Star Trace Gate

In the lobby on the second floor, after Ren Ye and Yin Hu finished their meal, they went to the first floor together.

Everyone had given this floor a rough check in the morning, but found no clues. All the doors were locked. There were only a few dusty corridors that looked eerie and dark.

After the two arrived at the first floor, they walked into the abandoned corridor on the north side and found a relatively quiet place to communicate.

In the dark, Ren Ye looked at Yin Hu and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to discuss?"

Brother Tiger, with his two large white-haired hands behind his back, looked like a tiger and pondered for a moment, looking somewhat wise: "I think the clues you and I have should be on the same line, so we can share them, what do you think?"

"How do you know that our clues are on the same line?" Ren Ye asked curiously.

Brother Hu said simply, "You asked me about the leftovers and the garbage bag this morning. So, what you got were environmental clues. And who are the environmental clues related to? It must be related to the prisoner, and the stick I got is also related to the prisoner, so you and I should be on the same path."

What he said was very logical and well-reasoned, which made Ren sigh that Brother Hu's IQ was quite high and one should not be fooled by his meticulous little suit and silly appearance.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I agree to communicate." Ren nodded.

"I can ask you to come, that means I think highly of you; you can come with me, that means you think highly of me." Yinhu looked at Ren Ye with cold eyes: "We have an agreement in advance, if you can't say it, then just say it can't be said, it doesn't matter. But don't play dirty, because I have a bad temper."

"I can feel that." Ren also understood what the other party meant in an instant: "Be honest with me."

"Yeah." Yin Hu's eyes softened instantly, and he said softly, "I checked the moving stick. It was bought by a man named Song Mingzhe."

Ren Ye thought about it and said bluntly: "The person I found is also called Song Mingzhe."

"Very good." Yin Hu nodded slightly: "The clue I found is that Song Mingzhe may have killed many people, and his methods were strange."

Ren Ye's eyes gradually became wise, and he couldn't help asking: "How weird can it be?! Killing people is related to a moving stick?! Some kind of fetish?"

Yin Hu was stunned when he heard this: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. It has nothing to do with the stick. The man was not stabbed to death by him. This stick... should just be his hobby."

"Huh?! How amateurish?"

"I just met the right person and stabbed him. Why do you have to ask that?" Yin Hu rolled his eyes: "He must have other purposes for killing people. It has nothing to do with his hobbies."

Ren Ye thought about it and tentatively judged: "Oh, so. He imprisoned others for other purposes, and there might be some beautiful women among them, so he took advantage of it...!"

"Yes, that should be the case." Yinhu agreed.

"How did he kill so many people? How did you find out?" Ren Ye asked.

Yinhu looked at him, his whiskers trembling slightly, and he revealed a mysterious smile.

Ren also understood immediately: "Song Mingzhe buys eight boxes of fast food every day, rain or shine."

"I see." Brother Hu thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense. He goes to the two surnames' store every day to buy some sacrificial tools for killing people. They are all commonly used by Yin-Yang Taoists, and the quantity is only for one person."

"Going to a store with different surnames to buy magic weapons? This is fucking irrelevant." Ren was a little confused for a moment.

"That store sells sticks on the surface, but secretly it's a small black market for banned magic weapons." Brother Hu explained softly, "For example, the commonly used magic weapons of the Yin-Yang Taoist school are all tainted with ominous and strange things. Before the law enforcement team occupied this place, the Justice Organization would not allow these things to be circulated openly."

"Oh."

Ren nodded immediately: "So buying sticks is just a side trip?!"

"Yes, you don't need to worry about the stick at all. It's just a clue, and the point it points directly to is this small black market." Yin Hu nodded.

Ren Ye blinked and said frankly again: "I have a frontal image of Song Mingzhe. I can see his face clearly and I can show it to you."

Yinhu's eyes lit up: "That's great."

"Not now. I'll check it tomorrow and then I can give it to you." Ren Ye said straightforwardly.

"Well, you should be the first person to get the direct image, which is indeed very important." Yin Hu weighed the pros and cons: "It is reasonable to show it to me one day later."

At this point, both of them fell silent, as if they were thinking seriously, but in fact, they didn't have many clues to exchange.

Ren Ye also had another clue, which was that Song Mingzhe was finally executed by the law enforcement team, and he had served in a special department of the justice organization before his death. But this clue was his most important information at the moment, so he couldn't just tell Yin Hu stupidly.

Similarly, Yinhu did not reveal all the information at once, and he also left out some core clues.

The two were silent for a long time, and Yin Hu said: "It seems that we must be on the same line. If we investigate thoroughly, we may have to cooperate and join forces."

"No problem." Ren nodded, "Let's check first. If we need to merge the lines, we can work together."

"Well, that's it, let's go back." Yinhu responded.

"Oh, right." Ren Ye looked at his tall back and said kindly, "Be careful when you investigate Song Mingzhe. He may be a sensitive word in the law enforcement team."

