Chen Xu did some mental calculations, pointed to the medicine bottle he got from Mad Dog, and said, "It's probably two or three times more effective than this drug. Just like Mad Dog, after taking this drug, he could memorize at least fifty more cards."
"If... the Tarot Organization were to possess this drug, do you think they would still be satisfied? Would they continue to develop it and explore its potential?"
“Uh,” Chen Xu thought for a moment, “I really don’t know, but at least, if they had this kind of drug, their work efficiency could increase by more than three times. As for whether they would spend time doing further in-depth research, I’m not sure. But I’m afraid few people could resist such temptation; they would definitely use it.” Chen Xu’s eyes lit up: “You mean…”
"Through some means they can trust, get this drug into Tarot's ranks. Given their impatient nature, they'll probably start distributing it immediately. Three years, just three years! Admittedly, they'll reap considerable rewards in those three years, perhaps even making breakthroughs in some areas. But after three years, Tarot's top scientists will die one by one, creating a gap in their top talent pool! And how many top scientists are there in the world? Can you just grab a bunch of promising graduate students, give them this drug, and expect them to become top scientists within three years?"
"Absolutely impossible!" Chen Xu said decisively. "Scientific research is a profession that requires both knowledge accumulation and talent; there are no shortcuts. Drugs might enhance a person's memory and brain processing ability, but they cannot increase knowledge. Three years, even with drugs, could never turn a novice into an experienced scientist. Especially not a top-level one, because there are no shortcuts to gaining that experience. I understand what you mean!"
This move is a classic example of cutting off the enemy's supply line!
What good are three years of rapid development for Tarot? Those top scientists are incredibly rare and hard to find! Each of them is essentially a nuclear warhead; losing even one is irreparable!
Three years later, when all of Tarot's top scientists have passed away, their technological level will drop several notches!
How can new recruits trained solely through medication possibly take over the job so quickly?
This is truly the best strategy, cutting off the fuel supply! Without these people, how can we continue to study Tarot?
Of course, this method is not so simple to succeed. There are many key points that need to be carefully considered, but it has pointed Chen Xu in the right direction.
If you're focused on the opponent's moves, your chances of winning are very high...
Of course, this move was indeed very insidious, which inevitably reminded Chen Xu of Murong Bo from "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".
Isn't it the same principle behind Murong Bo copying down the 72 Shaolin Arts and giving them to Kumārajīva? The book also says that although Kumārajīva was suspicious and carefully checked the scroll for poison, the scroll itself was not poisonous; it was the human heart that was poisonous. Even a highly virtuous monk like Kumārajīva could not escape such a treacherous scheme. So why should Tarot be able to escape it?
With this thought, Chen Xu immediately felt much more relaxed!
Just then, the phone rang. Guan Yi answered, "This is Guan Yi. Hmm, you found it, right? What's the situation? Who are they? Hmm, go ahead. Oh, oh, and him too? I understand. Okay, bring me a detailed list of all this information."
After hanging up the phone, Guan Yi looked at Chen Xu and smiled, "It seems the matter has been resolved. I just had my men investigate, and in the past month, seven notorious playboys, including Mad Dog, suddenly seemed to be possessed by gods, winning a considerable amount at various casinos. Well, not a lot, the most they won was over thirty million US dollars. I guess they didn't dare to win more. And these seven people all have one thing in common," the woman paused, then smiled, "they are all unsuccessful scions of many prominent families, including one of our butler's sons."
What does this mean?
"If I'm not mistaken, someone wants to take advantage of these down-on-their-luck guys who will eventually be left to fend for themselves with a few million dollars in family allowances. Didn't we just say that this drug is highly addictive? I suspect someone is giving them these drugs so they can profit from them. I estimate these guys have only just started and have only tasted the sweetness yet. Hey, once they've tasted the sweetness, it'll be hard to forget."
Chen Xu understood the meaning behind her words: "You mean that someone is giving this drug to Mad Dog and the others, actually with the aim of controlling them and causing some trouble within the family?"
"I'm afraid that's the case. I don't believe anyone in this world would give them benefits for no reason. They have no value whatsoever except for the blood flowing in their veins. Anyway, we should know once the mad dog wakes up. Hmm, there's another person, we all underestimated him." Guan Yi raised his head and said, word by word, "Yu Lang! This guy is also on drugs! He was pretending to be harmless just now, fooling us all!"
"That guy?" Chen Xu was also surprised.
Just then, the phone rang incessantly. Guan Yi answered, "This is Guan Yi. What?! Okay, I'll be right down!"
Seeing Guan Yi's face turn pale instantly, Chen Xu asked curiously, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"The mad dog is dead!"
The mad dog is indeed dead.
His death was gruesome; he lay in the corner of the room, his eyes rolled back, staring at the ceiling, with blood flowing from his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears—a condition commonly known as bleeding from all seven orifices. It was an extremely horrific death.
