Two officers called in a local police officer from Taicang Street to show them the way and drove towards the massage parlor.

Their car had just driven away from the entrance of the residential area.

Zhang Jiangming also came out from the stairwell.

He held his phone and whispered, "The two of them are probably headed to the massage parlor. Are you sure there's no problem there?"

On the phone, a confident voice replied, "Don't worry, it's clean, there absolutely will be no problems."

Reassured by this response,

Zhang Jiangming hung up the phone and sighed deeply.

He then told his subordinate, "Let's go, back to the station."

Around 7:30 in the morning.

"Pink Rose Massage" at the entrance.

This massage shop, located down a small alley, was a place where anyone with a bit of experience could tell that the physical massage was just for show, the real massaging was of the soul.

Yu Zhengchuan knocked on the door for a long time, but no one opened it.

Just when everyone thought they might have to come back in the evening, the noise from the rolling door annoyed the lady across, who opened her window and shouted, "What are you knocking for so early in the morning? The little wench isn't even here yet."

Right after she finished scolding,

she saw a police officer in uniform at the scene,

startled, she was about to close the window.

But Chen Fang quickly stopped her.

He asked, "Madam, what time does the owner usually open the shop?"

Chen Fang, having been in the official circles for so long, still carried a certain natural authority. Dressed in his administrative jacket, the lady glanced at him and meekly said, "Usually after 2 p.m."

"Does she open every day?"

Chen Fang continued to ask.

The lady thought for a moment and said, "Usually, yes, but if you knocked that hard, she should have heard you."

"Does she live inside?"

Chen Fang asked, surprised.

The lady nodded and then closed the window.

Since the person was living inside and hadn't responded to such persistent knocking, suddenly, Chen Fang got a bad feeling.

There was a window on the side of the massage shop, which was also tightly closed at the moment.

Chen Fang thought for a moment, then said to Yu Zhengchuan, "Break the window!"

Yu Zhengchuan picked up a rock and smashed the window. After opening it, he jumped inside. After a while, he climbed back out and said, "There's no one inside, I checked the bedroom too, all personal items are still there, doesn't look like someone left for a long trip."

This being the case,

they could only wait and see.

As the group was preparing to leave, suddenly, someone behind them yelled, "Officer Wang, Officer Wang..."

The local officer who had accompanied them turned and saw a middle-aged man. He quickly said to Chen Fang and Pei Shanglian, "This is Captain Qi from our local defense team, Captain Qi, these two are leaders from the city office."

Captain Qi greeted the two leaders.

He pulled Officer Wang aside and whispered something in his ear.

After hearing it, Officer Wang frowned and said, "Reporting every pair of underwear found by the roadside... really, focus on real matters next time."

Upon hearing this,

Captain Qi nodded apologetically again and again.

At this moment, Chen Fang sensed something unusual.

He asked, "What was that about underwear just now?"

Officer Wang hurriedly replied with a smile, "Leader, it's nothing serious. Around 2 a.m. last night, Captain Qi and his patrol found a pair of underwear, nothing worth mentioning."

"Where is the underwear?"

Chen Fang inquired.

Captain Qi took a plastic bag out of his pocket.

Chen Fang grabbed it for a closer look and asked, "Where was it found? What happened before you found it?"

Seeing the leader's interest, Captain Qi eagerly responded, "Leader, let me take you there."

On the way to that section of the road, Captain Qi detailed what had happened.

Last night, while the four of them were on patrol, someone heard what sounded like a woman's cry for help and chased after the source of the sound.

When they arrived, they found no one but picked up a pair of panties on the ground.

A few people arrived at the scene.

At the spot where the panties were discovered, Chen Fang clearly found tire tracks.

Yu Zhengchuan also found a blood-stained stick in the nearby grove, an unexpected discovery that gave Chen Fang a bad feeling about the situation.

"Do you suspect these panties belong to Fang Xiumei?"

Pei Shanglian asked.

Chen Fang nodded and said, "It's possible."

"I'll call Zhang Jiangming right away."

Pei Shanglian was just about to take out his phone.

Chen Fang grabbed his hand and said, "No, just yesterday we went to Song Yan's house, and it caught fire. No sooner had we mentioned pulling Fang Xiumei's records than she disappeared. This is enough to prove the issue."

Upon hearing this, Pei Shanglian hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Secretary Chen, it definitely wasn't me, absolutely not me..."

"I didn't say it was you. That photo had just entered the police station, and someone acted before we did. This indicates that there is a mole within the police force, and this mole is connected to the matters of Song Yan and Shi Ming."

"What should we do then? We can't avoid dealing with the police internal affairs if we want to handle the case,"

Pei Shanglian said.

Chen Fang thought for a moment.

He said, "With a mole inside the police and potential issues with Oujian as well, it seems likely they are all connected. Given that Guyang City's bureau is unreliable, let's have it transferred to Wulan City's bureau—I'll ask Secretary Zhao for help…"

After finishing his thoughts,

Chen Fang made a call to Zhao Yiping.

Zhao Yiping readily agreed to Chen Fang's request over the phone.

Thus, Chen Fang sent Yu Zhengchuan with the bloodied stick and the panties straight to Wulan City.

The case was becoming more and more bizarre.

The fire at Song Yan's house indicated a significant problem with Song Yan's robbery case.

The disappearance of Fang Xiumei indirectly suggested there were secrets hidden behind Shi Ming's death.

The photo showing the two together indicated that they had known each other for a long time, yet died in different cases, which was too much of a coincidence.

Honestly, Chen Fang had been in politics for a long time.

This case was also the most mysterious and challenging one he had encountered so far.

Knock, knock, knock.

A series of knocks sounded.

"Come in!"

Chen Fang called out.

The door was pushed open, and the office director, Qiao Hao, walked in with a grin.

"Director Qiao, what's the matter?"

Chen Fang asked.

Qiao Hao was holding a cardboard box and said, "Secretary Chen, I went down to pick up a parcel, and just happened to see that a parcel you ordered had arrived, so I brought it over."

"A parcel? What parcel?"

Chen Fang asked.

Qiao Hao did not answer but simply placed it on the table, saying, "Secretary Chen, I was worried that leaving this item on the parcel shelf for others to see might not look good. Don't worry, I will keep it confidential for you. I'm leaving now."

After speaking,

he quickly took his leave.

What's going on here?

I didn't order anything, so where did this parcel come from? Even if there is a parcel, what could it contain that shouldn't be seen?

Chen Fang picked up the box and glanced at the delivery slip on it, suddenly stunned.

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