Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

The Night Wanderer's Office, the small courtyard where Zhou Qingfeng lives.

Ah Gou and Jin Wei, who had been keeping a close watch on them, were sent back to explain the situation.

Upon receiving the news, Zhou Qingfeng frowned immediately: "You mean, Niu Erlang and Yun Li are both dead?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Wei cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Commander-in-Chief. Commander Ye and I followed Feng Manlou all the way to Niu Erlang's hiding place. We waited outside for a long time, and after Feng Manlou left, we broke in."

"It was discovered by accident that Niu Erlang had hanged himself. He had been dead for a long time, and his body had already decomposed."

After hearing what Jin Wei had said, A Gou also bowed and clasped his hands, saying, "Commander, the situation is the same for both Commander Xiao and me. Yun Li committed suicide by drawing his sword and has been dead for some time. Commander Xiao is asking you what to do next."

Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath, feeling as if he had punched cotton.

Most people would be furious, extremely frustrated, and fall into self-doubt.

But Zhou Qingfeng wouldn't be like that. His will was as firm as a rock, and he dared to take on challenges. Setbacks would not discourage him; on the contrary, they would only fuel his fighting spirit. Only by defeating the strong could he feel satisfied.

My father often taught me that the business world is like a battlefield. When faced with unexpected situations, it is better to remain still than to act. Seek opportunities in stillness, turn passivity into initiative, and firmly grasp the initiative.

Zhou Qingfeng calmed himself down and said, "Don't touch the bodies, everyone come back!"

Ah Gou and Jin Wei exchanged a glance and left as ordered.

A moment later, Xiao Hongyun and Ye Tingxiu gathered in the courtyard and sat around the stone table to drink tea and quench their thirst.

Now that the perpetrator is dead, there is no way to verify the facts. It can be said that we have completely lost this game. No matter how hard we try to salvage it, the case is now closed, and the situation is hopeless. There is no way to break it.

Xiao Hongyun racked his brains, his hair disheveled from pulling at his hands: "Damn it, plans can't keep up with changes. The culprit's mother was already dead. Now look what's happened, the cooked duck has flown out of the pot."

Ye Tingxiu scratched his face impatiently. Thinking was never his forte, and now that he was in a dead end, he was so anxious that he scratched his head and fidgeted: "Damn it, Lao Zhou, say something! What are you standing there pretending to be cool for?"

Their achievements were at stake, and they were even more anxious than Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng already had achievements to show for himself, and even if the case were closed, he would still have a chance to win the championship in the assessment. But it was different for them.

Zhou Qingfeng gazed at the crimson moon overhead, his hands behind his back. Upon hearing this, he turned around and looked at Ye Tingxiu speechlessly. This little bastard's words were truly infuriating. He was thinking, did he understand? How did he become a show-off?

However, after spending time with him recently, I've come to know that Ye Tingxiu is just like that—straightforward and unable to keep his mouth shut. He doesn't actually mean any harm, so I'm too lazy to argue with him. It's more important to focus on the important matters.

"I expect someone will come to report the case soon, and our Night Patrol Division will be able to collect the body and close the case."

"You'll see what I'm going to do then."

"Don't worry, I definitely won't let you work for nothing." Zhou Qingfeng kept his solution to the situation to himself and didn't reveal it to anyone beforehand.

Xiao Hongyun and Ye Tingxiu exchanged a glance, their faces full of doubt. They didn't understand what Zhou Qingfeng was up to, but seeing Zhou Qingfeng's confident and composed demeanor, it didn't seem like he was faking it.

So Ye Tingxiu chose to trust Zhou Qingfeng, stood up, and said while holding the hilt of his knife, "Alright, Lao Zhou, just say the word if you need anything. I'm going on night patrol. Maybe I'll get lucky and catch that vampire, which would be a great achievement."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly and watched Ye Tingxiu leave.

Xiao Hongyun couldn't help but ask curiously, "Old Zhou, give me a little hint. You know I'm very tight-lipped. If you tell me, no third person will know. I won't even tell Old Ye."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled and watched Xiao Hongyun without saying a word.

Xiao Hongyun felt a little embarrassed by the stares, and awkwardly touched his nose, saying, "Fine, I won't say anything then. Anyway, I'm not curious. Let's go to sleep. My eyelids are hurting from all this surveillance these past few days."

Only after the two left and the courtyard returned to its quiet state did Zhou Qingfeng return to his room, sit cross-legged, concentrate his mind and calm his breath, holding the "Eating Turbidity Hand Seal" and inhaling and exhaling the turbid energy that had traveled between heaven and earth.

Two days later, as expected, a "passerby" came to report that a dead body had been found. When asked why, the person said that the body smelled too strong, so they called the police to investigate. Upon entering the house, they discovered that it was the body of the perpetrator.

The bodies of the two perpetrators were transported to the Night Patrol Division.

After taking a look and confirming that it was the body of the perpetrator, Zhou Qingfeng personally delivered the body to the crematorium.

The crematorium, a subordinate agency under the jurisdiction of the Night Wanderer's Office, specializes in tasks involving the collection, examination, sewing, and cremation of corpses, which are considered to be associated with death. People frequently die in various terrifying and bizarre events within the crematorium.

Therefore, the people who work at the cremation office do not live more than two years. They are usually free of outsiders.

After the body was moved to the morgue, Jin Wei gestured to the four body handlers that they could leave.

The coroner was left alone to await Zhou Qingfeng's orders.

Zhou Qingfeng reached out and lifted the white sheet covering the corpse, saying calmly, "What's your name? Did you cultivate? What position do you hold?"

The coroner's face was deathly pale, like a dead man. He cupped his hands and replied, "Commander Zhou, my name is Ren Wuji. I am currently at the Turbidity Realm and am the only coroner at the Cremation Bureau. I had two colleagues last year, but they are both dead."

Zhou Qingfeng hummed in agreement: "Free and unrestrained, without any taboos, a good name. You can check it out and see how they died."

Upon hearing this, the coroner Ren Wuji immediately clasped his hands in greeting and bowed to acknowledge the order, then reached out to examine the corpse.

Jin Wei whispered in his ear: "New people come and go in the crematorium, but almost none of them live more than two years. This person is the only one who has been here since he was a child and is still alive. He has handled at least 80,000 to 100,000 corpses."

"His master died while he was alive, which shows how incredibly strong his destiny is. Moreover, he is indeed exceptionally skilled and has his own unique secret techniques; otherwise, he would have died long ago."

"He once had the opportunity to be transferred to a position within the department, but he refused. Guess why he refused? You wouldn't believe it, this guy actually said that he preferred dealing with corpses to dealing with people."

Ren Wuji was disemboweling the corpse, looking down to check for internal injuries: "Jin Xiaoqi, I can hear you, why don't you speak a little louder?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Wei stiffened, his face showing embarrassment, and he took a half step back without saying another word.

Zhou Qingfeng chuckled softly, finding Ren Wuji rather interesting: "Why insist on staying at the crematorium when there are better places to go?"

Ren Wuji removed the heart, held it in his hand and played with it, a chilling smile on his face: "The most important thing in life is to be happy, don't you think, Commander Zhou?"

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the heart in Ren Wuji's hand, then at the disemboweled corpse, and felt a strange chill: "Of course, life is short, happiness is the most important thing. So, what are the results of the autopsy?"

Ren Wuji placed the heart on the plate: "Reporting to Commander Zhou, it was suicide."

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said meaningfully, "No, he didn't commit suicide, he was murdered."