"To the capital?" Yuan Qingqing and the others were surprised.
"That's right, gather evidence, and then force Jun Wuchen to end the secret realm early! Minimize the casualties of the agents as much as possible."
Agents are agents after all. Duan Chen believed that those agents wouldn't die easily inside, and there were many high-level agents among them. It was estimated that after a while, they would discover Jun Wuchen's big move, and none of them would be willing to die inside.
"Agreed," Jun Ci nodded.
What he said was sincere, and You Jiawei believed him a little more.
"Now, we need to see Fu Sheng and Fu Ze first. I always feel something is wrong with that person."
Duan Chen narrowed his eyes. Before coming, he learned that Fu Sheng usually didn't leave the police station, but today, she was nowhere to be found in the police station, which was really strange.
"This is not difficult. I can arrange it." You Jiawei took out her phone and dialed a number.
"Before that, let's go back to the manor. I don't know how Yuan Yuan and the others are doing."
Fortunately, they were all safe.
"Captain! I missed you so much!"
Duan Chen finally understood what it felt like to be tackled by a beautiful girl with a boy's heart.
"Oh my! Captain just went through a big battle! Let him rest properly!"
As soon as Yuan Qingqing dragged Yuan Yuan away, Fatty got pounced on again.
"Let me see! Oh my goodness—how did your hand get injured?"
His voice carried a hint of schadenfreude, and he was wearing Jia Rengui's face... Duan Chen really couldn't bear to look.
He collapsed on the sofa. He exhaled heavily.
Fatty was grabbed by the neck by Xi Er and thrown aside.
"Meow!"
Too excited, he let out a cat's meow.
"Miss, Mr. Duan, would you like some tea?" The dog-headed maid, Bronya, walked over and handed them two cups of tea.
"Thank you."
Duan Chen tried his best not to stare at the dog head and took a cup of black tea from the plate. He had to admit that Bronya's tea-making skills were excellent. The black tea was fragrant, and after it slid down his throat, his body didn't feel so tired.
"Everyone should get some rest. Tomorrow, Xi Er and... Jun Ci will go with me to see the siblings Fu Sheng and Fu Ze."
"Okay."
Duan Chen returned to his room and couldn't bear the fatigue, so he lay directly on the bed. In the Void Realm of the police station, he had almost no rest, constantly fighting. Even with Yuan Qingqing's food buff, his spiritual energy was never full. Now that he could finally relax his mind, he wanted to rest well.
"Jia Yunlian... Niya..."
Thinking of Jia Yunlian, Duan Chen started to get a headache again. In the depths of his heart, he seemed to have been caught in an unknown vortex, and every friend around him was leaving him.
In extreme fatigue, he still fell asleep.
This time, in his dream, the door appeared again, entirely black, exuding a strange and evil aura.
That aura made Duan Chen inexplicably uncomfortable. His whole body turned cold. He wanted to approach the door but couldn't move his feet.
"Creak..."
The door slowly opened a crack. The teenager in the black hoodie stood there again, hands in his pockets, a playful smile on his lips. The cross scar at the corner of his eye writhed on his face like an earthworm, extremely eerie.
"It's you again... Who exactly are you!"
Duan Chen clearly spoke, but the voice didn't carry. At least, he didn't hear his own voice.
Black shadow tendrils extended from behind the teenager, caressing him like a gentle lover, starting from the teenager's shoulders and gradually extending downwards...
Duan Chen reached out his hand, but his feet were stuck as if glued, unable to move.
"Don't..."
He tried to mobilize his spiritual energy, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.
Finally, the teenager was tightly wrapped by the tendrils and returned to darkness. Just before the door closed, the teenager spoke softly. Duan Chen didn't hear any sound, nor could he understand his lip movements.
Don't!
Duan Chen's upper body shot up. He realized he was covered in cold sweat. He disgustedly pushed away the damp quilt, put on his clothes, and checked the time.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
"Captain?"
Yuan Qingqing's voice sounded from outside the door.
"Coming."
As soon as he spoke, he startled himself.
His voice was so hoarse...
After going downstairs, he saw You Jiawei also sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. She greeted him faintly when she saw him.
"Yo, you're awake?"
"Mm."
"You don't look well. Are you sure you can go see Fu Sheng and Fu Ze?"
"Yes, I'm very concerned about yesterday's events. Isn't Fu Sheng a workaholic? She should have been at the police station all day yesterday, but I didn't see her at all."
"That's because Fu Ze said that Jia Rengui had already passed away, and he asked Fu Sheng to spend a day moving closer to his place."
"What a coincidence..."
Duan Chen's sixth sense told him that things were not that simple.
And he always trusted his sixth sense.
Fu Ze's house was in an apartment in the center of Ice City. Due to personal reasons, he didn't want to live with his significant other's parents, so he bought an apartment here. He was a pragmatist and didn't seek luxury, only warmth and durability. This place was not what Duan Chen had imagined.
"I thought he would find a large manor for himself like Jia Rengui."
"Fu Ze and Geng Bing dislike extravagance. They prefer simplicity."
Geng Bing was the daughter of the lord of Ice City and Fu Ze's current wife.
You Jiawei pressed the doorbell.
"Coming."
A clear female voice came from inside the apartment. When the door opened, they were all stunned.
The girl who opened the door was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She wore an apron, and there were traces of cooking on her. Her long hair was braided into a pigtail and draped over her left shoulder.
The girl had a cute face and a good figure, with curves. Although she was not old, she exuded the charm of a mature wife.
Duan Chen thought of Mi Xue'er's mother, Zhong Yu.
"You... this is Mr. Duan, right? I'm Geng Bing. Weiwei jie, please come in."
Her voice was very soft. Jun Ci even leaned forward to hear what the girl said clearly.
"Okay, Geng Bing is my junior from university. We've known each other before," You Jiawei explained.
As soon as they entered, Duan Chen felt something was wrong.
It was very wrong!
"Captain, it's... so cold here," Jun Ci whispered, hugging himself.
Duan Chen nodded slightly.
That's right, it was very cold, but not a superficial cold. It was a chilling cold emanating from within, like in early spring, but someone was blowing a cold breeze on the back of your neck. Duan Chen's skin crawled.
He began to regret not bringing Qin Nanyuan.
"Everyone be careful. This temperature... is not right."
There was definitely something wrong here.