Volume Two: Second Scroll
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But the medical examiner she loved, ah, would never come back again.
The day Wang Qiang woke up, knowing he had wronged her, he held her and comforted her for a good while.
Lin Yan took the opportunity to probe for some news about the delivery in three days.
“At eleven at night, Tiger will come. Aren’t we getting a shipment of alcohol? The goods will come in with the delivery truck. Face-to-face transaction.”
Lin Yan didn’t know if Pei Jinhong had met “Tiger” before, so she hesitated for a moment and didn’t speak.
Wang Qiang only thought she was scared and said softly, “You can rest assured. The fact that Hu-ge1 pointed a gun at you that day was out of necessity. Since the mole has already been killed by Liu Zhi, there’s no need to worry. Besides, if he really tries to do anything to you, Wang-ge will protect you.”
Lin Yan, like a little bird relying on a person2, snuggled into his arms. “Wang-ge is still the best to me.”
Seeing the look of enjoyment on Wang Qiang’s face, Lin Yan continued, “It’s a rare big occasion, I want to go see it too. Besides, our own supply is about to run out.”
As she spoke, she restlessly squirmed in his arms, yawning with tears in her eyes, looking exactly like someone suffering from a drug craving.
Wang Qiang laughed heartily. “Fine, we’ll listen to you. There’s good stuff this time, we’ll get some to try too!”
Seeing that it was getting late, and with another wronged little temptress on his mind, Wang Qiang planned to leave.
“Don’t you have injuries on your body? You rest first, I’ll go make some arrangements.”
He’s probably going to arrange to sleep with Chen Fang3*, Lin Yan sneered internally.
She was disgusted from the bottom of her heart, but she didn’t let any of it show on her face.
“Wang-ge should also rest early.”
Wang Qiang nodded, put on his clothes, and left. The moment he was out the door, he eagerly asked a waiter for the location of Chen Fang’s room.
As Liu Zhi was passing through the corridor with a tray of drinks, he heard voices coming from the crack of a door.
“Aiyoyo, my little darling4, you’ve suffered.”
Chen Fang sobbed, “Hong-jie wanted to punish me, how could I dare say a single word of refusal?”
Wang Qiang carried the person to the bed. “Hai, to be honest, I can’t stand her either. She’s too domineering. But you know we’ve been together for many years, and she has a lot of people under her, so for a while…”
Chen Fang’s crying became intermittent. “Tell me, who do you actually like?”
Liu Zhi’s voice was rather eager. “My little darling, of course I still like someone young, beautiful, and tender like you.”
Following that were the flirtatious laughs of the two, as well as some complaints about Pei Jinhong.
Liu Zhi couldn’t listen anymore. The knuckles of his hand holding the tray turned white, and he turned and strode away.
Song Yuhang came out of the restroom and turned to the stairwell. Just as she was about to lift her foot to step up, she was stopped.
“Hello, the second floor is all VIP seating. You need an existing member to bring you, and you must spend over one million to enter.”
The waiter in the suit and leather shoes looked at her warily. A walkie-talkie was clipped to his waist behind him, and the pocket of his trousers was bulging, possibly with some other weapon.
Other waiters wandering not far away also gathered around.
Song Yuhang took a step back, not planning to have a direct conflict with them, and thus missed the opportunity to meet Lin Yan.
“Sorry, I went the wrong way. This place of yours is too big, where is the exit?”
The waiter pointed her in the right direction. “Let me escort you out.”
“No need.” Song Yuhang waved her hands repeatedly. As she passed by the booth from before, she glanced inside; it was empty.
Duan Cheng and the others must have gone out first. She felt a sense of relief and let the waiter follow her from a short distance, only stopping after watching her exit the building.
The group gathered in the car.
Song Yuhang gripped the steering wheel. “Their vigilance is very high. The corridors are full of closed-circuit televisions, and there are a lot of waiters. It’s less about ubiquitous service and more about ubiquitous surveillance. There’s definitely a problem with this nightclub.”
Duan Cheng also nodded. “Not long after you left, people kept coming to ask for our order. They wouldn’t leave if we didn’t order drinks. More and more people came, so we came out first, afraid we’d get beaten up.”
Song Yuhang handed the membership card she had swiped to Fang Xin. “It’s a hundred thousand yuan, after all. Better return it to him.”
Fang Xin nodded, understanding her meaning. She took the membership card, walked to the entrance of the Huange Nightclub, and handed it to a staff member.
“I picked this up at the intersection not far ahead. I saw it has your club’s logo on it. Please give it to the owner, thank you.”
The other person was startled, flipped it over to confirm, but Fang Xin had already walked far away.
After dropping the three of them off at their homes, Song Yuhang also drove back to her own home.
She entered, put down her backpack, and went to wash her hands. Then she returned to the incense table, lit three sticks of incense and placed them in the holder. She stared at Lin Yan’s photo for a while, wiping away non-existent dust again and again before gently putting it down.
