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All the clues had been cut off. The Withered Leaf was like a drop of water hiding in the sea, never to be found again. Bai Zhijin was completely disappointed. Withered Leaf, this bastard, where did he die? He could never seem to find her, and she seemed to be right beside him, ready to pop up at any moment.

Yi Lin's body was already starting to stink. Bai Zhijin didn't know what to do as it was still lying in the hut. So far, no one had been told. Initially, he didn't want to report this to the police for revenge, but he couldn't find the Withered Butterfly, so he wanted to report this to the police again — he wanted to use the police's power to capture the Withered Butterfly.

However, Bai Zhijin was in trouble again. The scene had already been destroyed by him, and he had even dealt with the scene. If he were to report this now, not only would he not be able to explain it, the police might even suspect that he had killed someone.

What to do? Bai Zhijin didn't know what to do.

Whenever he encountered difficult problems, Bai Zhijin would come to the noisy street and search for himself in the crowded traffic and the noisy crowd. He was like an outsider watching quietly as cars passed in front of his eyes. Strange faces passed by his eyes, and everything was changing in a complicated manner. It made people's minds go into action. In this noisy environment, Bai Zhijin can always find himself well, unexpectedly get inspiration, and find some original way.

This time, in order to find the inspiration to solve the problem, Bai Zhijin once again appeared on the street.

"Sir, do you need help?" A pleasant female voice rang out.

Bai Zhijin turned around and saw a young girl. She was dressed in simple clothes and had short hair. She looked very capable. There was no makeup on his face. He looked very clean. He liked the feeling, like Illyan.

Bai Zhijin blankly stared at her, perhaps wanting to experience more of Yilin. The girl smiled and handed him a golden business card. Bai Zhijin was surprised for a moment. He took the business card and impressively, it read, "Family Colt Detective Agency".

Detective Agency? He suddenly thought of something, and as if he had found his lifeline, he abruptly pulled the girl's hand. Can you find anyone? "

"Of course!"

"This is great!" Bai Zhijin was wild with joy. Before, he had only seen some detective agency on TV, but he hadn't thought that there would also be one in this city. It was really great, those private detectives all had superb skills, if he asked them to show up, they would definitely be able to find the Withered Butterfly.

"I'll bring you!" the girl said warmly.

The environment of the house was not bad, it was a remote road, the traffic was not big, and the place was quiet. The office was on the third floor, and the lighting was very good.

As soon as Bai Zhijin arrived, a young girl welcomed him warmly.

Bai Zhijin took out the picture of the Withered Leaf and gave him all the information he could, so he asked the office to help him find the person.

"What are you going to do after we find the Withered Leaf?" The girl seemed to have felt the killing intent in Bai Zhijin's eyes as she asked.

"I've come here today only to entrust the search to you. As for the matters that will happen in the future, they are my private matters. "No comment!" Bai Zhijin gave her a nail, "Don't you guys respect the privacy of your customers? Please don't ask so much. "

"We respect customer privacy, but that doesn't mean we don't ask anything." The girl said neither haughtily nor humbly, "We can help you more quickly and more accurately only if you provide us with enough information! "Please describe in detail the person you are looking for, as detailed as you can."

What this girl said was reasonable, Bai Zhijin had no reason to reject her, so he began to narrate the story. In order to prevent the girl in front of him from suspecting that he was insane, he did not talk about Du Jingjing, nor did he talk about the power of the Withered Butterfly, he only told her story.

Following Bai Zhijin's narration, his heart also sank into his past memories. They had met in the online world, and they had even been in the park together. All of these scenes seemed to have occurred yesterday, but they would never return.

The girl listened attentively. Her eyes were wide open, and from time to time her watery eyes would twinkle. She didn't forget to give a statement even after hearing the key point. In the end, she seemed to understand Bai Zhijin's intention, and confidently said, "Believe us, we will do our best to help you find the Withered Leaf."

"I believe you!" Bai Zhijin nodded firmly. At this moment, there was no other way but to believe.

"Please pay a thousand yuan in advance." The girl's voice was professional, like a routine.

"You want to pay now?" Bai Zhijin was slightly surprised, "Didn't your business card say that you would only pay after the matter is settled? How much do you want people to charge? "

"This is a deposit." "If we confirm that the information provided by the client is true, we will return it to you twice as soon as we have not completed the task. According to your information, it's not that easy to find a Withered Leaf. Difficulty level: C "5,000 yuan!"

