Find the Location

Behind this household, there was a narrow alley just over a meter wide. It was overgrown with weeds, clearly untouched by foot traffic for a long time.

Xu Mu arrived there and noticed the back wall was only a little over two meters high.

With a light leap, he jumped inside.

Tong Guoguo, who had followed him, also leaped lightly, stepped on the wall, and vaulted over.

Although she couldn't use Qi, her physical strength was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Xu Mu saw that the left side was a restroom, so he walked to the right. He pushed the small door and found it locked from the inside.

To avoid making any noise, he used the Spirit-Swallowing Holy Gu to devour the door latch.

Then, he gently pushed the door open and stepped into the courtyard of the house.

Tong Guoguo followed him in. She observed carefully and nodded to herself. "The general layout hasn't changed. It's the same as when I visited her house back then."

"You've been to her house before?"

Xu Mu asked curiously from the side.

"Yeah, about two or three years ago. While I was out on a mission, I ran into her at a station in a nearby city."

Tong Guoguo recalled what had happened. "She cried as soon as she saw me, asking how I had been all these years, and insisted on inviting me to her house as a guest."

Xu Mu walked up to the main door of the living room and continued to use the Spirit-Swallowing Holy Gu to unlock it.

Upon entering the living room, a dusty, stale smell wafted over them.

Judging by the surrounding decor and furniture, this was clearly someone with a bit of money.

Xu Mu went to the sofa and patted away some dust with his hand.

"What is it?"

Tong Guoguo asked beside him.

"Look at this sofa, the cabinets, the TV. Although they have a lot of dust on them, they are obviously new and barely used."

Xu Mu looked at Tong Guoguo. "Why would a dying person buy new furniture? She was definitely murdered!"

Tong Guoguo thought back to that time; the woman's furniture really was new.

She had even specifically mentioned that she planned to retire in the village and later go to the city to help take care of her son's child once it was born.

Thinking of this, Tong Guoguo's body began to tremble, and the gears in her eyes spun rapidly.

"Xu Mu! No... it wasn't Mr. Soul, right? Right?!"

Tong Guoguo's lips were quivering, as if she were desperately trying to grasp at straws.

"It wasn't Wang Hun indeed, it was you! You killed her!"

Xu Mu pointed at Tong Guoguo. "If you hadn't told Wang Hun about this, Wang Hun wouldn't have killed her!"

"It was me... it was me!"

Tong Guoguo hugged her head and squatted on the ground, repeatedly muttering those words.

Back in the orphanage, even though she couldn't see with her eyes, she could feel that this person was kind-hearted and treated her very well.

Xu Mu ignored Tong Guoguo and started rummaging through the cabinets and boxes.

However, the furniture outside was all new. After searching through everything, he didn't find anything of substance.

So, Xu Mu pushed open the bedroom door and found a few older trunks inside.

He opened them all, took out the clothes stored inside, and placed them on the edge of the bed.

Holding the title of the God of Assassins, Xu Mu had a knack for searching for things. Following a systematic pattern, he didn't miss a single corner.

Finally, he found the only thing of substantial use.

A notebook.

Clipped inside were many train tickets. Nowadays, with technological advancements, tickets could all be purchased on a mobile phone.

But in the past, these paper tickets were required.

He examined the train tickets and found that the destinations were all from Huai City to Jiucheng in Yuzhang.

And then from Jiucheng back to Huai City.

Judging by the dates on the tickets, they were all from over a decade ago.

This village was very close to Huai City. When Xu Mu drove over, he had passed right by it.

Over a decade ago, she frequently traveled to Jiucheng, which gave him a rough idea.

The orphanage was most likely located there.

According to what Tong Guoguo had said, the woman had always worked at the orphanage and probably wouldn't have taken a job elsewhere.

Xu Mu flipped through the notebook and found it was completely new, without a single word written in it.

He continued inspecting the tickets and noticed that on the back of one ticket, there was a phone number and the character "Zhang" written on it.

Other than that, there was nothing else.

Xu Mu hesitated for a moment before returning to the living room.

Tong Guoguo was still squatting on the floor, hugging her knees and sobbing.

"Stop crying, get up!"

Xu Mu grabbed Tong Guoguo's shoulders and hauled her up from the ground. "What was this woman's name?"

"Zhao Guifen."

Tong Guoguo said, rubbing her eyes.

Xu Mu took out his phone and dialed the number on the ticket.

In a short while, the call connected. "Hello!"

Judging by the voice, it was an elderly man around sixty years old.

"Is this Mr. Zhang? I'd like to ask you about someone named Zhao Guifen. Do you remember her?"

Xu Mu spoke into the phone.

"Of course I know her. I'm her relative. Who are you?"

"I'm from the police department. You should be in Jiucheng right now, correct? Give me your address, and I'll come find you right away."

Xu Mu said into the phone.

"Alright."

Hearing that it was the police, the other party immediately agreed.

Seeing Xu Mu hang up the phone, Tong Guoguo finally asked, "What... did you find out?"

Xu Mu took out the train tickets. "Over a decade ago, she was constantly traveling back and forth to this place. Never mind, let's get in the car first."

...

The journey this time was quite long. Xu Mu first took Tong Guoguo back to Jiang City.

Arriving at the Xu family manor, Xu Mu piloted a helicopter and took Tong Guoguo toward their destination.

If this trip could make Tong Guoguo see Wang Hun's true colors, it would be a good thing for Xu Mu.

Because it would mean he had gained another female lead by his side who could provide a source of Justice Points.

More importantly, she was a master in the Mortal Shedding Realm.

Old Zhang, who had just answered the phone, also lived in a village.

Xu Mu landed the helicopter directly on an empty patch of land at the village entrance.

According to Old Zhang, his house was right at the entrance of the village.

Seeing the helicopter touch down, a round-faced old man wearing black trousers and a white shirt walked over.

"You must be Zhang Shengli, right?"

Xu Mu hopped out of the helicopter, walked over with a smile, and asked.

"That's right. Why are you suddenly investigating Guifen's affairs?"

Zhang Shengli asked curiously.

"According to our investigation, she might have been murdered. She didn't die of old age or illness."

Xu Mu did not let Tong Guoguo get out; her red hair didn't quite fit the image of a police officer.

Hearing this, Zhang Shengli immediately recounted the whole history of the matter.

It turned out that over a decade ago, Zhang Shengli used to be a taxi driver, and his relative connection to Zhao Guifen was very distant.

They only became familiar with each other after being introduced by someone.

Zhao Guifen frequently took the train to Jiucheng, and then she needed to take a taxi to a paper mill in a town for work.

Since there were no shuttle buses between the two places, Zhang Shengli acted as her exclusive driver.

Whenever Zhao Guifen arrived in Jiucheng, she would call him in advance, and he would be responsible for dropping her off at her destination.

He charged her a bit less, making it a win-win situation for both of them.

"Where is that town?"

Xu Mu immediately asked.

"It's called Baifeng, not far from here."

Zhang Shengli explained.

Xu Mu took out his phone, checked the map, and then nodded. "Understood."

He immediately piloted the helicopter and headed toward that location.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it was safe to say that the orphanage had already been found.

...

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