The person in the photo was Wang Jiajun. The youth immediately recognized him.

"Do you know him?" Wang Zhixing asked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes!" The youth couldn't lie; he would not fool around with his own life.

Wang Zhixing directly asked, "Why did you report him? Who instructed you to do that?"

With this question, the youth broke out in a cold sweat, and his throat went dry.

"Speak!" Wang Zhixing's tone became harsher.

The youth was shocked.

"I… I didn't do it on purpose. I only did it because someone paid me," he stammered.

"Who paid you?"

"It was some netizen. I don't know him. He suddenly added me as a friend one day and asked me if I wanted some fast cash.

"It was obvious that he was a liar. So I initially didn't want to bother.

"But, I was short on money, so I went to give it a try. Sure enough, I got money."

"Then, how did you get the report materials?"

"We all trade using mail. I haven't thrown out the parcel package."

"Where is it?" Wang Zhixing's eyes lit up.

"In… in that pile of trash? The box should be green," the youth said softly.

Wang Zhixing did not find it dirty at all. He rummaged around and found the green box.

There was also a delivery message on it.

He took a closer look and saw that the address was from a county under Hu Bao City.

This surprised Wang Zhixing.

Hu Bao and Beichuan were separated by three provinces.

A place that far has nothing to do with Jiajun!

Who's trying to frame him?

Wang Zhixing fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

Wang Zhixing thought of something.

Could it be because of Fang Yuke's fall?

Wang Zhixing knew it. His son had mentioned this case to him before.

The implications of this case were far and wide. Perhaps Jiajun had discovered something, and certain people didn't want him to continue investigating, so they used such despicable methods to frame him.

If that were the case, things would be complicated.

However, he did not back down.

As a father, no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he had to clear his son's name.

After that, he asked the youth about a few things, but he didn't obtain any helpful information.

Right now, the only useful clue was the delivery address.

However, just like what fat youth had experienced, the Internet was so advanced now. What if the person who sent the package was also instructed by a "netizen"?

It would take forever to find the mastermind.

No matter what, this was the only clue he had at the moment. He could only plow on and go all the way.

There was a faster way to find out, and that was to ask the Sect Master to do a reading.

Wang Zhixing had considered this method.

But at the thought that he had already troubled the Sect Master many times, he decided not to put it aside for the time being.

If he could not resolve it with his own ability, he would have to ask the Sect Master for help.

After thinking it through, Wang Zhixing left the estate.

He bought a high-speed train ticket to Hu Bao City. He would set off today.

…

When he arrived at Hu Bao City, it was already four in the afternoon.

Wang Zhixing rushed to the bus stop without stopping to rest. Then, he boarded an express bus to his destination—Chen County.

Chen County wasn't far from Hu Bao City. He arrived after about an hour's journey.

According to the address on the parcel, it was mailed from a store.

Wang Zhixing did not immediately go to the store but first went to the hotel to book a room.

…

At the hotel.

"Hello, can I have a single room please?" Wang Zhixing asked politely.

The clerk smiled and said, "Sure, sir! Please show your identity card."

Wang Zhixing handed over his identity card.

The clerk took the card and swiped it casually. Wang Zhixing's information appeared on the computer screen.

At first, the clerk didn't notice, but when she bent to get the room key, she took a glance at the computer screen.

The information on it made her suspicious.

This was because the date of birth on Wang Zhixing's identity card completely didn't match his current appearance.

Based on the birth date on his identity card, he should be in his seventies. However, the person before her was only in his thirties!

From his accent, he should be a foreigner.

This alerted the clerk.

She wondered if Wang Zhixing was a fugitive or something.

In short, Wang Zhixing's identity did not sit right with the clerk.

So, she definitely could not let him stay here.

The clerk pondered for a moment before putting the room card back.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I just checked. There are no more rooms." The clerk forced a smile.

Wang Zhixing was stunned. "No more single rooms? The other rooms are fine too."

The clerk laughed dryly. "Sir, all the rooms have been booked."

Wang Zhixing was shocked.

Logically speaking, this county city was not even comparable to a small county city of Beichuan. There were so few people on the streets. How could there be no rooms left?

Wang Zhixing found it very strange, but since the lady at the counter said that there were no more rooms, he did not dwell on it and went to another hotel.

…

He found two or three houses, but they were all out of rooms just like the first one.

Wang Zhixing walked on the streets where there were groups of twos and threes and not many cars and dust. He looked gloomy.

There aren't that many people here!

Are those rooms filled with ghosts?!

…

When night fell, Wang Zhixing still could not find a place to stay.

Even at an Internet cafe, they claimed that there were no computers.

Even though he saw that there were many empty seats, the people at the Internet cafe claimed that they had been reserved.

Wang Zhixing was furious.

He felt that the people here were deliberately bullying him for being a foreigner.

After walking and stopping, Wang Zhixing sat down at a food stall and casually ordered something to eat.

It was already eight in the evening.

He talked to his daughter-in-law on the phone and told her about his current situation. Of course, he did not mention that he had no accommodations.

After hanging up, Wang Zhixing drank a few bottles of Erguotou.

It had been more than ten years since he had touched alcohol. He had already drunk a few bottles, but he felt like the alcohol being produced was increasingly inferior; it was as if he were just drinking plain water.

At this moment, a few women with heavy makeup and revealing clothes walked over.

The pungent smell of perfume drifted over from afar.

The women were in heels, smoking cigarettes.

When they arrived at the food stall, a few youths immediately surrounded them.

Wang Zhixing only needed a glance to know what occupation these women were engaged in.

This is indeed a small place. If this was the Beichuan, this wouldn't be happening.

Wang Zhixing complained inwardly, then paid and prepared to leave.

Just then, a woman in a purple camisole came over.

"Boss, you must be from out of town!" the woman said with a wink.

For a profession like hers, she would receive all kinds of people every day. She had a pair of sharp eyes.

With just one look, she could tell that Wang Zhixing was not a local.

Wang Zhixing ignored her, paid, and left.

But this woman caught up to him, grabbed his arm, and said coquettishly,

"Boss, don't go! Come and play!"

Wang Zhixing was an old-fashioned man and an educator. He was very repulsed by these kinds of women.

Besides, he had not resolved his son's matter, and he was feeling very frustrated.

He shook off the woman and said, "Go away! Don't bother me. I'm not interested."

Due to his frustration, Wang Zhixing failed to control his strength. As a result, the woman instantly fell to the ground, and she got many scratches.

The woman cried and said aggrievedly, "Boss, even if you don't want to play, you don't have to get physical!"

When Wang Zhixing saw this, he immediately had a bad feeling.