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Chapter 29: A Drop of Blood

  Chapter 29: A Drop of Blood

  Muyan knew the address of Zhong Jiaqiang's home, but didn't know if he was at home. However, this wasn't a difficult task. As an employee of the department, such things were simple. Muyan could just directly call his home phone.

  After calling twice in a span of ten minutes with no one answering, Mu Yan knew that Zhong Jiaqiang was probably not at home.

  Zhong Jiaqiang's residential area is not a high-rise apartment building, but rather a relatively new villa with six floors and no elevator.

  Zhong Jiaqiang's family lived on the first floor. When Mu Yan found out, he felt a little surprised and also realized something.

  Zhong Jiaqiang's home was equipped with anti-theft doors, but for Mu Yan, in fact, as long as he wanted to get in, ordinary anti-theft doors were of no use to him.

  He took out a piece of wire that had been prepared and shaped in advance from his body and opened it in two or three minutes.

  Then the door inside was replaced with another iron wire of a different shape and opened in less than a minute.

  Zhong Jiaqiang is not young, but he has never been heard to have a wife and children, so he lives alone. The place where he lives is indeed not big, with only two rooms and one living room, one of which is a bedroom, and the other is directly converted into a study.

  Mu Yan didn't rummage through boxes and cabinets, but instead looked towards the corners of the top wall, after searching for a while, he found no peephole, only then did he feel at ease.

  He didn't go to open any cabinet or drawer, but walked directly into the room and started knocking on the floor.

  More than ten minutes later, Mu Yan pushed open the bookshelf in the study, then knocked on the floor under the bookshelf, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  Mù Yán took out a small knife and carefully pried up the floorboards, only to see a red paper note underneath the first board, and beneath it was a pile of money.

  Mu Yan lifted up the floorboards and saw that in a hidden compartment about 30 cm wide and nearly 1 meter long, it was all stacks of 100-yuan bills, with at least 30-40 bundles, which is equivalent to 3-4 million yuan in cash.

  Zhong Jiaqiang has been with the company for six years, and even if his annual salary as a manager is two or three million, it would take him ten to twenty years of saving without spending a dime to accumulate this amount of money. Mu Yan doesn't believe that he already had all this money before joining Fenghua, clearly this guy must have made a fortune before.

  Although there's a lot of money here, Mu Yan won't take it. Of course, he still takes out all the money in bundles. Sure enough, under these notes, there is another file bag!

  As soon as he saw this thing, Mu Yan felt a little relieved in his heart, and unexpectedly got the thing so easily.

  Open the file bag, and unexpectedly found two 500,000 deposit slips inside. The deposit slips were indeed under Zhong Jiaqiang's own name, it seemed that this money was his legitimate income.

  In addition to this, there is a notebook, a CD and a gun.

  Regarding Zhong Jiaqiang having a gun, Mu Yan felt very strange, but he didn't think much of it and picked up the notebook to see what was recorded inside.

  After opening the notebook, Mu Yan found that what was recorded inside were actually some dishes and prices, which was similar to what some housewives would record for their monthly expenses. However, Mu Yan knew at a glance that there was a problem with it - mung beans wouldn't cost dozens of yuan per kilogram.

  Muyan stuffed the notebook and CD into his bosom, then put the file bag back in its original place, followed by quickly piling up the money, and carefully laying down the wooden board, putting the bookcase back to its original position, with not a single detail out of place.

  After doing all that, Mu Yan cleaned up all the possible traces and walked out of the door, locking it behind him. He then walked out of the compound with a clear conscience.

  Two hours later, Zhong Jiaqiang returned home, walked to the bathroom, washed his face, and then came directly to the study. He habitually looked at the bookshelf, and suddenly his complexion changed, instantly turning pale.

  He built up a broken long hair from the floor, looked at it carefully for two eyes, and immediately pushed open the bookshelf, then pried up the floor.

  He saw neat bundles of money piled up under the floor and threw them out without looking, finally taking out the file bag.

  When he poured out everything in the file bag, he suddenly sat down on the ground, and his face turned from pale to iron blue.

  After sitting stupidly for a few minutes, Zhong Jiaqiang immediately jumped up from the ground and ran into his bedroom. He found a travel bag and quickly packed the money on the floor of the study room. Then he took a few sets of clothes and left quickly.

  Mu Yan returned home all the way, and his mother had not come back yet because she was tutoring other children.

  Mù Yán directly turned on an old computer at home.

  This computer was bought when I was in high school, although it has a history of over ten years and even the operating system is very old, but at least everything can still run normally.

  Muyan stuffed the CD into the computer, and with the whirring of the computer fan, a platform login window popped up.

  Mu Yan's pupils involuntarily contracted slightly as soon as he saw this window, because he had seen it before.

  "A drop of blood, and this Zhong Jiaqiang is actually a killer with a drop of blood! No wonder he has a gun and looks so mysterious!" Mu Yan was shocked in his heart, how could he have never thought that his seemingly awkward superior would actually be a member of the deadly organization "A Drop of Blood".

  A drop of blood is a very mysterious killer organization, rumored to have an outer and inner layer. The people in the outer layer only need to get this system, and after logging in, they can find some tasks published by the system to complete. After completion, the evidence of completing the task will be transmitted through the system, and the organization will pay the bounty to the killer.

  As for what the inner layer is like, Mu Yan himself doesn't know, but he knows that even if it's the outer layer, there are still levels to it. That Zhong Jiaqiang doesn't seem like a high-ranking expert at all, probably just a lowly D-level assassin, at most maybe a C-level assassin. Moreover, Mu Yan has seen that gun before, and it's been years since it was last used, who knows how long it's been since Zhong Jiaqiang went on a mission.

  I don't have a password, so even if there is such a system, it's useless. On the contrary, this system has a Trojan horse. If I enter the wrong password, there will be a prompt at the drop of blood.

  Mù Yán immediately returned the CD and directly crushed it, throwing it into the wastebasket.

  He then took a look at the account book, which had recorded quite a few things. It was unlikely that Zhong Jiaqiang would have done this for an assassination task, and it might actually be related to the Fenghua Group.

  Think about it, Zhong Jiaqiang came to the company a few years ago with that gun that hadn't been used for several years. Perhaps it was Zhong Jiaqiang who decided to wash his hands in gold a few years ago and then entered Fenghua Group, but he didn't expect himself to sneak into his home and expose his secrets.

  After feeling a burst of laughter in his heart, Mu Yan decided to give the account book to Zhang Shuo after all. As for whether he could understand it or not, that was no longer his concern.

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