Chapter 72: Death Game 6

  "What kind of person is Jiang Dong, who can't even see the scar on his mouth that doesn't match his heart. If he couldn't even see this, Zhao Hei Hu wouldn't have trusted him so much, letting him take the second-in-command position in the Tiger Gang, one man below, ten thousand men above."

  "Jiang Dong watched as Knife Scar performed with all his might, and only smiled slightly, saying: In this world, whoever leaves will live on just the same, you're no exception. After I leave, I'll hand over the gang to you. Also, remember my words, you must enjoy your second half of life well. When Tiger Brother comes back that day, you must leave here and never come back."

  "After finishing speaking, Jiang Dong patted his shoulder and turned around to walk out, disappearing into the night."

  "City Public Security Bureau, Ouyang Zhen looked at Xing Fei who had just returned and asked: How was it? Were there any clues at the scene?"

  "Jian Fei Dao: No, I only saw that bodyguard being blown to pieces, died a terrible death."

  "Ouyang Zhen held the tea-stained painting and said bitterly: Only half an hour is left, it seems that this person is also doomed to die. I don't know if he was killed by the murderer or me."

  Liu Li looked at Ouyang Zhen, who was somewhat worn out, and said: Director, don't blame yourself for this. It's not your fault. If they hadn't done so many bad things and offended people they shouldn't have, how would we be in this situation today?

  "Ouyang Zhen listened to his words and didn't say anything, he just let out a helpless sigh."

  Time passed bit by bit, Ouyang Zhen was bored and touched the painting with his hand, waiting for the arrival of time to collect the body.

  Suddenly, Ouyang Zhen's fingers felt that the painting seemed to be a bit off, and he picked it up to examine it carefully, but couldn't find anything. Then he used his hand to touch it again, and that feeling was transmitted through his fingertips into his brain.

  "Ouyang Zhen knew the secret was here, and he thought hard about what this was all about. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he picked up the teacup in front of Xing Fei, pouring the tea water onto the painting."

  Everyone was surprised at what the director was doing. Before anyone could ask, they saw a white spot appear where the tea had been poured.

  "Ouyang Zhen excitedly instructed a police officer to fetch a basin of water. Before long, the officer brought the water over and Ouyang Zhen held the painting by both sides with his hands, slowly swaying it into the water."

  Something astonishing happened, the entire sheet of paper was dyed black with ink, only a few words were revealed in the middle, Xijiao Machinery Factory.

  Everyone is thinking about the same question, what's going on, why putting the painting in water will reveal the words.

  Ouyang Zhen smiled wryly and glanced at his watch: It's late again, I didn't expect that after so many years as a police officer, this is still the first time a criminal has played me around in circles, and yet made me feel so powerless. This is also the first time I've felt defeated.

  "Xing Fei asked: Director, what's going on?"

  "Ouyang Zhendao: These characters are written with wax oil, because the wax oil is very smooth, the ink covers it, and once it comes into contact with water, the ink will retreat from the wax, while the areas without wax oil will be stained black by the ink. At this point, you can see the characters written with wax oil."

  Xing Fei looked at the painting for a moment and said: Genius is not scary, what's scary is a genius who is like a madman. Damn it, how did he come up with this?

  Xing Fei said to this, as if he had thought of something: the director murderer locked up the first two people in abandoned factories on both east and west sides, would he lock up the last one in the south or north?