Chapter 686: Chapter 624: Deadlock Matrix? Shield of the Curtain vs Shield of the Curtain
"Where have all the security guards gone?"
Feng Ju dragged his weary steps, slowly approaching the main gate.
Suddenly, his footsteps halted. What caught his eyes was an alloy boom gate, violently bent upward at ninety degrees, like a corpse with a twisted neck, looking straight up at the backside of Upper City.
Mechanically, he took a couple of steps forward. Suddenly, a sticky sensation hit the soles of his shoes.
Looking down, he initially thought it was just water, but the liquid under the streetlamp glistened with a dark red hue, strikingly like... coagulated blood.
The night wind whistled past, the ornamental grass on both sides of the road swayed violently, and the sound of leaves rubbing against each other created a rustling noise.
Feng Ju unconsciously tightened his neck and took a deep breath, detecting a faint trace of a fresh, sweet metallic scent.
Feng Ju swallowed hard, looking at the tree-shadowed villa area, he fell into deep thought.
Alright~
He had to retract the optimistic judgment he made just seconds ago!
In the villa area, it’s highly probable that something bad has occurred, and it’s likely happening right now.
Rationality told Feng Ju that in his present physical state, it was best not to venture inside any further.
Better to stay away, survival comes first, there’s always tomorrow.
But he... doesn’t have a tomorrow!
"I’m just here to get a sheepskin scroll..."
Feng Ju frantically cheered himself up in his mind, mapping out his action plan,
"...Stealthily go inside, avoid any shootings, if there’s a fight, I’ll definitely steer clear of it.
Absolutely no involvement, don’t join the crowd, don’t make any sound, just pretend I’m a walking backdrop!"
He rationally analyzed: There’s a dead body at the villa gate, but the murderer might not have been targeting the agent’s villa.
The Jade Garden spans a vast area, with twenty-six villas scattered within—so calculated, the probability of disaster befalling him is only one in twenty-six.
Precisely speaking, it’s about just over 3.8%, less than four percent!
This number inexplicably gave him immense confidence.
After all, he’s never won a "try again" bottle cap in his life, and that winning chance is said to be as high as one-third.
There’s absolutely no possibility that a mere four percent chance event would happen to him.
Feng Ju no longer believes in daughters, no longer believes in sons, but he believes math never lies.
"Nothing’s going to happen!"
He screamed hysterically in his heart:
"I’ve had enough bad luck today, it can’t get any worse, ever heard of hitting rock bottom and bouncing back?"
"No! I should say, I’m actually particularly ’lucky’ today!"
He tried to recall today’s thrilling moments—a dead-and-risen escape from the sewer, the wax-faced old man who chased him down, and even ran into [The Mask] at the last second.
"Every time I encountered danger, it turned into safety, even my greatest enemy inexplicably saved me once!"
The more Feng Ju thought about it, the more incredible it seemed:
"It’s as though some great power in the shadows is especially protecting me today, not allowing today to be the day I die."
"That’s right, I’ve walked through every ghost gate, there’s absolutely no way I will die today or fall at the last hurdle."
Feng Ju exhaled a long breath, reaching the pinnacle of confidence inversely proportional to his blood volume:
"So, just one final step left, I must go in and grab the sheepskin scroll."
"Yes! I will definitely get the sheepskin scroll!!!"
There’s no denying that Feng Ju and Feng Yuhuai indeed share many extreme similarities in various aspects as a father-daughter duo.
To the point that, after several near-miss escapes, Feng Ju also vaguely detected a misconception that he is a "Man of Destiny".
This ridiculous thought spiraled in his head, akin to the dizziness from intoxication, unsettling yet carrying a strange joy.
If these so-called "miracles" kept occurring, it’s hard to say he wouldn’t, like his daughter, discover a great theorem, almost identical in name, dubbed the—Matrix of Peril Theorem.
Alas, Luo Ji isn’t in Jade Garden, otherwise, with his fragmented bronze mirror, maybe he could truly see in Feng Ju another [Shield of the Curtain] life chart as well.
