Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 827 Resistance

She found that the boss of the company, Chen Defa, and several senior executives had been looking unusual recently, as if they were hiding something important. One day, when Lin Wei was sorting out documents, she accidentally found an encrypted contract. With the hacking knowledge she had learned during this period, she cracked the password of the file. The content of the contract shocked her - it turned out that "Xinda" Company was engaged in illegal smuggling activities, and her husband had discovered this secret for some reason, and was probably killed for this reason. Just as Lin Wei was about to hand over the evidence to the police, her actions aroused Chen Defa's suspicion. One day on the way home from get off work, Lin Wei felt that someone was following her. She pretended to be calm, quickened her pace and walked into an alley. Sure enough, several burly men rushed out of the shadows and surrounded her. "Ms. Lin, don't meddle in other people's business." The leading man sneered, "Some things are not something you, a woman, can get involved in." Lin Wei clenched her mobile phone, which had secretly turned on the recording function. "How did my husband die?" She asked fearlessly. "Since you want to know so much, I'll tell you." The man grinned, "Your husband knows something he shouldn't know, so we have to send him to death." Hearing this, Lin Wei's anger was instantly ignited. But she knew she couldn't act impulsively. The most important thing now was to hand over the evidence to the police safely. She pretended to compromise: "I understand, I won't care about this anymore." The man obviously didn't believe her: "Hand over your phone." Lin Wei hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned around and ran. Several big men immediately chased after her. In the narrow alley, Lin Wei hid here and there with her familiarity with the terrain, but the other side was outnumbered and soon caught up with her. Just when she thought she was going to die, a siren sounded from far away. It turned out that when Lin Wei was being followed, she had secretly sent a distress message to the police. Seeing this, several big men immediately fled in all directions. Lin Wei was taken to the police station, and she handed over all the evidence and recordings in her hands to the police. However, things were not as simple as she thought. Chen Defa had a huge influence in the local area, and the police encountered many obstacles during the investigation. Lin Wei did not give up, she began to collect more evidence on her own. She followed Chen Defa's men and secretly photographed their trading scenes; she sneaked into the company's warehouse to look for traces of smuggled goods; she also found some witnesses who had been threatened by Chen Defa and persuaded them to come forward to testify. In this process, Lin Wei was in danger many times. Once, when she was looking for evidence in the warehouse, she was discovered by Chen Defa's men. The other party locked her in the warehouse and prepared to set fire to her. At the critical moment, Lin Wei used the knowledge she learned from criminal investigation books to find the vent of the warehouse and successfully escaped. As Lin Wei collected more and more evidence, the police finally got enough clues and launched a capture operation against Chen Defa and others. After a fierce pursuit, Chen Defa and his criminal gang were all arrested. In court, when Lin Wei saw that Chen Defa was sentenced to death, the tears that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time finally burst out. After avenging her husband, Lin Wei did not stop learning criminal investigation knowledge. She knew that there were many innocent people like her husband in the world who lost their lives because of crimes. She decided to apply what she had learned to more cases, to help the police fight crime and uphold justice. Since then, Lin Wei has become an amateur criminal investigation consultant, using her wisdom and courage to continue on the road to the truth. On this thorny road, Lin Wei has experienced countless difficulties and dangers, but she has never backed down. Her story has inspired many people, allowing people to see how powerful a weak woman can be for justice and love. And she has also found a new direction in her life through constant growth and tempering, and continues to write her own legend.

In Hong Kong in 1987, neon lights were dyed into colorful blocks of color in the humid night. On the streets of Mong Kok, people were shoulder to shoulder, and the shouts of hawkers and the honking of cars were intertwined. Su Mingyuan, a reporter from the Oriental Daily, held a camera and shuttled through the crowd. The editor-in-chief had just given him a task - to investigate the supernatural events that had recently spread in Mong Kok. The story started half a month ago. Some residents said that every late at night, a tea restaurant called "Fok Kee" would always make strange noises. What's even more weird is that when the waiter cleaned the table in the morning, he would always find some leftover food, and these foods were all ordered by no one the night before. Some people said that it was a ghost calling for food; others said that it was the owner of the tea restaurant who was playing tricks in order to create a gimmick to attract customers. Su Mingyuan pushed open the door of the Fok Kee Tea Restaurant, and a stale musty smell mixed with the aroma of milk tea hit him in the face. The lights in the store were dim, and the wall skin was a little peeling, revealing the mottled bricks and stones inside. The boss, Chen Funian, is a man in his fifties. His face is full of smiles, but he can't hide the fatigue in his eyes. "Reporter Su, you are here." Chen Funian greeted, "Those rumors are all made up, don't believe them." Su Mingyuan smiled and nodded, but his eyes were looking around the store. He noticed that there was a table in the corner with bowls and chopsticks on it, as if someone had just eaten. But there were no customers in the store at this time. "That table..." Su Mingyuan pointed and asked. Chen Funian's face changed slightly: "Oh, that's reserved for old customers." Su Mingyuan was suspicious, but didn't ask more. He decided to come back in the evening to find out. At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the streets of Mong Kok became quiet, and only the occasional passing car broke the silence. Su Mingyuan hid in the alley opposite the Fu Kee Tea Restaurant, keeping a close eye on every move of the tea restaurant. After a while, the lights in the tea restaurant came on. Su Mingyuan looked through the window and saw a man in a long gown sitting at the table in the corner. The man had his back to him, and his hair was very long, covering half of his face. The waiter seemed to be used to it and walked over with a plate of wonton noodles and a cup of milk tea. Su Mingyuan's heartbeat quickened and he raised his camera to take a picture. At this moment, the man suddenly turned his head.

Su Mingyuan just felt cold all over - the man's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were sunken, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth. The camera fell to the ground with a "click". Su Mingyuan suppressed his fear, picked up the camera and ran away. After returning to the newspaper office, he developed the photos, but found that there was only an empty table in the photos, nothing else. Su Mingyuan was unwilling to give up and decided to continue investigating. He asked around and learned that there was a mysterious paper-making shop in another alley in Mong Kok. It is said that the owner of this paper-making shop can communicate with spirits and knows many unknown secrets.