The Investigation and the Funny

Because it was already very late, they didn't do anything that night and went back to their rooms to rest.

The next morning, the fat guy knocked on Su Mo's door wearing that stylish outfit.

"Brother Key, where are we going? How should we investigate the case?"

Hearing this, the fat guy held his head high with a very professional look and said affirmatively, "Let's go to the train station first. It's the best place to get information.

Brother, you probably don't know, train stations in every place are where information flows best. All kinds of people gather there, you can find out anything."

Su Mo nodded, "You're still more professional, brother. Then let's go."

Wang Jian did some random online searches and actually got some useful information. But Su Mo was certain this guy wouldn't be able to find out anything by just asking around.

The train station was indeed a place where information flowed well, but it required methods. Going up and directly asking would not get people to tell you what you wanted. You needed skills and money.

Then the two got into the local person's car and headed for the train station.

After half an hour, they arrived at the bustling train station, crowded like a vegetable market.

After getting off the car, Wang Jian just stood in the square, stunned. He only knew he had to come here to gather information, but didn't think specifically about what to ask or how to ask.

Now he was at a loss.

Su Mo was not in a hurry either, he just watched Wang Jian without asking questions or saying anything, making the fat guy feel uneasy.

After a minute, the fat guy coughed and said, "Brother, we came here to gather information. It would be a waste of time to stick together. Let's split up and gather information separately. Meet back here in an hour and we'll talk then."

"Okay."

Then the fat guy walked away steadily in one direction, looking very composed.

But in his heart he was secretly relieved: "Luckily this Brother Su doesn't understand. I'd better get away so he doesn't find out I'm an amateur."

He looked around with his fat head, then approached a few middle-aged women. He figured asking these women might be useful.

So he went to one and smiled, "Sister, you know about the dancing at Longshui Pond, right?"

The woman was puzzled, not understanding. After a few seconds, the woman suddenly realized and asked in a low voice:

"You mean women, right? The kind who can dance?"

The fat guy thought for a moment. Something seemed off but he couldn't put his finger on it. But it didn't seem to be a problem, so he nodded, "Yes."

The woman looked left and right, then asked even more softly, "There are. But the ones who can dance are more expensive."

The fat guy thought, "Makes sense, you have to pay for information."

So he asked, "Sister, how much?"

The woman held up three fingers, "Three hundred, no bargaining."

"Okay."

Seeing the fat guy agree so readily, the woman grinned, "Come on, young man. I'll take you there, don't worry, it's very safe."

Although the fat guy kept feeling something was off, he didn't think too much and obediently followed the woman.

Su Mo watched for a while from a distance with a very strange expression. He felt this fat guy might have misunderstood something.

Without worrying about Wang Jian, Su Mo had his own business to take care of. So he also went to a woman holding a sign. This woman's sign, like the previous one, read "Accommodation."

"Sister, who should I ask to get information?"

Hearing this, the woman pretended not to understand, "Young man, I provide accommodation. I don't know anything about getting information."

Su Mo smiled slightly, then took out two 100 yuan bills and slipped them to the woman on the sly.

The woman discreetly pocketed the cash and said in a low voice, "Two hundred meters west, there's a Xiangxi Restaurant. Ask for Hu San."

"Thank you."

With that, Su Mo headed west. Every place had a few intelligence peddlers, usually near the train station, with great information networks and extensive connections.

After walking for a few minutes, he saw the Xiangxi Restaurant. But it didn't have many customers and the boss looked lazy, not like someone running a business.

Su Mo walked in and said directly, "I'm looking for Hu San."

The boss immediately smiled, "Looking for Hu San? Please come inside."

Saying so, the boss headed to the back kitchen and Su Mo hurried to follow.

After winding left and right, Su Mo followed the boss to a teahouse. Now there were several people chatting and playing cards, one bald man with an imposing manner, clearly the boss.

Seeing Su Mo, the bald man kept playing cards and asked lightly, "Looking for information or help?"

"Information," Su Mo was concise.

"Tell me."

"I want to know where to buy organs."

As soon as he said this, the place instantly quieted down and everyone else stared at Su Mo in shock.

Su Mo remained very calm. He revealed an eerie smile and sat down on a chair on his own.

"Don't worry, I'm not a cop. I really want to buy. A friend needs a liver transplant but the hospital hasn't gotten any matches, so I have to ask the black market.

Also, I just want the information. I'll leave after asking, and I was never here. I know the rules."

Hearing this, the bald man fiddled with the cards in his hand for a long time before slowly speaking, "Fifty thousand."

Su Mo's expression didn't change, "Deal."

A few minutes later, Su Mo left the intelligence dealer's base. He had gotten the information he wanted and knew who to look for.

He had thought a lot about this Longhu case last night. He felt it should be related to the organ trafficking group, for three reasons:

First, the condition of the victims was too similar, like their organs had been deliberately harvested, unlike a serial killer's methods.

Second, according to reason, a case like this should have caused huge sensations. But in fact, although the case was well known, there were few records in the archives.

This was very unreasonable, unless the case had major implications, which would make sense if it was related to organ trafficking and could explain it.

Third was the women dancing at Longshui Pond. This reminded him of loansharks.

These women, no, not just women but men too, may have owed high-interest loans and were forced to dance by Longshui Pond as collateral. That was just the surface. The real point was not the dancing but the control.

Later, when they couldn't repay the loans, they would be taken away and killed, their organs harvested. This was very logical.

In his previous life, Su Mo had seen many such cases, especially abroad where they were everywhere.

First gain control through money, then do whatever they want, finally kill and take everything - this was a mature industry chain, with extensive reach and very difficult for police to uncover.

Because the buyers in the black market were no ordinary people, so it was very hard for police to completely take down these organizations.

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