Chapter 342: Chapter 340: Lu Xian! It’s Lu Xian

The security footage didn’t turn up anyone, so Su Miaoyi didn’t give it any more thought. The most important thing right now was to capture Lu Xian.

She studied the roads surrounding the two residential complexes.

They had people stationed on every road.

She looked at the area around their target road, paused, and then said, "The last thing I saw in my vision was Fan Hui on the ground. He tried to get up and run, but Lu Xian kicked him back down. Then, Lu Xian punched him in the back of the head. Fan Hui’s vision went black, and I was pulled out of the scene."

That was why she was a bit dazed when she came to, her head spinning.

"I just don’t know if that punch to the back of the head killed him," Su Miaoyi muttered.

"Lu Xian was there to kill Fan Hui. Even if that punch didn’t do it, he would have used some other way to finish him off," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "How good of a fighter is Fan Hui?"

"He’s terrible," Su Miaoyi said. "He’s a fast runner, but he’s not good at fighting. He’s strong but doesn’t know how to use his strength."

"Which means Lu Xian wouldn’t have let him go."

"Is Lu Xian a skilled fighter?" Su Miaoyi asked.

’Fan Hui was just so terrible that she couldn’t really tell from the vision whether Lu Xian was actually formidable.’

"He is."

"Compared to you?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"He’s not as good as me," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi nodded. ’That should make things a bit easier.’

’Besides, they had numbers on their side.’

Su Miaoyi fell silent for a moment. "After killing Fan Hui, Lu Xian will have to dispose of the body. That place is too close to the city center. If he wants to get rid of the body, what method would he use? He can’t just dump the body on the roadside before it’s even dark, can he?"

"He wouldn’t. At the very least, Lu Xian will make sure the body isn’t found before he leaves Jinghai," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Staring at the map, Su Miaoyi asked, "If it were you, how would you choose to dispose of the..."

Zhuang Yanzheng, who was driving, suddenly noticed she had trailed off mid-sentence. He glanced over and saw her staring down at her phone, completely motionless.

’Is she seeing something again?’

But this motionless state only lasted for about thirty seconds before Su Miaoyi suddenly gagged.

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced over again.

Su Miaoyi pressed a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes, steadying herself.

"Carsick?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

After taking a moment to recover, Su Miaoyi said, "No. Fan Hui is the one who’s dizzy."

It took Zhuang Yanzheng a second to understand what she meant. "What did you see?"

Su Miaoyi didn’t answer, just pressed her hand to her forehead and went still again.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her. ’What’s going on? Why does she keep having visions today?’

He kept his eyes on the road as he drove, glancing over at her from time to time.

He couldn’t recall her ever having visions this close together. Zhuang Yanzheng suddenly grew worried, wondering if she was seeing something or just feeling unwell.

He reached out and gently tapped her on the shoulder. "Su Miaoyi?"

Su Miaoyi didn’t respond.

Certain that she was indeed seeing something, he didn’t disturb her any further.

Five minutes later, Su Miaoyi jolted awake and gagged again. She covered her mouth, taking a moment to compose herself before looking at her surroundings.

Zhuang Yanzheng handed her a bottle of water from the center console.

"I’m fine." Su Miaoyi forced down the dizziness and nausea and opened the map on her phone.

"Lu Xian threw Fan Hui into the trunk of a car. Fan Hui was still conscious at the time," Su Miaoyi said, staring at the map. "As the trunk closed, Fan Hui saw a small, north-south road completely lined with ginkgo trees."

The car reversed into that small road from the north. Lu Xian threw Fan Hui in the trunk, then drove away, heading out from the north end.

"I also saw the license plate number," Su Miaoyi said, reciting it aloud.

Zhuang Yanzheng relayed the information over his headset, contacting his colleagues at the station and the traffic police division to have them run a check.

