Chapter 231: A Pair of Flowered Underwear

Chapter 231: A Pair of Flowered Underwear

The road is steering us towards the city center, and that’s unquestionable.

As for the speed… any seasoned driver knows the drill.

Speed limits in the city range from 30 to 60 km/h—a range that’s easily maintained.

Under normal conditions, you’re cruising at about 40 to 55 km/h.

“Every pause, every little body sway along the way—you have to really think it over, dig deep into your memory. Every detail is critical. Don’t leave anything out; recall it all by any means necessary!”

Xiao Yu spoke in a low tone to a deeply hypnotized Peng Junlong beside him.

When you’re lucid, dredging up memories from years ago is nearly impossible.

Right now, Peng Junlong is in a state of deep hypnosis.

This has also unlocked his deep memory vault.

“Mm.”

Almost automatically, Peng Junlong nodded, “I get it. I’ll try to remember… oh, the car’s stopped.”

Wang Dong slammed on the brakes, sweat beading on his brow.

“At the middle of the 430 crossroads!”

Thankfully, police cars and traffic officers were stationed all around.

Alright then.

Did Peng Junlong’s memory fail him?

How did we end up at an intersection?

No, it’s not a memory glitch—it’s a speed issue.

Sure, the car maintained a steady pace of around 40 to 55 km/h.

But it couldn’t perfectly match the speed of the vehicle Peng Junlong remembers riding in.

“What happened?”

Xiao Yu glanced at Peng Junlong and asked.

“A pause. The car didn’t move,” Peng Junlong replied.

After waiting at the red light… Xiao Yu nodded. “So after that pause, when the car started again, did anything feel off? Like, did your body sway or shift to the left or right?”

“Left… right?”

Straining to recall, Peng Junlong slowly nodded, “Yes—it swayed to the right!”

Why check that detail?

Because when your vision is blocked and you’re riding with your eyes closed, control over your body diminishes.

Especially in a car, when taking a turn, inertia can shift your body.

Inertia pushing you to the right?

Xiao Yu gestured to Wang Dong and pointed toward the intersection on the left.

If you were looking, your body would counteract the inertia—that’s just common sense.

But with your eyes closed while the car turns left, inertia makes you drift right.

The police car continued on its route…

“Keep recalling,” Xiao Yu instructed Peng Junlong.

He said, “While the car’s moving, remember every pause, every lean left or sway right. And most importantly, remember where the car stopped—and where you got out. Don’t forget a single detail!”

Throughout the journey…

With Xiao Yu’s repeated reminders and questions,

a hypnotized Peng Junlong began to piece together fragments from his deep memory.

Even if it was imperfect, he’d simply try again.

Xiao Yu, Wang Dong, Peng Junlong… along with countless police cars and traffic officers,

worked tirelessly throughout the night to locate the criminal hideout.

Until dawn’s first light crept over the horizon.

An “itinerary” appeared on the Tablet in Xiao Yu’s hands.

“Now, let’s start over. If you’re off track, just give me a hint, understand?”

Xiao Yu looked at Peng Junlong and said.

“Understood!”

Peng Junlong’s mental state was teetering on collapse.

His hypnotic state had nearly reached its limit.

This time, with the location still uncertain,

Xiao Yu had to either break the hypnosis or wait until Peng Junlong naturally slipped deeper,

allowing his mind to recover and get enough rest before starting a second round of tests.

Wang Dong revved the police car and drove off.

The car stopped at the first traffic light… then turned left.

Along the way, there were two red lights in total, with at least six turns—both left and right.

Xiao Yu kept a close watch on Peng Junlong’s expression, knowing that even the slightest misstep

could mean this test was doomed to fail.

In the end, the police car had been on the move for a full 29 minutes,

and just as it was about to leave the city and enter a shantytown area,

suddenly,

“Stop…”

Peng Junlong suddenly spoke up, “We’re stopping here. I remember Second Brother telling me… we’ve arrived!”

“Phew!”

Xiao Yu and Wang Dong heaved deep sighs of relief.

We found the place!

……

Xiao Yu and Wang Dong stepped out of the car and surveyed the shantytown before them.

There are shantytowns in the city?

Yes, not only are there many, but most are also forgotten inner-city slums, urban villages, or factory villages.

They are relics of the city’s development—areas abandoned for various reasons.

Finding one here was no small feat.

Xiao Yu helped Peng Junlong out of the car and eyed a narrow alley leading into the shantytown.

It couldn’t be any other direction.

Apart from the main road, there was only this alley.

This was the entrance into the shantytown!

“Do you remember how far we went?”

Xiao Yu asked while supporting Peng Junlong.

“Not far—I think just a few minutes,”

Peng Junlong replied, his body swaying and his mind barely holding together, ready to collapse or nod off at any moment.

They had been on foot for about five minutes when,

suddenly, Peng Junlong stammered, “It’s… here…”

He collapsed, his mental state completely spent.

Two members from the second team rushed over to catch the fading Peng Junlong.

“Get him back in the car and let him rest properly.”

Xiao Yu’s expression turned complex as he gave Peng Junlong one last long look.

Alright, consider this a feather in your cap.

If you’re not deeply involved in this case and haven’t committed serious offenses,

you get off with a single lucky break!

A criminal’s small act of valor shouldn’t be ignored.

However, if a criminal’s sins are too grave, even a good deed won’t save them.

You’d be executed without a second thought.

Whether Peng Junlong survives in the end is entirely up to him!

Xiao Yu turned and surveyed the area before him.

Houses merged into the landscape, interspersed with a few two- or three-story buildings.

Old and crumbling, with red tiles and gray bricks—a distinct shantytown characteristic.

Where Xiao Yu and Wang Dong stood was a large courtyard.

Inside the yard stood an old two-story building.

“Could this be 5.4?”

Wang Dong expressed disbelief, “How can a building like this have a basement without the roof collapsing?”

That kind of question is easy to answer upon reflection.

Anyone familiar with shantytown foundations knows the drill.

In these areas, building a basement almost always leads to collapse!

“We’ll need to see for ourselves,”

Xiao Yu said as he strode toward the courtyard.

He walked right up to the door and rapped on it.

Since it was early in the morning, most people were still sleeping.

After a solid five minutes, someone from inside called out, “Who the hell is this? Why are you knocking so early?”

They sounded pretty irritable… Xiao Yu and Wang Dong exchanged wry smiles.

Seems like the kid never learned how life truly works.

The door creaked open.

There stood a muscle-bound man in nothing but colorful underwear and a bare torso, confronting Xiao Yu and Wang Dong.