Chapter 218: Too Much Knowledge

Chapter 218: You Know Too Much

“Boss, what should we do with Xie Shasha?”

Outside the interrogation room, Guo Qiang’s expression was grim.

No guess was needed—it was obvious her words had disgusted him.

Human flesh? Seriously?

Regarding this case… Guo Qiang dared not even imagine.

“Let him go,” someone ordered.

Xiao Yu shook his head. “She probably doesn’t know much… You’re an old detective. Don’t overthink what your eyes can’t see. Sometimes, they deceive us.”

From his experience,

the meat Xie Shasha had eaten probably wasn’t human.

Even if the criminal were a complete idiot, his actions wouldn’t extend to eating human flesh.

The question was, would they really dare serve it to someone?

How low must their IQ be to commit such a foolish act?

Every bit of the information came directly from Xie Shasha.

The specifics still needed confirmation through further investigation!

“Hmm,” Guo Qiang nodded.

As they were releasing the detainee, Xiao Yu mulled over the case.

Another lead had gone cold.

Is this the direction we must take?

“Looks like our only option is to demolish that villa!”

Xiao Yu sighed helplessly.

He wouldn’t touch the villa unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, it was the primary crime scene, packed with clues.

Vandalizing it risked destroying vital evidence…

Noon.

Xiao Yu stood outside the villa.

A large group of Criminal Police awaited his instructions.

“Follow my command. Wherever I direct you, you go,” he ordered.

Under his guidance, they trailed the remnants of the villa’s surveillance wires and the mist-spraying pipes in search of the source.

After an entire afternoon of investigation—and even disrupting some of the villa’s internal structures—

they eventually traced a series of wires to the villa’s garage, where Xiao Yu found himself.

The garage itself appeared perfectly normal.

Yet neither Renxian nor Xiao Yu had expected what came next.

Beneath the waterproof carpet lay a hidden door!

When the concealed door on the floor was pried open, a void of darkness awaited below.

Under the beam of a flashlight, they discovered a power switch.

Snap!

Flipping the switch instantly flooded the underground space with light.

A vast basement unfurled before Xiao Yu’s eyes.

Covering roughly a hundred square meters with a four-meter-high ceiling,

it resembled a spacious hall merged with a bedroom.

And that wasn’t all.

One wall was lined with multiple monitors.

What purpose did they serve?

Xiao Yu recalled the fifty-three surveillance cameras.

He also noticed several pipe outlets on another wall, each connected by a flexible hose.

Crouching before the hoses, Xiao Yu found traces on the floor.

They seemed to be marks left by some jar-like objects previously stationed there.

“Could these be the gas canisters used to induce sedation and euphoria?”

Xiao Yu stood up.

The Criminal Police began examining the basement.

They eventually confirmed that

all the villa’s surveillance cables were connected to this underground room,

and that the so-called gas pipelines were also routed here.

All the equipment necessary for surveillance had been removed.

Even the items resembling gas tubes were gone.

Yet, under the scrutiny of the veteran detectives, everyone’s expression grew strangely unsettled.

Why?

Because the basement was overflowing with clues—footprints, fingerprints, and even strands of hair everywhere.

Xiao Yu even detected three distinct scents in the air,

all pointing to three different men.

“Check it,” he ordered.

Xiao Yu commanded, “This basement must have been set up within the last ten years. With those pipes and surveillance lines involved, such a massive operation couldn’t have been carried out in secret. Ask the property management and interview the residents—leads will surface. If nothing else, the surveillance gear was likely removed three years ago. And check on the gas pipes—find out who visited the villa during that period!”

“Yes!”

The Criminal Police responded and began their investigation.

Half an hour later,

an officer arrived accompanied by a community security guard.

The guard was an older man in his fifties, noticeably nervous before the swarm of officers.

According to the officer’s report,

the guard had been employed in the villa area for twelve years.

He was brought in because, during questioning, he recalled the villa’s basement being excavated.

Bear in mind, excavating a basement isn’t a casual matter.

It requires proper procedures and permission from the property management—one can’t just tear apart community structures.

That’s why, during construction, the veteran guard was tasked with supervising the site to prevent overzealous work.

“It must have been about eight years ago,” he recalled.

“Back then, this homeowner not only renovated the house but also dug out a basement.”

“Initially, the property management was against it, but the homeowner somehow convinced the manager,”

the guard continued. “I remember the construction went on for over three months until the basement was complete, followed by another month of renovations for both the villa and the basement.”

“After the renovations, I often saw the homeowner returning with a few attractive women.”

“Why do I remember that so clearly? Because the homeowner was very young—barely in his twenties, driving a red Lamborghini sports car.”

“But soon enough, that homeowner disappeared from the community. Instead, a young couple, likely students, began staying here occasionally.”

“It started about five years ago. I even collected property fees from that homeowner, and that couple ended up residing here for one or two years… Oh, and the man? I think he was a taxi driver, often driving his cab into the community.”

“I was really puzzled—how could someone wealthy enough to afford a villa be driving a taxi?”

“For the past three years, no one has lived here… Wait, maybe it was exactly three years ago. One night, the red Lamborghini-driving homeowner returned for a brief stay, only to leave the next afternoon in his sports car…”

The old security guard finished his account, looking pleadingly at the gathered officers. “That’s all I know!”

Xiao Yu smiled and shook the old guard’s hand. “Thank you!”

Inwardly, he thought, Sir—you know too much!

…Miao…

PS: Quick update—320,000 words in 20 days, dear readers. I’m working hard and not slacking off!