"Have you heard of the Qinglong Club?"
Facing Yue Dingtang's question, Ling Shu was confused for a moment.
"What does the Blue Dragon Society you said have to do with the Black Dragon in Japan?"
Yue Dingtang: "...There is no relationship at all. The only relationship may be that there is a dragon character."
Ling Shu snorted: "Then I haven't heard of it, you continue to say."
Yue Dingtang: "It is rumored that there are seven general altars under the Yiguandao Gate, which are located in Beijing, Shanghai, Tianjin, Nanjing and other places, named after the Four Spirits and Three Talents, among which the Qinglonghui is called the Qinglonghui. But this Qinglonghui is the same as Lu Zude and Yang Chun. Whether it has anything to do with the mentioned Qinglong, I don't know."
Ling Shu was stunned.
He did not expect that Yue Dingtang would mention Yiguandao.
This is a well-known organization today.
Famous enough, almost no one does not know.
The government calls it a wicked way, and it always sends people to clear it up regularly, but it never ends, and the ashes resurface.
Yiguandao claims to be the leader of several schools of gentle Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and even bringing in Jesus Christ, claiming that it has several gods possessed, vigorously promoting the theory of doomsday, and can bless the world to survive in the doomsday.
At a time when Japan is coveting, there are foreign powers outside, and warlords inside, ordinary citizens in big cities such as Beijing and Shanghai can still live in a corner of their lives and survive. In the face of uncertainty, there have been years of floods along the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, and droughts are common in inland areas with little rainfall.
Since the year before last, natural disasters and plagues have not stopped in most parts of China. The year before last was plague in Guangdong, Fujian and other places, cholera in Zhejiang, Shandong and other places, smallpox in Hubei, Tianjin and other places, and the year before last was malaria caused by floods in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. The number of deaths caused by the plague ranges from thousands to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, and it occurs every year.
People with small savings have gone bankrupt in order to treat their illnesses, and those people who are already poor have no medicine and can only wait to die in despair. Some of the remuneration Ling Shu received from He Youan was used last year when typhoid fever was prevalent. , those rural poor who contracted the disease, but these can only be a drop in the bucket.
In a desperate situation, Yiguandao's illusory longevity and immortality remarks have naturally become wider and wider, and their forces have developed more and more rapidly. It is said that they have gone from bottom to top, and even some high-ranking officials are believers of Yiguandao.
Ling Shu patted his forehead.
"When you say this, I am reminded of a case that I once handled at the Jiangwan District Police Station. Once we caught a man who was buying and selling people, Paihuazi. Later, we found out that he had some connection with Yiguandao, and he still had A few human life lawsuits, that Paihuazi said that he is just a little scoundrel in Yiguandao who can't stand on the stage, and he can't be regarded as a serious person at all, and those big people are all long-suffering."
Yue Dingtang nodded: "Yuandao relies on a variety of doorways to survive. Casino brothels are not a problem, and human trafficking is naturally one of them. I even suspect that they have some connections with Lu Tongcang and Lu Zude's Spring Mountain Club."
Ling Shu: "But Miss Feng San is back. If she was abducted and sold, it doesn't make sense."
Feng Zhenzhu was temporarily unable to inquire about Yang Chunhe's disappearance, and only Lu Zude could help them solve this doubt.
"Go, go to the patrol room!"
But Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang didn't expect that they were a step late.
Lu Zude is dead.
"The time was about 8:50 in the evening. We heard the howling of the prisoner in the cell next to Lu Zude. We wanted to let people be quiet. Who knows, we saw a pool of blood flowing from Lu Zude's cell."
The patrol hurried over to take a look, only to find that Lu Zude's neck was actually separated by a broken bowl of porcelain, and his body was almost soaked with blood, and he was naturally helpless.
This person was specially told by the superior that he could not die. When he died, the entire patrol room was boiling, and everyone’s heads became big. The chaos continued until Ling Shu and the others arrived, and the patrol did not calm down. Severe storm.
Ling Shu calculated the time, it was 8:50, that is, before they arrived at Feng's house, but who would have expected Lu Zude to commit suicide at that time
"Are you sure it was suicide?" Yue Dingtang asked.
"When we found out, the cell door was locked, and he was the only one inside. The murder weapon fell beside him, and it was covered in blood. There was nothing but suicide. We were surprised that last time, in order to prevent him from self-harm, it was clear that every time he gave He stared at it when he delivered food, and didn't let him break things, even if they were broken, some people took back the pieces one by one, but no one noticed when the piece in his hand was hidden."
Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang looked at each other.
"We want to go to the morgue, is it convenient?"
Lu Zude's death was tragic.
The wound on the neck was bloody, and it was almost unbearable to let people take a second look.
His eyes turned white and half closed, and his body and appearance were different from ordinary people, which made him look a bit terrifying.
Ling Shu walked around the corpse without blinking, and lowered his head to examine his wound carefully.
"Do you feel that our intentions for action are captured by a pair of invisible eyes?"
They wanted to find Yang Chunhe, but Yang Chunhe disappeared.
Feng Zhenzhu finally came back, but people only let them look at him from a distance, and they didn't even have a chance to talk.
They wanted to find a breakthrough in Lu Zude again, and Lu Zude died.
