Enforcer Manual
Chapter 808 - 806: Curiosity about everything will only harm you

Chapter 808: Chapter 806: Curiosity about everything will only harm you

Song Lan had a nightmare last night.

In the dream, an assassin disguised as a janitor knocked on his door.

Just like countless thriller movies, the newcomers invite trouble with their careless actions, becoming targets of the assassin.

The assassin mentioned that if it weren’t for his meddling, that third-rate actor Grella should have long jumped off the rooftop.

After getting rid of him, the meddler, he would go for Roger and Zhuang Chi.

By dawn, their names would be headlining the news in District Four.

Unfortunately, Mr. Janitor couldn’t complete his plan in the end.

Several months later, Song Lan had to return to his old ways, taking advantage of the dark and windy night to transport the body to a place far from the hotel. This was particularly challenging in District Four, where surveillance cameras were everywhere, and the streets were bustling even at two in the morning...

Luckily, Mr. Dorago Safron provided Song Lan with experience and strength.

He felt more and more adept at it.

The next day, when the Law Enforcers found the body, they did not come to the hotel; their investigation was centered around Sunset Boulevard. The three of them saw the cordoned-off street during their walk, and all filming was forced to a halt for the day.

"Chief, why do you seem so preoccupied today?"

Zhuang Chi, who had been watching Song Lan for a while, asked curiously.

"The security environment in this city is far from as good as advertised online. It’s really too dangerous."

Song Lan sighed.

From a mathematical perspective, he had made a significant contribution to the city’s public safety.

If the three of them had been ordinary, defenseless people, District Four might have had three more bodies today; his efforts had reduced the death toll from three to one, the only consolation he could find.

But there were still many unsolved mysteries in his heart.

From the janitor’s few words, it wasn’t difficult to guess that Grella’s initial intention to jump might also have been induced by the janitor, but the question was, why would a janitor want to trouble Grella?

The janitor was tight-lipped, confessing nothing and taking all his secrets to the grave.

Of course, this might also have something to do with the fact that Song Lan never gave him a chance to explain.

With the buyer gone and concerned for the safety of the founder of Kolo Film Industry, they too had given up any intention to get involved in the case. Consequently, life in District Four suddenly seemed aimless.

Zhuang Chi suggested they take a walk in the streets during the day when there were fewer people around, just like real tourists.

"About that..."

Zhuang Chi hesitated, "Chief, have you heard of the ’Detective Physique’? It’s when wherever someone goes, people die."

In "Doubtful Case Pursuit," the famous detective August Quinn possessed the Detective Physique. People joked that even if he went downstairs to drink a coffee, he could stumble upon a convoluted serial murder case.

"What kind of physique? I’ve never heard of such a thing."

Song Lan looked away, "In such a big city, it’s perfectly normal for one or two people to die every day."

Roger also stepped forward to speak fairly, "Zhuang Chi, if there really is such a curse, it must be you. Think about it, all this started after you contacted Mikaela."

Facing the onslaught from the two, Zhuang Chi was rendered speechless for a moment.

She admitted that her financial luck was a bit bad, but murder cases were a completely different matter, weren’t they?

The three aimlessly strolled around Sunset Boulevard and returned to the hotel entrance.

In fact, they didn’t know where to go, especially after two consecutive murders had occurred nearby.

Just as they entered the hotel, a familiar face, reeking of alcohol, staggered up to them.

Director Powell.

A bald, middle-aged greasy man, he had the kind of face and temperament that, once seen, was indelibly etched into memory.

The "great director" was clearly drunk, moving unsteadily, which was why he nearly bumped into the trio.

Even in his drunken stupor, Powell did not forget his purpose. Upon seeing Roger and Zhuang Chi, his eyes lit up and he slurred, "You, you’ve got potential. I’ve got a perfect script in hand, the roles in it are tailor-made for you. Trust me, it will, it will be a hit. My name is Powell, everyone around here knows me..."

His hand reaching into his inside jacket pocket suddenly stopped.

He stared with bleary eyes, moved closer to the group, then he abruptly recoiled as if he had seen something terrifying, stumbling a few steps backward and falling to the ground, shouting, "Don’t, don’t come any closer. I don’t know you, I don’t know anything! It wasn’t me!"

Powell’s flailing and squirming caught the attention of those nearby.

People in the area indeed knew him, and after recognizing that the man sitting on the ground was Powell, they lost interest and looked away.

Powell was a drunkard, and whenever his work was rejected, he would throw a fit of drunken madness.

Then, once sobered up, he would continue to dream of becoming an overnight success as a director.

Yet this scene raised suspicion in the attentive Zhuang Chi.

Even though a drunkard raving mad would usually spout all the grievances in his heart, they didn’t know him at all; they hadn’t even exchanged a word before, so why did he act as if he’d seen a ghost?

"What didn’t you do?"

"It wasn’t me; I don’t know anything!"

"Tell me now!"

Seeing Powell throwing a tantrum on the ground, Zhuang Chi had a flash of inspiration and deliberately showed a menacing face, "Or else I’ll be harsh with you."

"I, I told him about you guys. I didn’t mean to!"

Zhuang Chi wanted to ask more, but Powell let out a strange cry, scrambled to his feet, and ran towards his apartment on the first floor, leaving his unfinished bottle of liquor on the ground, its contents spilled out.

Some kindhearted onlookers advised the trio not to bother with Powell, saying that he always acted this crazy when drunk, and they also called the drunkard an outright fraudster, claiming that his promised scripts would never see the silver screen. However, there were always newcomers who fell for his deception.

Zhuang Chi didn’t chase after Powell to his apartment. She noted the incident in her mind, and after going upstairs, she returned to her room.

Song Lan felt an ominous premonition.

A quarter of an hour later, his premonition turned into reality.

Zhuang Chi had sent the details of her investigation to the group chat. She had hacked into Powell’s computer, using an AI voice changer to scare him, and the scaredy-cat had indeed spilled everything.

Last night, he was the last person to see the cleaner.

The cleaner had asked him about Song Lan and the others and even revealed their room number to the enquirer.

Then the cleaner was dead, her body dumped in the alleyway amongst the garbage.

No wonder Powell had been so scared of them earlier; he thought the cleaner was murdered by them.

"This is a misunderstanding."

Zhuang Chi rapidly entered her assessment. Although the death of the cleaner was unrelated to them, Powell had provided them with a piece of critical information:

"Chief, it’s very likely that this hotel is the scene of the first crime!"

This declaration, akin to that of a renowned detective, deeply pierced Song Lan’s eyes.

Comrade Zhuang Chi,

Curiosity will only get you in trouble.

He very much wanted the other party to understand this simple yet earnest truth.