Chapter 41

The next day, after waking up, Song Zhiyi sat on the bed in a daze for ten minutes before going to wash up.

Although she has always followed the old-fashioned routine of going to bed early and getting up early, it doesn't mean that she is always energetic every time she gets up early. For example, today, the sleepiness caused by lack of sleep is obviously not something that can be overcome by just the biological clock.

After washing up and going downstairs, Aunt Lin had already prepared breakfast. Although Song Zhiyi was awake, her soul was still in bed. It was only her willpower that kept her from falling down.

Just by looking at her eyes, she knew she was extremely sleepy. She knew it would be hard for her to fall asleep again after Song Zhiyi woke up. Aunt Lin did not persuade her to continue resting, but quickly made a cup of coffee with milk and sugar, brought it to her and asked, "Didn't you get enough rest? Did you have a nightmare last night?"

Song Zhiyi yawned and shook his head. After thanking Aunt Lin, he took a sip of coffee and said, "I was looking up something last night and went to bed a little late."

Knowing about the ghost marriage, she certainly couldn't sit idly by. Unfortunately, the information she obtained through "cheating" was all text. Apart from the police notice, the rest of the information was difficult to distinguish between true and false. She even only knew the last name of the leader of the ghost marriage gang.

Most of the notices released by the police were processed information, and Wen Yue's character card only contained information related to her, so Song Zhiyi searched for half a night and only got four words -

No clue.

We can only wait and see whether the police can dig out more information from Ho Chun-ho. However, from Ho Chun-ho's own account in the supplementary information, it was because he sold Wen Yue's body that he got in touch with the distant relatives who were doing the ghost marriage. In other words, at this timeline, he may not have had time to "infiltrate the inside."

Tsk, everything is back to square one, she has no evidence in her hands.

Song Zhiyi tore the bread and put it into his mouth at random, his cheeks puffed up and shaking up and down.

Aunt Lin had already finished her breakfast and was now sitting aside reading a knitting encyclopedia. She planned to learn how to crochet and knit a bib or some small piece of clothing for Qiuqiu.

"Auntie Lin." Song Zhiyi called hesitantly.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Lin looked over and saw that she seemed to be in a difficult situation, swishing the coffee in her hand with a small silver spoon.

"If, I mean if," Song Zhiyi weighed his words carefully, "if I accidentally found out about a very serious crime, but I don't know the main culprit, I don't have any evidence, and it may not have even happened yet. In this case, what should I do?"

I can't catch it, but I'm unwilling to let it go.

Song Zhiyi paused, then said in a disappointed tone: "Forget it..."

Why talk about this with Aunt Lin? It's like talking in your sleep.

"You asked me this all of a sudden. I couldn't think of it for a moment." Aunt Lin pondered for a moment. She didn't think it was just a sleepy kid talking nonsense. She thought about it seriously. "It's really difficult to catch the main culprit if we don't know them. But you should have some other clues, right?"

"Well," Song Zhiyi responded, "there are several possible transaction locations..." These are also some of the locations involved in the case that have been made public by the police, but there are no more details, such as transaction time, traders, etc.

Aunt Lin saw her expression and knew that Song Zhiyi must have been hiding something. Or, since she came back from abroad, the two siblings had some little secrets. The same was true for Song Junzhi and his wife. They were running around abroad and it really didn't seem like they were just "traveling".

Aunt Lin sighed, knowing that all she could do was to take good care of the siblings and not let them fall into any dangerous situations. After a little thought, she said, "It's a bit troublesome to catch them, but if we just want to prevent a crime from happening, we can just send someone to wait nearby, right?"

"Waiting in ambush..." Yes, why didn't she think of that!

Song Zhiyi's eyes lit up, and she quickly stuffed the remaining eggs and bacon into the bread, then went upstairs, shouting as she walked, "Auntie Lin, remember to call me before eleven o'clock, I love you~"

Song Zhiyi went straight to the study on the second floor, started the computer, and began to contact the right person.

The police will find out about Wen Yue's affairs sooner or later, so she needs to make two preparations now: it would be best if the police could successfully get rid of He Junhao; if not, she can send a group of people to stake out possible transaction locations, and maybe they can catch those people.

