Linjiang City.

A plane landed slowly.

Lin Qiye and his companions had just walked out of the airport in plain clothes and were standing on the street preparing to take a taxi when Baili Pangpang picked up the phone:

"Hello? Secretary Sun? Yes, we are here, please come over."

Baili Pangpang hung up the phone, and soon a stretched Lincoln drove to the side of the road. A middle-aged man with graying temples got out of the car and bowed slightly to Baili Pangpang:

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. Please get in the car."

Lin Qiye asked in surprise: "You arranged a car again? How come you have a car everywhere you go?"

"Not really. It just so happens that there is a branch of our Baili family in Linjiang, so we transferred the CEO's car to use." Fatty Baili smiled.

"It's not that I'm too proud to take a taxi, it's mainly because I don't carry cash with me, and it's too troublesome to pay the taxi company every time."

Lin Qiye: ...

Lin Qiye and others got in the car, reported a place name, and the car started slowly.

Baili Pangpang leaned back in the car seat, turned his head and stared at the gloomy sky outside the window, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Do you feel that... there seems to be something wrong with this city?"

Baili Pangpang's sudden question startled everyone in the car. An Qingyu looked around through the window and said in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

"It's just that... the yin energy seems a bit heavy?"

"Heavy Yin energy?" Cao Yuan was stunned, carefully looked at the roadside for a moment, and suddenly realized, "Indeed, there are many beauties in Linjiang City, and they are dressed quite coolly."

Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched, "I'm not talking about this kind of heavy Yin energy, I'm talking about Feng Shui!"

"When did you understand Taoist Feng Shui?" Cao Yuan asked suspiciously.

"…I was just thinking about it for no reason."

Baili Pangpang answered vaguely.

Lin Qiye closed his eyes, then slowly opened them after a few seconds, shook his head and said:

"Within my mental perception range, there is nothing unusual in the city... not even a single 'mysterious' creature. Could it be that you are overthinking it?"

Baili Pangpang looked out the window, his brows furrowed even more tightly, he withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to think.

The fruits of my cultivation have not yet returned... Could it be that I was really wrong?

"The weather in Linjiang City has indeed been bad during this period." Secretary Sun, who was sitting in the driver's seat, reminded in time, "I have prepared umbrellas for everyone, please remember to bring them later."

After driving for about an hour after getting off the elevated road, the vehicle stopped on a remote street.

Lin Qiye got out of the car with an umbrella. In front of him was a group of low residential buildings. Judging from the geographical location, this place should belong to the suburbs of Linjiang City.

Baili Pangpang and others followed behind Lin Qiye and glanced around:

"Is this it? It feels like all these old houses are uninhabited..."

"A month or two ago, this place was designated as a demolition area by the Li Group, and the residents have moved away one after another. I don't know if the person you are looking for is still there." Secretary Sun explained at the right time.

"Demolition? Aren't we a step too late?"

"It's possible... Qiye, where is the address of Brother Zhua's house?"

"In the alley." Lin Qiye recalled the files he had read, "No. 83 Dongtan Lane."

"Please clean up your image and don't let anything slip when you face Brother Zha's family. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, we are comrades in the same camp as Brother Zhua." Baili Pangpang patted his chest, "It won't be exposed, let's go."

Lin Qiye and others followed the shabby doorplate, walked along the muddy alley, and finally stopped in front of a rusty fence gate.

Their eyes swept over the upright plaque, and everyone froze in place.

"Qiye, are you sure this is it? Are you remembering it correctly?" Baili Pangpang asked with his eyes wide open.

"…I think that's correct."

"Hanshan Orphanage?" Cao Yuan's face was full of confusion, "Why is it an orphanage? Didn't Brother Zha tell you... to go home and see his family for him?"

"Wait a minute, I'll make a phone call to confirm."

Even Lin Qiye, who had always been very confident in his memory, was a little unsure. He immediately walked aside, took out his phone, and contacted the people in the Night Watch Archives Department.

A few minutes later, Lin Qiye came over with a complicated expression.

"Yes, that's it." Lin Qiye said slowly, "In the night watchman's file of Zhua Ge, the address is written as here. According to the verification of the group of civilian staff who reviewed the file that year, he is indeed an orphan.

Brother Zhua asked me to go home and take a look for him, but I guess it was just an excuse to trick us out of hell."

After hearing these words, the alley fell into dead silence.

After a long time, Cao Yuan asked: "Then...what should we do now?"

Lin Qiye glanced at the plaque at the door that was so rusted that the name could not be seen clearly. He was silent for a moment and sighed:

"Anyway, this is where Brother Zha grew up. Since we are here and there are people inside, let's go in and take a look."

Seeing that no one had any objections, Lin Qiye reached out and shook the iron gate, causing the rust to rub against each other, making a harsh squeak.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know... I'll go check it out!"

"Are they those lackeys again?"

Several childish voices came from the courtyard inside the door. A girl wearing a red coat and with rosy cheeks carefully poked her head out from behind the door. Her eyes fell on Cao Yuan and she immediately burst into tears:

"It's the hooligans! Those hooligans are here again!! And they look more ferocious than before!"

Cao Yuan: ?????

Soon, an old man in his sixties wearing reading glasses, hunched over, came out of the old house, holding an iron rod in his hand, with a straight face, looking very tough:

"Didn't I tell you?! We're not moving! Why are you still here? Do you really think we're easy to bully?!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised the iron rod and smashed the iron gate fence hard.

There was a muffled sound, and the old man's hand holding the stick trembled. His face suddenly stiffened and he silently put his hands behind his back.

"I'm warning you, I'm old. If you touch me, I can blackmail you to death!" He raised his head stubbornly.

"...Sir, please don't misunderstand me. We are not bad people."

Lin Qiye pulled Cao Yuan, who looked grim, behind him and asked gently, "Excuse me, do you know Shen Qingzhu?"

When he heard the name Shen Qingzhu, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Who are you?" He frowned and looked at the strange young men in front of him suspiciously.

Seeing the old man's reaction, Lin Qiye knew he had come to the right place and repeated the words he had prepared long ago:

"We are Shen Qingzhu's comrades in the same camp. We are on leave from the camp this time, so we came here to express our condolences on his behalf."

"Shen's comrade?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, his expression obviously relaxed a lot, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to open the iron door:

"...Come in and talk."