Chen Zhe groaned and leaned against the bathtub and closed his eyes. There was so much cream on his body and he hadn't washed it for so long. It was almost dry. It was sticky and hard. It was extremely uncomfortable.
Finally found a chance to take a shower.
Throwing the clothes into the washing machine next to him, Chen Zhe got into the bathtub.
It was already midnight. As soon as he lay down and closed his eyes, he heard his cell phone ringing.
Damn, you're still on the phone so late. Don't you want to rest?
It really ruins the atmosphere.
Chen Zheli ignored him and just lay down in the bathtub. But the cell phone kept ringing. I guess the caller might be looking for him with something urgent.
Chen Zhe climbed out of the bathtub helplessly. His clothes had been washed. But now he was naked...
It doesn't matter. Anyway, the villa is full of women. The door is locked and the curtains are drawn. I can't suffer any loss unless someone like me suddenly jumps in from the window.
Chen Zhe was naked. He casually took a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom.
What a coincidence. The phone stopped ringing as soon as he walked out of the bathroom. It seemed like he was deliberately irritating him.
Anyway, they all walked out. He walked directly to the table and took out his mobile phone...
At this moment, the door clicked and someone opened it. The person who opened the door was slender and had a delicate face, but there was no smile on it. It was Zhou Yuhan.
At this time, Chen Zhe's flimsy bath towel around his waist quietly slipped off, revealing a few hairs on it...
"Block the thing." Zhou Yuhan immediately turned around.
Chen Zhe lifted up the bath towel helplessly: "I just watched you take a bath. Are you coming to see me take a bath? This is such a good revenge."
Zhou Yuhan turned around with disdain. When he saw Chen Zhe fastening his waist, he felt relieved: "Thank you just now."
Bang.
The door was closed again. Zhou Yuhan left.
This woman seemed to use a key to open the bedroom door. She just wanted to say thank you to herself...or maybe she wanted to peek at herself.
Chen Zhe shook his head. He picked up the phone, found the person who had just called, and called back.
The other party's phone has been turned off.
Chen Zhe's heart beat a few times. There was an ominous premonition lingering all the time. He called the unfamiliar number over and over again. But the other party seemed to have evaporated from the world since he dialed Chen Zhe once.
Shut down. Still shut down.
Damn, who is it?
An anxious Chen Zhe took a few steps back and forth in the bedroom. His phone rang again. But this time it wasn't the same number.
"Hey, is it Chen Zhe? Someone saw those people you are looking for." Zhou Cong's voice was hard and old-fashioned, like a talking marble.
The people Chen Zhe asked him to find were Ding Xiran and the others. Zhou Cong was very efficient in doing things. This also showed that the Zhou family was very powerful and could do anything.
He was delighted: "Where are they?"
"It's not in the city. It's very remote." Zhou Cong replied.
Chen Zhe hesitated for a moment: "I'm sorry. Could you please take me there? I'm in a hurry to find them."
It's so late at night. It doesn't seem right to bother people like this. Chen Zhe still knows how to be polite.
But Zhou Cong didn't mean to be unhappy: "You should be at the eldest lady's villa. I'll come over now."
After saying that, he put down the phone.
Ever since Chen Zhe brought Zhou Yuhan out of Song Shifeng's territory unharmed, Zhou Cong's attitude towards Chen Zhe was no longer repulsive. He was from the army and had a straightforward personality. Good is good and bad is bad.
He somewhat admired Chen Zhe's skills.
Chen Zhe looked at his clothes that were not dried. He had no choice but to put on fashionable clothes first. They would dry after a while.
After getting dressed, he opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. Chen Zhe's body was flowing with true energy. His body was getting hotter and hotter. His body was covered with a layer of light steam, like a pot of steamed buns.
After thinking about it, he knocked on Zhou Yuhan's door. After all, he was her bodyguard. He wanted to tell her before leaving.
No one.
Chen Zhe moved to another room and knocked. Still no one was there.
Damn it. Did these girls evaporate en masse again?
After getting to the last room, I heard a girl's voice inside: "Please come in."
When I opened the door, I saw Zhou Yuhan, Hu Lan, Lu Feifei and Ye Jiaying all crowded together on the same bed. A quilt was covered horizontally, revealing four pairs of glittering feet. They were probably whispering.
If four big men were squeezed into one bed, they would be suspected of having sex with each other.
Both Zhou Yuhan and Ye Jiaying had some stories with Chen Zhe. It was a bit embarrassing to see him now. Chen Zhe smiled slightly: "I want to leave for a while. I want to go out with Zhou Cong. It's best to find someone to protect you."
"I understand. You go ahead." Zhou Yuhan said calmly.
Chen Zhe turned around and went downstairs to the door. After a while, he heard the roar of the car's motor. Zhou Cong was extremely efficient and did not keep Chen Zhe waiting for a long time.
"Get in the car." Zhou Cong said.
Chen Zhe opened the door and got into the passenger seat. He pulled on the seat belt and fastened himself: "Let's go."
Zhou Cong seemed to know Chen Zhe's anxious thoughts. He stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel sharply. The tires made a harsh noise on the ground and turned in one direction onto the highway.
It was already late at night. There were very few cars on the road. Zhou Cong held the steering wheel with one hand and stopped looking ahead. The atmosphere in the car was extremely depressing.
Chen Zhe glanced at Zhou Cong's bandaged hand: "You've been driving with one hand. It's okay."
"It's okay. I'm used to driving with one hand." Zhou Cong replied coldly.
Although the car is not expensive, it has good performance. It travels very fast and the car is very well sealed. You can't hear any noise.
The further we go, the more we go. But the road conditions have always been good. Hong Kong's road construction is still good. Chen Zhe couldn't help but think of the potholes on the road in Jiangcheng, his hometown. Minor repairs every year, major repairs every three years, and the more repairs, the worse the broken roads.
