I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 62 Next Target

It must be said that Shen Xuanyi is definitely not the kind of rich second-generation that Lin Chen stereotyped her to be.

She was very well-mannered, with a cool and aloof aura, yet surprisingly approachable.

But when she talks about the fate of her family, her gaze becomes as fierce as a hunter's.

This down-on-her-luck heiress seems quite different from the one in the short drama.

Give her a knife, and she might actually be able to tear two pieces of flesh off her enemy.

Then give it to her.

Lin Chen took out a hard drive and pushed it to Shen Xuanyi:

"There are also some documents here, some images left by Captain England in the archives bunker."

"I think... we have enough cards to play."

Shen Xuanyi took the hard drive, connected it to her laptop, and glanced at its contents.

"He brought his own crew, which is a very damaging fact. The public instinctively likes well-structured stories but doesn't want to see their flaws," Shen Xuanyi murmured softly. "But I really didn't expect... their director would be Zuo Xia..."

"Does Sister Xuanyi know that director?" Li Zhanyi asked curiously.

"Yes, our two families often visit each other; my father and he are old friends."

Shen Xuanyi nodded:

"His film box office is basically covered by the foundation's operations, and he's also made a lot of films for the foundation's demigods. I just didn't expect... he'd be in charge of these dirty jobs..."

Shen Xuanyi's acquaintance with Zuo Xia surprised Lin Chen.

He glanced at the buzzing ceiling, then entered the "Mirage City" to confirm that there were no eavesdroppers or followers along the way, before speaking to Shen Xuanyi:

"Our next target is director Zuo Xia. Do you know how to get in touch with him?"

"He rarely participates in activities, claiming that he has been in seclusion creating," Shen Xuanyi shook her head. "Now it seems that this is because he is always involved in the actions of the demigods, using his camera to record those heroic moments of the demigods..."

Shen Xuanyi bit her lip slightly; clearly, her father's friend was deeply involved in this series of events.

How much does Zuo Xia know about the Iron Corner Bridge?

How much does this old friend know about the incident where United Concrete was framed?

"Since he appeared in the bunker, he probably already knew," Shen Xuanyi chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Father and he have always had a good relationship. He really misjudged him."

"Do you have any way of finding out where he is?" Li Zhanyi asked.

"certainly."

As if she had made up her mind, Shen Xuanyi stood up, walked to a corner of the encrypted room, and answered the phone.

About ten minutes later, Shen Xuanyi returned to the sofa and sat down.

She took out a piece of paper, wrote down an address, and pushed it to Lin Chen:

"Recently, almost all of Zuo Xia's schedules have been canceled. It seems that the foundation wants him to lay low. But even so, there is one banquet he insists on attending."

Lin Chen looked at the note, which had an address written on it:

The Waldorf Hotel in Iron Corner, 49th floor ballroom.

The time is three days later, at 8 PM.

"The Rain City Star Film Carnival," Shen Xuanyi said softly. "Directors from all over the world will attend this grand event. According to the original plan, he was supposed to promote 'Turning the Tide' at the banquet, but Qingtian is dead. I don't know what he's going to do. Maybe he wants to promote Captain England's movie."

"I have a feeling that Captain England won't live much longer either..." Lin Chen felt a bit of dark humor in his voice.

"I've checked with people inside, and he is indeed on the invitation list and has confirmed he's going, but it hasn't been made public yet," Shen Xuanyi said, gently stroking her earring. "If you're planning anything, this is a perfect opportunity."

She seemed to have mustered up her courage when she said those words, and Lin Chen noticed that her fingertips were trembling as she touched her earring.

One can imagine the despair Shen Xuanyi felt when she discovered that her father's old friend was also involved in this tragedy, which led her to decide to assist the investigation bureau.

Lin Chen read the note several times, then projected Jiang's lighter onto the screen, lit it, and threw it into the ashtray.

"Thank you for your assistance, Ms. Shen Xuanyi," Lin Chen stood up. "This lead is very important. We need to return to the Investigation Bureau immediately, so we may not be able to stay for dinner."

"Lin Chen, there's no rush," Li Zhanyi tugged at his sleeve. "Section Chief Jiang is still sleeping. The meeting was originally scheduled for this afternoon."

Lin Chen was pulled back to sit down, blinking somewhat awkwardly.

Upon seeing this, a faint smile appeared on Shen Xuanyi's cool and aloof face.

"Mr. Lin, don't you want to be friends with me at all?"

"How could that be?" Lin Chen quickly waved his hand, "The main thing is... the Investigation Bureau can't accept gifts..."

"You already received it last time," Shen Xuanyi pointed out astutely, "from the weapons specialty store."

Oh no... it seems they actually accepted it...

Seeing Lin Chen's completely hopeless expression, Shen Xuanyi gently came to his rescue:

"I didn't mean to give gifts; I just wanted to help with your survey in any way I could."

"As for lunch today, it was just a simple meal, without any expensive ingredients; I cooked it all myself."

"They just meant well," Li Zhanyi poked Lin Chen's waist. "Aren't you getting shy again?"

What does "again" mean?

"Alright then." Lin Chen sighed helplessly.

He just felt that if he went back after dinner, his "rich kid experiencing life" persona would be firmly established within the police station...

......

Shen Xuanyi was indeed not lying. At noon, she cooked a few simple home-style dishes, and the three of them set up a small table in the living room.

During the meal, she thanked Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi again and promised to be available whenever needed if they required any help in the future.

After dinner, Shen Xuanyi offered to drive the two of them back to the Investigation Bureau.

Even though Lin Chen repeatedly declined, he couldn't resist Li Zhanyi's final decision:

"Taking a taxi costs money! Weren't you worried about the cost this morning? Let's go, let's go..."

"..."

Fortunately, when Lin Chen got out of the back seat of Ghost, the Investigation Bureau was on lunch break and there weren't many people around.

Even so, the gatekeeper was startled by Lin Chen:

"Hey young man, who are you? You even have a driver?"

"Sir, this is an informant..." Lin Chen said helplessly.

Seeing the old man's gossipy expression, Lin Chen knew that this gossip was unavoidable.

A rich young master who comes to experience life... a gigolo kept by a beautiful and wealthy woman... one's identity in the outside world is what one gives oneself.

On the bright side, this might make those who want to cause trouble think twice.

Perhaps...

"..."

As Lin Chen pushed open the door to the First Section Office, the first thing he heard was Section Chief Jiang's voice:

"Louis, do you have any leads?"

"It will take a little more time. Zuo Xia's schedule is hard to find; it's basically all encrypted by the foundation."

Looking around, Lucy was making drinks at the bar, Jiang Zhengge and a short, blond-haired, blue-eyed man were working by the clue board, and a mysterious man in a black robe and top hat stood in the shadows of the room.

Presumably, the two people meeting for the first time were Louis, who always stayed behind the scenes, and Oswald, who was always on field assignments.

"Hey, Xiaolin Zhanyi, you're back?" Jiang Zhengge waved towards the door.

"Why does it sound like a Japanese name?" Li Zhanyi complained.

Lin Chen, on the other hand, went straight to the point:

"We have finalized Zuo Xia's schedule. It's three days from now at the Yudu Star Film Carnival."

Upon hearing this, Louis, who had been typing on his computer, looked up, his eyes filled with surprise.

"What? How did you know?"

......