Beside him lay a small bottle, which looked exactly like the bottle containing the "smart drugs" that Chen Xu had previously seized, but it was empty.
Guan Yi's expression was grim. He asked, "How did he die?!"
It's no wonder it looks bad.
Everyone knew this mad dog was finished; he'd lost the family business, a deficit of two hundred million dollars. The family would never let him off the hook—yes, even if they wanted to execute him, that was the Dong family's business! Outsiders certainly didn't have the right… He was, after all, a member of the Dong family, representing the family's reputation! If he died like this, where would the Dong family's face be?
Moreover, he died in the butler's casino!
This was not a happy thing for the butler—it wouldn't matter if he died anywhere else, but he happened to die in the butler's casino, so the butler had to take responsibility—he had to give the Dong family an explanation as to how the guy died and who killed him.
No police were called.
With such a big incident, if the person in charge doesn't speak up, who would dare to call the police?
Guan Yi's face was grim as she listened to a supervisor beside her, who was wiping sweat profusely, report the situation: "We don't know what happened either. Not long after you went upstairs, Miss, Young Master Yu Lang suddenly came over and said he had something to discuss with Young Master Dong. We couldn't stop him, and at that moment, Young Master Dong suddenly woke up, let Young Master Yu Lang go in, and left us outside. Then, after a while, Young Master Dong saw Young Master Yu Lang out. After that, he was alone in the room, without saying anything or saying he was leaving. But after a while, we suddenly heard a rumbling noise inside the room. We called out a few times, but there was no response. When we opened the door with the key and went in, we found Young Master Dong like this."
"The mad dog was already awake? Why didn't you tell me?"
“This…” The supervisor was sweating profusely, feeling extremely distressed.
He had considered telling Guan Yi, but then he thought about it. The young man Miss Guan had brought back was so intimate with her, and he'd quietly helped the butler win two hundred million dollars right after arriving. Shouldn't Miss Guan reward him handsomely? Judging from their flirtatious glances, they might actually do something in their room upstairs. If he made a phone call and interrupted their intimacy, Miss Guan would definitely be unhappy!
However, he could only keep these words to himself; he wouldn't dare to say them even if he were given the courage.
Fortunately, Guan Yi didn't dwell on the matter. Instead, he asked curiously, "Then what is Yu Lang doing here? Did you watch Mad Dog send Yu Lang out? Mad Dog was perfectly fine back then?"
"Yes."
"Pull up the surveillance footage and take a look."
"Miss, the security camera footage... the security camera footage is broken."
"What?!"
"We did consider checking the security camera footage, but Young Master Dong smashed it. Just before Young Master Yu Lang arrived! He received a phone call and then smashed the camera!"
It's chaotic, extremely chaotic!
What on earth happened? How could this mad dog suddenly die? Judging from the blood flowing from its seven orifices, it looks a bit like an acute cerebral hemorrhage. Could it be... that kind of drug?
Guan Yi glanced at the small bottle on the ground, and a scene flashed through his mind: The mad dog knew he was doomed this time, so he swallowed all the medicine in one go? Perhaps this medicine, like sleeping pills, needs to be taken in moderation, and taking too much at once will damage the brain and then kill him.
So, does that mean he committed suicide?
"Call Dr. Will and have him come over first. After the autopsy, call the police to come and collect the body."
Guan Yi looked at Chen Xu, who was lying next to the rabid dog's corpse and looking at it from all angles, and sighed helplessly, saying, "Xu, do you really think you're Conan? What's so interesting about this corpse?"
Chen Xu got up from the ground. The thick carpet was clean and comfortable to lie on, but having a dead body next to him wasn't so pleasant. Chen Xu subconsciously clapped his hands and laughed, "Indeed, the corpse is not good-looking at all. This guy was ugly when he was alive, and he's even uglier after he died. If we keep looking at him, we'll probably have nightmares. Let's go out first."
After getting up, Chen Xu couldn't help but mutter, "In my opinion, it was suicide by overdose. This guy probably didn't have long to live, so he simply ended it all. But can taking too much of this kind of drug cause brain hemorrhage and shock leading to death? I really don't know. It seems that you can't take too much of any kind of medicine."
Although it was called muttering, the voice was quite loud; at least everyone in the room could hear it.
Upon hearing that it was a suicide, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
At least, this guy brought this upon himself. He lost so many assets, and much of them didn't even belong to him but to the Dong family. He lost them all, probably knowing he would be severely punished when he got back, so he chose to end it all.
The Dong family may be dissatisfied with this result, but at least it provides some explanation.
As for Yu Lang's visit, no one seemed to think anything of it.
