Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1174: Chapter 15: Master Chen

The deceased suspect had just confessed not long ago, so he hadn’t been transferred to the prosecution office yet and was temporarily detained in the holding cell.

This was a serious matter that Officer Ma and Zhou Yusheng had to put aside the dismemberment case and rush to immediately.

Inside the holding cell—at least in the cell where the now deceased ride-hailing driver was held, it was eerily silent—the corpse of the deceased began to be examined on the spot.

Moreover, after this, a muzzle order was issued to everyone—it was something that absolutely could not be leaked to society.

In a tightly guarded detention center, the occurrence of a suspect being murdered would be another fatal blow to the credibility of the system once leaked.

“How is it, how is the examination going?” Officer Ma paced anxiously outside the cell, occasionally glancing inside.

At this time, a staff member with a strange expression walked out, seemingly pondering something, with a hesitant look.

“Just say what you’ve found.” Zhou Yusheng, growing impatient, asked directly.

The examiner frowned and said, “The only thing we can confirm now is that this is indeed a gunshot wound, a frontal gunshot wound, that directly penetrated the forehead, but…”

“But what?”

The examiner incredulously said, “We didn’t find the bullet…”

Both Zhou Yusheng and Officer Ma froze for a moment, Zhou Yusheng subconsciously asked, “What do you mean?”

The examiner slowly explained, “I only found a bullet hole on the forehead, meaning that the bullet definitely didn’t penetrate… but the bullet disappeared into his brain. We really can’t find it.”

“What’s going on?” Officer Ma opened his mouth—since the bullet didn’t penetrate, it should naturally remain inside the body—but the bullet that should have been inside has disappeared instead?

“Could it be that the killer took the bullet out again?” A policeman nearby speculated whimsically.

Officer Ma knocked on his head, “After murdering someone, do you still have the mood to perform surgery to remove a bullet on a dead person?”

“Well… maybe the killer just has that kind of hobby?”

The examiner shook his head and said, “Apart from the wound caused by the bullet, there are no other wounds, ruling out the possibility of removing the bullet.”

“Could it be an ice bullet? Some specially made ice bullets that melt after entering the body, thus disappearing?” The policeman continued to speculate wildly—but he suddenly noticed the affectionate gazes cast around him.

“Excuse me… did I say something wrong?” The policeman asked timidly.

Officer Ma sighed, waving his hand, “Go to the monitoring room to see if they’ve found anything from the surveillance… I really don’t have the mood or time to do science popularization and explanation here with you.”

After sending the whimsical policeman away, Officer Ma rubbed his temples, “Brother Zhou, what do you think?”

Zhou Yusheng thought for a moment and said, “Now, how the bullet disappeared we can put aside for the moment; the important thing is to find out how the murderer committed the crime. This cell doesn’t even have a skylight, let alone a vent, so the crime could only have been committed in front of the iron bars… And as you’ve seen, there’s not just this one prisoner; the adjoining cells have prisoners too, but they said they didn’t see anyone pass by… Do you think this is possible?”

Officer Ma nodded, “The people in adjacent cells didn’t know the deceased, no grievances, no motivation, and no reason to provide false testimony… This situation is too unusual, if the monitoring investigation results come out and say, nothing happened, then I should probably go to a temple for a walk?”

“Officer Ma, I fear you really have to visit the temple…” It was Lin Feng who ran back with a pale face, holding a tablet in his hand, “Look at this… there’s a camera capturing the scene.”

Inside the cell, the suspect was hugging his arms, lowering his head, pacing back and forth, with visible anxiety and unease.

But suddenly, he fell—a sudden, unprovoked fall, no contact with others, falling so eerily, with blood flowing from his forehead afterward.

Instantly, a chill rose behind the crowd…

…

…

These are two black Volkswagen cars with letters on them.

The cars slowly came to a stop at a high-end residential area… In the back seat, sat two men. One with an extraordinary bearing, while the other appeared astute and capable.

“Second young master, that Master Chen lives in this place.” At this moment, the astute and capable-looking man lowered the car window, gazing at the small villa in front, “I’ve already made an appointment, shall we go in?”

The man with extraordinary bearing nodded, so the astute and capable man directly got out of the car, walked to the villa door, pressed the doorbell… While waiting, he glanced back at the extraordinary bearing man stepping out of the car.

Watching Zhong Luochen emerge, Cheng Yun imperceptibly furrowed his eyebrows—but he hid it well, not letting the current boss Zhong Luochen notice.

This second young master of Boss Zhong, might just be rendered obsolete.

Since an unknown time, the second young master started dabbling in odd things, and over the past six months, who knows how many street fortune-tellers he has sought, some pretending to be mystics, and others just performing deceptive tricks… Is the second young master really thinking he can cultivate immortality?

Even so, Zhong Luochen has spent huge sums privately establishing a company—not producing anything, just continuously researching biological waves, and human potential projects.

Now, upon hearing about a reputed Master Chen in the circle, he immediately tasked himself to find him.

Cheng Yun is unsure whether this young master is truly stupid or pretending to be… Now Boss Zhong is rumored to be entirely dominated, and earlier this year the third young mistress went to South America and returned, subsequently resigning all positions and moving into her private villa, rarely seen lately.

Cheng Yun hasn’t been able to contact the third young mistress in a long time—the extra income he used to gain from promptly reporting intelligence about the second young master, Zhong Luochen, has been cut off. And now the eldest young master is in sole control, leaving him nowhere to turn—so many people are scrambling ahead to secure the Zhong family’s third generation’s golden opportunity!

Helpless, Cheng Yun can only strive to maintain his livelihood beside Zhong Luochen—at least the second young master may be foolish, but he’s truly wealthy, extraordinarily wealthy!

