Yang Ce had no choice. He frowned, and could only pull from his pocket the credentials Xia Yan had given him and hand them over, saying, "You should recognize these, shouldn't you? I really do have an urgent matter."

The sub-bureau chief took the credentials Yang Ce handed him and glanced at them. He started in surprise. Though he was astonished that Yang Ce should be a man of the Mysterious Investigation Bureau, the steel seal and anti-counterfeit marks on them could not be fake, so he nodded and said nothing more.

Yang Ce called Chen Fei. The moment Chen Fei picked up, Yang Ce said, "Uncle Chen, the money is in the third drain from the head of Huruo Street. Send men to watch that spot at once."

"Yang Ce?" Chen Fei was somewhat baffled.

To be continued

1068. Talking Zhao Ying Around

1068 Talking Zhao Ying Around. "Yang Ce, what are you talking about? What money?" Chen Fei had suddenly received Yang Juehuan's call and was rather baffled, not knowing what Yang Ce was referring to.

"The bank—the money that was robbed," Yang Yanzhou said.

"How do you know that?" Chen Fei was immediately puzzled.

"Uncle Chen, Mengyan and I were at the bank at the time, but as for how I know, I can't say," Yang Yanzhou said.

"The Mysterious Investigation Bureau?" Chen Fei immediately thought of something. Though Xia Yan had not said it outright, he knew a thing or two about Yang Ce having joined the Mysterious Investigation Bureau.

"Mm." Yang Linyue gave a faint assent.

"All right, I understand." Chen Fei said nothing more. If Yang Ce had been able to join the Mysterious Investigation Bureau, he must have had something exceptional about him, so there was nothing strange about Yang Ce naming the location of the robbed money with such accuracy.

"As for the statements, there's no need to take them. These customers should have nothing to do with the robbers." When the robbers had come in, Yang Ce had also carefully observed every customer in the bank. At that moment their minds were all tense, each of them thinking only of how to escape and whether the robbers might hurt them. Yang Shuoxuan had seen it all with his ability, and no one's thoughts had been in any way unusual, so he could conclude that all these people were innocent.

"All right. Hand the phone to the officer handling the case beside you," Chen Fei said.

Yang Ce handed the phone to the chief beside him. The chief took it, listened to what Chen Fei had to say, and agreed.

Chen Fei did not dare delay. He took his men straight to Huruo Street, where Yang Ce had said, and quietly set up surveillance on the activity at the third drain. As for things on Yang Ce's end, the chief, having heard Chen Fei's words, released all the customers.

The reason Chen Fei dared to be so certain was also because of Yang Juehuan's other identity. The Mysterious Investigation Bureau had great standing and a formidable name; if it had sought out Yang Ce, it could not have been by mere chance—there had to be a reason for it. But these matters were all classified, so naturally Chen Fei could not inquire too much.

Seeing that Chen Fei had no doubts at all about Yang Juehuan's words, it was clear that there was no problem with Yang Juehuan's identity either. The chief returned the credentials to Yang Ce, and his attitude improved considerably. He invited Yang Ce to sit in his office for a while, but Yang Shuoxuan had no time; after a few polite words, he left the police station with Chen Shutang and Lin Yanhe.

Only in the car did Chen Shutang and Lin Yanhe finally let out a long breath. Chen Shutang patted her chest and said, "I was scared to death just now. I was afraid you'd rashly go and meddle in this."

"I'm not an idiot. If I can beat them, I can step in; if I can't, isn't that just throwing my life away?" Yang Ce said. "All three of them were carrying guns. I'm not impervious to bullets—how could I possibly go head-to-head with them?"

When Yang Ce had shown the chief his credentials and called Chen Fei, it had all been outside the statement room, so Chen Shutang and Lin Yanhe had not seen any of it, and Yang Shuoxuan did not want them to know about these things.

"Still, these people moved fast. I wonder whether the case can be solved." Chen Shutang had heard Chen Fei talk about plenty of major and serious cases since she was little, and she knew how difficult this robbery would be.

The robbers were highly professional. The moment they entered, they destroyed the surveillance system, then methodically killed one person to warn everyone in the bank not to act rashly; after taking the money, they withdrew swiftly. Only the two English letters they sprayed on the wall before leaving were somewhat baffling.

If it was not a prank, then the robbers meant to express something by it—that was what Yang Shuoxuan thought. But judging from the robbers' whole procedure, there had not been a single wasted move to delay them, so why leave two letters behind before leaving at the end?

The likelihood of a prank was rather small, because Yang Ce did not think these robbers were such idle people. That left only one possibility: these robbers wanted to express something through those two letters.

If "sb" did not mean "idiot," then perhaps this band of robbers, like those terrorist organizations, left a mark after doing their misdeeds to declare that this was the handiwork of their organization.

"Sister Lin, how are you?" Chen Shutang was still the bolder of the two, and it was not long before she recovered. She asked Lin Yanhe, who was still tightly clutching her hand.

"I'm all right. Thank goodness you and Yan came along. Otherwise, on my own, I really wouldn't have known what to do." Lin Yanhe spoke with lingering fear.

"Yang Ce, you jinx—you actually called it. Look how you've frightened Sister Lin." Chen Shutang complained to Yang Ce.

"What does that have to do with me?" Yang Jincong laughed. "I'm not a god, saying something and having it come true. If I were, I'd say all the beauties on earth were my wives."

"You really have no sense of propriety." Chen Shutang glared at Yang Puqi. "Isn't this enough already?"

"Just a joke," Yang Hengye said. "We didn't manage to deposit the money either. How about we find another bank?"

"All right. Let's hope our luck isn't so bad this time," Chen Shutang said. "But luckily, the robbers didn't take the money we had on us. Otherwise, before it even got into the bank, the bank couldn't be held responsible for it."

"Yes—a blessing in misfortune." Yang Ce said this aloud, but inwardly he grew puzzled again. Chen Shutang's words had reminded him: when the robbers rushed in, Lin Yanhe was just opening her suitcase to take out money—the robbers could not have failed to see it. And there were at least three hundred thousand in Lin Yanhe's suitcase, no small sum either, while all the money they had robbed from the bank amounted to only a few million.

What Yang Ce found somewhat inconceivable was that these people had clearly seen the money in Lin Yanhe's hands, yet they had not taken it along with the rest. What on earth was the reason?

The possibility of forgetting was not very great. If one person forgot, then for the other two to forget as well seemed rather unlikely. So the remaining possibilities were: first, the robbers disdained Lin Yanhe's money; second, the robbers simply had no thought of robbing the money in Lin Yanhe's hands.

Yang Ce had long felt that this bunch did not seem like professional bank robbers. Their movements and marksmanship were professional, but they seemed more like they were carrying out a procedural task; their aim was not to rob money—perhaps they had some other object in mind.

The first possibility was probably not it. Three hundred thousand was naturally less than three million, but it was not so little as to be unworthy of robbing, and to the robbers it would have been the work of a moment.