Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 135 - 55: Investigation

"Wah... Wah..."

People got out of the Public Security Bureau's vehicle, setting up a cordon downstairs, notifying the Traffic Bureau to plan the nearby routes, and simultaneously beginning to ask about the situation on the ground.

"Jumped off the building!"

"Three in a row..."

"Damn it!"

"It's just like dumping dumplings into water, one after another jumping off. Luckily, it wasn't a sidewalk down there, otherwise, someone would've definitely been unlucky."

"No harm to people, just don't know whose car got incredibly unlucky. Two people smashed into the same car in succession; that car's definitely totaled."

"Survived?"

"Falling from such a height, there's absolutely no way to survive, dead on the spot. You guys didn't see what happened then..."

"The first one that fell gave me a shock, and before I could regain my senses, another one came down. The last one seemed to regret it, still shouting mid-air."

"Truly tragic!"

"..."

Zhou Ping's face was grim. He looked up and waved his big hand:

"Go upstairs!"

The manager of Yunhai Restaurant had already been waiting at the door, leading the Public Security Bureau people straight to the rooftop terrace, while describing tonight's situation.

"Boss Fang Ci?"

Zhou Ping was slightly puzzled:

"Fang Zheng?"

"Yes." The manager nodded:

"Boss Fang booked the place and invited some people to eat upstairs. Those people... they look not so easy to deal with."

"It's him."

Zhou Ping's face darkened. When the elevator stopped, he rushed out first, pushed open the rooftop door, and immediately set his sight on Fang Zheng.

"Senior brother,"

Fang Zheng happened to stop his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, casually threw it aside, and stood up with a smile:

"You came just at the right time. Don't be fooled by the number of us; we don't have much of an appetite. We barely touched the dishes on the table. Why don't you have some?"

"The food at Yunhai is quite good."

Zhou Ping ignored him, scanning everyone present with his eyes.

Everyone, except Fang Zheng, had odd expressions, some trembling in their legs, their hands shaking as they held chopsticks.

It seemed like they were being forced to eat.

Didn't want to eat,

but didn't dare not to eat.

There was even a smell of urine coming from under a few people.

Expressions,

were ghostly pale.

Especially the elder, looking on the verge of passing out at any moment.

"Just now, three people jumped off the building here," Zhou Ping took a deep breath and spoke slowly:

"What's going on?"

"Senior brother, as you've said, someone jumped." Fang Zheng laughed:

"We don't know what's going on either. The three of them were fine one moment, and the next, went berserk and jumped one after the other."

"Is that so?" Zhou Ping said ambiguously, looking at the others:

"Why don't you all tell us what's going on?"

One person trembled as he raised his head, opened his mouth to say something, then, seeing Fang Zheng, shuddered and immediately lowered his head.

"Don't be afraid."

Zhou Ping frowned, softening his voice:

"With us from the Public Security Bureau here, no one can threaten your safety. Just tell us what happened earlier."

"We will bring the guilty to justice."

"Senior brother," Fang Zheng laughed:

"As I said, someone jumped off; they couldn't think it through, nothing to do with the others. Your questioning might lead to misunderstandings."

"Don't believe me?"

"Ask them."

He pointed at the others.

"Yes, yes."

Someone nodded hurriedly:

"They... they jumped themselves. Nothing to do with Boss Fang..."

"Nothing to do with Boss Fang."

"..."

Several people quickly chimed in, as if saying it slower would be a sin, hastily proving Fang Zheng's 'innocence'.

The more they did this, the more suspicious it appeared to the people from the Public Security Bureau.

Moreover...

As long as one wasn't a fool, it was obvious the atmosphere wasn't right. Three people just died, and yet a group was still here eating.

Was this a feast?

Besides, no need to be in such a rush for a feast, right?

"Director,"

Someone ran over from behind, whispering:

"There's surveillance here."

"Oh!"

Zhou Ping's eyes lit up:

"Pull it up."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng chuckled softly, sat back down without any hurry, casually swirled his wine glass, and took it in one gulp.

So what if there's surveillance?

The three brothers of the Yuan Family 'jumped' themselves.

He had already asked Xiao Han about this on the way here. Even if there was a problem, it would be hard to pin it on him; modern society doesn't recognize demonic arts killings.

A moment later.

Zhou Ping grimly set the monitor down, having already decided to take it back to the bureau for authentication, to see if anyone tampered with it.

Why would a sane person jump off a building for no reason?

One might be easier to explain.

Three in a row!

No matter how you looked at it, a sense of weirdness loomed.

From the surveillance footage, the culprit indeed wasn't Fang Zheng.

But...

He scanned the crowd with a steely face, finally letting out a cold snort:

"Fang Zheng, don't think your actions are flawless. Justice will prevail. One day, I'll catch you!"

"Zhou," Fang Zheng's face darkened, smile fading:

"I call you senior brother out of respect for the master. It's out of respect for him, not for you. Don't think I fear you!"

"I don't have a junior brother like you." Zhou Ping growled:

"Indeed!"

"Someone needs to clean up for the master."

"People like you, who don't value human lives, don't deserve to be his disciple!"

"Ha..." Fang Zheng squinted, snorted softly:

"Quite the bravado. Let's see if you can catch me. As for human lives... my friend was murdered too. Did you find the killer?"

"..."

Zhou Ping withdrew his gaze, pondered for a moment, then finally waved:

"Withdraw!"

"Yes."

Watching the Public Security Bureau personnel leave, the expression on Fang Zheng's face gradually dissipated, and he suddenly kicked a wooden stool beside him until it shattered.

Damn it!