At this time, a servant came to open the door.

Cheng Yun felt slightly displeased, silently noting this so-called Master Chen’s arrogance… Despite the second young master’s current loss of favor, he’s still the second young master of Boss Zhong’s third generation; those he wishes to meet, which one doesn’t rush eagerly?

“Are you Mr. Cheng Yun?” The servant asked flatly.

“I am. Where’s Master Chen? We had an appointment!” Cheng Yun squinted his eyes.

The servant replied indifferently, “Master Chen is still taking a nap, but he instructed that if you arrived, just come in and wait.”

Hearing this made Cheng Yun even more upset.

He thought about how back in the capital, all those famous young masters would treat him with utmost respect, constantly calling him Brother Yun. Yet, here in this backward southern place, he’s being blocked by a servant?

“How dare you make our Young Master wait?” Cheng Yun, furious, said, “You must not know that offending our Young Master would make anyone, be it Master Chen or Great Sage Chen, regret it.”

The servant shrugged and said, “That’s my master’s rule; it’s the same for any wealthy merchant or great official. You can choose to wait or leave. We aren’t in need of more wealthy people around here.”

“Damn…” Cheng Yun’s eyes widened.

“In that case, let’s go inside and wait.” Unexpectedly, Zhong Luochen at this moment came forward, and said coolly, “Sorry for the trouble, brother.”

“That’s more like it… come on in.” The servant nodded, turned around, and walked directly into the villa.

Cheng Yun, still slightly angry, said, “Second Young Master, this Master Chen doesn’t regard you highly at all, does he? He probably has no idea who you are!”

Zhong Luochen said softly, “People with real skills often have some eccentric ways and pride, isn’t that very normal? If Master Chen Er is truly a capable person, what’s wrong with waiting a bit.”

Cheng Yun felt it necessary to remind this Second Young Master, considering most people in the world are con artists, so he said tactfully, “Second Young Master, it’s been long enough, and no one with real skill has been found. You see, it’s all deceptive tricks, and I guess this Master Chen Er might just be another fraud.”

“Whether he is or not, let’s see first.” With that, Zhong Luochen walked directly into the villa.

Afterwards, a few bodyguards in black suits also followed him briskly inside.

Cheng Yun shook his head and sighed… Second Young Master is truly foolish, beyond saving.

…

This Master Chen Er has quite a background.

He’s the direct disciple of Master Huang. Master Huang is quite famous in the surrounding cities, especially among circles of wealthy merchants and some officials’ wives.

Fortune-telling, feng shui arrangements, and turning calamities into blessings.

However, Master Huang hasn’t been receiving guests for a long time, almost like he’s vanished from the human world—Master Huang may be gone, but his disciple is still around. This Master Chen Er has learned quite a lot from Master Huang.

Though his fame isn’t as high as Master Huang’s, his name is slowly gaining recognition—Moreover, if you can’t find Master Huang, finding Master Huang’s disciple is better than nothing, right?

Upstairs, Chen Er lifted the corner of the curtain, having seen everything that just happened clear as day.

After the guests entered the villa, Chen Er didn’t hurry downstairs but leisurely opened a bottle of red wine and started savoring it himself.

Chen Er was quite satisfied with his current life. His teacher—Master Huang, suddenly had a significant setback last year, almost went blind, and then just took off to Mountain Wudang, with no news since.

Master Huang didn’t have many relatives, but Chen Er reckoned the old pervert left some illegitimate children outside, though he never mentioned them.

This old man left cleanly about four or five months ago and even called back once saying to donate all the property to charity.

Over the years with this old guy, Chen Er has bent over backward to please him; others’ sons probably weren’t as attentive, yet never got the true teachings, only learning some superficial skills.

In terms of fortune-telling, physiognomy, and bone reading, he naturally didn’t have that ability. But, he could set simple Peach Blossom Formations and handle feng shui arrangements to turn calamities into blessings, also picking up some persuasive talk over the years.

Since this old guy left him like that, Chen Er didn’t feel the need to cling to the mentor-disciple bond.

“Old man, you think without you, I, Chen Er, can’t make it?” Chen Er sneered, “Your villa is mine now, they all call me Master Chen; who’s still remembering you as Half-Immortal Huang? Old man! I don’t rely on you, yet I can still thrive!”

Chen Er slowly finished the glass of wine, then began dressing himself up. After about an hour of dragging, he finally went downstairs at a leisurely pace.

Descending the stairs, Chen Er saw a charismatic young man, resting his eyes on the sofa.

Behind him stood three strong bodyguards in black suits.

There was also a sharp-looking guy, sitting with impatience, occasionally glancing at the charismatic young man… Chen Er frowned, unexpectedly feeling uncomfortable.

But in the past six months, he had already faced numerous wealthy merchants and officials, honing a considerable aura.

With hands behind his back, Chen Er approached the guests slowly… the young man resting his eyes still didn’t open them.

Chen Er slightly frowned, then calmly said, “Is that Mr. Cheng?”

Cheng Yun looked Chen Er up and down, then frowned, “You’re Master Chen? So young?”

Chen Er chuckled, “Knowledge is boundless, yet it’s the skillful that lead, who says youth prevents one from being a master?”

Zhong Luochen rubbed his forehead gently, not opening his eyes, saying calmly, “Master Chen, I have another appointment today. I’ve spent enough time here. My personal visit shows my sincerity… now, it’s your turn.”

“You’re Mr. Cheng Yun?” Chen Er squinted his eyes.

Zhong Luochen waved his hand nonchalantly, “Test him, if capable, let him stay.”

Three muscular men behind him stepped forward, sneering.

Chen Er froze… this is not going according to plan!