Although everyone suspected that Yu Lang's arrival at this time was related to the death of the mad dog, everyone saw the mad dog escort him out, meaning the mad dog was still alive when he left, thus clearing him of suspicion. Of course, it was also possible that this guy gave the poison to the mad dog, but many people only considered this idea briefly and didn't dare to voice it—they weren't Sherlock Holmes, and such deductions were best left to the police.
Chen Xu pulled Guan Yi back to their room upstairs, closed the door, and suddenly laughed, saying, "What ruthless methods! This mad dog didn't commit suicide!"
"What?"
Chen Xu pulled her down to sit and said with a smile, "By the way, I've really started to see you in a different light. What, weren't you scared at all when you saw that corpse?"
Guan Yi frowned and said, "What's there to be afraid of? I wasn't afraid when that mad dog was alive, so why should I be afraid when it's dead?" She paused for a moment before continuing, "Actually, I've seen dead people since I was a child. To train the mental fortitude of my successor, my family once locked me up in the morgue for a while, surrounded by corpses..."
"No way?" Chen Xu gasped. "Such a freakish training method?! Who came up with it? How old were you back then?"
"Seven years old. There's nothing we can do about it." Guan Yi clearly didn't want to bring up the topic. "From a young age, I was taught that in our position, our hands can't be free of bloodshed. If we're even afraid of the dead, how can we be worthy of being the head of a family? Okay, let's not talk about that. You just said that the mad dog didn't commit suicide? That someone else killed him? Was it that Yu Lang? Why didn't you say that down there?!"
“That’s obvious!” Chen Xu laughed. “Taking this kind of drug can indeed cause brain death, but how could he die like this? Dying with blood flowing from all seven orifices? And it’s not just blood, I looked closely and there was also yellow cerebrospinal fluid in addition to the blood… This means that this guy was killed by a very vicious and heavy-handed method! I’m not very clear about the specifics yet, but his skull wasn’t broken. I don’t know what this method is all about. I need to ask Nangong Lan.”
"Nangong Lan?" Guan Yi naturally recognized the young master of the Bagua Sect. At the same time, she understood Chen Xu's meaning and exclaimed in surprise, "You mean... martial arts? He was killed by someone?"
"I'm afraid it's true." Chen Xu mentally reviewed the examination report Xiaomin had prepared and said, "The human brain is very peculiar. Although I can't get specific results through an autopsy, a preliminary examination revealed that this guy's brain was injured, and it was a fresh injury. You know what a cerebral hemorrhage is, right? It comes on very quickly; the onset time can be only a few minutes or a few hours before the person is gone. If it's not detected in time, there's no chance to save him... The rabid dog died from a brain injury, a cerebral hemorrhage!"
“If I’m not mistaken, it’s probably Yu Lang. He did something ruthless to Mad Dog while he was in the house, but Mad Dog probably doesn’t even know it. So I’m thinking his methods… must be a very subtle kind of viciousness, like this.” Chen Xu reached out and patted Guan Yi’s head.
"What are you doing?" Guan Yi was suddenly struck, and although it didn't hurt at all, it startled her as she was deep in thought. However, she immediately understood what Chen Xu meant, and the hairs on her body stood on end: "You mean, he just lightly touched the mad dog's head, and the mad dog had a brain hemorrhage?!"
"I'm afraid that's the case!" Chen Xu nodded. "I've discussed martial arts with Nangong Lan before. I know that many schools of martial arts have this kind of subtle yet deadly technique. Of course, this kind of technique is generally taboo and cannot be used lightly. But to use it with such ease is probably not an easy thing... That's why I glossed over this matter earlier. Because, if it really was Yu Lang who did it, then his skill level... is terrifying!"
Guan Yi thought about it. If someone could kill someone with a casual touch, that would indeed be terrifying! What's even more terrifying is that the person wouldn't die on the spot after being touched, but would die after some time. That would be even more terrifying! It would be equivalent to creating an alibi for oneself!
Cerebral hemorrhage, also known as brain hemorrhage, is a terrible and fatal disease or injury.
Some elderly people suffer from cerebral hemorrhage due to old age, while others may not seem to have any problems immediately after a minor head injury, but die some time later. This is because the brain is damaged and begins to bleed internally during the impact. If the wound is small, the bleeding is slow, and the person may only experience dizziness and nausea at first. However, if the bleeding reaches a certain level after a period of time, it becomes too late for emergency treatment.
However, achieving this manually is by no means easy. Moreover, controlling the force—not killing him with a single slap, but causing brain hemorrhage—is terrifying!
"So, you have to be very careful when you run into that Yu Lang in the future. During your time in Las Vegas, don't get close to him unless I'm with you. Also, don't trust anyone in the casino except your confidants, especially that round-faced, somewhat chubby waiter downstairs just now. I'm sure that guy is the mole."
"A traitor?!"
