My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Zhang Hao grew increasingly agitated: "I have indeed encountered setbacks recently, but I can assure you that I would never do such a thing. Given my status and position, do you think it would be necessary for me to do so?"

Yama (the King of Hell) maintained his previous answer: "Under normal circumstances, it is indeed unnecessary, but the situation is special now."

The other party's unyielding and suspicious attitude is infuriating.

If it weren't for the purpose of clearing the suspicion, he would really want to beat up the King of Hell.

“I’ve been staying at home the whole time and have absolutely never done anything like that. Besides, I only learned about this race car driver’s incident from my friend Lao Zhang, who even asked me to investigate. It was because I discovered something unusual during the investigation that I came to the underworld to look up this race car driver’s life story!”

Zhang Hao explained indifferently, and if the other party still didn't believe him, he wouldn't bother to say anything more.

King Yama dared not offend this powerful figure too much. After pondering for a moment with a solemn expression, he offered a suggestion that would benefit both parties.

"Alright, I'm willing to believe you personally, but my duty requires me to face the evidence. I'll give you a month; you must find out who's behind these events and prove your innocence within that time. Do you have any objections?"

Zhang Hao let out a cold laugh.

Is this what you call having no objections?
That damned old fox is clearly using him to investigate this matter. The underworld probably can't find any clues, so they've turned their attention to him.

"You make it sound like you're the one who's been wronged? I'm the one who's been wronged! I'm in a terrible mood right now because I've been suspected for no reason, and you even dared to play the 'praise first, criticize later' trick on me!"

Even when Yama's tricks were exposed, he wasn't ashamed.

It's perfectly normal to use a few tricks when dealing with powerful figures.

In reality, Yama's suspicions about Zhang Hao were not completely eliminated, but since the other party said so, there was nothing he could do. He might as well take a step back and let Zhang Hao investigate and prove his innocence himself, and find out the truth in the process.

The King of Hell solemnly entrusted him with this task: "I'm entrusting this matter to you. Please make sure you handle it well. Otherwise, the underworld will truly detain you, even if you have a special status and great power."

This matter has far-reaching implications, and Zhang Hao didn't need to care about the threat from Yama—if a real fight broke out, the underworld would be no match for him.

But this matter concerns his reputation, so it's not a question of whether it's a threat or not.

Based solely on the fact that the other party dared to exploit and slander him, Zhang Hao was determined to investigate the matter thoroughly.

"No problem, I will find out within the specified time."

A month is more than enough time.

Zhang Hao asked Yan Wang with a cold face, "During your investigation, did you discover any noteworthy details? Did you find any particularly useful clues?"

The King of Hell led him to the archives and handed him all the relevant information about the case.

"The details and suspicious points from the investigation process are all recorded here."

Zhang Hao took the document and flipped through it. It contained information on all the recent victims, as well as the common characteristic after their deaths—their souls were scattered!
In addition, traces of Yin-Yang energy, identical to those of Zhang Hao, remain.

After careful recollection, Zhang Hao recalled a similar situation he had encountered in the West.

He was falsely accused of stealing valuable jewelry. Surveillance footage showed a person who looked exactly like him, whose fingerprints matched, and whose DNA was also a perfect match in the on-site tests.

All the evidence points to Zhang Hao committing the theft.

But in reality, the thief was not him, but rather a carefully orchestrated scheme by someone behind the scenes.

The person who looks exactly like him.
It seems this was indeed the work of the Faceless Man.

The methods were exactly the same, and even the ways of committing the crimes were extremely similar.

The truth must be found out as soon as possible.

Zhang Hao returned to the human world with the information. Upon learning of his return, Old Zhang immediately paid him a visit.

"How's it going? Have you found any relevant information?" Old Zhang asked anxiously.

If no useful clues are found, the case will truly reach an investigative deadlock. As a qualified worker in the relevant department, he is determined to uncover the truth and bring justice to the deceased.

“We found it, but you can’t handle this type of case.”

Old Zhang immediately understood upon hearing this.

"Is it demons and monsters causing trouble again?"

Zhang Hao handed him the documents. Old Zhang took them and carefully read through them, becoming increasingly angry with each page.

So many people! And they all died under mysterious circumstances! More importantly, even using technological means to investigate, no evidence of murder can be found.

This mastermind is truly despicable!

Old Zhang was trembling with anger as he handed the documents back: "Do you have a way to bring this villain to justice?"

Zhang Hao smiled slightly: "What I need to do now is to catch this person and make him receive the punishment he deserves!"

No, it should be that face! It's not human!
Since they have transcended the cycle of reincarnation, they can no longer be considered human.

Old Zhang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "Catch this evil spirit as soon as possible, and don't let him harm more innocent people. If you need any help, just ask. As long as it's within my power, I won't refuse."

Old Zhang said he also wanted to do his part.

Zhang Hao appreciated the sentiment, but in reality, the help that Lao Zhang could provide was quite limited.

After Lao Zhang left, Zhang Hao contacted Fuli.

Frizz is inspecting the various territories under her jurisdiction to prevent the Faceless Men from causing trouble in her area.

Upon receiving the call, Freya answered with a serious tone: "Are you contacting me at this time because you need help? Just to clarify, I have no information about the Faceless Men. Things have been peaceful in the West lately, with no unusual events reported."

Zhang Hao wanted to confirm whether the West was safe and sound: "I understand. I just want to make sure that nothing happened in the West. If everything is alright, it proves that the Faceless Man did indeed come to the East."

Zhang Hao instructed her to be extra careful recently, pay attention to any unusual movements in Western elite circles, find out who the Faceless Men's henchmen are, and deal with them promptly if they are discovered.

After all, to deal with the Faceless Man, we must consider eliminating his influence in the real world.

Those powerful and influential people are the henchmen of the Faceless Man.

When Xiao Jinli and the others learned that Zhang Hao was going to investigate the Faceless One, they all offered to help and hoped to participate in the investigation.

Zhang Hao instructed them to continue handling their respective cases, making it clear that he would act alone this time.

The streets were deserted late at night. A slightly tipsy young man walked along, holding a beer can and tilting his head back to gulp it down.

He walked unsteadily, his mind hazy with intoxication.

As a young person who has failed the civil service exam yet again, the pressure is immense. Back home, I face my family's nagging urging me to continue preparing for the exam.

If he could, he would rather sleep on the streets than go back home; those acts of concern disguised as "for your own good" were truly suffocating.

"God, why do I have to suffer like this? Why do I have to take the civil service exam? Can't I just do what I like?"

The young man couldn't help but shed tears.

The streets of this remote little county town are deserted by 10 p.m.

He sat down on the bench, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, panting heavily: "Isn't there any way to finally free me?"

"If I could avoid exams, civil service exams, and studying, I would pay any price!"

Muttering to himself, the young man was overcome with grief and wept bitterly. (End of Chapter)