Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 711: It’s Actually Her

Zhang Jing immediately became wary and hastily signaled the several people inside with her eyes.

The group quickly hid all the money, then disguised themselves as if they were working. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Only then did Zhang Jing go out to open the door.

Outside stood a young man with both cheeks red from the cold, ceaselessly rubbing his hands. He looked at Zhang Jing as she came out and said, somewhat displeased, "Madam Boss, what’s going on with you all? How can you do business with the doors shut in broad daylight?"

Zhang Jing smiled and invited the man inside while saying, "Isn’t the wind outside so strong? Closing the door also keeps it warmer."

While speaking, she glanced over his shoulder, "Are you alone?"

"Uh-huh." The man looked around and then fixed his gaze on the barber’s chair, "How much is it to wash and cut hair here?"

"Washing is 20, cutting is 50."

While saying it was not cheap, the man took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet.

"Make sure it’s washed clean."

"Sure thing."

Zhang Jing led the man to the washing station and signaled the others with her eyes before she began to work.

As soon as the man lay down, he asked curiously, "Your shop isn’t big, so why so many employees?"

Zhang Jing chuckled twice, "Oh, they’re all relatives from my hometown helping out, you can’t just send people away during the holidays, right?"

In order not to let the man continue to be curious, she initiated the conversation.

"Sir, how did you find our barbershop? We’re quite off the beaten path, it’s not easy."

As she spoke, the several men inside tensed up, looking at the man getting his hair washed with a hint of hostility.

The man then said "Oh," "I came here looking for a relative who owes me tens of thousands and is hiding out here, not coming out. It’s almost the New Year, and I was thinking of getting the money back to have a good celebration. By the way, do you know someone named Zhao Li living nearby? I’ve been asking for several days."

The alertness of the group abated, and the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed.

Zhang Jing said, "I haven’t heard of them, but I can ask around for you, as long as you help us bring in more business, boss."

"No problem at all."

After washing his hair, the man sat in front of the barber’s chair, drying off with a towel.

Zhang Jing then went to the back room to fetch her tools.

Seizing the moment when no one was paying attention, the man’s gaze swept swiftly through the room, fearful of missing any detail.

This place looked quite legitimate—not like a criminal hideout.

But the mystic had given addresses they’d checked one by one.

This was the last one.

As expected, mysticism was unreliable.

While thinking this, the man’s peripheral vision caught a black garbage bag in the trash can next to him, which immediately drew his attention.

Why would there be such a bag in a barbershop?

This bag was made of nylon, and even for storing things, normal households and barbershops wouldn’t use this kind of bag.

Nearly a decade’s work intuition made the man sense something was wrong, and he quickly pressed the contact button hidden inside his jacket.

In an instant, the police who had been staked out nearby rushed in and handcuffed everyone in the room.

"Police, freeze!"

"Everybody get down, hands up!"

"Get down, get down, be compliant!"

One or two of them tried to resist, only to be pinned to the ground by the police within the next second.

Watching this sudden change, Zhang Jing, who had just come out from the back room, was dumbfounded.

"What are you doing? Why are you arresting us?"

The man who had just finished washing his hair came over and handcuffed Zhang Jing as well.

"Miss, we currently suspect that you are involved in a major extortion case. Please cooperate with the investigation and come with us."

Zhang Jing’s heart sank to the bottom of an abyss.

What’s going on?

How did we get exposed all of a sudden?

How is that possible?

She was still struggling while seated, "No way, you have no evidence, why are you taking us? I can sue you for trespassing!"

Before she finished speaking, three junior police officers emerged from the kitchen, each holding thick stacks of cash.

"Captain Xing, we found these in the kitchen!"

Xing Mingfei glanced at the cash, at least more than two hundred thousand, and let out a laugh.

"Well, can the madam now explain where this cash came from?"

Zhang Jing had not anticipated this turn of events and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Xing Mingfei did not want to listen to her explanations anymore and simply gestured for the suspects to be taken away.

More than an hour later, the group arrived at the police station. Without much interrogation, one of the underage boys confessed to everything.

Xing Mingfei was somewhat incredulous as he walked out of the interrogation room.

Had this troublesome fraud case really been cracked so easily?

The junior officer responsible for recording the information, equally excited, said, "Boss, that fortune-teller is amazing, truly divine! We actually caught these people! Moreover, according to their statements, they were involved in more than just this case. The total amount is six to seven million, and the fraudsters we couldn’t find last year are among them!"

Xing Mingfei found it all too strange and asked with his hands on his hips, "Has that fortune-teller been found?"

"They’re here, they arrived half an hour ago, right in the next-door rest room."

Xing Mingfei put his police cap back on, "Good, I’ll go and meet them."

Upon opening the door to the rest room, there were already three or four people seated inside.

Xing Mingfei shifted his gaze away from a policewoman and looked at the other three before returning his attention to her.

"Weren’t you saying that fortune-teller was already here? Where are they?"

The policewoman chuckled and pointed to the woman next to her, "Captain Xing, here they are."

Having been a cop for nine years, Xing Mingfei felt for the first time that his police instincts had failed him.

The elegantly dressed young lady before him did not look the slightest bit like a charlatan.

Still somewhat disbelieving, Xing Mingfei’s face went through an array of expressions before becoming stern, "It’s work time, no jokes."

The policewoman looked somewhat wronged, "I’m not joking. Miss Jiang provided the note, and we just had her replicate one on the spot. It was identical."

"And..." the policewoman swallowed nervously, her eyes suddenly lighting up, "Captain Xing, haven’t you seen Miss Jiang’s live streams? Her fortune-telling in the live sessions is even more impressive. Oh right, she has also helped other police departments solve cases. The fraud case in the West District was solved with Miss Jiang’s help, and you reviewed that file just yesterday."

Xing Mingfei was shocked.

He hadn’t gotten around to finishing reading that case file, which indeed mentioned a person surnamed Jiang who had assisted in solving the case.

It was actually her?

So young?

And a fortune-teller?

"How did you figure it out?" Xing Mingfei couldn’t help himself and asked.

Jiang Li sighed, repeating the explanation she had given half an hour before.

"...Captain Xing, mysticism is complex, and if you haven’t been exposed to it before, even my clear explanation would be hard for you to understand. Now that the suspects have been caught, isn’t it all good news?"