"Where...where did you get this outfit?" After laughing, Jiang Chunshui suddenly remembered that Zhou Ziwei had clearly slipped into the bathroom empty-handed, and he hadn't been inside before. So...where did he find this children's pajamas in such a short time? Was it something the hotel had already prepared and placed in the bathroom? But...why didn't I see it earlier?
Jiang Chunshui can be considered a national-level special forces elite, and one of the elite among elites who has received special training. His training usually includes professional knowledge in cultivating observation skills and environmental reconnaissance capabilities.
The hotel bathroom was small, and everything inside was clearly visible. Moreover, Jiang Chunshui had heard that some hotels in the US had hidden cameras installed to satisfy the voyeuristic desires of some despicable people. In a country where sexual openness was outrageous, she naturally had to be careful. Before entering the bathroom and taking a shower, she made sure to check the entire bathroom thoroughly and found nothing unusual before starting her shower.
After such a meticulous examination, how could there be such a big oversight?
"This..." When Jiang Chunshui asked about the origin of his pajamas, Zhou Ziwei really couldn't explain it. So he just chuckled and said mysteriously, "Well... it's a little secret of mine, so please don't ask!"
After saying that, she quickly tried to divert Jiang Chunshui's attention, deliberately yawning and saying, "I've been on a plane all day, I'm exhausted, I... I'm going to go to sleep now."
"Oh... okay then!"
When Jiang Chunshui heard Zhou Ziwei say it was his secret, she didn't press him further. As the nation's most elite and mysterious special forces, everyone had some secrets they didn't want others to know. For example, Jiang Chunshui herself had quite a few secrets. If someone wanted to ask her about the secrets of divination, she definitely wouldn't answer. So... putting herself in his shoes, Jiang Chunshui didn't want to pry into other people's secrets.
Although she was still full of curiosity, Jiang Chunshui had no choice but to suppress it and said, "Then go and get some sleep first! I'll wash and dry your clothes first, and then I'll wake you up to go down for dinner, okay!"
After saying that, Jiang Chunshui turned around and went back into the bathroom. She was going to wash the clothes she had just changed out of anyway, so she might as well wash Zhou Ziwei's clothes as well. She was aware of this, otherwise... how could she take care of Zhou Ziwei in his daily life?
"I... um..." Zhou Ziwei wanted to say that he didn't have any clothes for Jiang Chunshui to wash, but seeing that Jiang Chunshui had already gone into the bathroom, he had to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Thinking that Jiang Chunshui would probably keep asking him questions if she couldn't find the clothes he had just "changed" in the bathroom, he quickly ran to the bedside, jumped into the quilt, and started pretending to snore...
When Jiang Chunshui came out of the bathroom again, ready to question Zhou Ziwei, she saw Zhou Ziwei's innocent sleeping posture and for some reason, a soft spot in her heart was touched. Although she knew that Zhou Ziwei was pretending to be asleep, she just couldn't bring herself to disturb him.
She stood silently by the bed, watching Zhou Ziwei for a moment, then gently tucked him in before turning and leaving again...
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 505: Brother-in-law
To share a bed with a beautiful woman is a blessing that can only be earned through three lifetimes.
But if you can share a bed with a beautiful woman but can't do anything bad... then that person must have committed many evil deeds in their past life, which is why they are suffering like this in this life.
Zhou Ziwei didn't know if Yang Hongtao could be considered his past life. If he could... then it seemed that he hadn't done anything heinous in his past life. On the contrary, he had done quite a few good things.
When he was a child, in order to complete the task of doing good deeds assigned by his teacher, he often had to hand over all the little pocket money he had painstakingly saved as if it were a prize he had found on the street.
If such a good person has to suffer such a terrible retribution, then Zhou Ziwei can only silently question the heavens.
Zhou Ziwei was basically held in Jiang Chunshui's arms while he slept, because the bed was too small and it wasn't even placed against the wall. Jiang Chunshui was worried that Zhou Ziwei would be a restless sleeper and fall off the bed if he turned over. Helpless, she had to sacrifice her selfless embrace and hold Zhou Ziwei tightly in her arms before she fell asleep.
