Le code de Dieu

Chapitre 1

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"Virgin Blood" is also known as "The Lost Soul of Fortress Mountain".

[1] Hotel Horror

In May, the air in Dalian was already unbearably hot and dry. The most distinctive feature of the Development Zone was its quietness, especially at night. The sweltering air was almost unbearable when we set off, but upon getting off the car, we were surprised to find it refreshingly cool, even a little chilly, quite incongruous with the expected temperature. The daytime bustle of traffic had gradually disappeared, with only occasional vehicles and pedestrians hurrying by, accompanied only by withered leaves and scraps of newspaper falling in the wind, creating an inexplicable sense of unease.

"This is it," Leng Ruofeng muttered to himself as he walked into the "Wanbao Hotel." The 40-square-meter lobby was fairly luxuriously decorated, with soft lighting casting a dark purple hue over the room, and the aroma of lemon added a touch of poetry. "Indeed a good place for lovers' romantic rendezvous," Leng Ruofeng thought. "Although it's not a five-star hotel, the prices here must be quite high."

"Hello, sir, would you like a room?" the young female server in a red cheongsam behind the counter asked with a smile.

"Oh, my friend has already booked a room in advance. Could you please check? Her name is 'Yuan Yue'er', oh no, it's 'Ouyang Bingbing'. I made a mistake, I'm sorry," Leng Ruofeng said to the waiter somewhat shyly.

"Is this Ouyang Bingbing?" The waitress glanced at him with a hint of doubt before looking down at the registration form. "Found it, room number 302. We hope you enjoy your stay at our hotel." As a waitress here, she had lost count of how many times she had said that.

They arrived at the third floor. As he stepped out of the elevator, a faint chill brushed past Leng Ruofeng's face, but his mind was too preoccupied to notice. Thankfully, he immediately spotted the room number 302. If he had only felt shy when he first entered the hotel, now he felt nervous, extremely nervous. The dim purple light, just like in the lobby, further fueled his lack of courage, and he hesitated twice before ringing the doorbell. "Knock. Knock..." A rhythmic footstep came from the other end of the corridor. Perhaps realizing his actions might make him seem like a thief, he instinctively rang the doorbell.

The door opened, accompanied by a faint fragrance. A girl in a light pink nightgown stood gracefully before him, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes radiated a cold and alluring beauty, and her obviously curvaceous figure made Leng Ruofeng truly stunned. She was too beautiful, ten times more beautiful than on the computer screen. He really hadn't expected it.

"Leng Ruofeng, I've been waiting for you for so long." It was the girl who spoke first.

"Oh, you, hello," Leng Ruofeng replied somewhat hesitantly.

"Hehe, you really are the reserved type. It seems you weren't lying. But even if you're comfortable standing outside, can you bear to let a girl in her pajamas stand at the door the whole time?" The girl tilted her head and said softly.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry." Leng Ruofeng immediately entered the room. Perhaps it was the hotel owner's unique preference, or something else entirely. The color scheme from the lobby downstairs to the room was dark purple, giving off a melancholic and aloof feeling. The room was elegantly furnished, and the most fitting description was comfort—the kind of comfort that could be felt simply by looking at it.

“We’re old friends, there’s no need to be so shy,” the girl said with a smile, looking at Leng Ruofeng who seemed uncomfortable.

"Ah, yes, who said I was shy, Miss Ouyang Bingbing?" Perhaps influenced by the girl's cheerful personality, Leng Ruofeng was trying to adapt to the atmosphere here.

"Sit down and wait for me for a bit. I'm going to take a shower. I've been running around outside all day, and it wouldn't be proper for a woman to smell sweat on a handsome guy," the girl said half-jokingly.

"Ah, whatever," Leng Ruofeng replied with a smile, though at that moment he actually had no idea what to do.

The girl glanced at him gently, then with a seductive movement, entered the bathroom. The water gurgled in the bathroom, its sound carrying a pleasant quality. Leng Ruofeng's mind, however, hadn't quite returned to normal, slowly processing the romantic encounter unfolding before him. 23-year-old Leng Ruofeng was a rather introverted young man. As a freelancer, he spent his time online, writing for magazines to earn a living, and primarily doing surveying and mapping auxiliary design for a surveying institute. Disliking constraints, he had never held a full-time job. He had met the girl on QQ two months ago; her screen name was "Round Moon." She had taken the initiative to contact him, mentioning that they shared the same birthday, June 6th. Finding they clicked, they quickly began an online romance, gradually falling deeply in love. Having already been intimate multiple times in the virtual world, they finally couldn't suppress their passion and agreed to meet in person. Thus, although Leng Ruofeng's online persona was like a reflection in water, and his conversation was both natural and subtly romantic, his online persona remained unchanged. But when faced with a real entity, it's like being under the influence of a mind-altering drug; what's harder to control isn't the body, but the brain.