Song Yuhang went back to her room and locked the door. She sat cross-legged in front of a whiteboard and began to fold paper cranes. Don’t be fooled by how simple this thing looked; when she first started folding, she would be missing an edge here or a corner there, and the wings couldn’t be pulled up. Only after folding many did she slowly get the hang of it.
In the time it took to smoke a cigarette, a lifelike paper crane5 was already folded. Song Yuhang twisted open the lid of a glass jar, still using the one her mother had given her that day. She hadn’t brought back many paper cranes from the Qingshan Villa, only half a jar’s worth.
Lin Yan would fold a paper crane to pray for the deceased after every autopsy. Now, Song Yuhang was learning from her, folding one paper crane for each day that passed. The jar was almost full.
But the medical examiner she loved, ah, would never come back again.
Song Yuhang raised a hand to wipe the corner of her eye, then took another cigarette from the pack and lit it, pondering when she should go to the supermarket to buy a few more glass jars.
As she was contemplating, the doorbell rang. Song Yuhang’s whole body tensed. She glanced at the monitor next to her and saw a delivery boy standing at the door. Only then did she relax and get up to open it.
“Hello, your meal has arrived. Please enjoy.”
“Thank you.”
Song Yuhang walked back carrying the meal box, but she suddenly seemed to think of something and stared at the delivery receipt.
That’s right, people have to eat, and so do drug lords. Since the Huange Nightclub is a place of pleasure that also sells alcohol and has snacks on the menu, it must have its own procurement channels.
Catching hold of this channel would be no less than seizing their lifeline, and the gains might not be any less than what she could get by entering openly.
Song Yuhang placed the meal box on the table, with no time to eat. She grabbed her keys and went out again.
This time she didn’t alert the enemy. She drove a circle around the Huange Nightclub and discovered a back door in an alley behind the street, where people in work clothes would occasionally come out to throw away trash.
Song Yuhang made a mark on her map. She parked the car at the entrance of the alley and observed everything in secret.
When the hour hand of her watch pointed to eleven, a van with “Feixun Logistics” written on it slowly drove past her.
Song Yuhang immediately perked up.
With a light creak, the back door opened. A few staff members came out, holding ledgers, probably checking the quantities.
The van driver got out and signed. The van doors opened, and boxes of alcohol and beverages were carried inside.
Song Yuhang’s fingertips tapped on the steering wheel. The process is quite standard, and there are no abnormalities.
After the handover was complete, a staff member counted the money and gave it to the driver in person. The driver took the money, bowing and scraping, and left.
Song Yuhang gently pressed the accelerator and followed the logistics van in front.
There weren’t many people in the community hospital early in the morning.
Lin Yan quickly registered and entered the consultation room after queuing.
Liu Zhi, under Wang Qiang’s orders, followed by her side.
The doctor asked her to take off her clothes to make it convenient to change the dressing. Lin Yan glanced at him, hesitating to speak, and pulled down half of her sleeve, revealing a snow-white, lustrous shoulder.
Liu Zhi’s face flushed red, and he took a step back. “Saozi, I’ll wait outside.”
Lin Yan nodded lightly, giving him a charming glance.
Liu Zhi left the door ajar and stood at the entrance.
At this distance, he could hear anything that was said.
The doctor asked her some common questions, then started to make small talk. “How long does it take to get here? I see you’re quite early.”
“Hai, the traffic was bad, about twenty-something minutes. I left before dawn.”
“Is that so? It’s not just hard for doctors now, it’s not easy for patients to see a doctor either. Here, lift your arm.”
Liu Zhi peeked through the crack in the door. The doctor was using a cotton swab to treat her wound. Lin Yan bit her lower lip, her side profile as white as jade in the morning sunlight.
He turned his face back again.
“Alright, don’t let the wound get wet when you go back, don’t do any strenuous exercise, and come back on time to change the dressing. If you feel any discomfort, seek medical attention promptly.”
The doctor gave her a light supporting hand. Lin Yan stood up with the momentum and stuffed the small, sweaty paper slip from her palm into his hand.
“Okay, thank you.”
As she said this, she quickly withdrew her hand and put on her clothes. Liu Zhi pushed the door open and entered, helping her out.
After the two left, the doctor opened the door, looked down the corridor, hung up a “Do Not Disturb” sign, turned back, locked the door, and opened the note.
Lin Yan had written crookedly: “Two days later, transaction at Huange Nightclub, big shot present.”
As the transaction date approached, the atmosphere at the Huange Nightclub quietly tensed up, and many more people were assigned upstairs and downstairs.
As soon as Pei Jinhong returned, Liu Zhi was called away.
Wang Qiang was leaning back on the sofa smoking, with the delicate Chen Fang in his arms. He wasn’t shy in front of his brother.
“What did Jinhong go out for this morning?”
Liu Zhi lowered his head. “To see a doctor.”
“The same hospital she went to before?”
Liu Zhi nodded. “Yes.”
