Guo Miao.
Xu Jianjun's comrade, who joined the army in the same year as Xu Jianjun. One of them retired, while the other transferred back to his hometown.
Guo Miao was the person who interacted with Xu Jianjun the most in WeChat Moments. Almost every post of Xu Jianjun's was accompanied by Guo Miao's message, mostly encouraging Xu Jianjun to grit his teeth and get through this difficult time.
"He's hurting his friend. Entrepreneurship is a dangerous thing, especially for most ordinary people. Starting a business for the first time basically means paying tuition fees. The key is how much you learn after paying the tuition fees. Everyone will fall, and the difference between a winner and a loser is that the latter always finds a way to stand up," Han Lu said. Han Lu said, "You need to learn from your past failures instead of following the wrong path to the end."
"Is this an entrepreneurship course?"
"No, it's just a casual chat between friends. I don't know why, but I always subconsciously ignore your age when I'm with you. Do you know computer skills? How is this possible? How old are you? Why do I feel like there's nothing you don't know? Is this also some kind of supernatural phenomenon? Just like the prophets in the Bible? "Han Lu's shoulder inched closer to Zhang Heng.
"I just happen to know a little more," Zhang Heng said.
He quickly searched for Guo Miao's current address on the Internet. His hometown wasn't too far from here, about 400 kilometers away. It would only take him a little more than four hours on the highway.
"If there's no problem, let's go now."
"Uh … Guo Miao and Xu Jianjun are both former soldiers. Should we call some more people? Or should I hire two bodyguards?"
"No, I can take care of it." Zhang Heng got up.
"Wow, this sounds reassuring, but just to be safe …" Han Lu pointed at a comment on Zhang Heng's mobile phone and read, "Do you want me to get a few of my old friends to scare that woman and show her what's good for her?"
Han Lu spread her hands. "I don't want to do it myself."
"As I said, you can choose to stay at home. I can take a video for you," Zhang Heng said. "The fewer people who know about this, the better. When this is over, I hope you can keep it a secret for me."
"Why? Are you in danger too? Do you need my help?" Han Lu sensed something in his words. "I know a lot of people …"
"If there is a need, I will," Zhang Heng said. "But for now, let's find a way to solve your problem."
"Alright."
Han Lu didn't insist on hiring a bodyguard. Instead, she drove her red Lexus LC to the location indicated on the GPS.
Four hours later, the two of them got off the highway and entered a small county. Guo Miao worked at a plastic processing plant in the county. He was the head of security there.
Zhang Heng asked the old man at the gate and learned that Guo Miao was on duty at the factory tonight.
"Why don't we come back tomorrow morning? The security guards in the factory are all his men." "… We can wait until he gets off work tomorrow morning and catch him on his way home."
"Finding out if you are the target of the Dreamland of Death is only the first step. I don't want to spend too much time on this matter. The real trouble is how to remove the effect on you," Zhang Heng said as he opened the door, got out of the car, and looked at the time on his watch.
"Drive the car another 300 meters forward. Don't turn off the engine. Then, close your eyes and count to ten. Open your eyes again. After that, don't speak. Just listen quietly."
"Huh? Is this … some kind of game? "Han Lu asked.
"You can think of this as a game," Zhang Heng said and put on his hood.
Han Lu followed his instructions and drove the Lexus forward 300 meters before stopping. She could see Zhang Heng's figure in the rearview mirror. He was standing under the street lamp, looking at the factory not far away. His face was expressionless, like a statue.
Han Lu shrugged. "Okay."
Next, she closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she counted to eight, she heard a man's panting in the backseat.
When she counted to ten, the strange voice asked while panting, "Who are you?"
Han Lu opened her eyes and saw Zhang Heng, who was standing under the street lamp ten seconds ago, sitting in the backseat with a man with a sack over his head and his hands and feet tied up.
"Don't panic. We are just doing an after-sales visit," Zhang Heng said.
"What after-sales visit? You got the wrong person, right?" The man in the sack said. He was very courageous. Ordinary people would have peed their pants in such a situation. Although his breathing was heavy, his voice did not tremble. As expected of someone who served in the army in his early years.
"You are Guo Miao, right?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Yes, that's me." Guo Miao did not deny this issue. His wallet was still in his butt pocket, and there was no point in lying.
"Looks like we didn't find the wrong person. You once spent ten yuan on an online shop called 'Killing Without Risk' to buy a slot to kill, right?"
"Who are you people? Are you the police? No, it's not illegal even if I wanted to kill someone, right?" Guo Miao yelled at the top of his lungs. He still didn't know what had happened to him. A second ago, he was eating hotpot with his bodyguards, but in the blink of an eye, his hands and legs were tied up, and a sack was placed over his head. Then, he had no idea where he was.
Although he could not see what was happening outside, judging from the space between his buttocks and legs, he should be in a car. Guo Miao deliberately raised his voice to see if others could hear him.
The next moment, however, a punch landed on his lower abdomen, and a hard object was pressed against his crotch.
"Keep your little tricks to yourself. We don't want money or your life. We just want to ask you a few questions. As long as you answer them properly, we will let you go soon."
Guo Miao finally calmed down and asked, "What do you want to ask?"
"Have you shopped in our online shop before?"
Guo Miao was silent.
"As you said, it's not illegal to kill someone. Besides, we are not the police."
"Yes," Guo Miao finally admitted.
"After that, you received a package in the mail. What was in it?"
"A black feather, something that looked like an instruction manual, and a strange photo. They said that as long as you follow the steps in the instruction manual, the target will die accidentally."
Han Lu's grip on the steering wheel tensed.
"Did you follow the instructions on the manual?"
"Yes." Guo Miao nodded. "I wrote the name and burned the feather together, then scattered the ashes into the water. I also sent the target a text message with the photo."
"One last question. Please be sure to tell us the truth, because your answer will determine whether you will walk out of the car in one piece or be found in a trash can a few days later." Zhang Heng paused and asked, "Whose name did you write?"
Guo Miao gulped. "Han Lu. This woman killed my best comrade. I have to uphold justice for him."
"Congratulations on your freedom, Mr. Guo Miao." Zhang Heng pushed open the door on Guo Miao's side.
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