Chapter 1361
Xue Shihao was terrified!
That night, apart from the usual stuffy air in the cell, the intermittent snoring and babbling, and the occasional slight tossing and turning from the red-vested men in the corner, it was relatively peaceful. Luo Fei lay on the smelly upper bunk, closing his eyes to rest, repeatedly comparing the various details of his arrival in Dongguan City with the vague information he had previously obtained about "Zhu Dafa possibly hiding here under an assumed name."
The Xishan Detention Center is a melting pot of all sorts of people, with undercurrents of information flowing through it all; it might be a good starting point.
He secretly took note of the death row inmate in the red vest.
The next morning, shortly after the exercise period ended, a knock was made on the small window of the cell's iron door, and the guard's voice could be heard.
"Cell 307, Luo Jian! Someone's visiting! Come out!"
Visit? Luo Fei raised an eyebrow slightly.
He has no "relatives or friends" here. The answer seems self-evident.
He nimbly got off the bunk and, under the ambiguous gazes of Biao Ye and the others, followed the guard through the corridor to the special meeting room.
This meeting room is not the relatively private space for lawyers to meet; instead, it is separated by thick bulletproof glass, where telephone calls are made, and there are guards present to supervise.
Two people were sitting across the glass.
One was Xue Shihao, his face grim, his eyes filled with scrutiny and a hint of lingering suspicion. The other was Huang Mao Xiao Hao, his arm in a sling, his face still pale.
Huang Mao looked at Luo Fei with resentment almost overflowing in his eyes, but more than that, he had a smug look of waiting to see a good show.
Luo Fei sat down in the chair and picked up the communicator.
He first glanced at Xue Shihao. This young master of the Xue family was dressed smartly today, which was out of place in the environment of the detention center. He deliberately wore a condescending and mocking smile that belonged to a victor, as if he was admiring a rare prey that had finally fallen into the cage after some effort. He was also looking at Luo Fei’s ugly prison uniform.
Luo Fei didn't speak immediately. His gaze seemingly casually swept over Xue Shihao and landed on the head of the blond-haired man beside him. In an instant, a special ability quietly activated—not a change in light and shadow that could be seen with the naked eye, but a reading of a specific information field that directly affected his consciousness.
A series of terms, like labels, appeared clearly on the head of the blond-haired man.
"Gambling," "prostitution," "bribery," "drunk driving," "group sex," "rape," "murder"... all sorts of things, ultimately converging into a scarlet number.
Sin value: 138. Luo Fei had no interest in delving into the details of each item; the words and numbers themselves had already sketched out an image of a vicious and heinous villain.
He remained indifferent; these crimes, taken together, were enough to warrant the most severe punishment for this guy, it was just a matter of time.
"Boss Xue."
Luo Fei finally spoke into the intercom, his tone as indifferent as if he were greeting a neighbor he didn't know very well.
"Why do you have the leisure to come here to see me? Aren't you busy at the company?"
He even smiled, as if he wasn't the one in trouble.
Xue Shih-hao's mocking smile deepened. He picked up his intercom, and his voice, carried through the glass and the wires, was tinged with obvious smugness and sarcasm.
"Busy, of course I'm busy."
However, no matter how busy I am, I have to make time to come see you. I just want to see with my own eyes what kind of end will come to those who oppose me, Xue Shih-hao.
"This outfit fits me quite well?"
He deliberately examined Luo Fei's prison uniform, and was pleased to see the rough and ugly fabric clinging tightly to Luo Fei's body.
Luo Fei lowered his head, tugged at his uniform, and even nodded, adopting a serious evaluation posture.
"Well, the material is a bit cheap and the color is a bit ugly, but it is indeed quite sturdy and durable."
It's pretty good here. They provide meals, the schedule is regular, and you can meet a lot of new friends. It's lively.
He paused, looked up at Xue Shihao, and asked in return.
"Mr. Xue, are you bored outside? How about... you come in and have a look around? I'll make room for you?"
This reaction was completely unexpected by Xue Shih-hao.
He had anticipated fear, regret, anger, and even pleading, but he saw none of these on Luo Fei's face. The other man's relaxed and even somewhat dismissive tone diminished Xue Shihao's sense of victory, instead giving rise to a sense of being offended and a deeper curiosity.
Is this guy genuinely stupid, or does he have something to rely on?
"Luo Jian."
