Urban God-level Youth

Kang Youyi was stunned when he saw the property contract, "Hao, how can this be in my name? I didn't do anything for it, I can't take it."

Qin Hao said, "Just take it, it's yours anyway."

Kang Youyi shook his head, unable to fathom why he would get a property contract worth six to seven hundred thousand for nothing.

Although he was somewhat tempted, there were some things he couldn't accept.

Li Bao spoke up, "How about this? Fatty signs here, and you give this old house to Hao."

The new billiards hall Kang Youyi had opened, although smaller than this one, was in a prime location and could easily sell for five hundred thousand.

While this house could at most sell for five hundred thousand, and even that would be difficult.

Qin Hao knew that if he didn't agree, Fatty wouldn't sign, so he nodded slightly, "Let's do it that way, Fatty."

Only then did Fatty reluctantly agree to sign.

When Fatty left to get busy, only Qin Hao and Li Bao remained in the office.

Qin Hao asked Li Bao, "How much do you know about Wang Kun?"

Li Bao replied, "I don't know much about him, because he was always locked up. He's only been released recently. However, I've heard he's responsible for several deaths, but the police have never found any evidence."

"Hmm, be careful these next few days. It's very likely that Wang Kun will seek revenge on you or me," Qin Hao cautioned him.

Li Bao nodded, "Alright, Hao."

Qin Hao added, "You should also start preparing to change your ways sooner rather than later, so you don't get in any deeper."

Li Bao left, and watching his departing figure, Qin Hao sighed.

After Li Bao left, Qin Hao used his phone to look up a missing person case from five years ago on the internet.

For something like this, there should be reports in the newspapers and online.

Half an hour later, he finally found a report on Liu Man Yue.

One summer night five years ago, Liu Man Yue, a senior student at Changle High School, disappeared on her way home from evening class.

To this day, there has been no news, her family has already reported it to the police, but she has yet to be found.

There was also a photo of Liu Man Yue in the report, a very beautiful girl, almost as pretty as Xia Qing or Du Wanrou.

What a pity that she is now gone too soon.

If the system said she was dead, then she must be dead, and her body was in an abandoned factory in Jianghua Suburb.

Around four in the afternoon, Qin Hao left the roast duck restaurant and took a taxi to Jianghua District of Jiangshan City.

He got off at a random spot, walked a distance making sure there were no cameras around, and then approached a public telephone. He picked up the receiver and dialed the emergency number.

The call connected quickly, "Hello, this is the police command center, how can I assist you?"

Qin Hao lowered his voice and said, "In an abandoned factory in Jianghua Suburb, there is the body of Liu Man Yue, who disappeared five years ago."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Inside Jiangshan City Police Station, a female probationary officer frowned upon hearing the dial tone.

Annoyed, she put down the phone, "He said one sentence and hung up, even disguising his voice. Could this be another prank by some people?"

"What happened?" asked a curious senior dispatch officer nearby.

The probationary officer replied, "Someone called saying that Liu something Yue, who disappeared five years ago, is in an abandoned factory in Jianghua Suburb.

Not to mention whether that person is actually missing, even if they are, how would he know something the police don't?"

The senior dispatch officer momentarily looked startled, then quickly asked, "Was it Liu Man Yue?"

"Yes, that's the name. How did you know, Wang?"

Wang Hai: "It was me who answered the emergency call from Liu Man Yue's family back then."

"Could there really be a person by that name who went missing?"

"I'll go inform the captain."

Ten minutes later, there were several people standing around the female dispatcher.

At that moment, Qin Hao's earlier words were being played repeatedly beside them: "Inside the abandoned factory at Jianghua Suburb, there is the body of Liu Man Yue, who went missing five years ago."

...

The deputy captain of the criminal police asked, "Call back the number and see who the other party is."

The female trainee dispatcher quickly dialed back, but no one answered.

"Check that number," said the deputy captain of the criminal police, his face unreadable.

The female trainee dispatcher was already sweating, but she didn't stop her operations, and soon the phone was traced.

She spoke up, "The call was made from a public phone booth in Jianghua District, with no cameras nearby."

"Check for me, how many abandoned factories there are in Jianghua Suburb, no, how many there were five years ago in Jianghua Suburb," Tie Gaoming, the deputy captain of the criminal police, said to the people behind him.

Immediately, two detectives walked out, while he stood there, listening to Qin Hao's words, deep in thought.

Three minutes later.

The two detectives strode back in: "Captain, there are currently four abandoned factories in Jianghua Suburb, but five years ago, there was only one."

"Gather a team and follow me there to have a look," Tie Gaoming turned and walked out.

...

By this time, Qin Hao had already returned to the roast duck restaurant, which was doing better and better business now.

He didn't know if the police would respond to the call, nor did he know if they would be able to find Liu Man Yue's body.

If they didn't find Liu Manyu's body, then his task wouldn't be considered successful.

Even if they found Liu Manyu's body, but didn't catch the real culprit, Wang Kun, his task would still not be considered a success.

But he didn't have other methods, since even the police couldn't uncover any evidence.

He didn't think he could be more capable than the well-equipped police.

Whether justice could be served for Liu Man Yue was now in the hands of fate.

Around six in the evening.

Qin Hao got home, where his father was watching TV. On the screen, there was a news reporter standing in an abandoned factory, with police tape in the background and police officers walking back and forth.

She began, "Today, the Jiangshan City Police Department's criminal investigation team discovered the body of a woman inside an abandoned factory in Jianghua District. As for the specific identity of the woman, the authorities have not yet confirmed, but they have revealed that the victim was a young female."

Qin Hao was momentarily stunned. He felt some surprise at the efficiency of the police—it had been less than two hours, right?

"Xiao Hao, are your exam results coming out soon?" Mr. Qin asked from the sofa.

Qin Hao took a seat on the couch, his gaze on the TV: "Another week to go, Dad."

"Oh, do you think you have a good chance of getting into a second-tier college?" Mr. Qin couldn't help but ask again.

It was mainly because at the factory, his co-workers were always boasting to him about their daughters, hoping to get into a first-tier college, but being sure about a second-tier was not a problem at all.

Qin Hao's past performance had not been promising, so much so that even Li Shujie felt embarrassed to mention their son's grades at the factory.

"Getting into a second-tier college is definitely no problem."

Qin Youguo said with a smile, "That's good, then. Tomorrow when I get to the factory I also need to boast a bit to old Liu, always talking about how well his daughter's doing, but my son is not any worse."