“That’s right. When I was examining the body, I was actually paying attention to everyone’s expressions. You were talking while I was examining the body, and everyone’s eyes were on you. Only that guy kept sneaking glances at me; he was very nervous. And think about it, Mad Dog suddenly had a seizure and was carried to the next room, but how did Yu Lang know which room he was in? Didn’t he already leave? Even if he contacted Mad Dog by phone, Mad Dog was in the house; how would he know which room he was in?! So, someone must have told him. Also, that medicine bottle…”
"Medicine bottle?"
"Since Mad Dog was most likely killed by Yu Lang, and he didn't commit suicide, isn't it strange that there was a medicine bottle next to his body? That medicine bottle is clearly creating the illusion that he died from taking medicine. But Mad Dog clearly didn't commit suicide by taking medicine, so where did this medicine bottle come from?"
"this……"
"It's obvious. That chubby kid secretly threw it on the floor when everyone went inside. Think about it, when you open the door and find the rabid dog dead, everyone is panicking and scrambling to do something. Who would notice a small medicine bottle?"
"So you didn't say anything down there because you were afraid of being overheard by the mole?"
"Heh, they're still too green to act in front of me." Chen Xu chuckled. "If I'm not mistaken, this body, once it's in the police station, will probably be switched or destroyed in no time..."
"Then... I understand!" Guan Yi was a little confused by Chen Xu's words, but this woman was extremely smart and immediately figured out the key point. She smiled and said, "Then we should strike first before the murderer switches the body or disposes of it!"
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, which was the day after the incident, an explosion occurred in the Las Vegas Police Department morgue. Many bodies lying there were tragically mutilated beyond recognition. The investigation later revealed that the explosion was caused by a gas leak at the police station. Fortunately, no one was injured, so the incident was treated as an "accident."
"What ruthless methods!" In a secret room in Las Vegas, Guan Yi, Chen Xu, Nangong Lan, and a white doctor were pointing and commenting on a corpse.
To be honest, Chen Xu really admired Guan Yi. Even though he had seen corpses like this before and had even killed people himself, he still felt uneasy seeing them. But this woman seemed completely unaffected.
It had been a long time since I'd seen Nangong Lan. He seemed much more composed now. Chen Xu had taught Nangong Lan his "radio calisthenics" technique before, so it seemed he'd put in a lot of hard work. Now, his strength must have improved considerably.
"He injured his enemy with a single move, leaving a very small wound with almost no visible damage to the skull. The victim didn't die until more than half an hour later. This guy is a master, and his method is extremely insidious."
Chen Xu asked, "An expert? How does he compare to you?"
"It's still unclear; we can't judge from this alone. But in my opinion, you don't need to worry too much. If this guy had really reached that level of striking without leaving a trace, he wouldn't have left such a mark." Nangong Lan said, "Look, the bleeding is on the back of the head. It's likely that this guy deliberately found an excuse to slap the deceased. He used his left hand."
"Hmm, so Yu Lang must have some leverage over Mad Dog. Otherwise, given his temper, even if he didn't know it would be fatal at the time, the slap would have definitely left him dazed. The fact that he didn't scream or make a scene suggests there's definitely something going on." Guan Yi and Chen Xu exchanged a glance, both recalling their previous investigation of the casino. The relationship between Yu Lang and Mad Dog wasn't as simple as it seemed.
“You’re saying this injury was intentionally inflicted? NO! NO! NO! How could that be? Do you think the murderer is God?” The foreign doctor next to him suddenly spoke up: “How could a person have such strength? Or, it was an accident, that the two people had an argument, and the murderer slapped the victim, unintentionally causing bleeding in his brain… We’ve seen this kind of case in our medical records; it’s manslaughter.”
The group exchanged glances, all feeling they couldn't communicate with this foreigner. If it had been an accidental killing before, that would have been one thing, but how did they explain the small bottle on the ground? And how did they explain the bombing of the police station morgue? If Guan Yi hadn't acted early, sending people to remove the body first, perhaps even the only evidence would be gone by now.
However, there was one thing Guan Yi didn't understand: in her records, Yu Lang was described as a good-for-nothing playboy who was even lower in status than a mad dog.
How did this guy suddenly become a martial arts master overnight?!
Isn't that a bit strange?
Guan Yi took out a folder and pulled out a few photos: "According to my information, it doesn't seem like this Yu Lang did it. Because, not to mention anything recent, just a year ago, this guy was drinking in a bar and got into a fight with the leader of a local gang over a woman. The leader didn't even know Yu Lang, so they got into a fight. They outnumbered him, and Yu Lang was beaten to the point of near death. He was rushed to the hospital and miraculously survived, but he recuperated at home for more than half a year before recently returning to Las Vegas. If he had such good skills, how could he have been beaten up like that by a group of thugs?"