Jiang Chunshui didn't know if it was because the vitality she had lost over the years had finally been compensated, but her physical and mental health began to develop slowly. Even her sleep, which used to be the worst, had improved this time.
Jiang Chunshui originally thought that it would be impossible for her to fall asleep in the same bed as someone else.
But... this time, she fell asleep quickly while holding Zhou Ziwei, and slept very soundly.
Zhou Ziwei subtly hypnotized Jiang Chunshui into sleep, then breathed a sigh of relief. He gently pried open Jiang Chunshui's arms that were wrapped around him, and quietly got out of bed.
There was no other way... Actually, Zhou Ziwei didn't want to treat his comrades this way, but... Jiang Chunshui's mysterious and holy aura was just too captivating. Sleeping in the same bed with her made Zhou Ziwei feel completely unsafe.
Oh... or to be more precise, he doesn't feel safe with himself.
The bed was only so big, and with two people sleeping on it and sharing the same blanket, their bodies were inevitably pressed tightly together. At first, Jiang Chunshui was careful not to let her most sensitive parts, such as her chest and buttocks, touch Zhou Ziwei. However, after sleeping for a while, she couldn't care less about that anymore. Thinking that Zhou Ziwei was just a little kid who hadn't even grown his hair yet, she started to become a bit unrestrained. Not only did her two breasts press down hard on Zhou Ziwei's arms, but even her plump and slender thighs had somehow risen up and pressed against Zhou Ziwei's body, causing Zhou Ziwei to immediately raise his flag.
Fortunately, Zhou was sleeping with his back bent, so... although the flag was held very high, it did not disturb Jiang Chunshui.
Zhou Ziwei felt that he was on the verge of collapse and could turn into a beast at any moment, so he had no choice but to secretly hypnotize Jiang Chunshui.
Moreover, this time it was a true hypnosis, putting Jiang Chunshui into a deep sleep. As a result, she would no longer be aware of what the people around her were doing.
Zhou Ziwei jumped off the bed and wandered around the room, only to find with dismay that the dilapidated room was really... speechless. Apart from a bed, there was practically no place to sit for even a moment.
It was the dead of night in the United States, and Zhou Ziwei, being a child, couldn't just swagger out onto the street.
In that case... he would probably immediately become a target for criminals or a target for police rescue.
In short, don't expect to have any peace and quiet.
But... if we don't go out, what can we do in this small guest room?
Turning his head to look at Jiang Chunshui, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, Zhou Ziwei gave a wry smile. Unable to find a place to sit, he had no choice but to push Jiang Chunshui's body further into the bed and then sit down on the edge of the bed.
Under the influence of Zhou Ziwei's hypnosis, Jiang Chunshui was now fast asleep. Even when Zhou Ziwei forcibly pushed her from the side of the bed to the middle, Jiang Chunshui did not react at all. Even the rhythm of her long and steady breathing did not change at all.
Feeling the softness of Jiang Chunshui's body and seeing how soundly she slept, Zhou Ziwei inexplicably began to harbor a wicked thought... It seems this hypnosis method is very effective... It can put someone into a deep sleep. In this state, even if someone... even if someone sexually assaults her, she probably wouldn't wake up in the middle of it. She'd probably think she was having a wet dream...
Uh… after this woman replenished her life force, she looks completely different from before. Who would still call her a witch now? This woman… I helped her so much, and she doesn't even know to repay me with her body. She's so heartless… Hahaha… Should I punish her a little?
Thinking of this, Zhou Ziwei found it difficult to control the surging desire within him. He couldn't help but reach out and gently scratch Jiang Chunshui's chest twice. However, when he saw Jiang Chunshui's rosy cheeks and innocent, baby-like face, Zhou Ziwei's heart skipped a beat, as if something had blocked his way. He sighed softly, turned around, ran to the windowsill, sat down against the cold window, and began to close his eyes and concentrate, refining the scattered soul power he had recently gathered in his sea of souls.
