Chapter 208: Sleight of Hand

Lu Jingheng stared at Wang Dalin like a wolf and asked, "How many years have you been following Ye Wenxian?"

After a slight pause, Wang Dalin thought for a moment and replied, "We've known each other for about fifteen or sixteen years, and I've only been officially with her for three or four years."

"Did you know there were explosives buried under the reservoir?"

"I know." Wang Dalin didn't dare to hide anything at this moment, and said whatever he wanted to say, "It's the explosives from the bus incident. Ye Wenxian told me about it later when he was drunk.

She said that the Taoist priest put all the explosives under the seats of the bus and brought them over, then unloaded the explosives at the edge of the reservoir, knocked Liu Baoxing and Du Xiaoman unconscious and threw them into the reservoir.

Taoist priests painted talismans on their bodies, so no matter who they called in, they couldn't summon their spirits. Finally, they sprayed corrosive chemicals on the sides of the buses and had them driven to the Tong County parking lot in the middle of the night.

Without anyone noticing, they had solved a mystery that no one could solve. If I hadn't heard Ye Wenxian's own account, I wouldn't have believed it. The bus incident that year wasn't some inexplicable phenomenon; it was a man-made case.

The only thing that puzzled me was why, when the bus pulled out, it appeared packed with people, but in reality, the car was completely empty, with explosives placed under the seats. Ye Wenxian told me that this was because a Taoist priest had cast a spell to create an illusion.

Others thought the bus was packed, but the Taoist priest was the only one sitting inside. Liu Baoxing and Du Xiaoman were unaware of the situation, and no one got on at any of the stops.

With a huge shock in his heart, Lu Jingheng suddenly remembered the key words that the big fish said: talismans, Taoist priests, sleight of hand, and dead people.

After being reminded of this, all the key words came in handy.

But this still sounds quite mysterious. Are Taoist priests really that powerful? Can they use sleight of hand to deceive people?

If what Wang Dalin said was true, then the Taoist priest must be apprehended. He played a crucial role in this case. Perhaps he was Ye Wenxian's superior, but where could they find such a person in such a vast sea of ​​people?

"You've seen that Taoist priest. Can you describe his facial features? I'll have someone draw them." Lu Jingheng waved at Fei Wen, "Go get Yuan Zheng."

Yuan Zheng is the best expert at drawing portraits here. As long as the description is something he has heard, he can basically draw a person that is 80% similar.

"Okay." Wang Dalin didn't dare to say no. At this point, any resistance was unacceptable.

A good death is worse than a miserable life. Even if he goes to jail and serves his sentence, he will be released one day. If he really dies, if he is shot, then everything will be over.

Yuan Zheng was indeed quite talented. Following Wang Dalin's description, he closed his eyes and thought for a while, then with a few strokes, he drew the appearance of a thin young man.

Following Wang Dalin's instructions, the subtle details of the eyes, eyebrows, nose and mouth were adjusted, and the portrait of the Taoist priest was completely fresh.

Wang Dalin was stunned with surprise.

He stared at the portrait stupidly for two minutes. Zhu Houde asked, "What's wrong? Is it not like the real thing?"

Wang Dalin shook his head as if waking from a dream: "No, no, no, the painting is too similar, it's amazing, almost exactly like that person."

Lu Jingheng's cold eyes contained a hint of intimidation: "You are not lying?"

"No, no, what I said is true, it really looks like it." Wang Dalin was eager to express his intention that he was not lying.

He was afraid that they would doubt his sincerity.

"It's good that it looks like him. You've caught him and it will be a great achievement for you." Lu Jingheng nodded towards Yuan Zheng to express his gratitude.

Yuan Zheng didn't say anything, gave him the portrait, stood up, shook hands with him, and left.

Handing the portrait to Fei Wen casually, Lu Jingheng instructed: "Make dozens of copies and distribute them to all units in Kyoto. Report this person immediately if you see him."

At that time, copying still relied on ink, and it would take time to make dozens of copies. Feiwen took it and ran away.

He knew very well that the case had reached a critical moment and every minute and every second was important. If he could catch this person as soon as possible, he might be able to learn more about Ye Wenxian's gang.

If they couldn't catch him, the matter would stop with Ye Wenxian, and it would be difficult to find out more. Everyone could see that the woman was determined to die. There was no way she would give up what she believed in for the sake of her child.

People like this are rather stubborn and it is not easy to get anything out of them.

After seeing Fei Wen leave, Lu Jingheng continued to sit across from Wang Dalin and asked casually, "In your opinion, is it possible that this Taoist priest will still stay in Kyoto? How much do you know about this Taoist priest?"

Wang Dalin glanced up at the expressionless young man in front of him, then quickly lowered his head to think carefully: "I don't know much about this Taoist priest. I only saw him once when I went to the train station to pick him up, and I haven't seen him since.

Ye Wenxian never mentioned this person, and I know very little about him. I'm not sure if he left Kyoto or not. I'm just Ye Wenxian's subordinate, and I don't know the rest."

"Have you developed your own downline?" Zhu Houde suddenly interrupted.

Wang Dalin immediately shook his head and rejected it: "I didn't go offline. Ye Wenxian doesn't allow me to develop. She said it's unsafe."

"Besides Ye Wenxian, where did the other two come from? Do you know them?"

Wang Dalin still shook his head: "I don't know him. I guess he must be another subordinate of Ye Wenxian. She can have many subordinates, but we don't."

Xu Keshan asked calmly, "What is the name of your organization?"

"Youth League meeting." Wang Dalin looked dejected, like a dying fish.

The more things he confessed, the more serious his problem was. Why didn't I think of this before? I suddenly realized it after I said everything just now.

He clearly knew what organization he had joined, but he still concealed it. For this reason alone, he should be shot.

"Comrade! I've told you everything I know. Can you please let me live? I don't want to die. I still have children to raise, and my wife is dead. I can't die."

Zhu Houde looked at Wang Dalin, his face covered in snot and tears, and frowned slightly. He tried to persuade him kindly, "Can you please stop crying? Didn't they say that whether you live or die depends on your performance? When we catch them, we will definitely give you credit. Now tell me, is this Youth League you mentioned an undercover team left here by the enemy?"

After wiping away his tears, Wang Dalin still shook his head. "I'm not very clear about this. I just took the money and drove, and didn't ask about anything else. In fact, Ye Wenxian didn't allow me to ask either. She told me to just follow her orders and do my job."