Bai Zhijin had no objection and straightforwardly paid the bill.

Initially, Bai Zhijin had his doubts about finding the Withered Butterfly, but seeing that their agreement was resolute and decisive, his heart that had been hanging in the air finally dropped to the floor. He returned to the house and began to deal with Illyan's corpse — if they could find the Withered Butterfly, then they wouldn't need to call the police, and naturally, Illyan's corpse didn't need to be preserved. Now, the stench could no longer be concealed. It had to be dealt with immediately.

What should I do?" Bai Zhijin looked at the already rotten corpse with a worried expression. How could such a big person secretly transport such a rotting corpse away? What was it supposed to be? No matter what kind of equipment he used, carrying a big bag himself was too eye-catching, and a small bag wouldn't be able to hold it. If only he could take them away in batches.

Take them away in batches? Bai Zhijin was shocked by his own thoughts. Was he going to dismember Yilin's body, then package him up and ship him out in batches? His face was pale and he could not help but vomit. Putting aside doing it, just the thought of it made him unable to endure it.

However, the corpse really couldn't be left inside the house. The flies seemed to have discovered that there was a smell they liked. Bai Zhijin didn't even dare to open the window as they were rushing towards them from far away.

Do it! Bai Zhijin could not hesitate any longer. He clenched his fist with all his might. If he had seen Lin Yemao in the underworld, he would definitely have forgiven him. After all, he was here to avenge her.

Bai Zhijin's hands were trembling as he tightly gripped the kitchen knife. His face was twisted to the side and his eyes were tightly closed. He did not dare to look at Yi Lin's body. Before the sword could strike down, it fell to the ground. "Clang!" Bai Zhijin was so frightened that he sat paralyzed on the ground.

The kitchen knife fell ten times in a row. Only then did Bai Zhijin barely manage to cut down on Yelin's corpse. Then, he slashed again, and again …

Illyan was amputated at the waist.

Bai Zhijin cried as he filled the woven bag that Yilin had prepared earlier. In the woven bag, there was already some garbage. He then filled the bag with the corpse, and then filled the bag with trash … Trembling, he sealed the woven bag.

When the body was in place, he cleaned it again and carefully dragged the floor. He put some junk into a black garbage bag.

After finishing all his work, he felt his legs cramping up. That feeling wasn't because he was tired, but because his soul had been extracted.

In broad daylight, Bai Zhijin carried a dirty woven bag out to the street. He brazenly called a taxi, then casually threw the woven bag into the trunk of the car and got into the taxi, saying "Wang Family Lane" without raising his head. The chauffeur took the hint and drove him to Wang Family Lane.

He had practiced this set of movements countless times inside the house, but after all, it was just an exercise. Once he reached the real battlefield, he would still have some stage fright. Luckily, the driver was so engrossed in his driving that he didn't notice that his hands were shaking.

Arriving at Wang Street, Bai Zhijin threw the dripping sweat money to the driver, and imposingly said, "There's no need to look for it!" In fact, his hands were trembling nonstop and he didn't dare to stretch them out. When the car came to a stop, Bai Zhijin tremblingly got out of the car and carried the woven bag out. His legs were trembling, as if the whole world was watching him. He really couldn't withstand the pressure from all sides, and was on the verge of collapse.

After taking two steps, his legs gave way and he kneeled on the ground. A boy around his age patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Do you need any help?" With that, he stretched out his hand to help Bai Zhijin carry the woven bag.

Bai Zhijin was frightened to death and quickly pulled him back, tightly holding the woven bag in his arms like a treasure. He waved at the boy, "No need! "No need!" The boy gave him a contemptuous look and left.

Bai Zhijin let out a sigh. He didn't dare to stay any longer, and was afraid that someone would come over and imitate Lei Feng. He picked up the woven bag and walked towards the garbage station.

Illyan, goodbye! Bai Zhijin bid farewell to Yilin silently in his heart. He silently drew a "X" on his chest and bid farewell with tears in his eyes. It didn't matter whether the police found the body in his house or not – as long as the detective agency could find the Withered Leaf and he could get rid of it, it didn't matter.

The other half of Illyan's body was taken to the other side of the city by Bai Zhijin in the same way. The black garbage bag was thrown into the sewers of a small district.

Poor Illyan, he could not be at peace even after death, and his head was separated from his body. Ilyin, rest in peace, I must seek justice for you!