Vengeful spirits? Let's get out of the dungeon first!

Chapter 53 Red Hair Clue

"Xiao Ye, why are you here all by yourself? Where's Xiao Jin?"

"I went out to buy more goods; we're running out of paper money to sell."

Wen Liang sat at the door, looking at the long queue on the side, and couldn't quite understand why people nowadays were so perverted, all coming to experience this kind of tragic story.

But this old man, who is thousands of years old, can only understand and respect it, after all, he liked the variety shows that these children had researched before.

Maybe I can try it sometime in the future.

"Brother Wen, why are you smoking cigarettes from the Great Hall of the People again? Didn't I ask Brother Qiao to take two cartons of good cigarettes back with him?"

"What?"

Wen Liang's hand trembled, and the cigarette ash fell directly onto his pants.

"What kind of good cigarettes are these? I've never heard Old Joe mention them!"

"Oh? Then I don't know."

It seems that Qiao Kun's secret practice of smoking cigarettes has been discovered.

Wen Liang had only a small portion of the cigarette left in his hand, and forgetting his thrifty nature, he stomped it out.

He was wondering why Qiao Kun had been bringing him food back these past two days; it turned out he had something to hide!

"Wait till we get back, I'll teach him a lesson!"

After saying that, he was about to get up, but the tea that had been poured for him was still warm.

Ma Ye hurriedly grabbed his messenger bag. Why was he leaving so soon after arriving? He couldn't have just come here to wander around!

"Master Wen, wait a minute, you haven't drunk your tea yet."

Didn't you just call me about something? What was it?

"Oh right, I forgot about the important matter."

Suppressing his resentment, Wen Liang took out a large photograph from his pocket; it showed just an ordinary couple.

Both of them had red hair, were standing on tiptoe, and were hugging each other's legs. Their faces resembled those of Hong Kong stars from the late 20th century, but their eyes and brows revealed a look of poverty.

"This photo was sent by a colleague from the south. They had already identified the big and small scourges last time, but perhaps due to their strong counter-surveillance capabilities, or perhaps because they simply couldn't make a living, they disappeared from that city right after this photo was taken."

The only thing that's certain right now is that these two kids have always maintained their red hair as their sole distinguishing feature; everything else is changing.

A colleague also said that both of them were big fans of luxury goods, and they didn't know how they bought them.

"Can't it just change on its own?"

"That's possible, but it would be too foolish to expend energy on this. We don't even have any faith to begin with, and relying on the meager offerings from heaven and earth is already exhausting enough."

When the photo was handed to Ma Ye, his attention was only on that head of red hair.

If this is the most obvious feature, then isn't there one in the murder mystery game shop behind him?

But surely Wen Liang wouldn't miss such an obvious oversight.

"Master Wen, if this kid stood in front of you, would you recognize him?"

"Well, that's hard to say."

The most prominent characteristic of wastefulness is the theft of wealth and happiness. If he doesn't actively show it, I can only sense that this person's fate is somewhat different.

"If only Old Joe were here, his nose is as sensitive as a dog's; he could smell that shabby, poor stench."

"Then could you please tell Mr. Qiao that a new red-haired employee has joined the murder mystery game shop behind us? Maybe it's him."

Wen Liang stared at the long queue outside the murder mystery game shop, a look of disbelief on his face.

This store is doing so well, how could there be any waste?

Could it be that this store is stealing Aokido's business?

"Xiao Ye, tell me the truth, do you dislike this murder mystery game shop?"

We can't use this as an excuse for personal gain. If you think there are too many of them, we won't rent to them. We can't get our hands dirty.

"What are you saying, Mr. Wen? I'm just saying, believe it or not."

Wen Liang glanced at the long queue in front of him one last time, but still didn't think about it that way.

Anyway, Qiao Kun comes over to visit whenever he has free time, so we can just have him check it out if necessary.

The paper mills in Jinchuan City are all located in the suburbs. Due to environmental concerns, there are no residential areas or bus stops nearby.

Under the scorching sun, Zhu Jin felt her forehead burning hot and her mouth dry.

The nearest bus stop was three kilometers away, and it took her more than half an hour to reach the paper mill.

"Is Factory Manager Qian here?"

