Chapter 119: Frequent Incidents and Hurried People

"Look, there's one right there..." They lowered their voices abruptly, though they ignored the fact that the sound carried across the entire bus.

No matter how much they restrained themselves, their voices rang out as if they were whispering directly into one's ear.

Chen Qing smacked his lips, looking somewhat bored.

"Not even wearing a school uniform... walking toward a place like this so early in the morning..." Seeing that Chen Qing didn't react, they seemed to grow bolder.

"Exactly! Kids these days! Every one of them is so disappointing! They’re given an education, but they don't cherish it at all!"

"It’s nothing like when we were young; back then, we didn't even have a bite to eat—"

He listened to the chatter of the middle-aged women, their incessant droning, mixed with the voice of Bu Zhaozhao.

"Should we go take a look at the place they mentioned?"

"Look into that case?" Chen Qing shook his head. "Why not just have Jiang Wan pull the case files instead? She should have jurisdiction over this area."

He was silent for a moment before saying quietly to Bu Zhaozhao, "Let's finish up with this matter first. There’s just so much to do..."

"I’ve felt like you’ve been in a rush ever since you came back from that place." She frowned, asking Chen Qing with a hint of confusion, "It’s just... you seem to be racing against time, but I can’t quite put my finger on what you’re worried about."

He smiled and shook his head slightly. "You’re mistaken."

He looked out the window. The Chengnan First Ring Road mentioned by the woman had arrived. Here, the already desolate street was cordoned off with police tape.

He looked up; it must have been one of the alleys within the street.

He withdrew his gaze, and after about twenty more minutes of waiting, they reached the villa complex from earlier.

He arrived quickly, and the real estate agent had not yet reached the spot. He got off the bus and walked inside; by the time he reached the front door of the villa, the agent had just pulled up.

"Sir! Sir, you’ve arrived so early today?" He looked at Chen Qing, acting slightly ingratiating.

"Yes. I’m here to confirm the house and put down a deposit." He pushed the door open, his familiar movements causing the agent to pause.

But since it was finally time to sign the contract, the agent didn't say anything further.

He trailed a few steps behind Chen Qing, stopping at the doorway to fiddle with his phone.

Chen Qing walked into the house alone, casting a glance around.

"Is the person who was monitoring this place still here?" He didn't lower his voice, but he made sure the agent couldn't hear him.

"No. They’re gone." She frowned, utilizing her advantage as a spirit to observe the surroundings from within the walls.

"They pulled out?"

"I doubt it." He shook his head, pointing toward the floor.

It was only then that Bu Zhaozhao noticed the chaotic footprints covering the dusty floor of the hallway.

The prints were large, clearly belonging to adults.

"They've been here?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes scanning the room. "Yes. They left some surveillance equipment."

He muttered to himself, not at all worried about his voice being picked up.

"A few bugs, one camera."

He walked a few steps and stopped in front of a hanging painting. He looked at it, smiled, and turned away.

After he walked off, Bu Zhaozhao drifted over to the painting, quite curious.

"And you’re just talking to me like this?"

"It’s not so easy to eavesdrop on me." He listened to her words with a calm smile. He pointed to his pocket and said to Bu Zhaozhao with a chuckle, "I have a jammer in here."

She didn't quite understand, but she nodded anyway.

"What about this place? Do you plan on keeping it blocked off like this? It’s not exactly suitable for building a containment unit."

He gave an "mm," having indeed considered that problem.

"There are pros and cons, but for me, the benefits clearly outweigh the drawbacks." As he spoke, his phone in his pocket rang. He pulled it out to see that Jiang Wan had already sent over a dozen messages.

"Huh?"

He turned off the jammer in his pocket. The moment the call connected, someone behind the screens monitoring the equipment suddenly woke up.

"Hey! Someone went into that house again!"

"The same person as last time?"

"The same person as last time..."

They exchanged glances, a touch of malice flickering in their eyes.

...

On Chen Qing's side, after he answered the call, the voice on the other end sounded anxious. "Where are you?"

"What's wrong?"

"There's an emergency!"

Her voice was hurried, and she urged Chen Qing to check his inbox.

After a brief exchange, she hung up, intending to come to where Chen Qing was.

"What happened?" Bu Zhaozhao asked, curious.

"Nothing much." He scrolled through the emails, his brow beginning to furrow. "It’s about the matter I heard on the bus this morning. Jiang Wan is coming to have me handle this case."