Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 304 Era: XCMG's Simple-minded Wife 8

The incandescent lights in the hospital examination room were so bright they hurt your eyes.

Ji Xiaosong sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her feet dangling in the air, looking at the various medical equipment with curiosity, like a country woman who had never seen the world before.

"Blood pressure is normal."

The female doctor put away the blood pressure monitor and turned to the police officer, saying, "The blood test results won't be available until tomorrow, but based on the clinical presentation, it does indeed seem like drug poisoning."

The older police officer, surnamed Li, had a furrowed brow so deep it could trap a fly.

He opened his notebook: "Comrade Ji, think back again, did you hear any noise after you took the medicine?"

Ji Xiaosong twisted the hem of her clothes, her eyes blank: "I only remember lying down after taking the medicine, and then... and then I don't know anything else..."

She suddenly cried out and clutched her stomach, "Doctor, my stomach is churning..."

The performance successfully interrupted the police's questioning.

While the doctor was busy with the examination, she peeked through her fingers at Zhao, the clerk, outside the ward.

He was pacing anxiously, checking his watch for the third time.

Not right.

Ji Xiaosong made a mental note of it.

The next day, when they returned to the guesthouse, Officer Li and his men sealed off the room where the incident had occurred.

Ji Xiaosong was assigned to the next room. When Zhao, the clerk, helped her move her luggage, his hands were shaking so badly that he almost dropped her enamel mug.

"Officer Zhao, why do you look even worse than me?" Ji Xiaosong handed over his towel. "Wipe your sweat."

The moment she handed over the towel, she noticed a fresh bloodstain on the inside of Zhao's left wrist, as if it had been left when he struggled with something sharp against him.

"No, it's okay."

Zhao, the clerk, forced a smile as he took the towel, but accidentally knocked over an enamel cup on the table.

As he bent down to pick it up, a note slipped out of his inner pocket.

Ji Xiaosong stepped on the note first, and quickly glanced at it while pretending to tie her shoelaces.

"Tonight at eight o'clock, the usual place. Don't forget your wife and kids are in our hands."

The handwriting was so messy it looked like it was written while running.

"Officer Zhao, I want to take a nap." She suddenly yawned. "These past two days have been exhausting."

As soon as Zhao left, Ji Xiaosong immediately got to work.

She took out the packet of Panax notoginseng powder from the medicine bag, mixed it with tea to make a paste, and applied it to her face to create a sickly appearance.

She then unstitched the thread at the cuff of her cotton-padded jacket and took out a thin wire that she had hidden there. She had taken it from the curtain hook at the guesthouse yesterday.

At six o'clock in the evening, when Officer Zhao came to deliver dinner, Ji Xiaosong was lying "weakly" in bed:

"Officer Zhao, I feel really weak. Could you help me buy a bag of brown sugar from the supply and marketing cooperative?"

After sending Zhao, the clerk, away, she quickly climbed out the window.

The evening in March was still chilly. Ji Xiaosong was only wearing a thin shirt, but she nimbly slid down the water pipe to the first floor like a cat.

Tracking is an art.

Ji Xiaosong kept a distance of fifty meters, using the flow of people leaving get off work as cover, and watched as Officer Zhao made his way through the twists and turns into the waste dump in the back alley of the textile factory.

She didn't follow them inside, but instead climbed up an old locust tree next to her, a spot from which she could see the situation inside the storage yard.

Under the moonlight, three dark figures surrounded Officer Zhao.

One of them waved a photo frame in his hand, and by the moonlight, Ji Xiaosong recognized it as the family photo on Zhao's desk.

"Final warning!" the man's voice was hoarse. "You must lure that woman to the western suburbs warehouse tomorrow, or else..." He made a throat-slitting gesture.

Suddenly, Officer Zhao knelt down: "Please, my daughter is only six years old..."

Ji Xiaosong narrowed her eyes.

She noticed that when the person carrying the picture frame turned around, there was some dark red powder on their trouser leg, like the red soil unique to brick factories.

The only brick factory in the western suburbs is located next to an abandoned railway branch line.

It was already 9 p.m. when I got back to the guesthouse.

Just as Ji Xiaosong climbed through the window into the house, she heard a knock on the door. It was Officer Li, who had come with a young policeman to re-examine the scene.

"Comrade Ji, there's something I need to verify with you." Officer Li opened his notebook. "We found traces of sleeping pills in the deceased's stomach, and we also found similar substances in your medicine residue..."

Ji Xiaosong's heart tightened, but she looked confused: "Sleeping pills? My father's prescription doesn't include that!"

She suddenly realized, "That's right! I went to the toilet while I was decocting the medicine yesterday, and when I came back I found that the medicine pot had been touched!"

This hastily fabricated lie actually worked.

The young officer immediately took note: "It seems that enemy agents drugged him beforehand, trying to create the illusion of suicide!"

After the police left, Ji Xiaosong took out the envelope marked "714" from her inner pocket and gently stroked the edge. There was a blurry steel stamp mark there, which looked like some kind of official seal.

The next morning, Ji Xiaosong "casually" mentioned that she wanted to visit the newly built Workers' Cultural Palace in the western suburbs.

Upon hearing this, Officer Zhao dropped the steamed bun in his hand: "There's still construction going on over there, it's not safe..."

"I'll just take a look from afar."

Ji Xiaosong chuckled, but noticed that Officer Zhao secretly glanced outside the door. There, a cleaner in a blue shirt was sweeping the floor, the broom rhythmically tapping the ground as if giving a signal.

On the bus to the western suburbs, Ji Xiaosong deliberately chatted loudly with the ticket seller: "Sister, I heard that the red bricks from that brick factory are really sturdy?"

"Production has already stopped!"

The ticket seller scoffed, "Now it's just an empty factory building. I heard it's a place where hooligans often gather to gamble..."

She suddenly lowered her voice, "The police even arrested someone last month!"

Ji Xiaosong caught a glimpse of Zhao's deathly pale face out of the corner of her eye.

As the car approached a fork in the road, she suddenly clutched her stomach and cried out, "Ouch! Driver, please stop the car, I need to relieve myself!"

She slipped into the roadside bushes, but actually made a quick detour to the back of the brick factory.

Sure enough, there were two people on guard at the entrance of the dilapidated factory, one of whom had red soil stuck to his trousers.

Ji Xiaosong did not act rashly, but instead went around to the militia training point 300 meters away, where several young people were practicing target shooting.

"Comrade!"

She rushed over in a panic, "I saw people reselling grain coupons over at the brick factory!"

Food coupons were a big deal back then.

Ten minutes later, three armed militiamen followed Ji Xiaosong and rushed toward the brick factory.

The lookout, sensing danger, blew his whistle, but it was too late.

Police arrived after being notified by the militia and arrested five suspects on the spot. They also found Zhao's wife and daughter, who had been tied up, in the basement.

The matter was resolved more smoothly than expected.

Back at the guesthouse, Officer Li looked at Ji Xiaosong with a more thoughtful expression: "Comrade Ji, thank you for your alertness today. However..."

He changed the subject, "How can you be sure there are people reselling grain coupons there?"

Ji Xiaosong blinked: "I saw that the ration coupons they pulled out were all colorful, what else could they be but grain coupons?"

This flawed explanation, coupled with her innocent smile, actually got her away with it.

In the dead of night, Ji Xiaosong took out the envelope and examined it closely under the light.

The outline of the stamp gradually became clear: Seventh Research Institute, Group 14.

Her breath hitched. This was the blurry mark that had appeared on Xu Weidong's work ID when he returned from his last business trip!