Breaking the Title

Su Mo stood up immediately with inspiration and took a turn around the business street. Ten minutes later, he finally found a high-end toy store.

Wearing a mask, he walked into the toy store.

An hour later, he was driving around the city buying all kinds of strange things, most of which were bought at hardware stores.

It was not until around 9 pm that Su Mo returned to the archives.

Over the next two days, Su Mo kept doing various small experiments and learning to play with a certain toy.

This Frankenstein-like life made him feel very interesting, very focused, and very involved.

Until the next night, he sat in a chair, looking at the toy in front of him, his face full of excitement:

"So that's how it is. It's not difficult at all, but if you can't think of the key point, you'll never be able to unravel the mystery.

I guess the police must be at their wits' end, hmm, to be honest, they probably can't think of it.

Oh, I suddenly thought of a problem, now that I've solved this puzzle, how do I let the leader know?

Send a message? Leave a message?

No no no, that's not my style, it makes me look stupid.

Suddenly I feel a little itchy, why don't I just imitate the crime, it would be nice to kill a few people to liven things up!

That's right, that's what I'll do, I have to hurry up and pick my targets now, hahaha..."

At midnight, Wang Jian was playing on his computer at home. He had been very busy recently, busy looking at private messages.

Since he returned from Lin'an, he was almost no longer suspected online of being a private detective.

And his reputation was quite positive, mainly because the facts were like iron and no one could refute them.

So during this time, many people sent him private messages, almost all asking him to help out, for example:

"Brother Jian, I suspect my wife is cheating on me, can you help investigate? I will be very grateful after it's done. Contact number..."

"Jian brother, I've been separated from my younger brother for almost twenty years. I've been looking for him all these years but there's been no news. Can you help me?"

"Jian, I suspect there's been a murder next door, but I dare not call the police for fear of retaliation. Can you help investigate?

Here's the thing, I used to hear 'screaming' from next door every night, domestic violence, I thought it was still okay.

But recently, the screams are gone, there's only the sound of rummaging. I suspect the woman was killed and her body is hidden next door. I'm so scared.

Contact number..."

Although seeing so many people sending him private messages made Fatty feel a great sense of accomplishment and vanity.

But he was no private investigator at all, let alone investigate anything, so he could only fob them off one by one.

For example, he replied to the one who suspected a murder next door: "Brother, think about it, is it possible,

that what you heard wasn't screaming, but the couple next door playing poker?"

Just as Wang Jian was fobbing them off one by one, a familiar profile picture flashed, and he instantly sat up straight and carefully opened the message.

"Let's chat on xx software."

Wang Jian immediately found xx software, and sure enough, when he opened the software, he saw a friend request prompt which he immediately accepted.

Then he saw the other party send a message:

"Help me buy 4 of these, remember, order 1 online, buy 1 in the city center, and buy 2 in 2 places outside the city.

Can't buy the same brand, can't go to chain stores, can't let people know.

When you've bought them all, put the stuff at xxxxx"

Below the text were several pictures, the specific looks of the things that needed buying.

Wang Jian was very confused. He really didn't understand why the Midnight Judge would buy these things. No matter how he thought about it, it seemed strange.

But he didn't dare ask too much, and just asked: "Okay, I'll take care of it tomorrow."

Seeing no further reply, Wang Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even chatting with the Judge made him feel tremendous pressure.

A few seconds later, he smiled: "The Midnight Judge still keeps his word, doesn't break the law, and it's so simple. Why do I feel a bit thrilled about it, heh heh?"

The next day, Wang Jian went out at eight in the morning and was busy until around seven in the evening before he bought everything.

Buying these things was easy in itself, the hard part was that he couldn't buy them all in one place, and had to go out of town to buy some, which took nearly a day.

But he didn't go home yet. Instead he sneaked into an abandoned construction site and put the purchased items in a pile of weeds.

After doing all this, he hurried back home. Wang Jian felt his heart was beating fiercely.

Half an hour after Wang Jian left, Su Mo in black appeared here and took away the big bag.

"This fat guy is quite reliable in getting things done, not bad, he can be trained as a tool from now on."

After taking the stuff home, he started planning for action. This time he had chosen several top people from the Red Eight Characters Foundation for a long time.

The Red Eight Characters Foundation was the largest public welfare organization in Xikang City. Although it was a public welfare foundation, it didn't really do any public welfare work, it was just a facade.

This foundation had only one function, which was to make money legally and compliantly, daring to take any money. Usually it would put on a show and run some ads, which was enough to fool people.

The reason Su Mo targeted it was because a few months ago, a seriously ill child was waiting for money to save his life. But the well-intentioned online donations ultimately did not go to treat the child, who passed away.

And this money was taken by the people at this foundation. To be honest, such evil deeds were not punishable by death according to the law.

But for Su Mo, he just didn't like seeing these people, so he wanted to kill them, as simple as that.

Today was April 10, Wednesday. Su Mo had deliberately chosen this time because the foundation executives would dine together every Wednesday night and come home later.

Su Mo swaggered in, ignoring surveillance, and walked straight into the residential area of the first target, even registering at the security booth.

He had a smile on his face and was holding two gift boxes in his hand, clearly someone coming to deliver gifts, nothing the guards hadn't seen before.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon now. Most families would either be eating dinner or cooking dinner.

Based on the address, he took the elevator to the target floor, then politely rang the doorbell.

A woman in her thirties inside looked through the peephole, then opened the door a crack and asked, "What are you here for?"

Su Mo smiled broadly, "I'm a businessman. I have to pay taxes for my company recently, so, heh heh..."

The woman instantly understood upon hearing this. She had received many such guests, all coming to give money to her family.

She looked at the gift boxes Su Mo was holding, "Old Liu hasn't come home yet. Why don't you come in and sit first, he should be back soon."