"Don't be impulsive. With a murder like this, we want to catch the killer and bring them to justice even more than you do."
"Mm." Fang Zheng nodded slowly and continued:
"Officer Lin, I want to collaborate with the Public Security Bureau."
"Collaborate?" Officer Lin was taken aback:
"What do we have to collaborate on? Don't think about seeking private revenge; taking the law into your own hands is not allowed either."
"You've misunderstood." Fang Zheng shook his head:
"I have money, which I can provide to the Public Security Bureau."
"If soone provides useful information, I'm willing to give a hundred thousand, and if there's conclusive evidence to catch the killer, I'll give a million."
"There must have been soone near the bridge that night."
"Perhaps..."
"It's possible soone witnessed the cri. I just want to provide so help."
"Well..." Officer Lin's eyes flickered:
"That should be fine."
Monts later.
Officer Lin approached He Jiangdong and conveyed Fang Zheng's proposal.
"A million?"
He Jiangdong raised a brow, then shook his head with a light laugh:
"If he's willing to spend money, let him spend it. But the result might not be as he expects."
"Why?" Officer Lin looked surprised:
"We have quite a few clues now. It's possible we might find the killer, and surely soone from Fuhong Steel Factory must know sothing."
"I don't know why either." He Jiangdong sighed:
"There's just this feeling telling , this ti... we're afraid we might fail."
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Yunhai Restaurant.
Top floor.
This was an open rooftop, unobstructed in all directions, allowing one to gaze at the stars above and overlook Qu City's most bustling night scene.
Tonight.
The top floor of the restaurant was reserved by Boss Fang Ci.
For one night,
it costs at least hundreds of thousands!
And that's not counting so expensive drinks and food, otherwise, it could easily reach hundreds of thousands.
Fang Zheng changed into traditional attire, wearing soft cloth shoes, and under the hotel manager's guidance, he walked slowly to the center of the rooftop.
"Boss Fang."
The manager bowed and said:
"Tonight, this place belongs to you."
"Do you have any special arrangents? We can provide free cake and have musicians on-site at the hotel."
Clearly.
He mistook Fang Zheng for so rich second-generation proposing or expressing love.
Admittedly, bringing a beloved woman here to propose is indeed romantic and increases the chances of success.
However...
"No need."
Fang Zheng waved lightly, his voice cold:
"When my guests arrive, just bring them up directly. As for anything else... don't allow others to co up without my permission."
"Yes." The manager nodded:
"Then... feel free to sit."
"Mm."
Fang Zheng walked back and forth in the middle of the space with his hands behind his back, followed closely by Xiao Han, who looked sowhat puzzled.
This ti, for the eting with people from Yuan Family Village, the boss didn't bring anyone else.
Only brought him along.
Logically, it shouldn't have been this way.
After all, he was rely a legal consultant, and those they were negotiating with were not ones to sit down and discuss contracts obediently.
As for close relationship...
That was even less likely for him. Not ntioning Wan Dandan, the boss should have brought his personally recruited Wen Lei, Manager Wen instead.
Could it be that, because they were won, it wasn't convenient?
Opening his mouth slightly, his gaze fell on Fang Zheng's icy expression, and Xiao Han wisely kept quiet.
The boss had been unhappy these days.
Better not touch his nerves.
While Xiao Han's mind wandered, Fang Zheng also fell into contemplation, with various descriptions of the magic altar surfacing in his mind.
'The altar is a foot high, the magic is three-tenths higher.'
Theoretically, the higher the magic altar, the better.
Is it not said that when the Imperial Court sacrifices to the heavens, they often choose mountaintops, or at least set a high altar in the palace for the master to perform magic?
The higher.
The easier it is to connect with the qi chanism of Heaven and Earth.
The power of the magic wielded also corresponds to an increase in potency.
Even Zhang Mingrui would typically set up the magic altar on a carriage, simply because it's one or two feet higher than the ground.
An extra foot or two promises a gain in power, giving the edge over an evenly matched opponent.
"This place is nice!"
With hands clasped behind his back, Fang Zheng gazed far into the distance, his eyes profound.
While the top of Yunhai Restaurant wasn't the highest spot in Qu City, the view was expansive, making it an ideal site for setting up a magic altar.
"Earth's qi rises and falls, the stars shine in the heavens."
"A Seven-Star Altar can be set here!"
The Seven-Star Altar is a relatively common type of magic altar, reflecting the Seven Stars. It can harness the power of the stars and amplify star-related magic.
"Planet Confusion God."
Fang Zheng tapped his fingers, his eyes shimring:
"There are so spells of the Lu Mountain Wutou Sect that could be of use."
With this thought, he moved around the space, stepping on the Seven Star pattern, pausing at specific positions to observe the surroundings.
Sotis shifting a flower bed, sotis pouring so water, or leaving behind several items.
These things can, to so extent, influence the invisible collisions of qi in the world. They appear insignificant, yet they are essential.
Under Xiao Han's shocked gaze, Fang Zheng returned to the center of the altar, the sa location as the dining table, and slowly took his seat at the head.
"Hoo..."
Slightly closing his eyes, he retrieved a black iron token from his person, murmuring softly.
"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, disciple seeks the altar with three bows!"
"First, I invite the star of heaven to enter the Purple Palace!"
"Second, I ask the spirit to ascend to the profound altar!"
"Third, I call upon the five elents to assemble!"
His voice was low and quick, incomprehensible even to Xiao Han who listened intently, yet feeling all the more that today's boss was exceedingly peculiar.
In the next instant.
"Hoo..."
Suddenly, a fierce wind arose on the peaceful rooftop.
The wind whipped against Fang Zheng's clothes, causing the tableware on the table to clatter, while Xiao Han staggered back and forth.
"Wind!"
Xiao Han steadied himself, his expression changed dramatically:
"Boss, the wind is blowing hard. Should we go downstairs?"
"Wind?"
Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged, sitting steadily without moving:
"Where is there wind?"
"It's just..." Xiao Han reached out, his expression suddenly turning to surprise. Looking around, everything was calm, leaving him with a bewildered look in his eyes:
"Impossible, just a mont ago clearly..."
"You must be daydreaming. There's no wind today." Fang Zheng sat with his eyes closed:
"It's almost ti."
"People,"
"Should be arriving soon."
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