Brother Hu was slightly stunned: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I've known each other since I saw you." Ren Ye asked casually, "Hey, have you been planning to buy a house recently...?"

"Huh?" Yin Hu was stunned: "Buy a house?"

"I have a great project on my hands...!"

Ren also began to make an effort, laying the groundwork for business while walking upstairs with him.

……

In the lobby on the second floor, Fat Tan and the others had finished their meal and were chatting in low voices in groups of three or four. Only Xiao Yuan was sitting alone on a chair, looking very lonely.

He had just cleaned up the leftovers and tidied up the table. He was very enthusiastic, but still no one paid any attention to him. They were still isolated as if by collective acquiescence.

Xiao Yuan sat on the chair, his eyes slowly scanning the crowd. He had already realized in his heart that if he didn't break this predicament immediately, he would be unable to move forward in the next few days.

Although he had a certain degree of confidence that he could solve many problems through his own fighting power, that was a path he had to take when he had no other choice.

He has been unlucky since he entered this star gate. The clues he got in the secret room were relatively marginal, and his plan of using trickery in the morning also failed. Therefore, he must now break the ice again.

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed and shouted, "Hey everyone, it's getting late now. If we really want to talk, then don't try to probe each other. Just talk about the practical stuff and improve the cohesion of the team."

Xiao Shuai was stunned when he heard this, turned around and looked at him, and teased: "What counts as dry goods?! Can you also tell me how many magic weapons you have and what magical powers they have?"

“It’s no use.”

Xiao Yuan shook his head: "Right now, everyone is most interested in clues. Combat power and other things will have to take a back seat."

When he said this, everyone turned their heads, including Ren Ye who had just walked up and was communicating with Fatty Tan.

Fatty Tan looked at him and said, "Brother, I'm the captain. I just proposed that we exchange clues, but no one agreed! Where do you get your confidence from?"

"I think this kind of thing still depends on sincerity." Seeing everyone looking at him, Xiao Yuan said softly, "What is sincerity? It means that no matter whether you say it or not, I will say it first."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Xiao Yuan revealed the clue without warning: "The clue I found is that Song Yi's mother is Pan Lianrong, and his father is Song Mingzhe. They have two children, the older one is Song An, and the younger one is Song Yi, who are two years apart in age. However, Pan Lianrong didn't show much love to the two children. When the children were young, she often left them with their father and hardly took care of them. She was even very strict with the two children. Also, Pan Lianrong was promoted very quickly at work and often went on business trips."

When everyone heard this, they were a little stunned and thought, this Xiao Yuan's personality is really unpredictable. He just dropped the clues and they really dropped them.

Especially Ren Ye. When Xiao Yuan said that he wanted to be honest with each other, he thought that the other party was trying to make trouble again, but he never thought that what he said was true.

In this case, there is no need to doubt the authenticity of the clues he provided, and he would not be stupid enough to offend everyone.

He also found information about Song Yi's family of four, but he had no information about the family details.

Although Xiao Yuan's words just now were brief, they contained a lot of information, because there were many people present who did not know about Song Yi's family situation, nor did they know that there were four people in her family. And for He Hongge, the following information was also very crucial.

In the student file, there is a psychological diagnosis certificate about Song An, saying that he has violent tendencies and a slightly twisted personality. Combined with the information given by Xiao Yuan, the reason why Song An's personality was formed is probably related to his original family and Pan Lianrong's education.

"Xiao Yuan, how much do you know about Pan Lianrong?" Fat Tan asked.

"I know some of them, but I'm not sure about some of them. I can only check them tomorrow." Xiao Yuan replied.

Not far away, the old cadre stationmaster also spoke up: "Brothers Song Yi and Song An, do you have more descriptions in your clues?"

"There are no Song Yi's, but there are some Song An's." Xiao Yuan walked over.

In an instant, Xiao Yuan, who was originally on the margins, immediately attracted everyone's attention after he took the initiative to reveal the clues. Many people took the initiative to communicate with him, including Xiao Shuai who had teased him before.

What's the old saying?

How can you quickly integrate into a strange group with whom you have formed a certain tacit understanding? The answer is... spend money. Spend money on everyone. You will definitely be able to quickly integrate into the group in a short period of time. At least on the surface, you will get along with them quickly.

Xiao Yuan used this method to let everyone see him again. And in the current environment, clues are more important than money.

In this way, he broke the ice again and opened the door to communication with everyone. Although he was definitely not a core figure, his situation was a hundred times better than before.

In the adult world, mistakes are allowed, but the prerequisite is that you have value.

……

Everyone was chatting in the lobby on the second floor until around eight o'clock, when some people started to return to the secret room to wait for the lights to be turned off.

Some people also went to the first floor to chat privately.

As the time was getting closer to lights out, Xiao Yuan suddenly patted the woman on the shoulder: "Hey, sister, let's chat!"

The woman had been sitting alone at the long table, with a thoughtful expression on her face.

She was patted by Xiao Yuan and suddenly looked up and said, "Hey, great!"