93: Chapter 93 Lei Dapao is somewhat wavering.

"Heh, interesting."

Su Yun leaned back in his chair, fished a lollipop out of his drawer, and popped it into his mouth.

Originally, he just wanted to spend some money to save a life and accumulate some karmic merit along the way.

He hadn't expected that after spending the money, he wouldn't even hear a peep back.

It seems the waters in the charity circle are even deeper than he imagined.

But now is not the time to investigate this. With these two hundred merit points, plus what he had left over, he was wealthy again.

However, he was still 50 points short of the 1000 points needed for a ten-pull draw.

"Better save them for now; what if I need to draw for a life-saving item one day?"

Su Yun stretched, turned off his computer, and prepared to take a hot shower.

...

At the same time.

Inside the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Detachment building, the lights were still blazing.

It was already past eleven at night, but for the criminal police, the nightlife had only just begun.

The captain's office was thick with smoke.

Lei Dapao sat behind a desk piled high with case files, looking like a furious lion.

He was wearing a rumpled white shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing the dark chest hair beneath.

At this moment, this Captain Lei, known for his explosive temper, was holding his phone, watching intently.

What was playing on the phone screen was the replay of Su Yun's broadcast that had just ended.

In the video, Su Yun was facing the camera, saying, "Some miracles don't need gods."

Lei Dapao's brow was furrowed as he watched, not even noticing that the cigarette in his hand had burned down to the filter.

"This kid..."

Lei Dapao muttered, swiped his finger across the screen, and dragged the progress bar back to the part where Shen Jie was kowtowing.

He watched it three times over.

Especially the scene where Su Yun said Shen Jie had "fortune from a noble person" and his phone immediately received a transfer notification.

Lei Dapao was a veteran criminal investigator; he was excellent at reading people.

The state of despair deep in Shen Jie's bones could not be faked.

And Su Yun's composure didn't seem like he was just playing tricks or pretending to be supernatural.

"Could there really be someone who can calculate things this accurately?"

Lei Dapao stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray piled like a small mountain, feeling a bit doubtful.

He had been a police officer for over twenty years; what kind of monsters and demons hadn't he seen?

Of those fortune-telling masters, nine out of ten were scammers, and the remaining one was a psychology expert.

But Su Yun's recent actions were truly a bit uncanny.

First, he dug out the corpse under Wang Dahai's office, then he predicted Shen Qingzhu's impending disaster, and he could even pinpoint the location of cross-province human trafficker dens.

If it were once, it could be a coincidence; twice, luck.

But what about the third or fourth time?

Just as Lei Dapao was staring blankly at the screen.

"Bang!"

The office door was suddenly pushed open.

Lei Dapao jumped in fright, his hand trembling so much that his phone nearly flew out of his grip.

He reacted extremely quickly, flipping the phone face down on the desk and grabbing an autopsy report from the side to shield his face.

"Don't you know how to knock before entering? Did you learn your manners in a dog's stomach?"

Lei Dapao roared at the top of his lungs, trying to cover up his panic.

The person who entered was Qin Yumo.

She had dark circles under her eyes, was holding a thick stack of documents, and looked terrible.

She had long since become immune to Captain Lei's roaring.

"Captain Lei, stop pretending. You're holding the autopsy report upside down."

Qin Yumo walked to the desk and slammed the documents onto it, her tone weary.

Lei Dapao's face flushed, and he quickly turned the report right-side up, coughing twice.

"Ahem... I was checking if I missed any details on the back. What do you know!"

"Speak up, why are you barging in in the middle of the night? Any news on Sister Hong's trail?"

Mentioning the case, Qin Yumo's expression immediately turned serious.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, rubbing her temples with some irritation.

"It's broken."

"Completely broken."

"Our people turned that abandoned pier upside down and couldn't find a single hair."

"The forensics department said the scene was professionally cleaned; fingerprints, footprints, DNA—all gone."

"And that tunnel was sealed off by directional blasting and filled with concrete; there's no way to dig it open."

Lei Dapao frowned as he listened, reaching for his cigarette pack again.

"What about the surveillance cameras? The Sky Net along the way should have captured something, right?"

"We checked," Qin Yumo sighed. "That car had fake license plates. Once it left the city, it entered a surveillance blind spot and never came out."

"This group has extremely strong counter-reconnaissance skills. Clearly, this isn't their first time doing something like this."

The office fell into a suffocating silence.

Sister Hong's gang is the largest human trafficking network in the Southwest region.

And yet, they ran faster than rabbits.

This sense of frustration left the entire special investigation team burning with anger.

Lei Dapao took a fierce drag of his cigarette, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.

"Damn it, those animals!"

"Keep investigating! I refuse to believe they can fly or burrow underground!"

"Get all the surveillance footage from every intersection in the surrounding area, and watch it frame by frame! We must find that car!"

Qin Yumo didn't move.

She looked at Lei Dapao, hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"Captain Lei, we've already tried all the conventional methods."

"The current leads are truly all broken. If we keep investigating like this, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Lei Dapao glared with his wide eyes: "Then what do you mean? Stop investigating? Let those human traffickers get away with it?"

"That's not what I mean."

Qin Yumo took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind about something.

"Captain Lei, what if..."

Before Qin Yumo could finish, Lei Dapao sprang up from his chair.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

Qin Yumo stood up and gathered the documents on the desk again.

"Fine, you're the captain, you call the shots."

"Then I'll follow your instructions and keep checking the surveillance footage, even if it blinds me."

Having said that, she turned and left, crisp and efficient.

When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Lei Dapao.

"By the way, Captain Lei, in the live stream just now, Su Yun transferred three hundred thousand as life-saving money to that man."

"I don't think a bad person would be so willing to spend money to save someone, right?"

Before Lei Dapao could retort, Qin Yumo had already opened the door and walked out.

The office fell quiet again.

Lei Dapao stood where he was, staring at the closed door, and let out a cold snort through his nose.

"Hmph, womanly benevolence!"

"Bad guys don't have it written on their faces; even Hitler liked small animals!"

He sat back down in his chair, grumbling, and picked up the cigarette pack on the desk, only to find it empty.

Irritated, he crumpled the empty cigarette pack into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Lei Dapao hesitated for a few seconds, then, as if possessed, flipped the face-down phone over.

The screen wasn't locked yet.

"Damn it."

"This kid... can he really calculate things this accurately?"

He tapped the phone screen twice and opened Su Yun's homepage.

His finger hovered over the "Follow" button, trembling several times.

In the end, he still didn't click it.

Once he clicked it, he, a veteran criminal investigator with twenty years of party membership, would be considered to have bowed to feudal superstition.

This wasn't just a matter of face; it was a matter of principle.