Chapter 10 The Crippled Liu from the Feng Residence

"Alright," Jiang Cheng said, "stop playing around. We have things to do."

Lin Wan'er listened to Jiang Cheng, leaving Fu Fu with a frustrated expression. The rest of them left.

Finding a quiet spot, Jiang Cheng and Wu Dali sat down. Although he had gotten his clothes back, Wu Dali didn't seem to be in a good mood.

On the contrary, he seemed worried.

Finally, Jiang Cheng broke the silence. "It seems you're quite familiar with Crippled Liu from the Feng residence." His fingertip tapped lightly on the table, not making much noise, but creating an invisible pressure.

In the end, Wu Dali had considered just taking back his clothes and making excuses to leave, but the current situation… He swallowed quietly, realizing it wasn't as simple as he thought.

"Actually... actually, we're not as familiar as you think." Wu Dali scratched his head, wearing the clothes he had just won back, and said in a low voice, "Don't judge Crippled Liu by his appearance. He's had a hard life, and he's a good person, and works hard. Otherwise, the Feng family wouldn't have kept him, right?"

"When did he come to the Feng family?" Huai Yi asked, organizing his thoughts.

"Oh, it's been a while." Wu Dali pondered for a moment, recalling, "It must have been two years."

"Yes, it was two years! I remember he was taken in during a very cold winter!" Wu Dali seemed to recall the event and said with certainty.

Jiang Cheng seized the key point in Wu Dali's words and asked, "He was taken in?"

"Yes, speaking of it, Crippled Liu is really lucky to have survived that kind of thing," Wu Dali said with emotion, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

This naturally didn't escape everyone's notice.

"I remember it was a winter, two years ago, the weather was terrible, it snowed for days. Old Zheng..." Wu Dali paused, explaining, "Oh, he's a hunter here, one of the most experienced. He went into the mountains to hunt secretly and found Crippled Liu."

"He was curled up under a big tree, already frozen stiff. Later, the doctor said that if he had been found any later, he would have died."

"That's how he was taken in and saved."

"Later, when Master Feng had his birthday, and wanted to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, he brought him into the mansion and gave him some chores he could manage."

After a moment of consideration, Jiang Cheng asked, "What do you mean when you said he survived 'that kind of thing'?"

Jiang Cheng had noticed earlier that Wu Dali's expression was noticeably different when he mentioned this, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

Wu Dali met Jiang Cheng's gaze briefly, his expression conflicted. After a long time, he sighed and gradually clenched his fist on his leg. "I heard about this. Not many people in our police station know about it. Just listen to it and don't tell anyone else."

"Don't worry," Fatty said earnestly, nodding, "I'm good at keeping secrets."

"Everyone outside thinks Crippled Liu is like this because he has some strange disease, but that's not it." Wu Dali lowered his voice, angrily saying, "He was harmed by those damned Dongyang people!"

"His condition has something to do with the Dongyang people?" Huai Yi exclaimed, which was completely opposite to their initial guess that he was a Dongyang disciple.

"Yes." Wu Dali nodded, his eyes losing focus for a moment, as if he had returned to that war-torn era.

After a long while, he said mysteriously, "Back then, the Dongyang people built a secret base in the nearby mountains. They captured many innocent people and used them for experiments. Crippled Liu was one of them. They injected some kind of potion into him, and that's how he became like this."

"Secret base..." Chen Qiang seemed thoughtful. After all, they knew there was a gold mine in the mountains that the Dongyang people were mining, which could be related.

"The Dongyang people are ruthless. They didn't treat our people like people, calling them 'wood.' They killed a living person as casually as killing a chicken."

"Later, our people inside decided that they were going to die anyway, so they might as well fight them."

"So the people inside agreed to take advantage of the Dongyang people's carelessness and launched a rebellion. It went smoothly at first, but unexpectedly..." Wu Dali's tone changed. "At the last moment, they encountered a very powerful Dongyang person, the leader of these Dongyang people."

"He knew sorcery and was immune to knives and guns. He killed more than a dozen of our people with his bare hands."

"In the end, the remaining people were forced into a desperate situation. In order to prevent these demons from continuing to do evil and harm our compatriots, the remaining people detonated the ammunition depot in the base and died together with the Dongyang people."

"At the time, Crippled Liu was blown away by the shockwave of the explosion. When he woke up, he was in the vast mountains. He tried his best to crawl out and finally fainted under a big tree."

"He was the only survivor of this incident," Wu Dali said with emotion, not knowing whether he felt lucky for Crippled Liu or was lamenting the dead compatriots.

Compared to Crippled Liu's experience, everyone was more interested in the Dongyang person who knew sorcery. The abilities of the disciples... were sorcery in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Is his identity clear?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"It seems he was called Yamamoto Saki," Wu Dali said uncertainly. Perhaps noticing the strangeness in everyone's eyes, he quickly explained, "This person once stayed in Graystone Town for a while, and he had a high reputation among the Dongyang people in this area, so some information was left behind."

"Was he an officer?"

Hearing this, Wu Dali shook his head, his expression strange. "No, he wasn't a soldier." He looked around vigilantly, then whispered, "Some people say... some people say they once saw those Dongyang people secretly call him Da-shinkan (High Priest)."

"Da-shinkan..."

Jiang Cheng's eyes flashed. The clues were coming together.

Sorcery, Shinkan... It seemed that this person was the Shinkan from the shrine in Yangzi's hometown, and the straw dolls were his creations.

And he was the disciple they had been looking for.

The ghost in this instance came from the door in his body.

On the way back, the atmosphere in the team didn't lighten because of the connection of the clues. On the contrary, it was even heavier. Fatty shook his big head, following behind everyone.

Only Pi Ruan seemed unaffected, constantly encouraging Fatty. He had been talking more and more lately, which made Fatty feel that he had ulterior motives.

For safety reasons, he chose to stay close to the Doctor and Boss Lin.

Sure enough, Pi Ruan became much more well-behaved around Boss Lin.

"Heh, a secret base was blown up, and everyone, including the Dongyang disciple, died. Only a cripple survived?"

Fu Fu narrowed her eyes and said in a sinister tone, "That Crippled Liu is really lucky!"