What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The middle-aged boss had a mournful face and his voice was trembling with sobs.

"We usually communicate through a single line. The big boss never shows up. Whenever there is a mission, he calls through an anonymous phone card."

We...we only know that he wields considerable power in Jiangcheng, with connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and that he employs a group of extremely skilled thugs!

Upon hearing this, I didn't speak immediately, but instead closed my eyes and felt it for a moment.

After confirming that he wasn't lying, I frowned.

Judging from their appearance, these two are just low-level operatives who don't have access to any core secrets.

However, this also confirms my previous guess.

Behind this case of a body sinking in a reservoir, a large and mysterious force was indeed hidden.

"Fine, if you don't know, then forget it."

I nodded, not dwelling on the issue, but instead posed the question that concerned me most.

"One last question."

I looked him in the eyes and continued.

"You just said that someone saved Zhang Zhi's life ten years ago."

Tell me, what exactly happened to Zhang Zhi ten years ago?

And who protected him?

Upon hearing this question, the middle-aged boss's body jolted, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

I didn't say anything, I just looked at him quietly.

The mirage dragon silk wrapped around him tightened slightly again, following my thoughts.

Feeling the cold touch of the silk thread, the middle-aged boss completely broke down.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

He shouted loudly, fearing that I would activate that terrible hallucinogenic poison again.

Ten years ago, Zhang Zhi was not yet a mortician at the funeral home.

He... he was a tomb raider at the time.

He followed a group of people down into a very dangerous ancient tomb…

"At that time, all of them died inside, and only Zhang Zhi escaped alive."

However, his employer at the time... who was also my boss, suspected that Zhang Zhi had stolen something he wanted.

The middle-aged boss swallowed hard and continued:

"The boss was furious and ordered me to take men to arrest Zhang Zhi, intending to set him on fire and force him to hand over the goods."

"Just then... someone stepped forward."

At this point, a clear hint of fear flashed in the middle-aged boss's eyes:

"I don't know that person's exact identity, nor do I know what he and the big boss talked about in private."

All I know is that the person went directly to the big boss.

Moreover, the big boss seems to be very wary of that person.

"After that incident, the big boss immediately called me and told me to release Zhang Zhi right away."

Moreover, the boss gave a strict order that from then on, no one in the underworld was allowed to cause trouble for Zhang Zhi.

Just pretend this person never existed.

Upon hearing this, I raised an eyebrow slightly.

What kind of mysterious person could make such a ruthless and powerful underground leader feel "very wary" and even swallow his anger?

How could Lao Zhang, an ordinary tomb raider, know such a big shot, and even have the other party step in to save his life?

"who's that person?"

I stared into the middle-aged boss's eyes and pressed him for an answer.

The middle-aged boss looked miserable and shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

"Sir, I really don't know!"

At the time, I was just a low-level manager responsible for running errands. I didn't even have the right to get close to those big shots.

All I know is that the big boss is terrified of him; I really know nothing else!

If I've told even half a lie, you can kill me right now!

I watched him quietly, a cool sensation flowing between my brows, keenly sensing his heartbeat and changes in his vital energy.

He did not lie.

When a person is in a state of extreme fear and high pressure, if they try to fabricate lies, their Qi (vital energy) will inevitably become disordered.

But at this moment, he showed no sign of hiding anything other than fear.

It seems that we really can't get any more valuable core secrets out of these two henchmen.

I sat on the carved wooden chair, quickly going through all the clues I had just obtained in my mind.

Ma Jianguo, the victim in the reservoir sinking case, was one of this "big boss's" men.

He attempted to flee after embezzling a bronze "military tally" engraved with a beast's head, but was intercepted and killed by the evil cultivator wielding a short club wielding a ferocious beast.

Old Zhang, ten years ago, was a tomb raider, employed by this big boss to raid tombs.

After surviving, he was suspected of embezzling the items.

Finally, he was protected by a mysterious bigwig and worked as an embalmer in a funeral home for ten years under an assumed name.

Now, Ma Jianguo is dead, and the military tally has disappeared.

The boss and his gang suspected that Lao Zhang had taken the military tally while sewing up the corpse.

They even felt that Lao Zhang had been at odds with them for ten years, which was why they ransacked Lao Zhang's house in broad daylight.

The water is getting deeper and deeper.

I originally thought this was just an ordinary case of murder by evil cultivators, but I never expected it to involve a grudge from ten years ago and a huge force hidden underground in Jiangcheng.

Now that things have developed to this point, it's obviously unrealistic for me to search for that "big boss" and "military token" by myself, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, the efficiency is too low.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

When it comes to intelligence networks, interrogation methods, and investigations into the underground forces in Jiangcheng, the Bureau of Folklore is definitely more professional than me.

Handing these two prisoners over to them and following the clues will be far more effective than me torturing them here.

With that thought in mind, I abandoned my intention to press the matter further.

I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Lu Yan's number directly.

The phone was answered after two rings, and Lu Yan's voice came through the receiver: "Chen Yang? Something's up?"

"Hmm, I've gained some insights."

I said into the phone.

"Lu Yan, I've arrested two people who are connected to yesterday's reservoir drowning case."

They were accomplices of the deceased Ma Jianguo, belonging to a local underground force in Jiangcheng, backed by a mysterious "big boss."

"Ma Jianguo's accomplice?" Lu Yan's voice immediately turned serious. "Where are you now?"

"In the west of the city, on the antique street, there is an antique shop called Jiyaxuan."

I gave the address, and then added it.

"These two men knew some clues about the motive for the body dumping case, and it also involved a bronze plaque that they called a 'military tally'."

However, they were of too low a rank to know many core secrets.

Send someone over to take over. Hopefully, the bureau can follow the trail and find out some details about that big boss.

"Alright, you stay here and keep them under control. I'll have Fang He lead a team over there immediately. They should be there within twenty minutes."

Lu Yan is always decisive and efficient; without any unnecessary words, she hung up the phone directly.