I deliver food in a bizarre world

She filtered keywords, cross-referenced massive amounts of information, and combined this with some non-public household registration change records that Zhou Mingyu had obtained through certain channels.

After some statistics and inquiries, it was finally discovered that among the seven people who were transferred, there was a female worker named "Zhao Guilan," and she found clues about her whereabouts.

After the car accident, she was transferred to a chronic disease sanatorium in a neighboring city that was almost completely isolated from the outside world at the time.

Records show that she died of organ failure a few years after entering the nursing home, and no immediate family members claimed her body.

What's even more chilling is that when Li Wenjing reviewed Zhao Guilan's original employment file, she found that the name she filled in for emergency contact was Wang Weidong.

In the morning, the client, Wang Jianguo, sent more detailed information to the firm. Wang Weidong is Wang Jianguo's father!

The clues have finally connected!

Everyone's spirits were lifted.

Wang Jianguo's father, Wang Weidong, and Zhao Guilan, the female worker who was secretly transferred back then, are very likely to be direct relatives!

There are two possibilities: one is that due to family bloodline, although the two have different surnames and may not be direct relatives, the relationship will not exceed three generations.

The second possibility is that Zhao Guilan may have left an item with Wang Weidong, which inadvertently ended up in Wang Jianguo's hands and became a beacon for the minibus to track him...

"We must speak with Wang Jianguo again as soon as possible!" Su Yifan said immediately. His years of experience as a police officer made him very perceptive. "There's a high chance that there are key items in his house that we don't know about!"

Chen Mo picked up his phone and dialed Wang Jianguo's number again.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and Wang Jianguo's trembling voice came through: "Ms. Li... Ms. Li..."

"I am Chen Mo, Mr. Wang. We have found some things that we need to confirm with you in person. These things are very important!" Chen Mo said seriously. "They are about your father, Wang Weidong, and a relative who may be named Zhao Guilan."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone. Several seconds later, Wang Jianguo replied.

"Zhao... Zhao Guilan? I know her, she is... the name of my aunt whom I've never met... My dad... he never allows us to mention her... Could she be related to this car?"

"It's hard to say. Did she leave anything behind?"

"Things...things...now that you mentioned it, I...I remembered!"

"There seems to be an old box she left behind in the house... but that was a long time ago, and it's always been locked in the attic... none of us in the family have ever opened it..."

Chen Mo immediately gestured for everyone to pack up and prepare to leave.

The staff looked at each other, but the somber atmosphere vanished, and they all sprang into action.

After asking a few simple questions, he hung up the phone.

Su Yifan pondered, "This is very likely the key! The reason why that minibus was tracking the client is very likely hidden in that box."

"The fact that the client's father strictly forbade family members to mention Zhao Guilan and even locked up her belongings speaks volumes," Li Wenjing added. "Under what circumstances would a family forbid even the mention of her name?"

"Did you have a fight?" Li Haojie asked tentatively.

Lin Xiao nodded: "Yes, but not entirely. It might be to avoid some trouble. Don't some parents always like to say things like 'It's for your own good'?"

Everyone paused, their expressions momentarily blank; this statement was indeed very East Asian.

"That box might hold clues to the truth of what happened back then. So we need to go to the client's house immediately to check that box."

Lin Xiao looked at Chen Mo: "To ensure safety, I suggest that everyone be mobilized after thorough preparation."

Chen Mo nodded: "Okay, get ready. We'll leave in five minutes. Jing-jie, go over the information about Zhao Guilan and that sanatorium again. We'll review it together on the way. The rest of you, check your equipment."

"Understood!" they all replied in unison and quickly got to work.

Five minutes later, the black SUV drove out again, heading straight for the Jinxiu Jiayuan residential community.

On the bus, Li Wenjing distributed the compiled materials to everyone.

According to records, the sanatorium where Zhao Guilan was transferred was closed more than 30 years ago. The original site has now been demolished and rebuilt into a commercial district, with no trace of the original site remaining.

Zhao Guilan's cause of death was organ failure, but the details are vague and ambiguous.

Even in an era when medical records were incomplete, it still seemed highly suspicious.

Su Yifan frowned as he looked at the documents: "Something's not right at all. The sanatorium is closed, records are missing, the cause of death is ambiguous... It's obvious they're trying to cover it up. Zhao Guilan must be hiding a big secret."

While driving, Zhou Mingyu asked, "If there are dangerous items in the box, do we need to prepare for quarantine measures?"

"We'll see how things go." Although Chen Mo was riding an electric scooter, he could hear everything clearly thanks to the microphone on the scooter. He immediately replied, "Let's find out what it is first."

The car quickly arrived at Wang Jianguo's building.

After last night's fright, Wang Jianguo looked even more haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well.

Seeing Chen Mo and the others was like seeing saviors; they quickly invited them into the house.

"The box... the box is in the attic upstairs, I'll take you there." Wang Jianguo's voice was hoarse as he led them up the narrow stairs.

"Are you living alone now? Where is your wife?"

"I sensed something was wrong a few days ago, so I made an excuse to let her take the children on a trip. Now that this has happened, I can't involve them..."

The attic was low, covered in dust, and piled with a lot of miscellaneous items.

In one corner, there was an old-fashioned dark brown camphor wood chest with a rusty brass lock hanging on it.

"This is it... My dad told me before he left, whatever you do, don't open this box..."

Wang Jianguo pointed at the box, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"Mr. Wang, for your safety, please do not stay on this floor for the time being. You can rest in the living room downstairs, but you'd better lock the door and do not come up no matter what noise you hear," Chen Mo said to Wang Jianguo.

Wang Jianguo felt like he had been granted a pardon and nodded hurriedly. His father was about to open something he desperately wanted to avoid, so he was naturally eager to get as far away from it as possible. Accompanied by Lin Xiao and Su Yifan, he decisively went downstairs.

Only four people remained in the attic. Dust swirled in the light streaming in through the skylight.

"There are so many things to complain about about this!" Li Haojie looked constipated.

"What's the problem?" The three of them looked over at the same time.

"Since Wang Weidong knew that something inside was wrong and that keeping it would bring disaster, why didn't he throw it away?"

"Is it possible that it was lost?" Chen Mo pointed to the impact marks on the surface of the box, his face showing a strange expression.

"Oh, that's alright then!"

Li Wenjing frowned slightly, then gasped.

"What's wrong?"

"Wang Weidong's information stated that he was killed by a minibus!"

Everyone gasped in unison, and the attic fell into an eerie silence.