Yaman Ying's face stiffened slightly.
I remained expressionless and didn't offer any explanation.
We don't see eye to eye, but I've done a favor for the Huang Si, and they've sent someone to do me a favor in return. That's just how things work.
Even if there's any connection between this book and the previous Mrs. Ma, I don't feel the need to say anything particularly kind or positive.
For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.
Just then, we stood for quite some time, but the Guagai bird did not appear.
Yaman Ying whispered a few words to Book Grandma, and then they both disappeared into the background. It's unknown where they are hiding.
I roughly understand their intentions.
After a moment of thought, I walked forward.
Perhaps it's because there are too many people around me, and the Guagai bird is afraid to come out?
It's also possible that it hasn't been able to keep up with me yet.
I felt like I was being followed from behind, it was Yaman Ying and Book Grandma who were following me.
But to my surprise, the Guagai bird never appeared at all...
Is something wrong?
In an instant, it was midnight, but the Guagai bird still hadn't come.
My heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
Stopping, I turned to look back and nodded.
After a while, Yaman Ying and Book Grandma walked out from behind a tree.
"What's going on..." Yaman Ying sounded slightly uneasy.
"I'm afraid there's been a change of some sort," I whispered.
"Change...?" Yaman Ying seemed to think of something and was slightly surprised, but then hesitated to speak.
Grandma Book is here, it's not convenient to talk.
"If there's nothing else, I'll just leave then, Grandma Book," the old lady said with a rumbling voice.
"Hmm, Grandma Book, you go ahead and rest first. I'll communicate with Mr. Yang," Yaman Ying whispered softly.
Grandma Book walked away into the distance and quickly disappeared into the night.
"She specializes in styling people's hair, she doesn't like barbers," Yaman Ying paused for a moment, then explained to me: "She used to be a self-styled woman by chance, became a hair stylist. It has nothing to do with Mr. Ma, you don't have to be too vigilant with her."
I nodded and said it was fine.
Looking up at the sky again, I narrowed my eyes and said, "If that beast hasn't encountered any trouble on its own, then there must be something wrong with the birdcage sold by the antique shop."
Yaman Ying nodded repeatedly, and for a moment, she looked slightly agitated.
"What should we do now?"
I didn't respond, just thinking deeply.
Sun Da Hai has some issues, and his guard is relatively lax.
However, I can't be completely certain that he has any problems because there is another possibility. Sun Da Hai may think that I am just a small guy, especially since his son is now a Taoist who worships the God of the East, and I can only hide in the dark sewage canal.
But if the Guagai bird flies back, it will lead to the worst situation I fear.
"We need to go and check on Sun Da Hai again to see if he has any problems." Taking a deep breath, I said.
"I was just thinking that too!" Yaman Ying nodded immediately.
"What about Mr. Yang? You called me here, it's not just because of Grandma Book, right?" I asked Yaman Ying again.
"Yes, Mr. Yang said he wanted to talk to you," Yaman Ying answered.
After a moment of thought, I said, "We'll split into two groups. You go to the vicinity of Sun Da Hai's house and mainly look for the Guagai bird. I'll go and have a face-to-face chat with Mr. Yang. I need to get relevant information about my family as soon as possible."
Yaman Ying thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
The two of us first returned to the underground garage of Huang Si. She drove away, and I went to the third floor of the underground garage.
After the elevator opened, the hall of Huang Si today was slightly quiet, and there were not as many people. Most of them should have gone out to do business.
The remaining few people, their gaze at me was purely unfriendly.
As I scanned the area, I noticed Ma Kuo hiding in the corner. He not only had a mask on his mouth, but also a hat on his head. Only his eyebrows, nose, and lips were visible.
His eyes were venomous, and he seemed to want to kill me at any cost.
I paid no attention to them and walked straight into Mr. Yang's office.
As soon as I walked in, I saw Mr. Yang sipping tea.
There were still two people beside him - Guàpó Heódòng, the ghost maiden, and Wáng Xuè, the coffin maker.
"Haha, my divine nephew has arrived. It seems, Grandma Book has cleaned up your tail for you?" Mr. Yang's face was full of smiles as he invited me to sit down and have some tea.
"The tail is gone, it wasn't used, but it's all right."
I sat opposite the tea tray and drank a cup of tea. The fragrance of the tea filled my mouth.
"My divine nephew, if you need help, you can ask Grandma Book anytime. Yaman Ying can contact her."
Mr. Yang poured another eight-fifths of the cup for me.
"Let's get back to the main point, Mr. Yang, the murder case is solved. What did you promise me in terms of materials?" I got straight to the point and asked directly.
"My divine nephew indeed has great skills. However, although the murder case has been solved, what about the bodies of the workers? Yaman Ying only mentioned a location - within fifty meters of the main gate, there is a body." Mr. Yang asked again.
I kept my composure and answered, "If there are no accidents, most of the bodies should be under the soil outside the unit gate. The flower bed has been cemented, and the pregnant woman died by digging a hole. Something must be suspicious about it at the bottom."
"Good!" Mr. Yang's face lit up with excitement.
He pulled out a file folder from under the tea tray, which was bulging and full.
My pupils also constricted, and my breathing became slightly rapid.
Reaching out, I was about to take it.
"Oh, my divine nephew, don't rush. There are two other small matters." Mr. Yang's hand pressed down on the file folder.
I closed my eyes, maintaining composure.
"First, the item that formed the murder trap must be handed over to Huang Si for processing. It's not a simple thing; it poses too many hidden dangers, and the regulators have come to us. They're giving me a deadline to turn it in. But rest assured, I roughly know some things; the Taoist Sun Zhuo inside had a grudge against you, but I didn't say it was broken by you." Mr. Yang's tone relaxed.
My forehead slightly furrowed, actually feeling very dissatisfied.
If the murder trap is so dangerous, why didn't the regulators intervene beforehand? Why wait until everyone is done with it? This is like picking fruit.
Moreover, the corpse's clothes are in my hands, which is indeed troublesome. Let Huang Si take them and handle the problem, and it should be no big deal.
"What about the second matter?" I asked Mr. Yang.
"Secondly, it's an even smaller matter. My dear nephew, you can join my Huang Si. You and Yaman Ying will be in the same department. Huang Si will help you hide your identity, and I, Yang, am very much a person who values talent. Moreover, our relationship is already quite good," Mr. Yang said.
My eyelids couldn't stop jumping.
Does Mr. Yang really have such an aura?
Afraid that I might bring even bigger trouble?
I am truly hesitant.
Indeed, I have had several grudges with Huang Si.
Huang Si is a gathering place for people from the nine streams of society. Having one more friend means having one less enemy.
The most important thing is that Mr. Yang has kept his promise, and the help from Huang Si seems to be quite helpful to me at the moment.
After pondering for a while, I fully weighed the pros and cons, nodded my head, and agreed.
Mr. Yang burst into an excited laugh and said, "Good!"
He paused for a moment before saying, "My dear nephew, you must promise me a small request. This is also the rule of Huang Si."
"We have always maintained that we do not meddle in each other's affairs. I pretend not to know about your matters with the Sun family, and you cannot harm anyone in the Sun family either. Otherwise, it will cause a big mess between the regulators and Huang Si!"
"Haha, as the saying goes, harmony is the most valuable in all things. My dear nephew is a wise man."
The words "wise person" were too harsh.
Moreover, Mr. Yang's condition was essentially a prohibition on me seeking revenge against the Sun family!
My heart sank, and my vision also turned cold. I looked at Mr. Yang in silence.