Xue Shihao's smile faded, and he leaned forward, staring into Luo Fei's eyes through the glass, trying to exert pressure.
"Aren't you afraid? Intentionally injuring two people, causing serious injury, the evidence is conclusive. I've inquired, and in your case, you'll likely be sentenced to more than ten years, with a maximum of fifteen years."
Fifteen years! You'll be over forty when you get out. The best years of your life will have been wasted behind bars. Was it worth it? Just to vent your anger, you smashed up a run-down shop?
He wanted to find even the slightest hint of wavering in Luo Fei's eyes.
Upon hearing this, Luo Fei simply chuckled softly twice, the laughter carrying a peculiar penetrating power through the microphone.
He shook his head and said slowly.
"Fifteen years? That's not a short time. But it's still better than some people. Like those who rape, murder, and do all sorts of bad things, and end up getting their comeuppance. I'm nothing compared to them. At least I'll get out alive, right?"
As he said this, he glanced almost imperceptibly at the blond-haired man next to Xue Shih-hao.
"What the hell did you say?!"
Although Huang Mao Xiao Hao didn't have the communicator, he could guess what was going on from Luo Fei's lip movements and his expression. He was so angry that he almost jumped off his chair, his sling arm swaying and making him wince in pain. Xue Shihao's face also darkened, and he immediately reached out to hold down the agitated Huang Mao.
Luo Fei's words sounded like a casual remark, but the four words "rape and murder" were like a cold needle, piercing Xue Shihao unexpectedly.
He suppressed the unease that suddenly welled up in his heart, his eyes became sharper, and even carried a hint of tension that was hard to detect, as he lowered his voice and questioned into the microphone.
"Luo Jian, what did you mean by that just now? You said someone wanted to eat peanuts? What do you know?"
He couldn't help but recall what Chen Yunfei had said on the phone yesterday—that Luo Jian knew about the gambling debts in Macau!
Instead of directly answering Xue Shihao's question, Luo Fei made a move that sent chills down Xue Shihao's spine. He raised his left hand, which wasn't holding the communicator, and through the thick bulletproof glass, lightly and almost imperceptibly touched Xue Shihao's forehead. The movement was very light and quick, like a casual gesture, yet also like some kind of mysterious ritual.
At that very moment, Luo Fei's gaze locked onto Xue Shihao, and his special ability was activated once more.
This time, what flooded his consciousness wasn't a simple list of terms, but a more concrete, vivid stream of information about an old case—the murder of a young woman named Li Xiaolan two years ago on the outskirts of Shilong Town, and the details of how Xue Shihao disposed of the scene alone afterward, sinking the woman and her car together in the remote Ximen Reservoir. The information was clear; the time, place, method, and even the surrounding environment were vividly remembered.
Xue Shihao felt uneasy from Luo Fei's inexplicable gesture from a distance, and a chill ran down his spine for no reason.
He subconsciously tilted his head, as if trying to avoid the non-existent fingertips. Luo Fei's calm yet all-seeing gaze weakened the questioning momentum that had just risen within him.
He suddenly dared not pursue the topic of "knowing what" any further, and a sense of panic began to spread in his heart.
He forcefully changed the subject, returning to the area he thought he could control, and shouted in a blustering but cowardly tone.
"Stop playing tricks! I'm asking you, did you make up the story about Captain Chen? What are you trying to do?"
Luo Fei lowered his hand, picked up the communicator again, and the smile on his face faded, replaced by a more unfathomable depth.
"I know about Chen Yunfei's affairs."
He readily admitted it, then changed the subject, his tone remaining steady but carrying even greater weight.
"But I know more than just his gambling debts. For example..."
He paused deliberately, his gaze landing squarely on Xue Shihao's suddenly contracting pupils.
"Two years ago, wasn't there a girl named Li Xiaolan from Shilong Town who went out to work and then disappeared without a trace? Her family seems to still be looking for her, right?"
The moment Luo Fei uttered the name "Li Xiaolan," Xue Shihao felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
He jolted violently, the color draining from his face in an instant. His knuckles turned white from gripping the communicator too tightly, and his palms were instantly covered in cold sweat.
His pupils dilated, and his breath almost stopped for a moment. The pounding of his heart sounded like a drumbeat to him, making his eardrums buzz. Impossible!
That's absolutely impossible!
He handled that matter cleanly and efficiently. It was pouring rain at the time, and the suburbs were remote and deserted. When the car and people sank into the reservoir, there wasn't even a big splash. He never mentioned it to anyone afterward, including his father, Xue Jingshan!
