Kill the beasts in the courtyard, I fled to Hong Kong, surrounded by beauties on both sides.

After storing the grain, Chen Fei sat on the bed and began to think.

Yi Zhonghai's investigation shows that he has already focused his suspicions on himself.

Although there is no evidence yet, being watched by an eighth-grade worker and an old man in the courtyard is always troublesome.

We need to find a way to distract him.

How to transfer?

Chen Fei thought of Xu Damao.

Yesterday, Xu Damao jumped out to question him, and although he was rebuffed, this person is insidious and might cause trouble again.

If Yi Zhonghai were to suspect Xu Damao...

Chen Fei had an idea.

He concentrated his mind and used his thoughts to find Yi Zhonghai's house.

Yi Zhonghai had just returned and was sitting at his desk, staring blankly at the notebook. The notebook was open, displaying the page recording Chen Jianguo's death, along with the note Chen Fei had left.

Yi Zhonghai stared at the note, his brows furrowed.

With a thought, Chen Fei took out a piece of paper and a pen from his system space—still using his left hand—and wrote a line of words in a crooked and messy manner:

"Xu Damao knows the truth and intends to blackmail you. Be careful."

Then, he used his mind to put the note into Yi Zhonghai's notebook and tucked it into another page.

After doing all that, he felt a little dizzy. Using telekinesis continuously had taken a toll on his energy.

He lay down to rest and practiced breathing exercises to recover.

What would Yi Zhonghai think if he saw this note?

Did Xu Damao learn the truth about Chen Jianguo's death? And he still wants to blackmail him?

Given Yi Zhonghai's suspicious nature, he would definitely suspect Xu Damao.

At that time, Yi Zhonghai's attention will shift to Xu Damao.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Noon: Qin Huairu's breakdown

At noon, Chen Fei went to the kitchen to cook.

In the kitchen, Qin Huairu was reheating yesterday's leftovers—cabbage stew with glass noodles, which she had already reheated several times, and the soup had thickened.

As she heated herself up, she suddenly stopped and stared blankly at the fire in the stove.

The flames leaped and danced, reflecting on her face, flickering on and off.

When Chen Fei came in, she seemed not to hear him and was still in a daze.

"Sister Qin," Chen Fei called out.

Qin Huairu snapped out of her daze, turned to look at him, her eyes still vacant: "Oh, Xiao Chen."

Chen Fei nodded and started a fire to cook. He made cornmeal porridge, which was simple and quick.

The two of them did their own thing, and neither of them spoke.

Suddenly, Qin Huairu spoke, her voice very soft, as if talking to herself: "Bang Geng said yesterday that he wanted to eat my braised pork... I said I would make it for him when I got paid... Now... I can't make it..."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again, falling drop by drop into the pot.

Chen Fei didn't say anything, and kept stirring his own paste.

Qin Huairu cried for a while, wiped away her tears, and said, "Xiao Chen, do you think... Bang Geng really died unjustly?"

Chen Fei's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface: "Sister Qin, don't overthink it. The forensic doctor said it was an accidental drowning."

"But...but Banggeng is such a good swimmer..." Qin Huairu murmured, "And that note...'Thieves will die a horrible death'...Banggeng did steal things, but he's still young and doesn't understand..."

Chen Fei listened, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Not mature enough? Twelve years old, still a child? How could he be so mature when he pushed someone into the water?

But he didn't say it aloud; he just sighed and said, "Sister Qin, please accept my condolences. Life goes on."

"Life..." Qin Huairu smiled bitterly, "Without Banggeng, what's the point of life? Dongxu is gone, Banggeng is gone... leaving only us women..."

She couldn't continue, covered her face, and her shoulders trembled.

Chen Fei looked at her, feeling no sympathy, only indifference.

In the original owner's memories, Qin Huairu had also schemed against the Chen family quite a bit. After Chen's mother passed away, she came to "comfort" her immediately, but in reality, she was inquiring about how much wealth the Chen family still had. When Chen Xiaoyu got into trouble, she said "pitiful," but then turned around and discussed with Jia Zhangshi how to get the Chen family's house.