The soul power Zhou Ziwei gained during the tsunami was several times greater than what he had gained in the previous war in the pilot plane. However, because the people and creatures that died this time were victims of natural disasters rather than war and slaughter, they did not generate much violent energy after becoming spirits. It was precisely because of this that Zhou Ziwei was able to absorb so much soul power in one go. Otherwise, if all of this soul power had been transformed from the souls of those who died in the war, Zhou Ziwei would have exploded and died long ago if he had inhaled so much.
Although these soul powers did not contain much malevolence, they were somewhat mixed, because they contained the soul power and memories of many marine creatures that had died. Therefore, even if Zhou Ziwei was not corrupted by these chaotic soul powers, it was still necessary for him to sort out and cleanse them properly.
First, Zhou Ziwei cleansed the soul power brought by those soul entities. He didn't know how many soul entities he fused with in one go. Naturally, there were quite a few soul entities that still held onto their obsessions after death. If all the soul memories of so many people were extracted, it would be an absolutely terrifying amount of data.
This was only possible because Zhou Ziwei's sea of souls was vast and boundless. Otherwise, if it were someone else, the surging power of their soul, even with these soul memories filling their body, would be enough to drive them completely insane.
Zhou Ziwei hadn't had time to deal with these soul memories before, but now that he finally had some free time, and... he was even in a situation where he was afraid to get into bed, he could take advantage of this time to sort out the mess in his mind.
A large number of useless soul memories were quickly filtered out by Zhou Ziwei using his unique screening method. He threw them out of the sea of souls like garbage, letting them transform into something like radio waves that dissipated from his mind and slowly disappeared into the vast night.
As these memories of the soul slowly dissipate in the air, they inevitably touch many people who are sleeping soundly in this hotel. These chaotic, radio wave-like memories of the soul will more or less enter the minds of some people. So... on this night, almost everyone staying at this hotel has some strange nightmares, and the most frequent scene in the dream is a tsunami... the terrifying scene of towering waves.
Regardless of their ethnicity or skin color, people in the dream find themselves transformed into East Asians. Many also find themselves becoming incredibly lewd in their dreams, even engaging in inappropriate relationships with their relatives. This often leaves them feeling disoriented for a period afterward, while simultaneously generating a strong sense of curiosity and disgust towards the people of that island nation in the East.
Yes, that's the feeling of both curiosity and disgust. They are definitely a disgusting people. However... if you look at it from an outsider's perspective, they are a very interesting people. They actually do things like having ambiguous relationships with their own mothers as if they are perfectly at ease.
These dreams came in a very confused and inexplicable way, but afterwards, when some curious people saw reports about the recent nuclear leak and tsunami that struck the island nation, many were horrified to find that many of the scenes on television were almost identical to the most tragic disaster scenes in their dreams. Furthermore, when these people looked up old video footage of the cities destroyed by the tsunami, they were even more surprised to find that the situation there was even more familiar to them, as if they had experienced it in a previous life.
As a result, many people have begun to doubt whether they were born in an island nation in their past life.
So from then on, many of the guests who stayed at this hotel that night used their connections to conduct in-depth research and understanding of the island nation. The more they learned, the more frightening it became. They couldn't believe that a nation that appeared so glamorous, advanced, and fashionable in front of the world could be so dirty and despicable. In the following period, scandals about the island nation were exposed from time to time, and the image and status of this nation in the eyes of the world became increasingly tarnished, until it almost became a rat that everyone wanted to kill.
Zhou Ziwei never expected that simply clearing away useless memories from his mind would have such a huge impact on the island nation. If he had known this would happen, he probably would have gone directly to the United Nations headquarters to sort out his memories, because the people there have more power and influence their thoughts, giving them a more realistic understanding of that disgusting nation. I'm afraid the Japanese would have a much harder time in the future.
Because too many souls were lost in the last fusion, and these souls were mostly ordinary people in their previous lives, Zhou Ziwei didn't retain much. Apart from some precious academic memories, he cleared out all other messy memories.
However, just as Zhou Ziwei was enjoying his cleansing process, he was suddenly shocked by a soul memory that was about to erase him... because it was actually a memory about a martial artist.
