Chapter 688: Chapter 625: Another Encounter?_2
Feng Ju swiftly walked in and out. When he pushed open the fifth room’s door, his gaze finally rested on a massive classical wardrobe, inlaid with ivory and tortoiseshell, standing against the wall.
The wardrobe itself was worth quite a bit, but what attracted Feng Ju was its placement which seemed slightly mismatched with the wall’s lines, and...the carpet’s fibers at the wardrobe’s base were unnaturally bent, forming a subtle color contrast with the surroundings.
His eyes instantly lit up, and he grinned, saying:
"Found it!"
Room searches, constables are professionals!
Even far more professional than pursuing criminals; this is the primary skill of being a constable.
After all, in many cases, criminals cunningly escape capture, which doesn’t affect them closing the case and receiving accolades;
But if they fail to search the criminal’s home for "stolen goods" properly, the loss would be in their own wallets.
Feng Ju stepped forward and forcefully pushed away the heavy wardrobe.
Sure enough!
A half-embedded safe was prominently exposed.
The safe was entirely made of gold, emitting a dazzling rich golden light under the light.
That glittering glow practically engraved the words "confession without being pressured" on its face.
"If the Sheepskin Scroll isn’t hidden in this safe, I’ll take my head off and use it as a nighttime urinal for the special agent, though he probably wouldn’t use it."
Feng Ju made a firm judgement in his mind.
However, Feng Ju wasn’t surprised because he understood the special agent’s lofty and dismissive attitude.
The latter never thought anyone dared to steal from his house, so it was almost reasonable for him to hide things so openly and uprightly.
Feng Ju stared at the gleaming combination dial, his pupils slightly constricted.
He wasn’t like Li Shang, the detective capable of prediction and calculation, relying on reasoning to crack the code was mere fantasy.
As for locksmith skills? Sorry, that isn’t part of a constable’s professional skills.
Using a gun?
The noise would be too loud!
If the gunshot disturbed the Black Yama having a pleasant time next door, it would be a complete waste, a path to self-destruction.
So, he would have to...dissolve it with his mouth.
Feng Ju had long found that after his "death and resurrection," certain liquids in his body underwent bizarre changes, becoming highly corrosive!
The corrosiveness of the blood was strongest, akin to aqua regia, easily burning through metal.
Saliva, though slightly inferior, was frightening enough.
Given his low blood volume, he could only use saliva.
He didn’t need to dissolve the entire golden safe door; the workload was too large, and there wasn’t enough saliva.
He only needed to dissolve a fingernail-wide crack or weak point at the key position of the door lock or hinge.
As long as he could create a small breach, he was confident he could use brute force to pry open the safe.
The plan was crude but practical; it was the most perfect solution he could think of at the moment.
Feng Ju’s Adam’s apple moved, then he walked to the glittering safe, half-kneeling down.
He opened his mouth, revealing teeth stained with blood smears and dirt, aiming at a seemingly weaker spot beside the safe door lock.....
He fiercely "bit" down!
The cold metal sensation instantly filled his mouth, accompanied by a pungent spice bursting on his tongue.
"So gold has a spicy flavor, an extra spicy one?"
Momentarily, Feng Ju felt even the root of his tongue was paralyzed by the spice, causing his brain to buzz.
He didn’t quite understand why, but at this moment, he had no other method.
He tightly closed his lips, using his tongue to press firmly against the gold, mobilizing all the glands in his mouth, frantically secreting saliva.
As saliva touched the gold, a subtle "sizzling" sound emitted, and the metal surface gradually foamed eerily, akin to syrup being baked at high temperatures, beginning to soften and deform.
At the same time, Feng Ju was attacking the gold, at Jade Garden’s entrance.
The hunched old man, who took the longer route, finally arrived, panting, he abruptly stopped, his waxy, wrinkled face filled with astonishment.
His dim old eyes tightly fixed on a blue and white police car parked at the entrance, his pupils constricting to the extreme.
Strangely, why does this car seem so familiar?
Upon seeing the license plate, the hunched old man was struck as if electrified.
The feeling he had now was identical to Feng Ju’s earlier recognition of the plate — meeting a ghost!
Isn’t this the police car used by [Mask]?
Xiaojiu: "???"
We went out of our way to detour just to avoid you, how do we run into you again?
The hunched old man felt a surge of wicked fire blaze on his forehead!
"What does this mean? Relentless spook, right? Here again to arrest us?
He even managed to predict our actions in advance and intercept us?"
Xiaojiu felt like his lungs were about to explode in anger, is this lunatic ever going to stop?
His fist clenched till it made a cracking sound, his patience reaching its limit; enraged, he laughed coldly:
"Too much bullying!"
Xiaojiu decided not to tolerate anymore, whether [Mask] was crazy or not, whether he had Destruction Pearl or not, Xiaojiu wasn’t just a push-over.
The muddy eyes gleamed with sinister and vicious light, he cautiously approached the blue-white car, vigilant against possible attacks from any angle.
Finally approaching the vehicle, peering inside, he discovered—there was no one inside!!!
The driver’s seat was empty.
Xiaojiu’s face twisted in instant shock, then changed into a mix of surprise and intense unease!
"He didn’t come to intercept me, but... has already gone inside?!"
The thought was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly freezing his burning rage. Coldness climbed up his spine, filling his entire body, nails unconsciously dug into the wrinkled skin of his palm.
[Mask] didn’t come to block me, then must be for the Sheepskin Scroll?!!
"It’s bad!"
Xiaojiu’s mind screeched with alarm, the Sheepskin Scroll must not be lost; it is what the Young Master is determined to acquire.
All hesitations and caution were cast to the winds at this moment.
The stooped body suddenly erupted with a terrifying murderous aura, scrawny legs kicked the ground hard, propelling him like an arrow, sprinting towards the special agent’s villa.
And the path he chose for advancing was naturally not winding but the most direct, straightforward path.
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line!
Xiaojiu, indeed, is a believer in mathematics!
.......
Zuo Bai stood in front of the open trunk without speaking, packing himself methodically.
The actions were textbook standard, more professional than actual couriers.
Couriers might handle and unload goods violently, but he wouldn’t; he was gentle.
He knelt on one knee at the trunk’s edge, his right leg bent and tucked into the trunk’s shadow. His hair brushed metal covering, wiping away a layer of dust.
Just as he leaned down, his nape suddenly prickled with piercing coldness.
"Huh?!"
Zuo Bai’s upper body bent into the trunk sprang back like a spring, snapping his head around. His deeply modified electronic eye quickly focused at high magnification and captured the dynamic scene.
About ten meters behind him.
Two figures stood silently in the shadow beyond the reach of the streetlamp.
The flowing black robe draped like a waterfall, the fabric seemingly absorbing light, distorting and vanishing any glow hitting the hem instantly.
Their face covered with a similarly pitch-black mask, devoid of any facial features, except two holes at the eyes.
The relatively lean figure among them was staring fixedly at him with an unnerving focus.
"Night Watcher?!!" The term instantly popped into Zuo Bai’s mind.
Zuo Bai’s heart skipped a beat, then quickly settled down.
The skip was because he was a member of the Calamity Corpse Sect, seeing Night Watcher instinctively made him feel like a guilty thief.
The calmness was because he hadn’t exposed himself, outwardly he possessed a legal identity.
He was a star scientist, with legal laboratories, published papers, endorsement from the tech circle, he could withstand investigations.
Even though privately he had transformed himself with less "human flavor," more "tech vibe," that falls under personal freedom and scientific exploration, entirely beyond Night Watcher’s jurisdiction.
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