Looking at his watch, ten minutes had passed. So far, he thought he had maintained his composure quite well. But he wasn't sure if he could control himself any longer. The purpose of their visit was clear: to bid farewell to his virginity today. Leng Ruofeng had spent several sleepless nights worrying about this. "What's done is done," he told himself, still feeling uneasy. "Forget it, let it be. Let nature take its course." But from the moment he arrived at the hotel, or rather, from the moment he got off the bus, he felt a strange unease, a chilling feeling that enveloped him and everything around him. He had never felt this way before. Was it just the tension from meeting Ouyang Bingbing? Perhaps.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, followed by the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing. In Leng Ruofeng's heart, the most wonderful moment in the world was gradually approaching.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, handsome!"

The gentle and melodious voice alone was enough to move people, let alone the stunning beauty of a "Lin Daiyu". Looking at Ouyang Bingbing, who was drying her hair with a towel while squinting at him, his heart, which had just calmed down, started pounding again.

"It smells so good! You're using 'Cai Le' shampoo, right?" Leng Ruofeng felt he should say something to break the awkwardness, so he casually started a conversation.

To everyone's surprise, Ouyang Bingbing paused for a moment after hearing this, her expression instantly becoming unnatural. "Ah, yes. You like this scent too?"

"Yes, I love this scent the most, but I don't know its name."

"Oh, really?"

From her face, Leng Ruofeng saw not only happiness, but also a long-lost sense of emotion.

"What's wrong, Bingbing? Your reaction is strange."

"Huh? What did you call me?" Just like before, the girl in front of him was stunned again. "You just called me Bingbing?"

"Oh, yes, yes, is there something wrong?" Leng Ruofeng was somewhat bewildered by Ouyang Bingbing's peculiar behavior.

Ouyang Bingbing lowered her head, as if making a major decision. Leng Ruofeng, standing to the side, was somewhat bewildered by this girl whose behavior had suddenly changed.

"What time is it now?" Ouyang Bingbing suddenly asked, as if she had remembered something.

"It's already ten o'clock, what's wrong with you?" Leng Ruofeng asked, looking confused.

"I'm a little cold, could you please take my coat out of the closet?" Ouyang Bingbing's voice suddenly became very indifferent, and her expression was serious and complicated, even chilling.

"Oh, oh," Leng Ruofeng was somewhat at a loss, faced with the sudden change. He just subconsciously kept looking at her as he walked towards the wardrobe.

"Ah!!" Leng Ruofeng almost fainted from shock. Inside the wardrobe he had opened, there was a man curled up, his face covered in blood. The white clothes made the bloodstains on his body appear even more vivid. The corpse stared wide-eyed at Leng Ruofeng, as if trying to tell him of its pitiful state and suffering.

Leng Ruofeng nearly collapsed to the ground, his body trembling as he slowly turned to look at Ouyang Bingbing. He hoped she would give him an explanation, or tell him that it was all an illusion. However, all he saw was the woman's ashen face, staring blankly at him. Terrified, Leng Ruofeng watched all this, this sudden turn of events, his body trembling more and more violently. A survival instinct suddenly spurred him to his feet, and he frantically ran towards the door, yanking it open and rushing out.

"Ah!!" His actions did not escape his terror. The corridor, which should have been bathed in pale purple light, was now pitch black. But what truly terrified him was not the darkness itself, but the realization that the "corridor" he was in was not a corridor at all, but a dark space with no end in sight, where he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. This scene, which he had only ever seen in movies, was now unfolding right before his eyes. If it weren't for the lingering pain in his thigh from hitting the door earlier, he truly wouldn't have believed it. Yet, it was all happening right now.

Suddenly, he vaguely sensed a faint light, which seemed to be coming from behind him. Sweat trickled from his hair into the corners of his eyes, entirely from fright.

