Star Trace Gate

From the time the patrol handed out the paper and pen until Little Bad King finished writing his "Daily Tasks," it took only half an incense stick of time. He didn't want to stand out too much, so he didn't turn in his paper first, but instead carefully checked it several times.

Why can he treat this internal investigation so calmly?

Li Xiaopang's thoughts were exactly the same. He had been waiting for this to happen for days, and he had long anticipated that the patrol would launch an internal investigation. Because the other party had so few clues, a covert investigation would leave no room for further investigation. But the traitor had already been identified: a guard in the Sky Prison. Therefore, a deception through an internal investigation was the only way to obtain new information and leads, and it was inevitable that this step would be taken sooner or later.

However, there are many ways to conduct internal investigations. It could be questioning a single individual or a group of people; it could be anonymous reporting; and of course, having all guards submit a unified behavioral report is another method. However, these methods and investigative logic are largely similar to the systematic modern criminal investigation of Blue Star.

Although Little Bad King didn't know what method Xuntang would eventually use to conduct an internal investigation, he had already foreseen this matter in his mind and had already thought about what kind of "confession" he should give.

All his rescue preparations, actions, and implementation on the day of the incident were completed under the assumption that he was already under suspicion and was being interrogated. This inner assumption ensured that every one of his actions was completely genuine and normal.

For example, the reason he went to the utility room to create the plan for the stickers was because he had to go there to get tools. This was his job, something he did every day, and he would later use the tools he had retrieved. Another example was when he went to the kitchen to stuff the antidote into the dinner plate, it happened to be during lunch break. His main purpose was the same as everyone else's: to eat, and stuffing the antidote into the plate was just a side job...

Given these legitimate motives, he could faithfully record nine-tenths of the truth in his "Daily Job Log," omitting only the one convenient lie. Not to mention Zhao Haochen's inability to discern the clues, even Di Renjie would be moved to tears after reading this diligent and unpretentious jailer's work record. He truly toils like a mule, and deserves a raise.

The most important thing is that his diligence was not only evident on the day the crime occurred, but he did this every day.

Therefore, he was very calm about the internal investigation, and although he wrote very quickly, he did not stand out as the first to submit his paper. Instead, he chose to follow the crowd in a very mediocre way, neither fast nor slow.

When he was about to "hand in the paper", he looked up and saw the fat boy with a sallow face and a bitter and foul taste in his mouth.

He is the powerful and mysterious leader of the three-person criminal group, and he has a very high perspective, so it is natural to guess how nervous and scared Xiaopang is at this moment.

The Little Bad King took his daily errand book, thought for a moment, and prepared to "give some advice" to his fat teammate.

As he walked towards the main entrance of the errand room, he transmitted his voice, "Brother Li, this prison commander is your grandson, and one of the four leaders of the clan hall is your second uncle... Why are you looking so nervous right now? The more nervous you are, the more likely you are to forget many details of your duties... If you don't write them down, or write them wrong, the patrol officer will think you're lying. Just write it down carefully and truthfully... As long as you don't lie and get caught on the spot... Even if your behavior is a little unusual, it won't be a big deal. After all, no one is a god who can remember every day's behavior so vividly...!"

"Besides, your eldest grandson Fusheng is the prison warden. Even if you went to a brothel to listen to music while on duty, he would cover up for you. After all, you are all family. If you made a mistake, he would also be embarrassed."

"Write, I'm going out first."

These two sentences from Little Bad King were incredibly insightful, practically giving Little Fatty a "clear answer." He had been a shadowy presence in the three-man criminal gang, and had been secretly studying Little Fatty with the storyteller daily, so naturally, he knew many details of Little Fatty's actions that night. So, he was subtly telling Little Fatty Li that there were many people watching in the prison, and that there was a high probability that someone had witnessed what he had done. He must not lie, or else it would only lead to more trouble...

Just write "truthfully", even if there are some abnormalities in your behavior, as long as you are not caught and there is no evidence, no one will dare to touch you, let alone torture you, no matter how connected you are to the Li family.

Sure enough, after hearing what Little Bad King said, Fatty Li, who had been cheated out of a large sum of money for his crimes by the mysterious leader, was inspired and said gratefully, "Thank you, but I'm not nervous, I'm just a little sleepy..."

"Okay, then you write it." Ren Ye replied briefly, then handed in the paper and left the office.

Fat Li retracted his gaze, suddenly grasping the key point of Ren Ye's words. He suddenly remembered that his eldest grandson was the prison administrator, and if any emergency occurred, he would definitely help him clean up. While his insistence on staying in the prison administrator's room that night might seem like a violation on his part, his eldest grandson was actually also responsible for failing to supervise him properly.

He immediately changed his mind. If he were the great Sun Fusheng, what would he write? Also, did anyone see him lingering in the prison cell that day? Or when did they see him?

He thought carefully for a while, then smiled confidently and calmly, and slowly began to write.

Not long after, he handed in his paper and left.

As Fatty Li walked out of the office, he heard Li Fusheng's voice transmission, "I left first that night, but you didn't. Did you write it?"

"How the hell can I write this?!" Fatty Li immediately retorted righteously, "The core room is the most important crime scene, and that broken dragon pillar is the only key to it. It's so sensitive. If I write it down, and you rush off after finishing your mission, leaving me alone in the prison room, wouldn't that just be asking for trouble? This is a violation of the rules, and you'll definitely be punished later..."