Could it be that Feng Zhenzhu will die in a few days
Ling Shu hurriedly shook his head, shaking this terrifying thought out of his mind.
Yue Ding Tang was silent.
He can't do an autopsy, so he thinks more about Lu Zude's death.
"There are many people who want Lu Zude to die. He knows the secrets of many people, and many people want to take out the secrets from his mouth. It is a tug of war and a game in itself that he can live until now."
The implication was that his death was not necessarily related to Miss Feng San's disappearance.
Ling Shu scratched his hair, feeling a little irritable.
"In this way, the clue is broken again."
"Don't worry, the truth will never be covered up for too long. All your efforts will be in vain after all. In this world, evil may not be able to prevail, but darkness cannot take over the world for a long time. Sooner or later, it will have to make way for the light."
Yue Dingtang dragged him out, not wanting him to stay beside the corpse for too long.
"Feng Zhenzhu can't stay away forever. The Feng family can not entertain us, but they have to entertain Xiao Yue."
Ling Shu: "You mean Xiao Yue to ask Feng Zhenzhu?"
Yue Dingtang snorted: "It's always more convenient for a woman to talk to a woman than us to ask directly. Feng Zhuzhu is wary of us, but he must be much more relaxed with Xiao Yue."
After tossing about for most of the night, Ling Shu simply did not go back to his home, and went directly to Yue Ding Tang to deal with it.
The next day, the two went to visit Feng's house, but they didn't see Feng Zhenzhu, not even the eldest son of Feng.
The steward of the Feng family said that Miss Feng San is now in a state of insanity, and her mental state is extremely poor.
Ling Yue and the two were not surprised. They didn't plan to stay long, so they said goodbye and left.
Yue Dingtang found Xiao Yue and asked her to go to Feng's house when she had time. No matter how she saw Feng Zhenzhu, she was concerned, and mainly asked what she had experienced in the days when she disappeared.
Xiao Yue naturally agreed happily.
For a week after the incident, everything was calm.
Xiao Yue went to Feng's house three times, and finally saw Feng Zhenzhu on the third time.
Also with Feng Zhenzhu is Wu Wu.
The three had afternoon tea together.
"Pearl, didn't you sleep well last night?"
Xiao Yue stretched out her hand to pull her, and just as her fingers touched her, Feng Zhenzhu suddenly retracted in shock, and Xiao Yue was stunned by the reaction.
This was a small gesture that the two of them used to do in the past, but it was very common. Feng Zhenzhu also liked to stretch his hand under Xiao Yue's armpit to scratch the itch.
But now, she has become very resistant to being touched by others.
"Don't mind, she may have been frightened outside." Wu Wu explained beside him.
"It's okay," Xiao Yue became more and more worried. Although she was entrusted by Yue Ding Tang, she really cared about her friends. "Pearl, we are all worried about you. Where have you been going these days? Did you meet a bad guy or where are you trapped? Can you tell me?"
Feng Zhenzhu didn't seem to hear her words, and stared at the dew on the rose outside the window, her eyes never blinking, it was eternal in an instant.
Xiao Yue called again several times before Feng Zhenzhu came back to her senses.
She slowly rolled her eyes, but did not look at Xiao Yue, but stopped on the white porcelain cup in front of her.
"What did you say?"
Xiao Yue was helpless, and it was not easy to ask further questions after seeing this.
"I mean, since you escaped the danger safely, come back and have a good rest, don't think about those dangerous and terrible things, we will accompany you."
She naturally wanted to shake her friend's hand, hoping to give her warmth and encouragement.
Feng Zhenzhu avoided it again, as if Xiao Yue had some virus on her body.
Xiao Yue was a little embarrassed, and she couldn't help but think about what happened to Feng Zhenzhu these days. Her temperament changed drastically, and she was so frightened. Xiao Yue could almost guess all the situations that a young and beautiful girl could face when she fell into the devil's lair, but she didn't want to think about it.
At this moment, she knew that she could no longer ask anything, and even if she asked, Feng Zhenzhu would not answer.
"Don't be afraid."
Wu Wu reached out and embraced Feng Zhuzhu.
The latter sat on a spring and vibrated for a moment, visibly froze all over, but did not break free in the end.
Does this mean that she trusts Wu Wu far more than herself
Xiao Yue thought to herself about the friendship she had known since childhood, and she was also jealous at this time.
"Miss Xiao, why don't you stay for dinner at night, you can also talk to Pearl more." Wu Wu invited.
"No," Xiao Yue decided to get up and leave, "Pearl needs you most now, and please accompany her well. But now something like this has happened, your wedding date..."
Wu Wu: "The wedding date remains the same. No matter what happens to Pearl, she will always be my pearl."
Xiao Yue nodded secretly, rejoicing that her friend will have good luck if she survives the disaster.
…
"Probably so."
Sitting in the city bureau's office, Xiao Yueru described Ling Yue and the two.
"I'm sorry I didn't ask the answer you want to know, but under the circumstances at that time, I couldn't ask any further questions. Maybe Pearl will recover slowly after a while, and I'll ask again."
"It's okay, you have done a good job." Yue Ding nodded in affirmation.
Xiao Yue sighed: "Fortunately, she has Wu Wu by her side, otherwise I really don't know what to do."
These words were still in my ears, and two days later, Yue Dingtang encountered a strange thing.