CHAPTER 1890: CHAPTER 893 SEARCHING AND FLEEING

After I finished the call with my uncle, I didn’t return to the venue. I directly told him that I was going out to gather information and would call back if there was any news. I also called Heizi and instructed him that if there was an emergency, he should text me—calls couldn’t get through, so I had to occasionally take out my phone to check messages.

I went into the Dinosaur World to tell my wife not to worry, but in fact, Yan Fei didn’t have a clear grasp of the situation in his heart—the information was too much and too chaotic, and he hadn’t figured out the details himself.

Summarizing the information heard from the school and the scene, everyone discussed and speculated that it’s likely Lin Haihu was interviewing about something and might have been captured somewhere.

The people at the police station also estimated the same because Lin Haihu’s video camera and camera were all missing.

But no one really knows where exactly he went for the big story—this guy interacts with many people, and he can have lengthy conversations with reporters from various places on different topics, so who knows what ’big news’ he heard that made him run off.

Fortunately, there are many eyes and ears at the venue, and they can generally find out about most of the reporters who’ve come by recently. The police are trying to contact reporters everywhere to figure out where Lin Haihu might have gone.

Everyone’s speculation is optimistic, thinking that at most it’s detention, but Yan Fei is anxious. Who knows where Lin Haihu went in pursuit of big news? In these times, what big news could there be? Anything positive is bound to be under surveillance; most likely, he’s poking around for something negative.

But who knows what kind of business creates negative news?

With the sky growing dark, Yan Fei decided to use the most straightforward method and started the search himself!

How to search? By turning into a bird and first looking around the surrounding areas to spot any potential ’big news’ sites and checking them out.

The rough scope shouldn’t be too far off. According to intelligence, the recent journalists coming to Sancha River and those coming to learn experiences are all from two neighboring regions—learning from successful places has always been popular; leaders from other places come to visit famous prosperous areas.

These guests are not managed by the ranch. Although they visit the ranch, Boss Yan doesn’t entertain these types; the local village can’t do much either, so they handle it themselves. Since they’re visiting the ranch and Lin Haihu is familiar with the situation there and has some acquired skills in getting along with people, he is bound to have contact with those visitors.

But mainly it’s the journalists. Out of ten journalists, eight are chatty. Catch them and they talk about anything. Lin Haihu is interested in whatever, and those reporters wanting to get detailed news will certainly tell him about it, so journalists are the key focus.

Thinking while flying, he was frantically recalling the actual maps of the nearby areas—in the sky, the more you fly, the more you see.

The first thought is about pollution enterprises, which are relatively easy to investigate. Although Boss Yan no longer creates trouble for polluting companies out of boredom, he more or less has an impression of those businesses.

People who haven’t flown in the sky don’t know how vast the view is up there. You could say everything on the ground is fully visible.

Mostly, polluting factories are established in desolate areas. Some build large smokestacks emitting black smoke strategically at wind passage points; from afar, you can only see the sky slightly grayish, with no idea there’s a smokestack below.

Some discharge points are very hidden and can easily be overlooked if not careful. But from the sky, seeing river routes for tens or hundreds of miles, it’s clear where the river water begins to turn muddy.

No matter what kind of pollution, it inevitably affects the surrounding environment. If you only look at one part, you may not notice. But from the sky’s broad perspective, any slight difference is exposed like a louse on a bald head, with nowhere to hide.

It’s just that Boss Yan is too lazy to mind matters too far away. Otherwise, unless they dig a hole in the mountains to build a factory, Boss Yan could relocate them to produce for the dinosaurs in the desert wasteland.

In a flash, he reached a factory, a ceramic factory by the river.

Yan Fei landed and flew a circle around the factory’s surroundings, listening for any sounds. Not quite reassured, he flew down, took advantage of a security guard going to the bathroom, covered the guard’s head, took him to another place.

Then gently tied the person to a chair, and with a wooden piece, scraped his wrist. The guard felt something warm slowly flowing from his wrist.

After that, at last, he heard someone speaking: "Has your factory captured any journalists taking secret photos or other people these days?"

The guard struggled desperately, initially wondering what was going on, turns out it was just a simple question, was there really a need to make it this scary? He wanted to reply but couldn’t open his mouth, almost speechless with the person binding him: Is this how you ask questions? Asking without untying my mouth? You expect me to answer with my nose?

However, the next words from that voice became a bit frightening: "Your wrist is bleeding now, ever heard of wrist-cutting suicide? You’re already cut now. Your blood is flowing out; if you don’t answer the questions well, you’ll be dead soon. Are you feeling cold now? That’s what people feel before death. I’m now giving you a chance to speak up; spill all you know, quickly. Otherwise, you won’t have another chance!"