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"Found it, come with me."

Zhang Haiyang's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting their conversation.

Old Zhong hurriedly threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, then crushed it out with his toe before quickly catching up with Shen Qingzhou, who was already walking ahead.

Zhang Haiyang walked at the front, looking down at his phone, and said with a hint of smugness, "Although Zhou Minghan's phone is turned off, we can still locate his position..."

"Since you can monitor Zhou Minghan's phone, can't you also intercept the key that Lao Zhong sent him?" Shen Qingzhou suddenly asked.

Zhang Haiyang abruptly stopped and turned around to look at him, but what he met was Shen Qingzhou's calm and composed face, as if his question was just a casual remark.

However, the seriousness on Zhang Haiyang's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a slick smile: "Brother Shen, are you suspecting we're trying to embezzle that money and secretly transfer it away?"

Before Shen Qingzhou could respond, Lao Zhong's heart tightened, and he hurriedly tried to smooth things over, saying, "No, no, transferring money requires more than just a key; you also need an account and a login password."

It turns out the key was the payment password, not the login password.

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." Shen Qingzhou said to Zhang Haiyang.

Zhang Haiyang said with a smile, "Brother Shen, you're still young, so watch your words in the future."

Shen Qingzhou didn't reply, but took a drag of his cigarette and flicked the cigarette butt at the mottled, abandoned wall opposite.

Old Zhong's heart jumped into his throat, fearing that Zhang Haiyang would anger Shen Qingzhou, so he quickly interrupted, "Alright, Old Zhang, stop talking nonsense, finding someone is the priority."

Zhang Haiyang glanced at Lao Zhong, said nothing more, checked his phone's location, and strode forward.

The three remained silent for the rest of the journey, winding their way through the abandoned factory and residential area before finally stopping in front of an old residential building.

This is a typical Khrushchev-style building with a strong Soviet influence. It has only five floors in total, a symmetrical structure, and a facade that is so simple it is almost rigid. The square buildings look like they are made up of a series of tin boxes.

This was the most common dormitory building for workers in the Third Front factories back then, which was once full of factory workers, but now it is just a desolate wasteland.

The area in front of the building was littered with garbage, and waist-high weeds sprouted from the cracks in the cement. Many window frames had been removed and were now empty, revealing dark, gaping holes that conveyed an indescribable sense of decay.

"He's hiding right here," Zhang Haiyang said, putting away his phone.

No matter how precise the location is, it can only lock onto this step; the rest you have to find yourself.

"Let's split up," Old Zhong said, glancing at the buildings.

This building has two entrances, belonging to Unit 1 and Unit 2 respectively. Searching separately will be faster and will also prevent people from running away after hearing the noise.

"I'm going to Unit 1." Before Shen Qingzhou finished speaking, he had already stepped into the entrance of Unit 1 on the left.

He didn't immediately go up the stairs, but instead his gaze fell on the dust on the steps.

If Zhou Minghan really was hiding here, his footsteps would surely be visible on the steps when he came in and out.

Sure enough, a look revealed something.

A clear trail was swiped through the dust on the steps, leading upwards, clearly left by someone walking on them.

Without hesitation, Shen Qingzhou quickly followed the trail to the third floor, where the footprints ended precisely at the top of the stairs.

The answer is obvious: Zhou Minghan is hiding on the third floor.

Shen Qingzhou didn't think any further and stepped into the dimly lit stairwell.

There were no lights in the hallway, only a faint light coming in from the open windows on both sides. He looked into each room through the windows.

Finally, he stopped outside the window of room 304.

Through the broken window, a person could be clearly seen lying on the concrete floor of the living room.

Without even pushing the door open, Shen Qingzhou was already certain that the person was dead.

He could smell blood and a faint stench of decay in his nostrils—a smell he was all too familiar with.

Shen Qingzhou didn't go in immediately, but instead called out, "Old Zhong, over here."

The building is said to have two units, but the outer corridor is only separated by a thin cement wall. You can easily climb over it by stepping on the parapet.

"Did you find him?" Old Zhong's delighted voice rang out from downstairs next door.

"Yes, you'll find out when you get here," Shen Qingzhou said.

Old Zhong and Zhang Haiyang arrived quickly and, seeing Shen Qingzhou standing alone at the door of 304, they had a very bad feeling.

"Where is he?" Lao Zhong asked.

"There it is." Shen Qingzhou gestured with his eyes.

Old Zhong and Zhang Haiyang then looked inside the house and saw a person lying on the floor.

Zhang Haiyang and Lao Zhong were both shrewd people. Instead of immediately pushing the door open and going in, they stood at the window and looked inside. The room was dimly lit, so they couldn't see very clearly from the window.

"What's wrong with him?" Lao Zhong asked.

"He's dead," Shen Qingzhou said.

"How do you know?" Zhang Haiyang questioned. "He might just be injured."

"Then go in and take a look," Shen Qingzhou said with a light laugh.

"Alright, stop arguing, Lao Zhang, let's call the police. You should know someone there, right?"

Since Shen Qingzhou said the person is dead, then they must be dead.

They came to Zhou Minghan simply to collect a debt, which was perfectly legal. Now that someone has died, they definitely need to notify the police, and they don't want to get themselves into trouble.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haiyang took his phone and went to the side to make a call. People in their line of work all have some connection with the police.

Seeing him go to the side to make a phone call, Old Zhong finally spoke up and asked, "Did you figure anything out?"

His face was a little grim. The money hadn't been received and the person had died. Shen Qingzhou had been busy with this matter for half a year, and he definitely had to give him an explanation.

If it were an ordinary person, he would simply deny the debt, since the responsibility wasn't entirely on him. But he really wouldn't dare to deny Shen Qingzhou's debt.

Shen Qingzhou didn't answer the question, but instead said, "Give me Zhou Minghan's address."

"Okay, I'll send it to you in a bit," Old Zhong hurriedly said.

But Lao Zhong already knew the answer: Zhou Minghan's soul was not here.

Because someone had died, the police arrived exceptionally quickly, and Shen Qingzhou and the other two were also called to the police station to give statements.

Then Shen Qingzhou saw Chang Shengli again.

"You've caused me such a big mess in just one day?" Chang Shengli slammed the file folder on the table.

"Hey, Uncle Chang, you can't just say things like that. This has nothing to do with me."

"At the station, you should call me Officer Chang."

"Okay, Officer Chang." Shen Qingzhou was very sensible and immediately spoke up.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?" Chang Shengli sat down opposite him.

This couldn't be kept secret any longer, so Shen Qingzhou recounted what had happened.

"Hey kid, where have you been all this time? Turns out you've been busy with this. But you've got one thing wrong."

"What?"

"The body you found today is not Zhou Minghan," Chang Shengli said.

"What?" Shen Qingzhou was very surprised. "Then who is he?"

"I'm from Guangzhou, and I work as a debt collector," Chang Shengli said.

"Debt collection?" Shen Qingzhou seemed to have thought of something.