Crying now? Too late.

Chen Fei made the paste, poured it into a bowl, and turned to leave.

Back inside, he closed the door and began to eat.

The food was terrible, but he ate it very quickly.

After finishing his meal, he sat on the bed and began to think about his actions for the evening.

Tonight I'm going to scout out the black market in the west of the city. Everything must go perfectly.

Afternoon: Spatial growth and equipment preparation

In the afternoon, Chen Fei entered the planting space.

I haven't been here for over a day, and the crops in the space have grown much taller.

The wheat is already half a foot tall, lush and green, growing vigorously. The corn has also sprouted three or four leaves, broad and glossy green. The potatoes and cabbages are growing even faster; the potato leaves have covered the ground, and the cabbages have grown to the size of a fist.

At this rate, the wheat and corn will be heading in another week, and the potatoes and cabbage will be ready for harvest.

Chen Fei walked to the spring, drank a few mouthfuls of water, and felt refreshed.

He inspected the crops and found that they required no management—the ecosystem of the space was perfect, the crops grew naturally, and there were no pests.

What a treasure trove!

With this space, he no longer had to worry about food.

But food was only the basics. He needed more: money, ration coupons, weapons, medicine…

These can all be "taken" from those beasts.

Chen Fei exited the spatial dimension, returned to the house, and began preparing his equipment for the evening.

He took out the worn-out dark gray cotton-padded jacket, the old hat, and the black cloth face mask from the system space.

Then he took out the "dagger" he had carved from wood, coated it with soot from the bottom of a pot, making it look pitch black, just like a real knife.

He tried on the face mask, put on the hat, and looked at his reflection in the water tank—he couldn't recognize himself at all.

well.

He also prepared some small items: a thin rope, a few scraps of cloth, and a small packet of lime powder—which he "borrowed" from Yan Bugui's house. Yan Bugui used lime to paint the walls, and he took the leftover powder.

Lime powder can blind you in a critical moment, giving you time to escape.

After storing all these items in the system space, Chen Fei began planning his route.

The black market in the west of the city was located in a place called "Coffin Alley," an ominous name, and in a remote location. It was a melting pot of all sorts of people, selling everything from grains and meat to cloth, medicine, and even contraband.

The place where Jia Zhangshi bought opium paste was in a small courtyard at the deepest part of the alley. There was a sign that read "Zhang's Grocery Store" hanging at the door, but it was actually an illegal den.

Chen Fei had never been there, but the original owner of the body had relevant information in his memories—his father, Chen Jianguo, had once said that the place was "unclean" and that the original owner should stay away from it.

Now, he's going to scout out that "unclean" place.

He needed to know: how many entrances and exits the alley had, whether anyone patrolled at night, the structure of the courtyard, and whether there were any hiding places nearby...

I have to see all of these for myself tonight.

Evening: Xu Damao's Revenge

In the evening, something happened again in the yard.

Xu Damao somehow got hold of a dead rat, tied it with a rope, and hung it on the white banner in front of the Jia family's house.

The dead rat was rotting and emitting a foul stench. It hung from the white banner and swayed back and forth, looking particularly disgusting.

When Jia Zhangshi came out and saw this, she screamed and almost fainted again.

"Which damned bastard did this!" she cursed, "You despicable wretch! May you die a horrible death!"

Everyone in the yard came out and frowned when they saw the dead rat.

"Who did it?" Yi Zhonghai asked with a stern face.

No one spoke.

Xu Damao leaned against his door frame, a cigarette between his fingers, a gloating look on his face.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at him and understood about 70-80% of what was going on.

Xu Damao was criticized by Chen Fei yesterday and was the subject of much discussion. He was holding back his anger, and this was his way of getting revenge.

Whom is he taking revenge on? The Jia family? Or everyone?

Yi Zhonghai walked to the white banner, took the dead rat off, threw it into the trash can, and then said to Xu Damao, "Damao, come here."

Xu Damao reluctantly walked over: "Uncle, what's the matter?"