thief! Catch the thief!" and began to fight with the man.
The three men deliberately slowed down their movements, pretending to fight fiercely, and soon they had the man pinned to the ground.
Yan Shuo walked over, pointed the gun at the man's head, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"
The man was quite straightforward; even with a gun pointed at him, he didn't panic much. He panted and said, "I came to get some money to spend. I didn't expect the security here to be so tight. I heard you're quite wealthy, so I came to check it out."
Yan Shuo opened the system probe and saw that the man's profile picture was marked in black—gang member.
He frowned. The gardener and driver had been shouting quite loudly, probably alerting the night patrol police and patrol teams. Killing him now would only cause more trouble.
"Alright, stop shouting," Yan Shuo said to the gardener and driver, then took out his phone, dialed the police station number, and reported the address and situation.
Less than ten minutes later, two police cars arrived.
The police captain leading the group couldn't help but laugh when he saw the man pinned to the ground: "Chen Xiaoguai? It's you again? You can't resist stealing, can you?"
He turned to Yan Shuo, cupped his hands in greeting, and explained with a smile, "Mr. Liu, please don't take offense. This Chen Xiaoguai is a habitual thief from the old city. He started out at sixteen. His left leg was crippled by the police when he was a child, but he developed an extraordinary ability to scale walls and roofs. He specializes in robbing the courtyards of wealthy families and foreign firm compradors. He's extremely fast, only stealing valuables like gold watches, silver dollars, and jewelry boxes. He's under the management of a guy named Ma Wu. After each successful theft, he has to give his superiors a share, and the rest he uses to buy opium and gamble. He's a desperate criminal."