Thus, the question arises, if indeed that’s the case, with both father and daughter possessing [Shield of the Curtain], what if they were to confront each other...?
Matrix of Peril Theorem vs. Matrix of Yuhuai Theorem, which is real, which is false?
[Shield of the Curtain] vs. [Shield of the Curtain], who is stronger?
How should the scales of Destiny weigh in on this???
Feng Ju hesitated no longer. Sticking close to the dense ornamental shrubbery beside the gate, he silently sneaked toward the direction of the agent’s villa.
Thanks to the parkland workers’ daily meticulous care, the shrubbery maintains a perfect height for concealment, blocking sight without hindering movement due to overly dense foliage.
In stark contrast to the sparse, withered weeds of the slum area, it’s the most professional "passage" for stealth.
Every step Feng Ju took precisely landed on the soft humus, avoiding any pebbles or twigs that might make noise.
The cool, wet leaves and night dew-tipped branches brushed across his mud and blood-stained coat, leaving deeper water marks.
He hunched over, lowering his posture as much as possible, like a fish swimming in the dark currents, with every plant along the way becoming his most loyal accomplice.
minute...2 minutes...3 minutes...
The silhouettes of seven sleeping villas gradually disappeared into the darkness behind Feng Ju.
Nothing happened for the moment, all was well. The night breeze brushed against the back of his neck, the air carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees slightly easing his tense nerves.
Maybe... the body at the entrance was just a false alarm?
Maybe the killer had long gone, and that less than four percent "calamity" wouldn’t notice him?
Thinking this way, Feng Ju slightly quickened his snail-like stealth speed.
The agent’s villa was not far ahead.
However, just as he sped up and rounded the corner of the eighth villa, a cacophony of sounds reached his ears.
The dull sound of bodies colliding, chaotic footsteps, and suppressed gasps—it’s... the sounds of a fight!
From the sound... it wasn’t just two people, it seemed like three, with two against one.
Feng Ju abruptly halted, his body flat against the ground, slowly exhaling the air from his lungs, then quietly lifted his head, peering through the gaps in the leaves.
Roughly twenty meters away, the first thing that caught his eye was a taxi.
With just one glance, Feng Ju felt that the taxi was extremely suspicious.
He had been in and out of Jade Garden many times, never had he seen a taxi make its way inside.
Could a poor man’s four-legged iron car really blend into the villa area?
Had the security at the entrance all died? Oh—yes, indeed they were dead, so that’s fine.
Feng Ju’s gaze moved past the taxi, peering a few meters further ahead.
Two black figures, enveloped in black robes and wearing pitch-black masks, were teaming up to attack a man.
"It’s those two Night Watchers from the daytime!!!"
Feng Ju’s heart thumped violently, he didn’t even have time to carefully recognize the face of the besieged man.
For one, the night was too dark, the man was facing away; for another, the distance rendered the features indistinguishable; but most importantly, Feng Ju simply dared not look long.
With a guilty conscience, afraid that his peeking gaze would alert the Black Yama, he retracted his head like a terrified turtle hiding behind the dense bushes.
Forcing himself to stay calm, Feng Ju carefully analyzed the current situation; there was both good and bad.
The good part was, they weren’t targeting the agent’s villa that held his heart’s desire; the sheepskin scroll was safe;
The bad part was, they were damn close, at the next villa over.
"Blessing in disguise!"
Feng Ju gritted his teeth, consoling himself with the thought that at least the target villa remained unaffected, and he still had a chance.
He dared not linger any longer, quietly retreating while holding his breath, while his eyes shifted quickly, scanning through the surrounding bushes to re-plan his path forward.
The front path was blocked, so he would need to take a longer detour, going around from the other side.
He wasn’t fast, being more cautious than before in his stealth.
Walking and stopping, listening intently.
Every time intense collision sounds came from the neighboring area, his whole body tensed up instantly, like a stone statue, remaining motionless for several seconds, until confirming that the sound wasn’t approaching him, would he dare to continue crawling onwards...
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