Huang Wenlong had not given us a specific address. He had only told us to go to Chongqing.
All we could do was drive into downtown Chongqing, then find some hotel to stay at for the time being.
But if we followed all of Huang Wenlong's instructions, we would undoubtedly be letting him lead us around by the nose, and Du Yunting's chances of surviving would be slim.
So we could not afford to be too passive.
We had to put ourselves in Huang Wenlong's shoes and think about where he might arrange the exchange.
I thought the Huang Family House was the most likely place.
So after arriving in Chongqing, we left half our people downtown and took the other half to that town.
But if we were going to scout out the house, this half certainly could not all come along.
In the end, only the three of us, along with Wang Jun and Jiang Dalei, prepared to scout it out first.
We arrived near the house but did not rush inside.
"What if Huang Wenlong's in there..." Wang Jun looked at us.
Song Xiaotian leaned against a utility pole, his hands tucked away, and yawned. "What do you take him for, a ghost? Nobody's lived in this house for over six months, and three people hanged themselves here. What normal person would come here to sleep in the middle of the night?"
I nodded too. "When your boss's father had that video call with Huang Wenlong today, the walls of the room where Du Yunting was being held were badly deteriorated."
"This house was renovated. Even the exterior walls look brand-new. There's no way the inside could have deteriorated like that."
"I think Du Yunting's probably being held in the mountains. Huang Wenlong is counting on him