"Alas, Grandpa is so worried about you. At such a critical moment, he even helped you lie. I didn't write it. I just wrote that it was almost sunset that day. I changed my clothes and left."

He spoke very precisely and righteously.

Li Fusheng was about to get angry because it was Little Fatty's grandfather who had insisted on staying in his prison control room to wait for someone, which had led him to assume that he was somewhere he shouldn't be, thus leaving him vulnerable to punishment. But when he heard that he was so thoughtful and considerate, he felt a warm feeling in his heart, and his anger subsided.

"Thank you, Grandpa Xu." Fusheng showed a simple and honest expression as if he had just put on crutches.

"Stop talking nonsense. Give grandpa some more pocket money when you have time." Fat Li turned away.

"Oh, by the way, Grandpa...did you accompany me to the center room of the formation that day?" Li Fusheng asked again worriedly.

"I wrote it down. I can't lie about that because the jailer in charge of the handover was with me the whole time." Fatty Li said in a stern tone, "It's my first day here, so what's wrong with getting familiar with the environment with my eldest grandson? And there was a third person present, and there were many witnesses... I'm a decent person, I'm honest, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Yes, Grandpa, you're so smart. Although this matter is slightly against the rules, you can't lie." Li Fusheng suddenly felt that Grandpa Xu was very steady and his IQ was also online. "I will write the same thing later."

"Don't cause me any trouble in the future. I'm leaving." Li Xiaopang scolded him and left the office with lingering fear.

……

Little Bad King originally wanted to go to the ruined temple at noon today to find the storyteller, so as to obtain the Taoist robes required to enter the Tianzi No. 1 Enlightenment Academy, as well as necessary items such as the disguise pill, because he had already agreed with the other party last night to ask Xiaopang to prepare and send these things this morning.

However, starting this morning, the patrol hall and the court had been conducting an internal investigation together. Although he could have taken advantage of the lunch break to leave, leaving now would have been rather conspicuous. A true criminal master must be adept at hiding himself among the general public. To put it bluntly, he wanted to be ignored and neglected.

He thought about it carefully and decided that it would be better to stay put and do whatever he needed to do in the afternoon.

He waited until the afternoon roll call before leaving the prison with the others. He secretly followed Li Xiaopang from a distance and secretly arrived near the small dilapidated temple.

He squatted behind a weed-covered slope and saw two core members of the gang meeting each other and whispering as they took out a series of tools for committing crimes. The little bad king was very pleased to see them busy.

"Leave the things I use in the well, and then you and him go first. I will go into the Wudao Temple alone later." Ren also secretly conveyed a message to the storyteller.

"Okay. The disguise pill prepared for you is in the shape of a bearded old man wearing a conical hat, with a black mole on the lower left corner of his mouth. This way, your face and eyes can be concealed, and you will not reveal the facial features of a blind man." The storyteller replied.

"You're very meticulous." Ren also praised and asked, "Didn't Fatty Li ask why you two had to prepare three sets of clothes?"

"I told him in advance that he and I should each prepare two sets of clothes to avoid accidental exposure of our identities. We can use the other set to escape. He thinks I am steady and is willing to spend more money to buy safety..." The storyteller responded in shocking detail.

"Oh, it's really a big disaster in my little fat brother's life to have met you." Ren Ye sighed speechlessly.

"Don't say that. We're both in this win-win situation." The storyteller corrected him, saying, "I'll secretly hide the other set of clothes here. You can come and get them yourself."

"Okay." Ren replied.

After the two of them talked, the storyteller carefully discussed the plan with Li Xiaopang again, and then took the opportunity to send the latter away, hid his luggage, and finally the two of them walked towards the village in a low-key manner.

Ren also squatted in the wilderness and waited for a full hour before he went to the dry well himself, took out the package containing the luggage, and put it into his consciousness.

……

In the evening, the afternoon preaching class at Tianzi No. 1 Courtyard in Xuwang Village officially ended. Nearly a thousand students left in groups of three or five, or walked together to the dining hall of Wudao Courtyard for meals.

The grand and ancient Wudao Academy was filled with the noisy sounds of people chatting and talking.

In a stinking dry toilet, Ren Ye changed into the Wudaoyuan Taoist robes and used a disguise pill to transform his appearance, transforming into an old man in his sixties or seventies, wearing a bamboo hat, with white hair and a beard. Although his attire looked a bit strange, it was not particularly noticeable among the thousands of demons and monsters in Wudaoyuan. After all, there were even alien races with horse-faced bodies and human bodies here, with a variety of habits and unique clothing styles.

The most important thing is that the hat can well cover up the important feature that Ren Ye is blind.

The Little Bad King covered his face with a white veil under a bamboo hat and followed the crowd into the kitchen of Wudao Temple.

He waited for a while, and then saw two more people walk in together, one was a scholar with a dull face, and the other was an obese young man.

They squatted at the door for a long time and picked out two unlucky storytellers in disguise and Li Xiaopang.

The storyteller, disguised as a scholar, only slightly released his awareness before secretly transmitting a message to Ren Ye: "We saw the scholar and the fat man leaving, so we decided to disguise ourselves as them. Everything went smoothly."