Qiuzhen was still sleepy. After returning from the underground passage, he went straight to his room at a modest inn in the mall under the station. He couldn't sleep too long. He had so many things to do. Therefore, now he was awake.

After sitting pensively on the bed for about five minutes, he finally got up from the mattress that he felt so comfortable. He went straight to the bathroom. Even though he was lazy to take a bath, he had to fight that feeling of laziness with all his might. He had to take a shower as soon as possible.

He had no intention of checking out from the inn that day. Later, at ten o'clock at night, he had to go home. So at least he still had to rent the room until tonight. Now, he had to go to do some investigation. The heavy backpack, which he brought home from another city, would stay in his room for a while. Qiuzhen believed that the place was safe.

After getting dressed neatly, Qiuzhen stepped out of his room. He walked briskly towards the platform at the subway station. He was going to the train station he visited last night. Yesterday, Qiuzhen left his clothes in one locker at the station as he followed the tall man in the expensive suit. The clothes he left were not expensive, but he felt uncomfortable if he had to throw them away. After all, Qiuzhen felt bad if he just left the clothes there. Such a thing would add to the work that the station staff had to complete.

After the time limit for storing goods had passed, the locker manager would remove the items from the locker. They would then put the things into a warehouse at the station. If no one came to pick up the items within three months after that, they would mark the items as unowned. Once every six months, all subway stations would send the goods left by their owners to the central station. There, the things were recorded carefully and placed in a giant warehouse. After two years have passed and no one has claimed, the item would be auctioned off. They would use the money from the auction to add to the operational funds for locker maintenance.

On the train car, Qiuzhen still felt a little sleepy. Suddenly, he remembered something. He forgot to eat breakfast! Qiuzhen sighed. Later, as soon as he stopped at the destination station, he would look for a food stall to fill his stomach right away. Although traveling on an empty stomach was really uncomfortable, he had to endure it until he reached his destination.

Why did I forget? This kind of thing will not happen if I am traveling together with Beaushu or the others.

The atmosphere on the train was not too crowded. Therefore, Qiuzhen still got a seat. The whole way, he was nodding off. He had to work hard to hold back the drowsiness so he wouldn't fall asleep. If he fell asleep and missed the destination station, Qiuzhen would have to turn around. And that would be quite a hassle. In addition to being time-consuming, energy would also be wasted.

After arriving at the destination station, he rushed to the luggage storage locker to get his clothes before stopping at the stall to enjoy breakfast. He ate quickly because he wanted to hurry to his next destination, Dafeisi Tower, which was very far away. If he left late, he might not get there after two o'clock in the afternoon. Yet, at the latest, he must return from there at sunset so that he could reach the house on time that he promised, which was ten o'clock in the evening.

"Good afternoon Mr. Zhonghang!"

Qiuzhen stopped walking. Someone greeted him. He turned his head to the right, in the direction the voice came from. Qiuzhen saw two well-dressed men. They smiled as Qiuzhen looked at them.

"Good afternoon!" Qiuzhen had never seen the two of them.

"Are you Mr. Zhonghang Qiuzhen?" asked one man. He was a man in his mid-forties. Above his lips grew a thin mustache.

Qiuzhen nodded. "Yes, I am! May I know who I'm dealing with?"

"My name is Zuoren Zimo." The man with the thin mustache said his name. "This friend of mine is named Sikou Yuxuan."

"Can we talk for a minute?" The other person, named Sikou Yuxuan, bowed respectfully. He was older than the person who claimed to be named Zuoren Zimo. Qiuzhen guessed that the person's age was in their early fifties. His face was neatly shaved. He didn't have a mustache, let alone a beard.

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Qiuzhen realized that what they were about to say must be something important. But he was worried that the conversation would be time-consuming. He wanted to get to Dafeisi Tower as soon as possible.

"It won't take long." Zuoren's face looked pitiful. Looked like he was tired.

"Okay!" Qiuzhen smiled politely. "Where should we talk?"

"Don't you want to get out of this station?" asked Zuoren.

"Indeed." Qiuzhen nodded. "I have to go somewhere else. But if I take the train from here, it will take me a very long time to get there. So I'll take another route."

The man named Sikou nodded. "Not far from the station entrance, there's a pretty big restaurant. The place is quite comfortable. We'll talk there."

The three of them walked towards the exit. The steps of the two of them were so fast. It reminded Qiuzhen of Shannchyuan and Yihshyong. Fortunately, Qiuzhen's stature was not short, so his footsteps were long. Qiuzhen had no trouble keeping up with the two people's steps.

The sun's rays dazzled Qiuzhen. Reflexively, he raised his hand to cover the top of his face. He continued to follow the two of them. Just as one of the two said. The place they proposed turned out to be very close to the entrance and exit of the subway station. Maybe it was not even fifty meters away.

It seems they are familiar with the situation in this place!

"What would you like to discuss with me?" Qiuzhen looked at the two of them as they sat inside the diner.

"You must be surprised that suddenly someone greeted you in the crowd at the station down there." Sikou once again bowed respectfully to Qiuzhen.

Qiuzhen chuckled. "The last few days, I've had a lot of strange things going on. So I guess I'm not surprised anymore when it comes to new surprises."

The waiter came to greet them. Qiuzhen just finished eating. It was natural that he didn't want to fill his stomach again for a while. The two people who took Qiuzhen there also had no intention of eating. The three of them just ordered drinks only.

The man with the thin mustache took out a business card. He gave the business card to Qiuzhen. It clearly stated that person's job.

"Ah! So, both of you are freelance journalists?"

The two of them nodded. The man whose face was shaved neatly also reached into his pocket. He handed a business card to Qiuzhen.

Qiuzhen smiled at the person's business card. The shape was not common, namely a square. "Nice to meet you both."

Do they want to interview me? About what?

"There are a few things we'd like to ask you." The tone of the man with the thin mustache turned much more serious. "About what happened to you the other day."

"What do you mean?" Qiuzhen still didn't understand what that person was going to talk about.

"A hostage-taking incident at a restaurant in Yangao." The person in his early fifties leaned forward.

About the incident in Yangao? I haven't seen it with my own eyes! There's nothing I can tell them.

"Oh! You're asking about what happened? I didn't know the news got here. People here rarely know anything about what happened in Yangao."

"We were also in Yangao, Sir, when the incident happened."

So they are from Yangao? But it seems they already know the ins and outs of this area?

Qiuzhen patted his forehead. "You are barking on the wrong tree. I was not at the restaurant when the criminals took the hostage."