Chapter 93 Black Jade
The stars and the moon are bright overhead, and the faint light quietly shrouds the lush forest. Further away, it is dark and even the direction cannot be seen clearly.
Han Zhong stared blankly at the grass in front of him. He looked up and down, left and right, and even turned over the grass, but he couldn't find Jiang Wu and the tall man. This time he was sure that Jiang Wu had disappeared in front of him out of thin air.
Panic filled his heart, and he turned towards the forest and shouted, "Jiang Wu!"
His voice echoed in the vast and dark forest, one after another, until it finally fell silent and no one responded.
"Jiang Wu!"
He shouted again, but there was still no response. Even the chirping of insects in his ears disappeared at some point. The darkness around him swallowed up the flashlight silently like an unknown giant beast.
The short man huddled under the tree suddenly trembled and said, "It's useless, you can't find him..."
Han Zhong turned around, walked up to the man with the gun, put it to his head, and said coldly, "Speak clearly."
The man trembled all over and said, "I don't know either. They just disappeared one by one, without a trace of anyone, alive or dead..."
"How many of you are there?"
“…Five.”
"What about the others?"
"It's gone. It's gone all of a sudden."
Han frowned and said, "Tell me everything that happened to you in the past few days."
The short man said with a pale face, "A week ago, we were attacked by a group of mandrills as soon as we entered the mountain. They bit one of our companions to death. We shot and killed a few mandrills, but there were too many mandrills, so we could only run."
"After we ran to this cemetery, the group of mandrills suddenly stopped chasing us. At first we thought we were safe, but soon we realized that one of us was missing."
At this point, he suddenly shuddered. "Every night when I woke up, there would be one person missing. Even if I didn't sleep all night, in the blink of an eye, the person next to me would disappear. In the end... there were only the two of us left."
Han raised his eyes and scanned the cemetery, his eyes slightly drooping.
He didn't believe that a person could disappear out of thin air, nor did he believe that there was any means in the world that could take away a living person quietly. It was nothing more than a trick. As long as he could find the flaw, he would be able to find Jiang Wu.
…
At the same time, Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the grass that appeared out of thin air in front of him. Illusion?
He mobilized the power of his soul, his eyes turned pure black, and three thousand spells dotted them like stars. He tried to see through the illusion before his eyes, but there was no reaction. The scenery before him remained unchanged.
The endless grassland seemed to have no end. The night sky above was very clear, and you could see countless stars, the gorgeous Milky Way, and a waning moon hanging high in the sky. You could faintly hear the rustling of wild grass in the wind.
Jiang Wu put away his spiritual power and looked at the scene in front of him with a rare serious expression. In this day and age, are there still illusions that he cannot solve?
Compared to his calmness, the tall man behind him with his hands tied behind his back turned pale with fear and yelled, "Fuck! No wonder they disappeared out of thin air!"
Jiang Wu turned around and looked over. "Who?"
"My companion!" the tall man cursed hoarsely, "There must be something fishy going on in that broken mountain!"
"There are no ghosts." Jiang Wu retorted, "The souls of mortals are fragile and will dissipate as soon as they leave the body. They cannot become ghosts at all. There are no ghosts in the world."
The tall man listened to him speaking in an orderly manner and asked suspiciously, "What do you do?"
"Actor, do you know about the program "Journey to the Unknown" that was recorded here?"
“…”
The tall man naturally didn't believe that any actor was so skilled and not afraid of being pointed at by a gun, and he almost strangled his only remaining companion. But at this moment, his hands were tied and he was in a weak position, so he couldn't fight the opponent head-on.
"Is your friend also an actor?"
"No." Jiang Wu shook his head. "He is the president, a very rich man."
The tall man thought of the tie clip worth hundreds of thousands of dollars on his head and the million-level Vacheron Constantin, and immediately believed it 70% that as long as he didn't encounter the cops or gangsters, he would still have a way out.
He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask, "What about copying criminal law?"
"Because I always forget that murder is against the law."
“…”
The tall man's eyelids twitched. "Are you kidding me?"
Jiang Wu did not reply, but pulled out a military dagger from his waist. "This should be yours, what are you looking for?"
The tall man's expression changed slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "...I don't know what you are talking about."
Jiang Wu looked at him calmly for a moment, then suddenly raised the dagger and stabbed him in the heart. The tall man's pupils shrank, and he shouted in panic, "I'm a policeman!"
Jiang Wu was stunned. "Police?"
"right!"
Seeing that it worked, the tall man immediately said, "Some time ago, one of our companions went missing in Qingming Mountain. We suspected that he had been killed. That's why you two showed up in this mountain in the middle of the night. I thought you two were criminals, so I shot you!"
What he said made a lot of sense. Jiang Wu looked at him thoughtfully, "Are you really a policeman?"
"Of course!"
"What is Article 31 of the Criminal Law?"
“…”
The tall man's expression froze, "I...it's been too long since I graduated, I forgot."
Jiang Wu sneered, and the next second he raised the knife and stabbed at his heart. The man's eyes widened, turned around and ran away, but the moment he turned around, the knife in Jiang Wu's hand had already stabbed him.
The moment the man felt the cold blade sliding down his wrist, he was ready to cut off his hand. However, he did not expect that the dagger would pass through the middle of his bound hands without any deviation and cut the vine.
The man froze in his tracks, staring blankly at his unharmed hands, and slowly turned around.
"Who gave you this?"
Jiang Wu held the dagger, with a red rope hanging on the blade and a yellow talisman folded into a triangle tied to the red rope. He lowered his eyes to look at the talisman and asked lightly.
In just a few minutes, the man had been on the verge of death several times. His already exhausted body instantly lost the last bit of strength, his legs went limp, and he fell directly to the ground.
"…A lucky charm given by my employer."
The tall man looked sullen, and his hostility had dissipated a lot. "They said it could keep me safe, and they insisted that I wear it. It's part of my mission. If I don't wear it, I'll be fined. I'm like a psychopath."
"What's your employer's name?"
"I don't know. In our line of work, we always communicate through middlemen."
Without waiting for Jiang Wu to ask further questions, the man continued, "They asked us to go into the mountains and find a grave and a piece of jade from it."
Jiang Wu's eyes moved slightly, "What kind of jade?"
"A piece of black jade."
"What is it like? Any photos or portraits?"
"No, we'll know when we see it."
"Why?"
"Because..." the man looked hesitant, "the jade will make a sound on its own, calling out to the person who found it."
…
Next to the cemetery under the night sky, Han Chong called Jiang Wu's number many times without success and did not dare to leave easily to look for him nearby, for fear that Jiang Wu would come back and not be able to find him.
His eyes fell on the road he came from. When he was about to try to go back, he suddenly heard a burst of clear and pleasant tinkling sounds, one after another, echoing in this silent forest.
He glanced at the short man under the tree. He didn't know whether he had fainted or fallen asleep. He was curled up there quietly and didn't seem to hear the sound.
The sound came from the cemetery behind him. Han Zhong held up the flashlight and walked slowly over.
“Ding-dong-dong”
Under the moonlight, a pure black jade ring was hung on the eaves of the last tombstone in the cemetery. The vermilion rope was swaying slightly, and the black jade ring hit the tombstone lightly again and again, making a crisp sound.