The security guard at the entrance opened the window a crack, and the cool air from the air conditioner blew directly onto Zhu Jin's forehead, instantly making her feel much more comfortable.

"What do you need the factory manager for?"

"I contacted him this morning and we arranged for him to come and buy some goods. My surname is Zhu."

I glanced down at the notebook and found the character "朱" (Zhu) among the crooked handwriting.

"So it's Boss Zhu. I didn't dare ask him even though he's so young."

"Please wait a moment, I'll call the factory manager."

After saying that, the window was closed tightly again, and the last bit of cool breeze dissipated into the air.

Zhu Jin couldn't hear what the security guard was saying on the phone from outside the door; the soundproofing was so good that even the sound of her banging on the window didn't reach the room.

"Big brother, let me in first! It's so hot!"

The hair around my neck was soaked with sweat, and my lips would have cracked if I hadn't applied lip balm.

The security room door was still closed, and Zhu Jin didn't care much and reached out to grab the doorknob.

But with just a gentle pull, a cool breeze blew out of the room.

"I'm truly impressed!"

The security guard, who had just hung up the phone, turned around and saw Zhu Jin enter the room, covered in sweat, probably having walked there as well.

There happened to be bottled water provided by the factory manager in the small refrigerator under the table. He took out a bottle and placed it in front of Zhu Jin.

"It used to be a male boss coming over, right? He always just pushes the door open and walks in. Is it your parent?"

"It's my master. He's been gone for a long time and hasn't come back yet."

After unscrewing the bottle cap, Zhu Jin tilted her head back and drank more than half of the bottle. If she hadn't been unable to swallow it, she would have drunk the whole thing.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing an oversized vest pushed open the door and came in. The air conditioning was blowing and it was a bit cool.

He was just about to turn off the air conditioner when he saw hibiscus fanning itself.

Zhu Jin's sweat had subsided considerably, but she still felt very hot.

"You're Mr. Zhu's daughter?"

"That's my master. I was adopted by him."

Recalling Zhu Weisong, Director Qian immediately thought of the little girl he had mentioned.

"It must be Xiao Jin! I've heard your master mention you. Everything's ready. If I'd known it was you, I would have driven to pick you up."

"Director Qian, if the things are ready, please take me to see them. It's too hot outside, and the sooner I finish, the sooner I can go home."

"Let's go, the warehouse is right next door."

The paper mill's warehouse was very large, mostly filled with printing paper for office use, but there was also a small room that specialized in producing paper for sacrificial purposes, and even Xuan paper for pasting paper figures.

The outermost pile is the paper money that was prepared in advance. From the outside, it looks similar to what his master had put in before.

Zhu Jin opened the top few packages and took a look; there was indeed nothing wrong with them.

"Director Qian, do you have a car?"

"Yes, I'm always the one who helps your master transport it back."

"Okay, give me your payment QR code and I'll have my brother transfer the money to you."

As the sound of payment being credited echoed through the warehouse, a green pickup truck backed in from outside.

Bundles of paper money were loaded into the truck bed. Zhu Jin, seeing that everything was alright, sat in the passenger seat. But before she could even fasten her seatbelt, she heard Factory Manager Qian shout from behind:

"Xiao Jin, it seems you can't take the car back..."

"Huh? Why?!"

Seeing that there were still quite a few items left on the ground that had been loaded into the truck bed, Director Qian felt a little embarrassed.

"The factory's van has gone out to deliver goods, and these things may need to be put in the passenger seat. I'm sorry to trouble you to walk back first."

Don't worry, next time you call, I'll drive right over and deliver it. You can pay after it's checked!

As they walked out of the paper mill in the pickup truck, Zhu Jin felt as if the bottle of water she had just finished drinking was about to evaporate from her skin.

Fortunately, I borrowed a parasol, so I don't have to worry about getting even darker from the sun.

After walking for twenty minutes, Zhu Jin felt as if lava was erupting from the road in front of her, and her slippers were almost melting from the heat.

There are no supermarkets on the roadside, so there's nowhere to buy an ice cream.

The nearest shop turned out to be a lottery shop, but Zhu Jin couldn't care less; she just wanted to catch her breath.

"Boss, a lottery ticket, please!"