CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 67 ’OLD SCHOLAR’ (5K)_3

"May I ask boldly, can I go over and take a look? Because you’re either on a business trip or in a car accident, I’m afraid if I don’t go now, your brother will die in the office soon."

"Huff..." The girl suddenly turned from fake crying to laughing, her eyes curved like crescent moons, and she laughed to the point of tears.

But a few seconds later, she realized something was wrong and forced herself to stop laughing.

However, her laughter also exposed the fact that her brother was actually fine.

And what does Zhang Feng do?

He’s a criminal police officer and investigator!

With just one glance, he could tell that neither of them was speaking the truth.

"No more talking." Zhang Feng headed straight towards the office.

"Huh?" The girl didn’t react at first, then attempted to leave the front desk, "Mr. Zhang, wait a minute!"

Zhang Feng walked, and she chased after him.

Within a few steps, Zhang Feng arrived at the office door.

Clang clang—

He twisted the handle a few times, but the door didn’t open.

Zhang Feng then looked at the girl who had already run up to him, "Will you open it for me, or should I break the door down?"

"Uh..." After thinking for a few seconds, the girl chose to take out the key and help Zhang Feng open the door, but she muttered, "I just graduated from college. It took a lot for me to get my brother to let me work here.

What you’re doing will get my brother to send me to work somewhere else."

She muttered, venting her anger on the key, furiously twisting the lock core.

"The key is about to break." Zhang Feng extended his right hand, lightly flicking his index finger, causing the girl to let go of the key as if she had been shocked.

Click—

Zhang Feng took the key, opened the door, and looked at Boss He sitting in the boss chair.

"Boss He."

Zhang Feng took a few steps forward and calmly said, "You’re not easy to meet."

"Not at all!" Boss He quickly got up when he saw Zhang Feng really coming in, gesturing with both hands towards his seat, "Brother Zhang, have a seat!"

"You make it quite convincing." Zhang Feng was amused by his behavior and sat down in the boss chair, looking at him as he nodded and bowed,

"I just want to ask one thing, let’s chat quickly so you can still make it for lunch."

"Ask away." He said, then turned to look at his sister standing dumbfounded at the door, "You, go out."

"Okay!" The girl retreated.

Zhang Feng wasted no time and directly asked, "Have you ever met a Daoist, about eighty or ninety years old, maybe even older? Quite skillful, too."

Zhang Feng used his intuition to gauge the basic impression and age of the person in question.

Especially the age, with "cultivating for eighty-nine years," even starting young would make him over ninety.

But he couldn’t tell Captain Wang and the others about this.

Because Zhang Feng wasn’t sure if it was true and didn’t want to waste police resources, or fear that the person was deliberately misleading him.

However, when it came to outsiders like Boss He,

casually inquiring was of no consequence.

"What? A Daoist who knows martial arts?" Boss He was confused, "Never heard of such a person..."

He replied while looking at Zhang Feng quizzically,

’A ninety-year-old who can still fight, is this some sort of joke?’

Boss He found it very peculiar.

Zhang Feng then took out a portrait of a businessman, "Have you seen this person?"

"No." Boss He shook his head, "Is he from around here? Judging by the clothes in the description, he seems to be from the southern region?"

"Don’t ask too much." Zhang Feng answered casually, then fell into thought again.

Boss He, eager to see Zhang Feng out, continued, "Brother Zhang, if you’re looking for a Daoist, I can recommend someone to you.

He’s an old scholar, often traveling around Daoist Temples worldwide, likely knowing many Daoists."

"How old is he?" Zhang Feng, now instinctively curious, wondered if he could be the one he was looking for,

"Where was he on August 3rd, late September, and mid to late November?"

Zhang Feng referred to the timeline of three criminal cases.

"He’s about forty-two or three?" Boss He first mentioned his age, then recalled, "I don’t know about early August or November.

But at the end of September, he was visiting the Daoist Temple here, spending nearly half a month."

He said this as he walked over to the wall, pointing to a photo,

"I consider myself quite a believer. When I heard this old scholar was coming, I specifically went to meet him at the Daoist Temple and took a photo together.

During those days, I even had a few drinks with him."

"Hmm." Hearing his age, Zhang Feng knew he likely wasn’t the one.

And hearing Boss He provide an alibi, Zhang Feng dismissed his doubts.

’I’ve been too obsessed with this case.’ Zhang Feng shook his head but habitually scanned the photo.

There was a middle-aged man dressed as a layman, kind-looking yet shifty-eyed, like an online sales pitch.

This presence wouldn’t even come close to writing something as grand as ’though Tao cultivation is difficult, we shall courageously journey forth.’

In Zhang Feng’s mind, if the person he sought were in his forties, he would be a robust Daoist, easily recognizable in a crowd.

If over seventy or so, he would be a carefree elder, standing out as the sanest amidst the hustle and bustle of the material world.

This was the kind of person Zhang Feng imagined as being the one he sought.

Not someone selling lessons online.

Thinking this, Zhang Feng turned to Boss He,

"Where is this ’lecture salesman’ now, let me ask him."

Without much new information, it was better to start with this old scholar.

Perhaps he’d visited some obscure Daoist Temple and unwittingly encountered the person in question.

But Boss He scratched his head and said:

"What lecture salesman? He doesn’t teach or present, but he sells books."

Boss He picked up a book titled "I Really Love Nature" from the desk,

"He sells this book, only for three thousand two, and he says only those with fate can buy it. Ordinary people can’t buy it even if they want to."