An Moxue and Wu Sicheng attacked simultaneously, quickly capturing the man. Wu Sicheng tied him up and took him away. The man still begged for mercy, "Comrades, take whatever you want, just please let me go. All the fine grains from the kitchen are in that porcelain jar, and the money is under the mat on the kang. Please let me go!"

Compared to his ruthless and deadly attacks just now, he was like a completely different person.

An Moxue said to Wu Sicheng, "Look at his face, that skin is so realistic, be careful not to peel it off."

Wu Sicheng had no doubt about her words; having collaborated many times, they knew each other very well.

He reached out and began to grope around her ear, but after a long time, he couldn't find any trace. Even upon closer inspection, there was nothing. If An Moxue hadn't just exchanged blows with her, she would have doubted her own judgment.

"Let's search inside the house. Maybe there's some medicine." An Moxue had searched the house before, more than once. Although several years had passed, the house hadn't changed at all. Searching again was even easier for her. Before long, she found a small bottle on the kang (a heated brick bed) where it met the wall.

The man was still begging for mercy: "Comrades, please, don't scare me. I'm just a nobody, I wouldn't dare to do anything like a spy. You overestimate me. You're just trying to scare me. I don't have much money, but I've told you about all my valuables."

An Moxue opened the bottle and tentatively applied a little to the man's earlobe and jawline. Soon after, she discovered the flaw.

Then he smeared the mask around the face, waited a moment, and then Wu Sicheng gently peeled it off. A human skin mask was removed, revealing the man's true face, which was much whiter than a few years ago. He was none other than the movie projectionist from a few years ago.

"It really was you!"

The man stopped speaking, only lowered his head and remained silent.

"That photo studio might be his contact. This house is just as clean as it was a few years ago; I'm guessing you hold a high position!"

An Moxue circled around him once, then stopped in front of him. "Aren't you very proud of yourself? A few years ago, there was a fire at the Public Security Bureau. Everyone died except you. You came back here, living in the same house, doing the same things, and watching all the officials in Anping County being played by you. Aren't you very pleased with yourself?"

"Let me guess, there must be something very important here that made you fake your death and come back. What is it?"

An Moxue noticed that his left hand fingers twitched almost imperceptibly when she finished speaking.

She glanced at his hand and said, "Would you mind revealing your code name? I imagine you must be quite famous, not some nobody."

After saying that, she looked at him, only to see him slowly raise his head and smile at An Moxue, saying, "I've been caught by you twice. You're so capable, I believe it's only a matter of time before you find out who I am. Come find me when you have!"

An Moxue said nonchalantly, "Oh! So that means both your current and previous identity information are fake! Actually, I don't care about anything else, as long as you're dead. What do you think?"

When faced with life and death, no one can remain calm. The man's face was grim, but he remained silent.

An Moxue continued to probe, "You've come here for a treasure that's worth more than a country, haven't you?"

Behind this house, you can see the old Nalan family residence. An Moxue hadn't thought of this before, but since this man had returned from the dead, and she had just come in from the back, she noticed this. This was something she had overlooked before. It seems that what Uncle Ma said was true, and he wasn't exaggerating at all.

After An Moxue finished speaking, the man lowered his head, but Wu Sicheng lifted his head up, forcing him to look at An Moxue.

"Looks like I guessed right. The photographer in that photo studio is one of your gang, isn't he? I bet you've been searching for nothing all these years, and you're still not giving up, so you've come back. Tsk tsk, how pathetic! Why don't you tell me your clues, and I'll help you look for them. If we find them, I'll share some with you."

An Moxue saw that he showed a slight change in expression after listening to her, and knew that she had guessed correctly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, An Moxue said to Wu Sicheng, "Go check it again, so that I don't miss anything."

“Okay.” Wu Sicheng replied and went into the house. An Moxue quickly put a pill into the man’s mouth, which melted instantly.

"You!" The man glared angrily at An Moxue, while she looked at him with a grin. "What?"

The man gritted his teeth and said, "What did you feed me?"

An Moxue raised an eyebrow, "Guess!"

The man glared at An Moxue with hatred. When Wu Sicheng came out, he saw An Moxue smiling. The man's eyes were wide with anger, and the two were locked in a stalemate.

An Moxue decided not to ask any more questions; she would leave the rest to the county public security bureau to handle.

Once he's suffered some hardship, it will be much easier for her to ask him. As for the True Word Pill, she won't use it publicly unless it's absolutely safe. There's still time.

She finally got a vacation and wanted to enjoy a few days of peaceful life, so why was it so difficult?

"Let's go! Take him to the police station, and they can handle the rest."

The man silently breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that his suffering had only just begun.

As An Moxue and Wu Sicheng escorted the person towards the police station, Wu Sicheng, recalling past events, said, "Tell me, do you think the police would prefer you to stay a few more days or a few less days?"

An Moxue, who was walking slowly, said, "Hurry up." After saying that, she kicked the man.

Then she glanced at Wu Sicheng and said, "I don't know about that, but I do know that you're treating me to dinner later. I wonder if the state-run restaurant has anything good to offer today. Let's hurry up, or all the good dishes will be gone. You know, I love that chef's sweet and sour pork the most. I wonder if he's still the same chef?"

Wu Sicheng suggested, "How about we split up for a bit? You go to the state-run restaurant, and I'll take him to the police station."

"Okay. Sigh! It's just that the photos can't be developed. I don't know if the old folks will be disappointed." An Moxue said, looking a little worried. The old couple were clearly looking forward to it.

“It’s okay. After we arrest them, I’ll talk to them and I’ll go to the darkroom to get it cleared out for you. We’ll pay for it, it won’t be a free wash.”

An Moxue's eyes lit up immediately. "You can do that? How come I didn't know?" She was thinking that she could take more photos in the future, and if it was inconvenient to go to a photo studio to develop them, she could ask him to develop them for her.

"Yes, you've forgotten about my job?"

"That's not important. Can it be washed today?"

"It should be possible."

"Hurry up." After a few steps, An Moxue would kick the man a few times. If he was slow, he would get kicked. The three of them moved at a speed comparable to a forced march, and they arrived at the intersection of the state-run restaurant and the police station.