Chapter 2290: Custom-Made Lover (25)

Chapter 2290: Chapter 2290: Custom-Made Lover (25)

Chuzheng inspected the entire house, but didn’t find anything useful, not even anything related to Simpson Fergus.

Chuzheng descended the stairs, deep in thought.

Crack—

Chuzheng stood on the staircase, seeing a shadowy figure moving inside below, startled by the slight noise.

Bang!

The shadow moved swiftly, firing a shot in Chuzheng’s direction with its weapon.

Holding onto the handrail, Chuzheng leaped down.

The dust was stirred up by the wind, mixing with the scent of gunpowder, slightly irritating.

Bang bang bang—

The shadow fired several shots in succession, bullets grazing past Chuzheng’s cheek as she bent backward, attacking the shadow at an odd angle.

In close combat, the shadow couldn’t use its weapon anymore.

The shadow’s martial arts were impressive, slippery like a loach.

It tried to create distance several times, but each time Chuzheng blocked it off.

Crash—

Bam—

The items in the living room were affected, the furniture damaged even more.

Bang—

The sofa flipped onto the floor, the shadow stepping on it, leaping to the other side, causing the sofa to topple over again.

Thud!

The shadow staggered and fell to the floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Don’t move!"

The shadow’s attempt to rise paused, looking up at the girl standing before him.

She was stunningly beautiful. Her golden hair stood out no matter the location.

The girl’s face was expressionless, exuding a chilling aloofness.

Her voice was clear and cold, "What kind of thing are you, so dark?"

Though the lighting wasn’t great, it wasn’t so poor that he should appear as if covered in coal?

Shadow: "..." Is that really your focus?

-

Chuzheng tied up the shadow. The other party hadn’t spoken a word; if she hadn’t confirmed he wasn’t a robot, she would have suspected he was one.

Bizarrely, his skin seemed entirely black.

Chuzheng retrieved a knife from the cabinet, waving it toward the shadow, "Is your skin really black or is it some high-tech product?"

The shadow remained silent.

Alright!

I’ll do it myself!

Chuzheng had no mercy for someone trying to kill her.

A minute later, Chuzheng confirmed his skin was indeed black.

People could be black, but this was like a lump of coal.

"Who sent you to kill me?" She thought back to how hard he’d gone at her, clearly intending to kill.

"Can you speak?"

"..."

"At least make a sound so I know you’re not mute."

"..."

Annoyed, Chuzheng stepped back two steps, suddenly feeling the floor sink beneath her.

Chuzheng: "!!!"

Damn!

Chuzheng glanced at the spot she stepped on, under the sofa, previously hidden by the sofa and carpet.

She didn’t dare move away immediately.

Who knew if there was a mechanism once she moved?

To be safe, she wrapped herself with Yin Xian, then jumped aside.

There was no danger, just an opening leading to a hidden passage below.

Chuzheng: "..."

Had no one ever moved the sofa to check?

Chuzheng thought it over and realized it wasn’t directly under the sofa but somewhere one could step on while sitting.

She had tread on it earlier and hadn’t triggered anything.

Could other conditions be required?

Chuzheng glanced around at the devastated furniture; she had no idea what had triggered it.

Whatever, let’s check it out first.

Chuzheng grabbed the shadow, found a flashlight, and took him down.

The passage spiraled downward, taking at least three minutes before reaching the bottom.

Chuzheng shone the flashlight around; the space was small, about twenty square meters, divided into two parts by a bookcase.

The shadow followed the beam of Chuzheng’s flashlight, not clear on what he was observing.

Chuzheng dragged him to a corner, and before he knew it, she’d grabbed a wooden stick from the corner and swung it over his head.

Thump—

The shadow fell to the ground, his last sight the girl leaning over him, cold face magnified, blurred, doubled, then darkness.

Chuzheng tied the shadow to the side, wrapping him into a cocoon.

Hmm!

Much safer this way!

[...]

After dealing with this, Chuzheng started surveying the surroundings.

Chuzheng found a signed document of Simpson Fergus on the table, along with some other items.

This should be Simpson Fergus’s belongings.

Most books on the bookshelf were about bioscience and genetics.

Chuzheng also found a few documents about TID on the desk, but they were just ordinary financial papers, nothing important.

Chuzheng tossed the documents aside, sitting down with a headache.

What exactly is TID?

Frustrated, Chuzheng kicked the table, causing the flashlight to roll over, illuminating the documents on the table.

In the corner of her eye, she caught something, returning her gaze quickly, drawing out two overlapping sheets to examine with the flashlight.

After overlapping the sheets, some letters disappeared, while others combined with the letters above to form new words and sentences.

Chuzheng’s gaze on the documents darkened slightly.

In a technologically advanced world, people easily forget the simplest encryption methods.

Chuzheng thought of the document she hadn’t cracked yet, now having a new approach.

-

Fong Yan returned home, finding the living room occupied by two huge bookshelves, with books and papers strewn about.

Chuzheng was sitting on the sofa, leafing through a book.

He silently closed the door: "How did you get in?"

"Your password couldn’t stop me." Chuzheng snapped the book shut, "Were you really planning on locking me out?"

"..."

Fong Yan had been angry at the time, so he changed the password.

But he also knew with her skills, deciphering it would be easy.

Did he really want to drive Chuzheng away?

He probably didn’t want to...

He only intended to scare her a little.

But she didn’t care at all.

Fong Yan changed the topic: "Where did those bookshelves come from?"

"Brought them back, of course."

"... What’s the use? Placing them in my living room!"

"Simpson Fergus’s bookshelves." Even she didn’t know their use, but might as well bring them back first.

"..."

Fong Yan hadn’t wanted Chuzheng to find them; he had sent people to search for those individuals.

But evidently, Chuzheng’s actions were swifter.

Fong Yan walked to the bookshelf, glancing over the books: "Is this from the person we were looking for?"

"Yes."

Peering through a gap in the shelf, he saw a dark object dangling from the stairs.

Calming his heart, he asked as evenly as possible, "So...what is that?"

Chuzheng followed his gaze, her eyes calm: "I want to know too, that’s why I brought him back."