Suddenly, he vaguely sensed a faint light, seemingly coming from behind him. Sweat trickled from his hair into his eyes, purely from shock, and the cold liquid continued to flow. Leng Ruofeng slowly turned around. The faint light came from a round object, about the size of a ping-pong ball, not far away, seemingly moving slowly in the air, getting closer and closer. Leng Ruofeng didn't move; he knew that even if he tried to escape, it would be futile. The object was getting closer and closer; he could even make out that it was a round plaque with the outline of a mountain. Closer still, in this darkness, the light seemed brighter and brighter. Just two steps away, the plaque suddenly stopped. A thick liquid seemed to slowly trickle down the top of the plaque, along its edge, accompanied by weak, panting sounds. This extreme stimulation gradually replaced his fear with numbness. Leng Ruofeng slowly raised his head, looking towards the source of the panting. "Ah!" Before he could even scream, Leng Ruofeng was unable to utter a sound. Almost at the same moment he saw the sign pinned to the chest of a woman whose eyes were bleeding profusely, a pair of icy hands were already gripping his neck. A series of terrifying events blurred Leng Ruofeng's consciousness, stripping him of the instinct to resist, and he silently accepted his impending death.

Suddenly, a golden light emanated from Leng Ruofeng's body. With a woman's wail, Leng Ruofeng instantly regained some clarity and, with all his might, struck the woman—whose appearance was unclear—with a palm strike. A scream of agony followed, and then Leng Ruofeng knew nothing more.

[2] Enveloped by deathly aura

In a specially sealed interrogation room at the Public Security Bureau, Leng Ruofeng looked completely innocent and bewildered.

Faced with police questioning, he couldn't offer a convincing explanation for his terrifying experience meeting his online friend, or for being found sleeping in the hotel corridor that morning. He only knew that a male corpse had been found in room 302 that morning. Despite Leng Ruofeng's inability to provide a coherent account, the police, finding no evidence of murder, decided to release him pending trial. While the police were collecting Leng Ruofeng's belongings, they found something extra: the round pendant from the "woman" with bleeding eyes from the previous night. The police said it was found in the corridor where Leng Ruofeng had slept that morning. Feeling it was related to his strange experiences, Leng Ruofeng lied and claimed it was his talisman.

The reason the police let Leng Ruofeng go wasn't solely due to insufficient evidence; there were other reasons. First, the cause of death was determined to be ruptured blood vessels throughout the body, something no normal human could achieve. Second, this was the third similar death in a month. The only difference was that this time, Leng Ruofeng, whom the police considered to be utterly incoherent, was involved. The first case occurred about three weeks prior, and the second ten days ago. The circumstances of the deaths were identical to this one, and both victims were men in their twenties, born on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month. Due to the unusual and brutal nature of the cases, they were being investigated secretly by the police. The police repeatedly emphasized the need for secrecy. Before leaving, a slightly overweight officer gave him a phone number and quietly, somewhat mysteriously, told him to call if anything seemed amiss. Leng Ruofeng was finally freed from this dangerous situation.

Back in his rented apartment, Leng Ruofeng was still bewildered by everything that had happened, unable to eat a thing. The round moon, Ouyang Bingbing, the beautiful woman, the dead body, the dark room, the woman with blood streaming from her eyes—was that woman really a "ghost"? She looked like that; she definitely was. Could there really be ghosts in the world, and so terrifyingly so? And more importantly, it had happened to him… The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He couldn't understand what was going on, and even wondered if it was just a nightmare. Suddenly, he remembered the round plaque and pulled it out of his pocket. He must have accidentally pulled it off during the fight with the "female ghost" last night. The rope that tied it to the plaque was nowhere to be found; it should still be with the "female ghost." It was a plaque carved from some kind of bone, with the outline of a mountain on it. Although it looked somewhat old, it was very well preserved, and the patterns were still clear. Looking at it, the mountain shape on the plaque seemed very familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. He flipped the dominoes over, revealing three large "six" characters stacked in a "品" (pin) shape on the back. Below these "six" characters were four smaller characters: "Xu Family Manor." "Six, six, six," "Xu Family Manor"—what did this mean? Could this domino signify something? Leng Ruofeng repeated these words, racking his brains. Could it be...? He suddenly remembered what the police had told him: all three victims were born on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month. Could this refer to that? Then why were there three "six" characters? Could it refer to 6:00 AM on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month? He was indeed born at that time, but how could it be such a coincidence that all three victims were born at the same moment? If that were the case, then wasn't all of this a pre-planned scheme to kill him? Ouyang Bingbing, this seemingly pure and innocent girl, this long-time online lover—was all of this intentional? And what was the reason behind all of this? Leng Ruofeng could only mutter to himself in frustration, bearing pressure he had never imagined.