There are now very few high-rise buildings on both sides and only low-rise houses. During this period, we traveled through almost half of Hong Kong.
Chen Zhe even wondered if Zhou Cong was a human trafficker who specifically picked handsome men to traffic in and sell himself.
"This is it."
Zhou Cong stepped on the brakes. There was a creak. The car stopped steadily. He opened the door and got out of the car and made a phone call.
After a while, a person walked out of the building. He seemed to be a local. He was wearing a pair of slippers and a vest. He was slovenly and out-of-date. When he got here, he immediately nodded and bowed: "Is your surname Zhou? I discovered those people."
Zhou Cong casually gave the man a few coins: "Where are they?"
The man led the two of them out of the distance and pointed to a dilapidated three-story building. This building must be half a century old: "They live upstairs. The innermost room on the third floor..."
"Okay. I'll go up."
Chen Zhe walked over. Zhou Cong sent the informant away, but followed quietly behind.
The corridors are narrow and the stairs are dilapidated. This is where the poor live. Under the brilliance, there are always corners where dust accumulates. Hong Kong may not be as full of feasting and feasting as Chen Zhe imagined. At least it has a bit of a Jiangcheng flavor.
The two people arrived at the door Zhou Cong mentioned and pushed it. It was locked.
Chen Zhe and Zhou Cong looked at each other. Then Zhou Cong knocked on the door: "Is anyone here?"
There was no movement.
It was a bit eerily quiet.
If Ao Jiashuo, Feng Changyin and Ding Xiran were here, they probably wouldn't open the door. Zhou Cong knocked on the door a few more times, but the intensity increased significantly: "Is anyone there?"
Still no one agreed.
No one in the house agreed. But the neighbors gave up. A skinny middle-aged man opened the door and rubbed his eyes: "What are you doing? What is the name of the ghost in the middle of the night? Are the neighbors going to work tomorrow?"
Zhou Cong gave him a cold glance. He was tall and cold-looking. That middle-aged man was probably not a good person: "Why are you staring at me? I'm scared."
Chen Zhe put his ear against the door and listened to what was going on inside.
There was no sound. There was a bit of cool breeze blowing through the crack of the door, bringing with it a subtle smell of blood.
Damn it. I won't be late.
Chen Zhe raised his foot and kicked it. The iron door couldn't be kicked open, but the door frame was not made of iron. After a few kicks, there was a loud bang and the door frame cracked. It fell inward along with the locked door.
Chen Zhe's strong foot power is evident.
The skinny middle-aged man was startled: "Are you here to collect debts so hard?" He muttered a few words and slammed the door.
Chen Zhe kicked open the door and rushed in. As soon as he entered the room, the smell of blood became even stronger.
Chen Zhe's heart tightened...
When he entered the door, there was a man lying on the ground. Chen Zhe saw it and avoided it by the moonlight outside. Zhou Cong almost tripped.
Snap.
Zhou Cong turned on the lights in the room. Chen Zhe's heart clenched tightly. He saw that the door to the bedroom next to him was locked. He went up and kicked it open again.
There was also blood on the bed in the bedroom. Another man fell on his back on the bed. There was a bloody hole in his chest. The blood had stopped flowing. But he died not long ago. It seemed like a few hours.
It's not Feng Changyin. It's not Ao Jiashuo. It's a strange face. Chen Zhe has never seen it before.
Inside this house, there is a double bed in the bedroom. It seems that two people are sleeping. There is a simple folding bed in the living room. The bedding on it is neat and plain, with warm colors. It looks like it is for a girl.
Ding Xiran's body was not seen. Chen Zhe's heart dropped from his throat. He just pushed open the bathroom door and saw a girl lying inside. Chen Zhe couldn't see clearly from this angle. He could only see the girl. An undulating body and long black hair.
"Xiao Xue."
Chen Zhe shouted. His voice was hoarse. He walked over gently and turned the person on the ground up...
It's not Ding Xiran. This girl's complexion is yellow and her eyes are closed. She seems to be dead.
There was no body of Ding Xiran, no Feng Changyin, and no Ao Jiashuo. Chen Zhe looked back at Zhou Cong: "It seems we are a few hours late. They are gone."
Zhou Cong just knelt down and looked at the corpses of two men. He frowned and said, "The man at the door died due to Yinrou Kung Fu. His muscles and bones seemed fine on the outside and fell apart at the touch. The man inside was beaten directly with a heavy blow. Hole."
Chen Zhe smiled slightly and remembered that Feng Changyin seemed to be proficient in hard-style kung fu, while Bo Jiashuo seemed to be good at hurting people with his negative energy.
As for the woman in the bathroom, it seemed that she was not beaten to death. Zhou Cong turned over the woman's body a few times and said, "She was poisoned."
As long as there are no corpses, there is hope.
Chen Zhe walked to the bed and saw a few hairs on the pillow that were about twenty centimeters long. It seemed that Ding Xiran had such long hair.
There was an old landline phone in the living room. Chen Zhe picked up the landline phone and dialed his mobile phone. When he saw the number, it was the strange number that called him tonight...
This house is probably where Ding Xiran and his friends live.
Zhou Cong carefully turned over the body of the man on the ground. He turned around and called: "Come and take a look."
When Chen Zhe came over, Zhou Cong handed him a sign.
The sign is mottled and old. It is made of wood and exudes a faint scent of sandalwood. There is a word "yellow" on it.
This is something used by practitioners. Chen Zhe heard Qin Xin say that many sects use the four levels of heaven, earth, black and yellow to distinguish their disciples.
The word "yellow" proves that the person who died on the ground was a disciple with relatively low skill in a certain sect.