"Where is she? I need to see her!"
"They just got on the bus and are already being escorted back to Xijiang Province. They should be on the highway by now."
Hearing this, Gao Ang sighed in disappointment. Cao Kun, sitting opposite him, could tell from his voice and couldn't help but tease, "Can't you at least have some sense of right and wrong? You have a beautiful, delicate woman by your side and you're still thinking about a female fugitive?"
"What is all this nonsense, senior brother? I'm not that kind of person. By the way, don't you have any thoughts about what she said?"
Gao Ang asked tentatively, mainly because Lao Fang's words had such a huge impact on him.
"What are you thinking? Suspecting you're in cahoots with her? Stop messing around and get some rest. I've seen plenty of these kinds of people playing dirty tricks. Two years ago, there was even a death row inmate who told me before he was executed not to go to the toilet after midnight. Seriously? It's normal for older people to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. If I let him scare me, I'd probably die from holding my pee!"
After chatting with Cao Kun for a few more minutes, Gao Ang hung up the phone. When he came to his senses, he tried to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, only to find that he wasn't sweating at all.
"Ha, a sign of guilt," he muttered to himself before lying back down on the bed.
Cao Kun's words gave him a completely new understanding of Lao Fang. He now felt that Fang Ziying might not be the main culprit in the murder case back then, and that this woman—Lao Fang—was very likely the real killer.
Recalling the events of that day, Gao Ang became increasingly convinced that his guess was correct.
Lao Fang's first impression of him was that she was flirtatious, and very charming and assertive in a way; in other words, she was the kind of woman who was on top.
On the day of her arrest, she presented herself to everyone in a completely different light, appearing pitiful and endearing, which led everyone to label her as a weakling, coerced, and an accomplice.
So much so that when Fang Ziying was hysterically cursing and swearing in the end, no one paid attention to why he was cursing, and instead simply chose to kill him.
This gave her a perfect scapegoat, allowing her to pin all the blame from 20 years ago on Fang Ziying, even the weapons and debris. After all, only the two of them knew about these things; the other person was dead, and she already had the advantage of sympathy. Plus, there was no direct evidence proving her involvement in these cases…
However, Gao Yuan couldn't explain all of this to Cao Kun. To understand his thoughts, one had to stand in his shoes. Cao Kun, on the other hand, stood in the shoes of evidence. From Cao Kun's perspective, Lao Fang was a clear victim of coercion and should not be subjected to the death penalty.
Gao Ang had a question: why did Lao Fang bring him this message?
What is her purpose?
Isn't she afraid that she will expose her?
After careful consideration, he felt that Lao Fang was probably fearless and that this woman was really not simple.
Even if I tell others what she said, so what? And even if someone suspects she's the mastermind, so what? Is there any evidence?
Nothing happened. More than twenty years have passed, and Fang Ziying is dead. Everything has been lost in the river of time. Perhaps only the victims and Fang Ziying know the truth.
As for why she brought me that message, I'll have to confront her face to face.
Gao Ang thought it was unnecessary. She had already been escorted back to Xijiang, and what awaited her was at least a prison sentence of more than ten years, if not the death penalty.
"Why think so much? Time to sleep!"
Too much has happened lately, and Gao Ang feels he needs to take some time to calm down. He'll probably have to stop the live streaming for a while.
Fortunately, he didn't sign with a guild, so his streaming time was relatively flexible, and the moderators didn't put too much pressure on him. Moreover, Dota Auto Chess is a declining game, so he could also plan how to continue his career in the future.
The next day, he told his viewers that he planned to temporarily stop broadcasting, and changed the title of his live stream to: "The streamer is going home to inherit the family business and will be taking a break from broadcasting for a while."
The first person to send a question mark was Lao Wan: "Why did the broadcast suddenly stop? What happened?"
"It's nothing, I just feel like it's not very interesting anymore. A man should have his own career, and I always feel a bit awkward doing live streaming."
"Did you get scolded at home?"
A scolding? That's relatively mild. I almost got beaten up back then, but thankfully my older sister supported me and saved me from my parents' punishment.
"It's about changing the way we live!"
"Alright, then we won't see 'God's Summoning' anymore. Call me when you're in Hangzhou, I'll take you flying!" After sending this message, Lao Wan didn't say anything more.
After chatting and joking around with other familiar friends in the group, half a day passed quickly. Gao Ang promised them that he would do some outdoor activities when he had time, and then he logged out of QQ.
After sorting through my belongings, I found that I had quite a bit of money in my bank account. I had won more than 500,000 yuan in two bonuses, plus the 110,000 yuan I had saved before, so I could be considered a small millionaire.
Three years after graduation, in a first-tier international city like Shanghai, I have a net income of 630,000 yuan and own a Jeep Renegade worth a little over 200,000 yuan. It's a four-wheel drive and I bought it outright. I guess I'm doing pretty well.
He hadn't thought about how he would earn a living in the future.
