Fang Cheng then gave a slight smile:
"I have some clues about where the killer is hiding."
Bai Ling immediately asked eagerly:
Lin Chuqiao quickly reacted, looking at him and guessing:
"Are you talking about near those woods from last night?"
Fang Cheng nodded, his tone revealing confidence:
"Now is a good opportunity. The Chen Family members are all gathered at the hospital. Whether it’s Chen Xu’an or Chen Qiming, they have to stay here to deal with relatives and handle follow-ups, so they can’t get away for now."
"We can take this chance to return to the Chen Family Manor and find concrete evidence.
"What’s your specific plan?"
Lin Chuqiao didn’t ask further, her eyes full of trust.
"First, give Pan Wendi a call. I need his ability to help me with something."
Hearing Fang Cheng say this, Lin Chuqiao immediately understood, took out her phone, and dialed the number.
She stepped aside, whispered a few words, then quickly hung up and returned, saying:
"I’ve asked Wendi to wait for you at the hospital entrance. What’s the next step?"
"In a bit, Bai Ling and I will pretend we need to prepare some materials for tomorrow’s action, find an excuse to leave the hospital, and make a trip to the Chen Family Manor."
Fang Cheng then explained his plan unhurriedly:
"I have already spread the news of finding clues about the killer. That guy hiding in the shadows surely knows we’ve given the Chen Family a deadline for tomorrow. He definitely can’t sit still; he’ll be anxious to destroy evidence before tonight and will naturally expose himself."
As he said this, Fang Cheng’s gaze turned to Lin Chuqiao, with a touch of unconscious concern in his eyes:
"Chu Qiao, you stay at the hospital, keep an eye on the Chen Family members, especially those two brothers. Notify me immediately if anything happens, okay?"
Lin Chuqiao smiled sweetly, a trace of playfulness flashing in her eyes:
"In broad daylight, with an amulet on me, even if I can’t fight, surely I can run away, right?"
"Besides, do you really think they can openly snatch a woman in the hospital?"
She deliberately made a joke to lighten the slightly tense atmosphere.
Fang Cheng looked at her relaxed demeanor, also feeling reassured, speaking with certainty:
"No matter who the killer is, we’ll soon find out."
As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards the other end of the corridor.
There, the door of the break room opened.
Chen Xu’an and Chen Qiming walked out one after the other, speaking in low voices, heading in their direction.
Half an hour later, in a tree-lined wealthy district.
A black stretch Lincoln smoothly drove along a sparsely trafficked road.
Driving was Pan Wendi.
He looked quite different today, wearing a crisp chauffeur’s uniform, white gloves on, even his sitting posture was deliberately proper.
The meticulous attire couldn’t hide the fatigue in his eyes; he couldn’t help but yawn widely.
Through the rearview mirror, Pan Wendi could see Fang Cheng and Chen Xu’an sitting in the backseat.
Fang Cheng’s expression was calm, his hands casually resting on his knees, showing little emotion.
Chen Xu’an’s face was solemn, his gaze deep, saying nothing.
"Driver, concentrate."
Fang Cheng’s voice came softly.
"Rest assured, boss, I guarantee the job is done!"
Pan Wendi immediately sat up straight, flashed an OK gesture towards Fang Cheng, then lowered his voice to explain:
"Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t out messing around. Last night, I watched a black magic documentary trying to prepare better, to help my cousin and you." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ noⅴelfire.net
"It turned out scarier than a horror film, kept me up all night thinking about bugs and skulls..."
The expression on Chen Xu’an’s face in the back seat remained taut, showing no reaction to his words.
He simply gazed out the window, fully revealing the heavy heart of a noble family’s young master in times of family crisis.
Seeing this, Pan Wendi stopped speaking further, focusing back on driving.
Ahead, the imposing gates of the Chen Family Manor came into view.
He perked up, lightly honked twice.
At the guard booth by the gate, a security guard quickly walked out, intending to question them.
Upon seeing Chen Xu’an in the car, he hurried over, respectfully bowed and greeted:
"Second Young Master, you’re back?"
Chen Xu’an did not respond, merely lifted his eyes to glance at him, his gaze indifferent, then indicated towards the gate with his chin.
The guard immediately understood, not daring to ask further.
Though puzzled why the second young master returned in a strange Lincoln car, he immediately turned around and used a walkie-talkie to notify the control room to open the gate.
The heavy, ornate iron gates slowly slid open on both sides.
The vehicle smoothly drove in, until entirely out of the guard’s sight.
In the back seat, Chen Xu’an’s previously tense expression suddenly dropped.
Then, winking playfully at Fang Cheng, he spoke in a completely different crisp feminine voice:
"So, how did I do with my performance?"
Before Fang Cheng could answer, the driving Pan Wendi turned his head, dramatically giving a thumbs up:
"Perfect! Bai Ling, with your acting skills, you’re wasted not winning an Oscar!"
"Do you know, that look just now, that presence, it was exactly Chen Xu’an himself."
Bai Ling proudly rubbed her somewhat stiff cheeks, reverting to her lively self.
She was naturally gifted with the superpower to alter her appearance and voice. After development and training by the Professor,
this ability had reached a level of genuine deception, making her an indispensable master of disguise in the team.