Is this Luo Jian... this Luo Jian a ghost?!
How could he possibly know?! He even knows the names perfectly well!
Extreme fear gripped Xue Shihao, but his years of shrewdness and ruthlessness forced him to suppress the exclamation and question that almost escaped his lips.
His cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he clenched his back teeth tightly, squeezing out a sentence through his teeth. His voice was dry and hoarse, but he was still trying to remain calm.
"What Li Xiaolan, Wang Xiaolan... I don't understand any of your nonsense! Luo Jian, I'm warning you, don't think you can scare me with your crazy talk! You're a criminal suspect now, so behave yourself!"
However, Luo Fei had already noticed the shock and panic in his eyes. Luo Fei remained calm and composed, as if he were merely mentioning a trivial matter, and then added...
"Oh, I don't understand."
That might be because I remembered the place wrong.
However, there aren't many scenic spots in Shilong Town. I remember... Ximen Reservoir is pretty good? It's just a bit remote, and it's kind of creepy to go there at night.
The four characters “Ximen Reservoir” were like the last straw that broke the camel’s back, or like a red-hot iron rod that pierced Xue Shih-hao’s most hidden and feared wound!
He could no longer maintain any semblance of composure and abruptly stood up from his chair, the movement so forceful that it knocked over the intercom, the cable snapping and making a screeching sound.
His face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with a ghostly terror and disbelief as he looked at Luo Fei. The reservoir!
He even knew the exact location where the body was dumped!
This is no longer speculation or extortion; it is clearly... clearly something I saw with my own eyes!
A chill ran up his spine from his tailbone to the top of his head, and Xue Shihao felt his shirt on the back instantly soaked with cold sweat, clinging coldly to his skin.
His mind went blank, filled only with immense fear and the frantic scream of "How could he know?"
He dared not look into Luo Fei's eyes, which seemed to devour all secrets, nor did he care about the astonished and confused look in the eyes of the blond-haired man beside him, nor did he care about maintaining his posture of "appreciating the loser". He turned around abruptly and almost staggered as he rushed out of the meeting room, as if staying for even a second longer would allow those eyes to see right through him and plunge him into an abyss.
"Mr. Xue? Mr. Xue!"
The guard standing nearby was taken aback by his sudden action and quickly spoke up.
Xue Shihao ignored him, opened the door and rushed out, his figure quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Huang Mao Xiao Hao was completely confused. He looked at Luo Fei, who was still calm and composed on the other side of the glass, and then at the direction Xue Shihao had fled in a disheveled state. After hesitating for a moment, he quickly grabbed his sling arm and chased after him.
On the other side of the glass, the supervising police officer glared at Luo Fei with displeasure and reprimanded him.
"Luo Jian! What did you say to Mr. Xue? Watch your attitude! Visit is over! Go back!"
Luo Fei smiled indifferently, put down the communicator, and stood up from the ground.
Watching Xue Shihao's almost hasty retreat, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Some boils, once burst, reveal just how filthy they are inside. Xue Shih-hao's escape was tantamount to an admission of many things.
His reaction confirmed Luo Fei's earlier guess: the Xue family's situation was deeper and more murky than expected. If the missing senior Zhu Dafa was indeed hiding his identity here, the danger he faced and the reason he needed to hide were probably related to this.
Back in cell 307, the iron door closed behind him. Inside, Boss Biao and his men were either sitting or lying down. Upon seeing Luo Fei return, several pairs of eyes immediately focused on him, especially Boss Biao, whose eyes held undisguised ferocity and scrutiny. The brief visit earlier was clearly insufficient to quell their desire to "play around," especially Boss Biao, who was still seething with anger from Luo Fei's use of the term "Biaozi" yesterday and his subsequent attitude, and was just waiting for an opportunity to vent.
Luo Fei walked straight to his bunk, but instead of going up immediately, he turned around, with his back to Biao Ye and his group, and started to stretch his neck and shoulders, as if they were a little sore from sitting for too long.
Then, as if casually, he spoke to Boss Biao, who was staring at him menacingly.
"You, come here."
Biao Ye was stunned, thinking he had misheard, and picked at his ear.
"What do you say?"
Luo Fei repeated himself, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"Hey, come here and give me a back massage. The bed board was a bit hard last night, it was uncomfortable." (End of Chapter)