Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 444 - 80_5

Chapter 444: Chapter 80_5

Li Zhiyuan stepped out of that door and entered another. This time, there were many people inside and it was bustling with activity—many students and police officers were searching the mountainside.

Among them, Li Zhiyuan also spotted Tan Wenbin.

A student beside him said, "Classmate, come and help us find the murderer!"

Li Zhiyuan ignored him and walked past.

When another student walked by, he repeated the same words: "Classmate, come and help us find the murderer!"

Li Zhiyuan still didn’t pay him any attention, but it was clear that Brother Bin, engrossed in the heat of the search, was already fully immersed in this scenario-based game.

Li Zhiyuan had no choice but to approach Tan Wenbin, who was searching with eagerness written all over his face.

He even muttered to himself, "Damn, Zhao Junfeng, where the hell are you hiding?"

When Tan Wenbin turned his head and saw Li Zhiyuan, he was taken aback, seemingly sensing that something was off, but he still spoke, "Classmate, come and help us..."

Li Zhiyuan raised his hand and, right across Tan Wenbin’s face, landed a slap.

"Smack!"

Tan Wenbin, covering his face, finally showed a glimpse of clarity in his eyes: "You are, Xiao Yuan?"

...

Meanwhile, back in reality, Yin Meng, who was supporting Tan Wenbin, looked oddly at Tan Wenbin’s face as it shifted to the left.

She could only reach out to try to adjust the other’s face.

Just as her hand was about to touch him, the other side of Tan Wenbin’s face also abruptly shifted, although the movement was difficult to understand, but it did realign.

...

Li Zhiyuan raised his hand and delivered another slap.

"Smack!"

Tan Wenbin, with both hands on his face, exclaimed joyfully, "Brother Xiao Yuan!"

He had fully awakened.

Li Zhiyuan didn’t use this method to embarrass Binbin on purpose; it was simply that under the state of traversing the Underworld, all of the Yin Family’s Twelve Skills and the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra" that he knew, each and every technique would be torture for Tan Wenbin, and without care, he could snuff him out right there.

Slapping the face was the choice with the lowest harm under the premise that it could be effective.

In any case, Binbin would understand and wouldn’t misinterpret it.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, I feel like I’ve had a really, really long dream. I was catching criminals in it!

Eh, have we come out now? Did you guys solve the problem while I was asleep?

So many people, and police officers dressed in old-fashioned uniforms, my dad used to wear that too."

"Brother Binbin, we’re still traversing the Underworld."

"Oh? Oh—oh~ oh!"

Tan Wenbin finally realized, "Whose memory is this? Oh right, I just seemed to have seen Wu Xinhui, and I even called him Chairman. Where has he gone now?"

"Brother Binbin, watch carefully, I’ll teach you."

Li Zhiyuan stepped to the right and a black line extended from under his feet, splitting the screen.

On the other side of the screen, the figures of Wu Xinhui and Zhao Junfeng appeared.

Tan Wenbin also shuffled to this side and found he hadn’t moved over, remaining in the original scene.

He began to jump, couldn’t make it over; he started to run, still in the original scene.

Li Zhiyuan stretched out his hand, grabbed him, he took advantage of the momentum, and finally squeezed through.

At this moment, Wu Xinhui, holding a dagger, was glaring at Zhao Junfeng with fierce intent.

Zhao Junfeng’s face was covered with panic and confusion, shouting loudly, "I didn’t kill, really, I didn’t kill anyone, not me, not me!"

Wu Xinhui remained silent, continuing to close in.

Zhao Junfeng continued to yell, "Why are you framing me, why are you framing me, why!"

Wu Xinhui: "Once you’re dead, all will be good, once you’re dead, no one will know!"

Saying so, Wu Xinhui lunged forward, stabbing into thin air. Zhao Junfeng quickly twisted Wu Xinhui’s arm in response, taking the dagger and gaining control of Wu Xinhui.

Tan Wenbin couldn’t help but whisper, "Zhao Junfeng is quite skilled."

Li Zhiyuan: "He has won martial arts awards."

In Sun Hongxia’s memory, Li Zhiyuan saw practice suits and awards.

"Hold it right there, Zhao Junfeng, you’re surrounded, drop the weapon, stop your violence..."

"I didn’t kill anyone, I didn’t kill, I didn’t..."

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out.

Zhao Junfeng was stunned, and in that moment, Wu Xinhui bumped back, causing Zhao Junfeng to lose balance and slip into the river behind.

In the scene, the policeman who fired the gun also seemed bewildered for a moment, his body swaying slightly.

Tan Wenbin said, "Brother Xiao Yuan, just then it seemed Zhao Junfeng wasn’t hit."

In pitch darkness, the other party was still holding a hostage, what kind of sharpshooter would dare to shoot directly at the "murderer"? The shot just now was likely just a warning shot out of dire urgency.

Wu Xinhui knelt on the ground, hands propping himself up, his face a picture of relief.

The memory scene ended here.

Li Zhiyuan took Tan Wenbin and left through this door.

One last door remained open, shedding light, and Li Zhiyuan and Tan Wenbin walked in.

In this scene, a young Mao Zhushan had pulled Zhao Junfeng from the river, and they were conversing.

"The newspapers said you were shot and fell into the water; now police and students are dredging for your body."

"I didn’t kill anyone, I really didn’t. It was Wu Xinhui, it was Wu Xinhui..."

Li Zhiyuan took another step sideways, a new scene dividing to one side, where in the scene, Mao Zhushan found Ran Qiuping, who looked ashen as if lifeless after seeing her daughter’s body.

"Preserve your daughter’s body well. Trust me, I have a way to bring your daughter back to life."

Both scenes began to collapse simultaneously.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, what’s happening?"

"The ritual is coming to an end."

"Then let’s hurry out of here."

Li Zhiyuan didn’t rush. Instead, he raised his hand, and the scenes on both sides started to fast forward. The final image was Mao Zhushan grinning as he personally killed Zhao Junfeng, and Ran Qiuping kneeling at Mao Zhushan’s feet, begging him to resurrect her daughter.