Chapter 249: Chapter 249: Even the Wind Feels Warm

Chapter 249: Even the Wind Feels Warm

Night at the hotel.

Lying in bed, Xiao Yu took out his phone.

WeChat.

Xiao Yu: Research shows that guys want their girlfriends to be a bit more flirty. What do you think, sis?

One minute later.

Mu Qingwu: Ever heard that girlfriends are often on a mission—buying guns? What do you think, little brother?

Xiao Yu: Emmm… Sis, suddenly, when I miss you, even the air tastes sweet.

Mu Qingwu: Hah, you think sweet talk makes me forget that you flirt with me in front of the baby?

Xiao Yu: Sis, you’ve changed!

Mu Qingwu: Yes?

Xiao Yu: Exactly. When we first got our license a month ago, you said, ‘Little brother, I miss you a bit.’ Two months later… you mischievous little brother, hurry up or I’ll smash your head with a hammer… After half a year of marriage, love just fades away, right?

Mu Qingwu: Ha, I don’t work that way.

Xiao Yu: That’s just how girls are. They mix attention to detail with a bit of temper. (Insert playful dog head emoji)

Mu Qingwu: Are you threatening me, little brother? You better believe I’ll call Grandma to beat you up when you get back!

Xiao Yu: Can’t we just have fun?

Mu Qingwu: Sure, but you have to behave.

Xiao Yu: Sis, you’re the first girlfriend—and wife—in my life. I’ve never dated a girl before.

Mu Qingwu: Naughty little brother, instead of raising a girl, why not chat with your big sister?

Xiao Yu: And then it’s like, ‘You’re amazing, sis. So clever and trouble-free, right?’

Mu Qingwu: Haha, alright, you naughty little brother. Get some rest, solve cases early, and come home soon—your sis and baby will be waiting for you, okay?

Xiao Yu: Sure. Please, Mu Qingwu, take care of my sister and my baby.

Mu Qingwu: Got it. Goodnight. By the way, little brother, do you still remember what ‘goodnight’ really means?

Xiao Yu: It means that when you’re not around, I better behave! No mischief for my sis—got it, my noble sister!

Mu Qingwu: If you keep this up, maybe I’ll let you have another girlfriend.

Xiao Yu: If I believed that, even the grass on a grave would grow three feet high.

Mu Qingwu: Smart thinking.

Xiao Yu: Sis, the air today is so sweet—even the wind feels warm.

Mu Qingwu: Tasting like sugar?

Xiao Yu: Yeah. Goodnight.

Mu Qingwu: Get home early.

Xiao Yu: Got it.

The WeChat conversation with sis ended.

Xiao Yu closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with a smile…

…

City Z.

Terrorist cell member Shu Yuzhen’s testimony stated.

Two and a half years ago.

She was lured to this city by an online acquaintance.

Abducted to a pyramid scheme den and subsequently brainwashed.

Later, she was sold to someone else…

“According to investigations, the online acquaintance we know as Jiang Nan Shenqing, mentioned by Shu Yuzhen two years ago, has been identified as Tong Qing, a 31-year-old from City Z. His occupation… a bar scam artist!”

Wang Dong held up a Tablet and recited the man’s information.

National Security is determined to investigate; if there’s a trail, nothing is impossible to find.

Using Shu Yuzhen’s old social media accounts and chat records, they quickly zeroed in on the suspect known as Tong Qing.

“Bar scam artist?” Xiao Yu frowned.

What is a bar scam artist?

In bars and other high-end establishments, people are often sent online to chat with customers.

Under the guise of making friends, they lure people to designated venues to spend on expensive drinks.

They earn commissions from these sales—a low-risk yet rewarding scam, involving both men and women.

Of course, to lure others, you need a thick skin and some serious charm.

When Xiao Yu saw Tong Qing, he thought the man was indeed handsome.

Tall, handsome, with a gentle, inviting smile.

Seeing him, you’d get the vibe of a ‘male best friend.’

Tong Qing was standing behind the bar, playfully working a cocktail shaker while numerous girls glanced his way. As Xiao Yu took a seat at the bar, even more girls turned to look.

Tong Qing also looked at Xiao Yu. After a brief pause, he smiled and asked, “What will you have?”

“I can’t drink while on duty.”

Xiao Yu shook his head with a smile, “Officer, come with me.”

“…”

Tong Qing was completely stunned; his expression shifted, and he forced a smile, “Don’t laugh it off.”

“I’m not joking, and I won’t repeat myself.”

Xiao Yu’s smile faded as he said, “Now, come with me…”

A cocktail shaker was hurled at Xiao Yu’s face, cutting him off.

Smack!

He gently grasped the cocktail shaker and placed it on the bar.

Xiao Yu got up and walked out of the bar.

Some people are just like that.

You speak to him in human language.

Yet he stubbornly acts like a dog.

Two SWAT officers burst into the bar and, like dragging out a dead dog, pulled Tong Qing out.

They marched him out of the bar…

Inside a business van.

“Do you recognize him?”

Xiao Yu held up a photo and handed it to a cowering, pale Tong Qing.

In Tong Qing’s eyes and expression, Xiao Yu saw confusion and traces of memory.

Had he fooled too many people?

After two and a half years, he probably couldn’t remember.

Jiang Nan Shenqing—was that your social media handle back then?

Without any small talk, Xiao Yu coldly asked, “Tell me: two years ago, you deceived numerous girls, lured them to a place… where is that pyramid scheme den?”

…

Tong Qing’s face turned ashen, and his body began to tremble.

“I don’t have time to waste, got it?”

Reaching out, Xiao Yu gently patted Tong Qing’s cheek; his voice was soft yet icy.

Tong Qing had initially wanted to resist.

That’s normal.

No criminal willingly confesses or recounts the details of their crimes.

Soon after, Tong Qing was dragged out of the van.

Half an hour later.

A SWAT officer approached Xiao Yu and Wang Dong.

“He truly doesn’t know,”

The officer reported, “Each time, he would take those girls to a small motel, knock them out, and then have someone come along to take them away.”

Twenty-three minutes later.

Xiao Yu arrived at a small motel and stepped inside.

Half an hour later.

“I know nothing. All I know is his nickname—Da Shuan. He’s a notorious local troublemaker. Every time he takes someone away, he leaves me a few hundred bucks. That’s all I know…”

With a gun pointed at his head, the motel owner cried out, recounting everything he knew.

Five minutes later.

Zhao Shuan, 33 years old, from City Z, with a criminal record and a bit of local notoriety as a small-time hood!

Xiao Yu put down the Tablet.

The police business van roared to life and sped straight to a certain KTV…