In addition, the power of public opinion should also be utilized.

Song Zhiyi contacted Liu Liu again. Because Wen Yue's affairs had not been made public, she did not say anything extra, but only asked him to contact the navy in advance. Ignoring Liu Liu's puzzled inquiries, Song Zhiyi went upstairs to get the character card book and updated Wen Yue's character card.

Everything is ready. We only hope that after the case is investigated and announced, the public opinion that has been triggered will have a deterrent effect on the Yin Marriage Organization that is lurking somewhere unknown.

*

At eleven o'clock, when Song Zhiyi packed up and went downstairs, Song Zhiyu had just got up. He was eating breakfast and chattering to Aunt Lin about how scary the nightmare he had last night was.

It must be scary, Song Zhiyi thought with a dull face, otherwise he wouldn't stay up late at night and call her in a noisy manner. It was really noisy. He should at least take half the responsibility for her not getting enough rest.

"Sister?" Song Zhiyu was still eating and talking excitedly. She felt the deadly gaze behind her and almost choked to death when she turned around. She quickly drank a sip of milk to calm down. "Where are you going?"

"I have an appointment to discuss something with someone." Song Zhiyi took two steps forward and then stepped back. After looking at his brother for a while, he shook his head, looking very regretful.

Song Zhiyu was even more frightened by her look, which was almost the same as the one she was looking at when picking pork, and asked cautiously, "What, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. You should just go to your acting class. I won't take you with me this time." Song Zhiyi shook her head slightly, neatly tied her hair up and put on an ordinary black hat.

The Liu family always urged Song Zhiyu to find a way to deal with "Miss Zhi". If he brought Song Zhiyu to the dinner, maybe he could get something from the Liu family. But the privacy of the party he was going to visit this time was relatively low, and it would be difficult to explain if he was photographed. So forget it. Anyway, he seemed to be dealing with the Liu family quite well.

——

Yaskawa City, northern suburbs, Fuxiu Racecourse.

Hong Siyin was brought to the racecourse by a waiter, followed by a handsome young man with a pair of peach blossom eyes that could show affection to even a dog. He was wearing a light blue denim jacket and stood with his body tilted, looking a bit sloppy.

As soon as the waiter left, the man snorted impatiently and said lazily, "Auntie, you really want me to fuck that Miss Zhi? You don't even know what she looks like. Aren't you pushing me into a fire pit?"

"Speak nicely, do you think you are a good person? It's not certain whether I will like you." Hong Siyin glared at him, looking around, looking for Miss Zhi, "Do what I said before I came, and act more realistically for me!"

"I know, I know," the man frowned, but the financial power of his family was in the hands of Hong Siyin, so he could only suppress his impatience, "Isn't it just acting according to the video of that pretty boy you gave me before? It's nothing. I'll take down that ugly bastard right away."

"Shut up—" The sound of horses running could be heard faintly in her ears. Hong Siyin adjusted her expression and watched a tall brown horse with a person on it approaching. She smiled and said hello, "Miss Zhi, long time no see."

"Please..." Song Zhiyi stopped the horse, turned over, and handed the reins to the coach who had been following behind her, "Ms. Hong, it's been a long time since we last met."

If I remember correctly, the last time they "met" was when Hong Siyin blew herself up as a werewolf.

Song Zhiyi couldn't help but curl up her toes.

Hong Siyin's expression remained normal, but one could not tell whether she was extremely cunning or she did not know that Miss Zhi had also heard about that conversation.

"Who is this?" Song Zhiyi looked at the man behind Hong Siyin, her eyes focused on the lower half of his face. If she saw correctly, he should have put on makeup, and focused on modifying the curve of his chin and the shape of his lips. This made her a little hallucinatory.

Hong Siyin keenly noticed the part where Song Zhiyi's eyes rested, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Qiao Nianwen was right, Miss Zhi really liked this style, and it was worth her effort to find the surveillance screenshots of the "little white face" at the dinner party that day, and then find someone to make this cousin into this style.

It's a pity that we didn't find out who the pretty boy was, otherwise it might be more convenient to just find someone with a similar appearance. But it's obvious that Miss Zhi hid her appearance so well, she would definitely not let people easily find out her close friends.