“What did she say to the doctor?”
Liu Zhi thought for a moment. “Didn’t say much, mentioned the morning traffic jam and so on, was out in less than five minutes.”
Wang Qiang took a drag from his cigar. “Alright, got it. You can go.”
But Liu Zhi slowly turned back, looking at the woman in his arms, then at his big brother.
“Ge, you had me follow Hong-jie. Is it because you don’t trust her?”
Wang Qiang let out a sneer, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and stood up to straighten the shoulders of his suit for him.
“Of course I trust her, but your Hong-jie is too smart, I have to be on guard. Besides, brothers are like hands and feet, women are like clothes6. And clothes, well, they have to be changed sooner or later.”
“Alright, the transaction date is imminent. Go get busy. If she makes any move, report it all to me.”
Liu Zhi bowed slightly, turned and left, but secretly clenched his fists.
“Move the Advisor.”7
“Check.”8
The pieces fell on the board; the winner between black and red was decided.
The old man smiled leisurely, just as Kuba and the man in camouflage walked in together.
“Ding Ye9, everything is ready,” the camouflage man said.
“Tiger has arrived, ah.” The old man scattered the chess pieces on the board and got up shakily.
Kuba helped the man sit down on the sofa.
Lin Ge took a cigarette from the pack and sneered. “I just don’t get it. Why make it so complicated? If you suspect them, just kill them.”
Kuba also lit a cigarette for the old man. His turbid eyes were full of bloodshot veins, and his face was covered with wrinkles and scars, appearing all the more sinister and terrifying in the light cut by the rotating ceiling fan.
“You are still young. Killing a person is easy, but building up a vast network of connections again is difficult.”
The old man, addressed as “Ding Ye,” sighed leisurely. “By the way, last time you said, who was the mole?”
Tiger bowed his head respectfully. “One of Wang Qiang’s men.”
The old man blew a smoke ring. He smiled amidst the swirling smoke, revealing a set of gapped, yellowed teeth, looking both sinister and cunning.
“Is that so? I’m really looking forward to it, ya.”
As he spoke, as if remembering something, his trembling hand pointed to a box on the floor.
“I brought you something good this time, too. Try it.”
Tiger opened it and was immediately overjoyed.
A whole row of neatly arranged test tubes, enough for him to use for a month.
He knew this was Ding Ye trusting him, and he immediately knelt down and kowtowed deeply.
“Thank you, Ding Ye!”
Lin Ge curled his lip in disdain and tossed a chess piece onto the board.
The old man’s gaze turned to him. “By the way, how are the preparations on your side?”
Lin Ge stood up. “Don’t worry. Also, don’t send people to find me in the future if it’s not important. I don’t have time.”
A trace of displeasure flashed across the old man’s face. Kuba moved to chase after him but was stopped by a wave of the hand.
“Ding Ye, he…”
“Forget it, forget it. As long as it doesn’t affect the big picture, let him be.”
The old man let out a long sigh, a hint of helplessness in his tone.
After helping Ding Ye rest, Kuba and Tiger walked out together.
Tiger: “Who on earth is that Young Master Lin, to be so rude to the boss, and Ding Ye doesn’t even get angry?”
Kuba glanced at him and said in broken Mandarin.
“Don’t… don’t know. Ye has not said.”
This person had always been a stuffy gourd10, you couldn’t beat a fart out of him with a stick11.
Tiger gave up and patted his shoulder as he left.
“Alright, I won’t waste my breath on you. I’m going back to enjoy my big meal too.”
Only then did Kuba chuckle. “Give me a few, give me a few. I’m craving it, craving it…”
Song Yuhang watched the logistics van drive back to an industrial park in the suburbs.
She parked the car on the periphery, waited for the people to walk away, and silently climbed over the wall, quickly jumping down and rolling into the shadows before the searchlight passed over.
She stuck close to the base of the wall. A few patrolling staff members holding flashlights walked towards her.
Song Yuhang dodged into a shipping container in a flash, lightened her breathing, and almost merged with the darkness.
She looked out through a crack in the container.
Staff members wearing safety helmets patrolled back and forth, the beams of their flashlights sweeping past her eyes.
Song Yuhang ducked further inside.
“That’s strange, I clearly saw someone just now.”
“You’re seeing things. Let’s go, let’s go. It’s so hot today, let’s hurry back to the air conditioning.”
The staff member in the safety helmet was pulled away by his companion. Song Yuhang pressed her eye to the crack again.
The moon was very round tonight. She clearly saw a familiar logo on the backs of the two workers’ uniforms.
Memories came flooding back.
Back to the day she first met Lin Yan, the business card the butler handed her.
“If you have any more problems, call this number to contact us for a solution.”
She remembered. The hemispherical logo on the workers’ uniforms was identical to the trademark of the Jingtai Group on that gold-stamped business card!
Song Yuhang’s pupils suddenly shrank.
LP: Re-translated on July 27, 2025
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