The term "martial artist" was something Zhou Ziwei had only recently learned from Ono Yuko's memories. Martial artists were completely different from the samurai Zhou Ziwei was familiar with. Those who could be called martial artists were truly outstanding elites. The senior brother who had ambushed him with Ono Yuko but was shot down by the Bat King during their escape was a legendary strength martial artist, while Ono Yuko was an even rarer spiritual martial artist among martial artists.
From this definition of martial artists, Zhou Ziwei sensed that those who could be called martial artists were all humans who had developed some unique abilities. Even for strength martial artists, the abilities they could exert were not just physical strength; there were many techniques and secrets hidden within them that were unknown to outsiders.
Zhou Ziwei inadvertently obtained a soul memory from a soul entity within his mind, which was information about a reclusive martial arts sect. Zhou Ziwei hurriedly pieced together this segment from the jumbled information, but regrettably discovered that the memory was incomplete. He only saw a magnificent palace-like building in the memory, where many martial artists sat on high halls. A tall and beautiful woman was being stripped naked and placed on a flat stone platform. Then a group of people surrounded her, each holding a dagger and slicing into her body... Pieces of tender human flesh were cut off and then eaten raw by these ruthless people. But strangely... the beautiful woman being slowly sliced apart seemed to enjoy it, as if she was enjoying the feeling of being tortured.
Zhou Ziwei was genuinely shocked by the scene and almost vomited from disgust. However, just as he was about to investigate further to find out where this scene in the person's soul memory was, the images in the soul memory slowly disappeared... vanishing without a trace from Zhou Ziwei's mind.
Zhou Ziwei was shocked. This was a strange thing that had never happened to him before. All the soul memories that he had collected into his sea of souls were like his own private property. Only he had the right to extract or delete them.
If he doesn't want this memory, he can exclude it from the Sea of Souls. The memory will then transform into a wisp of radio waves, slowly drifting outwards and gradually dissipating into the air.
If he wanted to keep the memories, he could naturally keep them safely in the Sea of Souls, allowing him to review and access them at any time. But today... the soul memories that had caught his attention and which he was still viewing suddenly disappeared from his Sea of Souls without any reason. How could Zhou Ziwei not be surprised?
In a panic, Zhou Ziwei suddenly jumped up from the windowsill, his soul power suddenly spreading out and scanning the entire hotel area, but he didn't see anyone suspicious.
Instead, I saw several groups of men and women who had hired prostitutes and were having friendly matches in the rooms.
Fortunately, Zhou Ziwei's attention had been successfully diverted by this time, and even when he scanned the intense fighting scenes between the couples, he remained completely unmoved.
Zhou Ziwei, however, unexpectedly discovered something interesting... In a hotel room on the first floor, a middle-aged man was completely naked, and was using a wet cloth to slowly soak a basin of water onto a wall. Then, he was using a small shovel to carefully pry off the wet bricks from the wall.
What is this guy doing? Zhou Ziwei was a little stunned. Then, his soul power penetrated the wall that the middle-aged man was digging into, and he saw... behind the wall, it turned out to be a bank vault.
However, the vault was completely empty, not even a mouse was inside. Zhou Ziwei scratched his head, puzzled. He wondered if the bank just happened to be out of cash today... or if the vault was just for show.
If it's the latter, I wonder if this middle-aged man, after going through countless hardships to finally dig through the wall and enter the bank's vault, would be driven mad by the fact that it was completely empty...
Sigh... this poor man... uh... he even looks like a Chinese person, really... a disgrace to the Chinese people...
Zhou Ziwei shook his head inwardly, hesitating whether to meddle in this matter, when suddenly his body trembled, because he suddenly realized... this middle-aged man actually... actually looked very much like his brother-in-law in his past life memories!
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 506: The Robbery Plan
It really was Gao Jianjun!
After Zhou Ziwei carefully scanned the man who was sweating profusely and digging holes in the wall again, he finally confirmed the man's identity. It was indeed his brother-in-law Gao Jianjun from his previous life.