Perhaps he should have more friends, so that at least he'd have someone to share his troubles with. He began to consider whether he should change his withdrawn personality. But what good are friends anyway? Only a fool would believe that. He shook his tired, aching body. So exhausted. Maybe he should take a nap. So he drank a packet of Yili instant noodles, swallowed two sleeping pills, and collapsed onto the bed.

"Ring ring ring, ring ring ring, ring ring ring..." The phone rang twice before Leng Ruofeng was finally awakened.

"Hello, who is it?" Leng Ruofeng asked, still dazed.

"It's me, Director Wang from the surveying and mapping department. There's some urgent work here, and I need you to come and do it for me."

Leng Ruofeng glanced at his watch; it was already 4 PM. "Oh, I see. I'll go in a bit." Leng Ruofeng rubbed his eyes; work couldn't be neglected, he depended on it for survival.

After going downstairs, the ring road bus stop was only three minutes away. I waited for seven or eight minutes, but there was still no sign of a car. The ring road is so slow these days. Oh well, I'll just take a taxi. With a wave of my hand, a blue and white taxi quickly pulled up. Different treatment for different fares, indeed! Just as I was about to open the door, a girl across the street caught Leng Ruofeng's attention. "It's Ouyang Bingbing! Yes, it's her." Although what had happened had instilled a great fear in him about this girl whose background he couldn't quite grasp, the fact that she dared to come out in broad daylight at least proved she wasn't a ghost. Even if she were a murderous demon, she wouldn't dare do anything to him on the street. This mystery wouldn't be solved until it was resolved. Thinking this, he unconsciously chased after Ouyang Bingbing. But after running only five or six meters, he heard a screeching sound of brakes behind him, followed by the heart-wrenching sound of metal colliding. Turning around, he saw that the taxi he had just been taking had become deformed. Close behind it was a large truck that had just driven up from behind. This scene left Leng Ruofeng speechless once again. If he hadn't come to chase after Ouyang Bingbing, he would already be... How could this be? Was it just a coincidence? Suddenly remembering Ouyang Bingbing, he looked again, but there was no one on the wide street, as if they had vanished.

This almost instantaneous scene cast a deeper shadow over Leng Ruofeng. He turned to go home immediately, but then remembered he was alone at home; how safe was that? Perhaps he should go to Director Wang's place—more people meant more positive energy, at least he could be looked after. But then he thought, if something unclean really wanted to harm him, wouldn't going to someone else's place only bring trouble? He'd already implicated a car, and the driver's fate was still unknown. So he returned home. He called Director Wang, saying he wasn't feeling well, and managed to finish most of his work via email.

Suddenly, Leng Ruofeng remembered that Director Wang was a learned old man, so he sent an email asking if he had heard of anything like "666" or "Xu Family Manor".

"I don't know anything about '666', but I do know a little about 'Xu Family Manor'."

"Really? Then tell me quickly, what exactly is 'Xu Family Manor'?"

"The so-called 'Xujiashan' is the old name of the current Paotaishan in the development zone. As for 'Xujiashanzhuang,' I'm not very clear about it. I only heard my grandfather mention 'Xujiashan.' Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"Oh, it's nothing. A friend asked me about it." Leng Ruofeng didn't want to tell anyone about his experience at the moment, because he believed no one would believe him. "So, is there any way to find out?"

"I do have some information about the old calendar of the development zone. Let me take a look."

"That's great, thank you so much, Director Wang! Please let me know as soon as you find anything."

"no problem."

Finally, there was some progress. A mixture of joy and melancholy filled Leng Ruofeng's heart. He reflected again on his experiences, especially today's ordeal. If he hadn't gone after Ouyang Bingbing, he would already be strolling on the Bridge of Helplessness. Was Ouyang Bingbing trying to harm him? Was she determined to kill him?

However, Leng Ruofeng could do nothing but repeatedly examine a domino, the trophy from his battle with the female ghost. "Xu Family Mountain" was the nearby "Paotai Mountain"? This was the first time he'd heard of it; no wonder the mountain shape on the domino looked familiar—it must be real. But what about "Xu Family Manor"? It sounded like the name of a manor, but even if such a place existed, it shouldn't be in this era. Director Wang said he'd heard it from his grandfather, meaning the whole incident involved something from a very long time ago. Leng Ruofeng became increasingly confused, but no matter what, he had to find the secret; otherwise, he'd suffer a mental breakdown. Since it was related to Paotai Mountain, and it wasn't far, he might as well go check it out; it was the only clue. Yes, he'd go tomorrow.