Su Miaoyi recalled what she had just seen in the vision. Fan Hui lay in the trunk, without even the strength to open his eyes. All he had left was a sliver of consciousness.

Yet, he was murmuring directions and times, his finger tracing on the metal of the car.

He had an excellent sense of direction. With his eyes closed, dizzy and nauseated, feeling as if he could die at any second, he could still discern the direction of travel.

The first direction Fan Hui murmured was "East." And his finger slowly traced an E on the car’s interior.

The sound was faint, so faint that only he could hear it.

And Su Miaoyi, who was sharing his senses.

Su Miaoyi looked at the map, tracing the eastbound route from that small road.

In the vision, Fan Hui quickly murmured a time—three minutes—then moved his finger to another spot and traced a 3.

Su Miaoyi estimated Lu Xian’s approximate speed, then calculated the time and distance.

’Three minutes to the east would put them at about an intersection.’

Then Fan Hui murmured "South," and his finger moved to another spot to write an S.

Following the directions and times Fan Hui gave, Su Miaoyi quickly calculated his route and pinpointed a location.

Because Fan Hui’s eyes were closed, the vision was always black.

The actual duration of her vision wasn’t long, but the total time she heard being counted off within it was far longer.

That was why the vision, while consistently dark, was choppy. She wasn’t seeing the entire journey in one continuous feed, only the moments when Fan Hui spoke the directions and times.

Su Miaoyi set the destination on her phone’s GPS for Zhuang Yanzheng.

"Here. That’s where we need to go. Lu Xian took Fan Hui here."

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at it and, without asking a single question, immediately made a U-turn and sped toward the location.

He also relayed the update over his headset.

He dispatched a few officers to the new location, telling the rest to stick to the original plan.

"This is another residential area," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

"It is."

Su Miaoyi was also wondering why Lu Xian would bring the man here.

"Fan Hui’s home."

"Fan Hui’s place."

They said in unison.

Zhuang Yanzheng said, "Either there’s something important at Fan Hui’s place, or Lu Xian wants to hide the body there, where it’s less likely to be found."

Su Miaoyi frowned. "This is an old residential complex. The management probably doesn’t even know who lives in which apartment. We’ll have to ask the residents, but won’t that risk tipping off our target?"

Zhuang Yanzheng didn’t say anything.

Su Miaoyi said, "Even though it’ll take us less time to get there than it took Lu Xian from Wan Tang District, there’s still a time gap. After all, I saw the journey after he’d already completed it. By the time we get there, Lu Xian might have already fled."

Zhuang Yanzheng still said nothing, but he pressed harder on the accelerator.

About ten minutes later, they arrived at the location Su Miaoyi had indicated.

After the pair got out of the car, Brother Zheng and Chu Xingrou arrived, followed shortly by several other police officers.

Zhuang Yanzheng briefed them on the current situation.

He assigned them the task of questioning the residents.

Su Miaoyi looked at the apartment buildings, one after another.

She didn’t know if it was an aftereffect of Fan Hui’s dizziness or if she was just seeing visions too frequently.

She felt waves of dizziness, and in those moments, the buildings seemed to be closing in on her.

She steadied herself against a nearby car and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, the image of a door appeared in her mind’s eye.

The number plate on it read: 502.

The vision flashed past. She opened her eyes and looked toward the apartment buildings.

’Which building, which unit’s 502?’

Just as she was about to tell Zhuang Yanzheng and the others, Brother Zheng suddenly yelled.

Everyone turned to look at him, following the direction of his outstretched finger. He was so agitated that his hand was trembling.

Following his finger, they saw a car drive past. They only saw the body of the car, not who was inside.

Brother Zheng opened his mouth and shouted, "Lu Xian! That’s Lu Xian in the car! I saw him clearly, it was him!"

Without a word, everyone instantly scrambled into their cars.

Su Miaoyi sat in the passenger seat as Zhuang Yanzheng slammed on the accelerator, peeling out to give chase...

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