Before coming to the United States, Zhou Ziwei had been wondering if he would have time to look for his sister's whereabouts. However, he never expected that on his first day in the United States, he would unexpectedly discover his brother-in-law's whereabouts. What he found even more unbelievable was that Gao Jianjun would actually do such a thing here!
Stealing from a bank? That might be a quick way to get rich, but the problem is, even if you're good at stealing, you still need to be alive to spend the money... What's more... the bank vault that Gao Jianjun is about to dig up is completely empty; there's not even a hair to be found.
Hmm... It's also possible that this bank doesn't keep money in the vault at night, but only puts large sums of money here for temporary storage during the day when it's open for business.
Gao Jianjun may have intended to dig the hole until it was almost through at night, but then waited until daytime to break through the last layer, crawl in, steal the money, and run away.
Zhou Ziwei thought this possibility was more likely. After all, Gao Jianjun was a slippery guy who was not only good at scheming, but also the kind of person who wouldn't act until he saw a clear benefit. He wouldn't do something as stupid as wasting a lot of effort only to dig up an abandoned vault.
However… Zhou Ziwei had already discovered through his soul power scan that behind those layers of bricks and soil, which constituted the main body of the vault, was a metal wall with a thickness of twenty centimeters.
Such a thick metal wall is not so easy to dig through; at least Gao Jianjun certainly couldn't dig it through with his broken shovel.
Seeing that Gao Jianjun was about to break through the brick wall, Zhou Ziwei was very interested to see what method Gao Jianjun would use to deal with the metal wall. He believed that... with Gao Jianjun's intelligence, he must have planned this all along!
Sure enough... about two hours later, Gao Jianjun finally dug through the brick wall completely, revealing a layer of steel wall gleaming with silver light.
Gao Jianjun saw that the metal wall did not show any sign of frustration, but instead became even more excited. So he sped up and cleaned up the area around the hole he had dug, finally creating a circular hole that was twice the size of a washbasin.
When they had dug almost to the bottom, Gao Jianjun even pulled out a bulging canvas travel bag from under the bed and held it up to the hole. It seemed he was planning to climb into the vault and fill the bag with cash to steal it.
After comparing the dimensions, it seemed that the hole Gao Jianjun had dug earlier was a little too small, so he started again and began to expand the hole in the wall. After working on it for more than an hour, he was finally satisfied with the size of the hole he had dug.
Then... Gao Jianjun dragged out a tall glass bottle from under the bed, and then carried out the same small glass jar.
Gao Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief, first grabbed a watch from the table and looked at it, then opened the bulging travel bag and surprisingly took out a thick cotton-padded coat and put it on.
Uh... why is this guy wearing a cotton coat? Has he lost his mind?!
Zhou Ziwei observed Gao Jianjun's every move with puzzlement, wondering what his brother-in-law was up to.
Although it's late autumn now and the weather in Los Angeles is indeed a bit chilly, there's no need to wear such a thick cotton coat, is there? What's more, what Gao Jianjun is wearing isn't a trendy down jacket or any other cotton coat, but rather... the kind of thick cotton coat made of cotton wadding that could be displayed in a museum.
Zhou Ziwei quickly understood why Gao Jianjun had dressed himself up in such an unconventional way in the middle of the night.
After putting on his cotton-padded coat, Gao Jianjun bent down, picked up the large glass bottle, and carefully poured a blue liquid into a glass jar that looked like a lunchbox.
Next... Gao Jianjun took out a pair of thick cotton gloves and a cotton hat from his travel bag. After putting them on, he wrapped his face tightly with a thick cotton cloth, layer upon layer. Then he used a straw made of glass and rubber to take a little and spray it evenly on the thick metal wall he had just dug out.
"Sizzle—" As soon as the blue liquid was sprayed onto the metal wall, puffy bubbles immediately rose up on the wall. Then the bubbles burst with a "pop," and specks of blue liquid were sprayed out and scattered all over the ground.
The blue liquid splashed onto the floor, causing bubbles to rise and small holes to appear instantly.