The clock struck 2 a.m. The city night was always dotted with streetlights, or the faint glow of hearts of those who couldn't sleep. Leng Ruofeng was one of them. He had specially chosen the pink lamp; its gentle and tender light had accompanied him through many nights. But now, this ambiguous haze only plunged him into an abyss of fear.

"Drip, drip..." In her half-drowsy state, she seemed to hear the sound of dripping water, like a deathly note in the dark night. Had she not turned off the faucet properly? Thinking this, she lazily went to the bathroom, and sure enough, the faucet wasn't turned off tightly. After turning it off, she took only two steps, "Drip, drip..." The same sound again. Was the faucet broken? Turning back again, the faucet was still dripping, dripping, dripping. But just as she was about to turn it off again, Leng Ruofeng suddenly realized that the water dripping was wrong—the color was wrong, and the speed of the dripping was wrong. Leng Ruofeng opened her previously blurry eyes wide, and in the faint pink light, ah!! It was blood!!! Leng Ruofeng trembled and stumbled back, her back hitting the wall. It was sticky and wet; she touched it—it was... blood! Her body involuntarily turned around with a "whoosh." On the originally snow-white wall, streaks of blood were slowly flowing down. Gradually, the blood distorted and formed a human shape. And that human shape slowly, slowly became clearer—it was the female ghost from the darkness of the hotel! Staring with green eyes, thick blood constantly flowing from the corners of her eyes, she stared straight at Leng Ruofeng.

Ah! ...Leng Ruofeng, covered in cold sweat, sat bolt upright. A few rays of morning light pierced through the gap in the curtains. It was already dawn; it was just a nightmare. He glanced at the wall, then lowered his head and took a few deep breaths.

After washing his face, Leng Ruofeng opened his email. There was a letter from Director Wang:

[Xiao Leng: I've looked up some information about Paotai Mountain. I only know that Paotai Mountain was indeed originally called Xujia Mountain. In the late Qing Dynasty, it was renamed Paotai Mountain because defensive artillery was built there. Later, people gradually got used to this name and forgot the original name. When the Dalian government planned the development zone in 1984, it named it Paotai Mountain because the name was bold and powerful, and it was also a rare scenic spot in the development zone. Moreover, when Paotai Mountain was redeveloped, many of the original old buildings were demolished, leaving only the artillery and a few watchtowers.]

That's all the information I have. As for the 'Xu Family Manor' you mentioned, if you're referring to something related to Paotai Mountain, then it must be something from even earlier. After all, there aren't many historical records left in Dalian. If you want to check, you'll probably only be able to find it in the Public Security Bureau's archives. Okay, goodbye.

"Public Security Bureau History Museum?" Leng Ruofeng muttered to himself. Even if there were relevant materials, how could I possibly get in? Ugh, so annoying! Oh? Right, he found the phone number the fat policeman had given him when he left the Public Security Bureau, and dialed it, thinking he'd give it a try and see if he could be of any help.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" a man's voice asked.

"Hello, my name is Leng Ruofeng..."

Before Leng Ruofeng could finish speaking, someone immediately chimed in, "It's you. What can I do for you?" The man's voice seemed to carry a hint of joy.

"Oh, you're that fat policeman?"

"Haha, it's me, but don't call me fat cop, I only weigh 85 kilograms," the policeman joked.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to remember me. It's like this, I want to go to the Public Security Bureau's archives to look up some things, I wonder if you could help me get a referral." Leng Ruofeng always spoke very directly.

"Haha..." Another burst of laughter came from the other side; the chubby policeman seemed quite cheerful. "Come to the archives room now; I'll be waiting for you here."

"Huh? Oh. Okay, I'll go right away." Leng Ruofeng was a little surprised, but thinking that he might change his mind, she decided to go first.

Leng Ruofeng put on a coat and immediately got up. Seeing the blue and white taxis on the street, he couldn't help but think of yesterday's car accident, but there was nothing he could do. After all, all the taxis in the development zone were like this. Blue and white, colors that originally symbolize peace and tranquility, now evoked thoughts of death, as if the call of angels was coming from the blue sky and white clouds.