Hong Siyin's mind was full of thoughts, but she didn't show it on her face. She introduced him with a smile: "This is my cousin. I thought since you are both young people, maybe you can have fun together."

"Hello, Miss Zhi. I am Hong Lecheng." Hong Lecheng still looked nonchalant. He casually extended his right hand and said with a smile, "I wonder if Miss Zhi would be so kind as to let me see your beautiful face?"

"Two eyes and a mouth, there's nothing to see." Although she thought this guy was a bit greasy, when she appeared as "Miss Zhi", Song Zhiyi always suppressed her true personality preferences, so she shook hands with him out of courtesy.

Then, she felt her hand being held tightly. Hong Lecheng knelt on one knee with a charming smile on his face, lowering his head slightly: "Nice to meet you, Zhi——Awoo!"

Song Zhiyi withdrew his foot expressionlessly, and changed his mind in an instant - it was not bad to let people see Miss Zhi's good character occasionally, so that no one would dare to get close to her.

"Ms. Hong."

Even with the mask on, Hong Siyin was still able to keenly sense her unhappiness, and the next moment, Miss Zhi's words confirmed her guess.

"Your behavior suddenly made me doubt," Song Zhiyi walked to the side, took a tissue, and slowly wiped the smooth upper of the shoe, completely ignoring Hong Lecheng's wailing, "I doubt whether my choice to cooperate with you was a wrong decision."

"No, it won't happen!" Hong Siyin shuddered and quickly helped up her nephew who was still rolling on the ground. "I'll take him away right away."

"Auntie, be gentle, my arm is broken!!"

"No problem. I know what I'm doing." Song Zhiyi stood against the wall and moved his fingers lazily.

Having been pampered since childhood, Hong Lecheng had never been treated like this before. He immediately threw all of Hong Siyin's instructions out of his mind and shouted with red eyes: "You..."

"If your legs are not broken, get out of here!" Hong Siyin yelled back even louder, while squeezing his injured arm hard.

The pain brought Hong Lecheng back to his senses. He took one last look at Song Zhiyi, as if he wanted to memorize her figure in his mind.

"Miss Zhi", right? Just wait for me!

Watching Hong Lecheng staggering away with his arms folded, Song Zhiyi stretched and walked into the horse farm first.

“Can you ride a horse?”

Hong Siyin was full of trepidation and immediately replied, "Yes."

"Let's go, have some fun first and then we can get down to business."

“…”

“…”

It had been an unknown amount of time since she last rode a horse. Hong Siyin picked a docile red horse and ran circles behind Song Zhiyi. Gradually, she found some of the joy she had experienced as a girl, and felt that a lot of the depression that had been pent up in her heart for days had dissipated.

"How do you feel?"

Noticing the change in Hong Siyin's mood, Song Zhiyi took the initiative to slow down and walk side by side with her.

"I'm in a good mood." Hong Siyin smiled, and when she looked at Song Zhiyi again, there was some intimacy in her eyes, "Sorry, I was abrupt today."

"It's a bit too abrupt, but I'm more curious," Song Zhiyi stared at her, speaking in a curious but calm tone, "Why did you suddenly bring Hong Lecheng here?"

Still dressed the same way.

Hong Siyin looked a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said half-concealedly: "Nianwen said that you like boys with this style of appearance."

“…”

Song Zhiyi took two seconds to react before he understood the implication of her words.

Hong Lecheng was dressed like the "pretty boy" that Qi Nanfeng had dressed up as at the banquet that day. If you think about it honestly, Hong Lecheng's kneeling on one knee seems to be a one-to-one replica, and he looks pretty, but unfortunately he's still a little off.

After all, she had seen the best match.

"Cooperation between women doesn't require those crooked ways like men do. Besides, what I hate most in my life is pirated stuff." Song Zhiyi adjusted the hat on his head, lightly clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and immediately moved a long way away.

After a thorough run, a thin layer of sweat inevitably formed on his face. Song Zhiyi adjusted the position of his mask and said meaningfully, "Tell me, what is the purpose of your asking me to come here?"

Hong Siyin's expression froze for a moment, and she glanced at the surveillance camera in the rest area without leaving a trace, but still answered truthfully: "Master Qiao is dying."