There's always a way out, and things will work themselves out. If all else fails, just do what Brother Cao Kun suggested and take the national civil service exam. You still have several hundred thousand yuan in your pocket, plus the generous benefits of being a civil servant, so making a living shouldn't be a problem.
Furthermore, you could also search for the criminals on the wanted list; even the cheapest one is worth tens of thousands of dollars, which is roughly enough for half a year's rent.
By the way, he doesn't need to eat now, which saves him a lot of money; he only needs to meet his housing needs.
See, the life of a mutant is that simple.
After tidying up the bedroom and closing the balcony door, Gao Ang slung his backpack over his shoulder, grabbed Xiao Hua, and headed out the door.
This time, he was determined to go to another place, to find a remote mountain forest, to fully experience the thrill of his mutation.
He always felt that his strength, speed and other aspects had greatly improved, but in a modern place like Shanghai, he didn't dare to show too much. Even in his last PK with Liu Zhuo, he held back most of his strength.
The feeling of a force trapped inside his body was very uncomfortable, like... well, it made him restless and uneasy. He felt that he could hardly suppress this desire anymore.
This situation reminded him of descriptions in novels, where unparalleled masters would always find someone or a place to vent their frustrations after a breakthrough, in order to adapt to the changes in their power and release excess energy, otherwise it would cause irreparable damage to their physical and mental health.
His situation was much better than those of those peerless masters. At least his high level of self-awareness was still okay. According to his understanding, the transformation of him by 'photosynthesis' was gradual. His strength, speed, and various physical attributes were not improved overnight.
So he didn't experience any of the melodramatic events found in novels, such as crushing cups or tearing down door frames. The worst incident was when he was so frightened that he jumped up and hit the ceiling, but there were no lasting effects.
I sent a message to Cao Kun and Xia Weiwei, telling them that I was going on a road trip for a while and that I would contact them if needed, etc.
Cao Kun's reply was slightly more normal, telling him to be careful and so on, while Xia Weiwei's reply was much simpler, just a single "Mm".
It suited her temperament and personality perfectly. With a slight pout, Gao Ang opened the car door, tossed Xiao Hua inside, and left Longyuan Community.
He didn't bring much else with him this time, just a water bottle, a mobile phone, a super high-capacity power bank, a few lighters, and a cat, that's all.
The main function of his phone is to refuel. His destination this time is the primeval forest in Southwest China, a journey of about 3,000 kilometers. With his 50L fuel tank capacity, he will probably need to refuel more than ten times.
He had considered taking a plane, but that would mean Xiaohua would have to be checked in as luggage. As for leaving Xiaohua at home, he hadn't even considered that option.
This guy is terrifying; he can even cut my skin. If he's not home, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause.
The same principle applies to pet transport. Can that broken cage withstand its rough handling?
After much thought, the only option he could do was drive himself. Fortunately, he was currently unemployed, so he didn't need to clock in or ask for leave. He could go wherever he wanted, even if it was only a thousand or two kilometers, which would take about a day and a night.
After greeting two familiar people, Gao Ang also had to tell his family that although he was very independent now, he didn't know how long he would stay in the mountains this time. Everyone said that the signal was bad in the mountains, so he wanted to tell his family in advance so that they wouldn't worry if they couldn't contact him.
When Gao's father learned that he was going on a road trip in the mountains, he was alright. He just gave a nonchalant "hmm" to indicate that he knew. Gao's mother was much stricter. She launched into a tirade of scolding him for not doing his job properly and for wasting his time getting into a good university. Fortunately, Gao's father couldn't stand his mother's nagging any longer and hung up the phone, which finally relieved Gao Ang from his misery.
As for my older sister, it was much simpler. She just sent two lines of text and that was it. Anyway, she's probably busy taking care of the kids right now, so she won't be thinking about him.
After finishing all that, Gao Ang could finally set off on his journey with peace of mind.
He went on a carefree road trip, while Cao Kun and Xia Weiwei were still worried sick about Wu Mei's case.
Xia Weiwei's worries came true. No matter what interrogation methods were used, Wu Mei refused to admit that she had killed Zhang Jianping, and she didn't even know the murder weapon or the details of the crime.
They even invited a senior psychological expert from the ministry and used advanced technical means such as lie detectors. The final result was that Wu Mei did not lie. Moreover, based on her testimony, behavioral descriptions, and micro-expressions, the conclusion was that Wu Mei was innocent.
"We have the motive, the crime scene, and the victim's body. Can we submit these to the prosecutor's office?"
"I'm afraid that won't work. The chain of evidence isn't complete enough. There are still loopholes in the tools used in the crime, the time of the crime, the methods used, and the details."
Cao Kun covered his face with his hands, seriously considering whether there were any other breakthroughs.
"If my junior brother were here, he would be my lucky star."
With a sigh to himself, Cao Kun rallied his spirits and threw himself back into his demanding work.
After driving for more than ten hours, Gao Ang finally arrived at his destination: Shennongjia.
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