Along the road near Fortress Mountain, Leng Ruofeng carefully surveyed the mountain's scenery. Fortress Mountain, covering only about one square kilometer and rising just over a hundred meters, possessed a unique and magnificent beauty. Summer was perhaps the most beautiful season for Fortress Mountain; the blazing sun did not wither the vegetation, but rather displayed vibrant life. The lush forests were exceptionally dense, and the hidden stone paths resembled a beautiful white serpent winding through the woods. He hadn't noticed before how poetic Fortress Mountain was… Ah, he almost forgot his business; he was even in the mood to admire the scenery. But Fortress Mountain, which could make one forget their troubles, was completely unrelated to the terrifying "female ghost."

The Public Security Bureau's history museum was far less impressive than the bureau's main entrance, resembling an unremoved historical artifact from a distance. Its location was also somewhat remote; the wrinkles on the asphalt indicated that it wasn't a frequent visitor. After getting out of the car and paying, Leng Ruofeng stepped on a banana peel and stumbled, falling flat on his face. "Damn it, who is it..." Before he could finish cursing, a loud crash followed by a cloud of dust. "Cough, cough, cough..." Leng Ruofeng was still reeling from the dust and coughed repeatedly. As his vision cleared, he looked up and saw Ouyang Bingbing's beautiful figure not far ahead. Reflexively, Leng Ruofeng immediately stood up, but before he could even straighten his backside, he was forced back to the ground, as if something was holding him down. Turning his head, he saw a huge sofa that seemed to be pressing down on him from waist to waist. Leng Ruofeng stared wide-eyed at this inexplicable and terrifying sight.

"Ah, young man, are you alright?" A man in his fifties ran out of the building entrance, panting and asking timidly.

Leng Ruofeng was still in shock, looking blankly at the dark-faced man in front of him.

Soon, several more people came out of the stairwell. They glanced at Leng Ruofeng, then worked together to move the sofa off Leng Ruofeng and help him up.

"We were just lowering the sofa down from upstairs with ropes when the ropes suddenly snapped, and the sofa fell down. When we looked down, we saw you trapped underneath." The man looked apologetic, as if he was worried that something might happen to Leng Ruofeng and cause trouble for him.

After listening to the man's account, Leng Ruofeng's expression turned wooden. "The second time," Leng Ruofeng muttered coldly to himself. Seeing the panicked looks in the men's eyes, he simply said, "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you." He then turned and left, leaving the men with confused and relieved gazes. When they thought of Ouyang Bingbing again, she was already gone, just like last time. "Ouyang Bingbing, who exactly are you? What do you want?" Leng Ruofeng whispered fiercely.

A few more steps and they would be at the history museum. Compared to the mood they had when they set out, the museum was now devoid of life. The management of the history museum wasn't as strict as they had imagined; after all, it was just historical materials. As soon as Leng Ruofeng entered, he immediately saw the fat policeman, accompanied by a bespectacled, well-mannered man with a small mustache. Both men looked to be no more than 30 years old, flipping through a very thick book together. The fat policeman had already seen Leng Ruofeng the moment he stepped inside.

"Xiao Leng, you're here!" the chubby policeman asked cheerfully.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." After what had just happened, Leng Ruofeng was in a very low mood.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so dirty?" As expected of a police officer, he noticed Leng Ruofeng's unusual behavior at a glance.

"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell." Perhaps out of habit, Leng Ruofeng replied casually without thinking.

"Alright, since everything's fine, let's begin," the chubby policeman said.

"Start? What do you mean?" Leng Ruofeng asked.

"Haha, don't rush, let me introduce myself first. My name is Liu Wen, and my profession goes without saying. This gentleman next to me is Lu Xiaoming, he's my friend, a computer engineer, and I invited him to help out," the chubby policeman said casually.

"Oh, hello," Leng Ruofeng returned the greeting, glancing at the computer engineer as he noticed. He'd always been interested in computers, and this was the first time he'd met a computer engineer like this; naturally, he wanted to pay close attention to someone knowledgeable in the field. Perhaps all computer scientists resembled Bill Gates—a lean figure, his small eyes behind rounded glasses quite expressive. His most distinctive feature was the small mustache on his lips, sticking up high on both sides, giving him a nonchalant air.

"Hello, I've heard Liu Wen mention you before," the man with the mustache said with a smile.

"Oh, I see. Then you should know that I'm a criminal suspect," Leng Ruofeng replied, half-seriously and half-jokingly.

"Heh, you're quite interesting; but I knew the moment I saw you that you were definitely not a criminal," the man with the mustache said.