Chen Zheng and his wife were taken to the police interrogation room together with Chen Luoluo. The information about the case reached Yan Ziluo's superior, Interpol. It was obvious that Yan Ziluo, as an experienced person, should not have neglected this. The superior immediately judged her
He was also suspected of harboring the crime and was ordered to be temporarily suspended for review.
Yan Ziluo followed the police to Chen's house and never returned to the police station. When the Binhai City Police Department accepted Interpol's instructions and decided to inform Yan Ziluo, she could no longer be found.
"Zuo Linfan, where are you?" Yan Ziluo jumped out of the window of Chen Zheng's room, took a taxi and drove towards the Mohai Club. There was no need to think about which public phone to use now.
"You wait for me, I will give you good news soon." Zuo Linfan simply replied, turned off the phone, and drove to the meeting place Wu Jiahao told him.
When Wu Jiahao learned that the painting had been obtained, he did not ask Zuo Linfan to return to the Mohai Club. Instead, he told him another location, the seaside of Binhai Park.
Zuo Linfan arrived first and parked the car at the beach without getting out of the car. Looking through the car window at the surging tide not far away, Yu Mengqi had become one with the sea.
"Where are the paintings?" Wu Jiahao came over, got out of the car and walked to Zuo Linfan, leaned down and looked in through the car window.
"Brother Hao really kept his word and came here in person." Zuo Linfan opened the car door and let Wu Jiahao get in the car.
"I want the painting I dreamed of, and you want to escape. For such an important transaction, even if you don't ask for it, I will definitely come in person." Wu Jiahao sat in the passenger seat and said, "The police have tightly controlled Binhai City. As long as it's you,
I won’t let go of this face, and it’s no longer time to just rely on forged documents to delay time.”
"Do I need plastic surgery? I can't bear to part with this handsome face." Zuo Linfan touched his face and joked.
"Let's go, I will take you to a place where the police will never find it." Wu Jiahao said, "After you are sure that you are safe for the time being, give the painting to me first."
Paintings are fragile items, and Wu Jiahao knew that he could not force Zuo Linfan to hand them over immediately.
"Is there such a place in Binhai City?" Zuo Linfan was a little skeptical.
"Yes, all my secrets are hidden there." Wu Jiahao said, "So you should know how much I value you, right?"
Yes, he attaches great importance to it, and even allows his life to be kept in his secret. Zuo Linfan thought to himself, he also believes that Wu Jiahao has such a place and will hide the important things he needs.
Those things are evidence of Wu Jiahao's crimes that have not been discovered.
"Lead the way." Zuo Linfan said.
Wu Jiahao stretched his hand out of the car window and waved to the people behind him. Soon someone drove ahead, followed by Wu Jiahao and Zuo Linfan.
"Did Chen Luoluo help you find the painting?" Wu Jiahao asked halfway.
"Hmm." Zuo Linfan didn't seem to want to say anything more about relying on women.
Although the painting was obtained through Yan Ziluo, it also captured Yan Ziluo's mentality of easily compromising for Luo Luo. Although he was unwilling to use Luo Luo, if you look closely, he was indirectly using her.
Wu Jiahao smiled and lit a cigar, "There is nothing wrong with taking advantage of a woman's feelings. Our ultimate goal is the most important. Facts have proved that the right woman is indeed a handy tool."
Wu Jiahao stayed at his subjective judgment and firmly believed in his opinion.
The car passed through the small road and drove to the suburbs of Binhai City.
"I am very familiar with this route. There is no camera equipment." Wu Jiahao said that this is a safe route he obtained after close observation.
Zuo Linfan knew that he had turned off his mobile phone and lost signal tracking. If he passed this road again, the police would not be able to find him for a while.
"Cemetery?" When they arrived at the location, Zuo Linfan asked doubtfully as he looked at the scene in front of him.
"Yes, only the place where the dead will be left undisturbed." Wu Jiahao got out of the car first.
Zuo Linfan took the painting, got out of the car and followed Wu Jiahao.
After Wu Jiahao's followers got off Zuo Linfan's car, they drove away both his and Wu Jiahao's cars. Only Zuo Linfan and Wu Jiahao were left in the cemetery, as if they were ordinary people paying homage.
Wu Jiahao walked behind a tombstone, looked around, and gently knocked on the bottom of the tombstone. A gap was opened in the stone behind the tombstone, allowing two people to step in one after another.
The stone closed quickly, but there were many fluorescent lamps burning inside, which illuminated it very brightly.
Climbing down the stairs, Zuo Linfan saw that a large underground space had been built under the entire cemetery, divided into several neat small rooms. If he didn't know better, he wouldn't think that this was just a basement, just like a basement.
The apartments in Mohai Club are almost the same. This shows the scale of Wu Jiahao's project.
"This cemetery was originally run by Mo Hai. I took the opportunity to renovate the cemetery and secretly built this underground villa." Wu Jiahao explained, "When I am tired from work, I will come here to take a rest. To me, it is like being in the world.
It’s as peaceful as outside.”
"Brother Hao's hobby is indeed unusual. He actually likes to live in cemeteries." Zuo Linfan looked around and said.
"I just said that only places where dead people will not be disturbed, wouldn't this be a very good hiding place?" Wu Jiahao disagreed and took Zuo Linfan into one of the rooms, which looked like a living room and had drinks prepared.
and so on.
"Hello, Brother Hao!" Tom was already working here and heard the voice coming out of the next room.
"This is Tom who made the certificate for you." Wu Jiahao introduced.
Tom had no reason to be unfamiliar with Zuo Linfan.
Zuo Linfan and Tom nodded to each other.
"Can you draw for me now?" Wu Jiahao poured a glass of wine for Zuo Linfan and glanced at the roll-shaped thing in Zuo Linfan's hand.
"Okay." Zuo Linfan handed the painting to Wu Jiahao.
Wu Jiahao opened the painting, took a look and handed it to Tom.
Tom got to another room and came out after a while, nodding to Wu Jiahao, "Yes, it's the real thing."
Wu Jiahao smiled reassuringly, took the painting, and began to appreciate it again.
Zuo Linfan took the wine glass and walked around the super basement, "I won't live in this tomb of the living dead for the rest of my life, right?"
"Of course not." Tom shrugged towards Zuo Linfan.
"Come with me." Wu Jiahao put away the painting and put it in the closet. For him, as long as it was in this basement, it would be safe no matter where it was. There was no need to bother hiding it somewhere.
Zuo Linfan followed Wu Jiahao into another door.
As soon as he walked into the door, Zuo Linfan was shocked.
The walls of this room are hung with photos of various women. These women are not beautiful, but show different states of death. It is obvious that they were all taken at the moment of death.
Zuo Linfan's eyes finally fell on Yu Mengqi's picture.