Chapter 213: Remnants

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As Chen Chuan walked into the room, sunlight streamed in, illuminating a portion of the interior while casting his shadow on the ground. He glanced around, the furnishings were much the same as when he had left a year ago, save for a layer of dust, indicating that no one had been here since. Perhaps it was the materials used to build the house, or some other reason, but there were no insects to be seen. The original owner had long since taken away anything of real value, leaving only some furniture. As he slowly walked through the room, memories from the original owner surfaced, clear and vivid, like a warm-toned old film flashing before his eyes. These were scenes of his childhood spent here, along with some memories of his parents. This period was the happiest and most carefree time of his life. However, those were all memories from before the age of five. In the subsequent memories, his impression of his parents gradually faded, as if they had gone to do something, and their visits became less and less frequent. Instead, Little aunt Yu Wan occasionally appeared in his life, sometimes interspersed with Nian Fuli's loud voice. Until the age of six, his parents never returned. After that, Nian Fuli and Yu Wan took him to live in their home. However, as he grew older, he would always come back to stay for a few days every now and then, as if longing for the old days, or waiting and hoping for something. Chen Chuan could now deeply understand this feeling. He took a breath and slowly walked into his own bedroom. First, he stepped forward and pulled open the curtains, letting in more light, then he went to the edge of the bed, reached down and lifted a piece of the floorboard, pulling out a small box from underneath. After thinking for a moment, he stood up again, went to the table by the bed, took out the entire drawer, retrieved a key from the lower baffle, and turned back to open the box. The box didn't contain anything particularly valuable, just some old books and expense ledgers left by his parents, along with some old newspapers. However, many of the newspapers and notebooks had been deliberately cut into pieces and classified together. His predecessor didn't know why these things were still kept, but vaguely felt that they might be useful and didn't get in the way, so he didn't bother to throw them away. Now, however, he thought that his parents might have left some clues, and were afraid of being discovered, so they deliberately cut them up and stored them separately. After taking the items out, he spread them on the table, and also brought over those that Old Mrs. Ni had given him. Then, after comparing the two, he quickly found parts that matched each other. He patiently pieced them together, and found that some of the combined fonts had numerical markings underneath, so he arranged them in order. After piecing everything together, he discovered that it was an address, with a string of numbers at the end. Because it was written very clearly, it was clear that it was an address in Central City, but the meaning of the numbers was currently unknown. He pondered for a moment, and then unconsciously thought of the black card. When he asked Gao Ming to verify it, he learned that the card had been invalidated for ten years, which was about the time he was taken away by Little aunt. Could the thing his parents left behind be related to this black card? Besides this, he actually had another big question. Taking the Wuyi examination was an idea that only came to him after he arrived. It was his choice. He was sure that although his predecessor was curious about Wuyi and admired the Martial Artists, he had no intention of taking the exam. His predecessor's greatest interest was actually to leave Yang Zhi and become an adventurer traveling around the world, wanting to see if there were places in the world as magical as those in the movies. But Old Mrs. Ni gave him that thing, and her words revealed that his predecessor's mother believed that he would take the Wuyi exam. However, being able to take the Wuyi exam usually meant having experience in practicing Martial Combat since childhood. He believed that his predecessor's mother, as a Martial Artist, would not ignore this, but his predecessor had never been exposed to this aspect, and no one had ever mentioned it to him. So, was there something wrong somewhere? Could his predecessor's death be related to this? S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. After thinking it over, he felt that there were too few clues, and he couldn't guess anything like this. Looking at the address in front of him, he was afraid that he could only go to Central City to find that place to continue the investigation. After noting down the address and numbers, he disrupted these things again, packed some of them back into the box, locked the box and put it back in its original place. He glanced at the bright sunlight outside. Since he was here, he might as well clean up. He turned around to get the tools, cleaned the house inside and out, and accidentally found a can of sealed tea in the basement, which should have been left by his predecessor's father, which he hadn't noticed before. Please visit the latest address There was also an Algae Oil generator in the basement to ensure that there would be electricity at night. He checked it and found that it still worked, so he simply started it up, boiled a pot of water, made a cup of tea, moved a chair out, and sat on the outer corridor, looking at the woods and stream outside. The autumn scenery always had a touch of golden red, the warm sunlight fell, and the shadows of the branches shone on the eaves, gently swaying there, with a few fallen leaves occasionally swirling down. His predecessor was extremely familiar with this place in his childhood. He often went to the stream in front to play with Meng Shu. Later, they were also classmates in school. Perhaps it was for this reason that Meng Shu looked at him differently, after all, the best times of childhood were spent together. Speaking of which, going back to Central City this time, he might also run into her. After finishing a pot of tea, he stood up, went back to the house to pack up his things, and then locked the door. He came down from the wooden steps, got back on his bike, glanced back, looked around at the surrounding scenery, and then pedaled away, leaving the place. There were no twists and turns on the way back. An hour later, he returned to the campus. After returning to the dormitory, he put these old memories behind him. No matter what these things were, what he needed to face now was the broader and more distant future. In the following days, he began to use the medicinal materials obtained from the action team to assist his own Martial Combat cultivation. These Drugs were much better than those he had previously encountered. Only a very small amount was needed to be effective, and the harm from the fading of Second Self did not increase too much, which was very rare. No wonder Old Feng said they were exclusive to the Government. He calculated the amount, and if there were no additional increases, it would be enough for him to use for about a hundred days, so it might be able to support him until he went to Central City. And after each day's training, he would take the time to look at Data while doing his routine basic Breathing Technique exercises in the evening. Recently, he mainly looked at Secret Ritual. He read those seemingly very boring places with relish, and he could look at the complicated patterns that made people daunted, stroke by stroke, as if he could find some kind of fun in them. He paid particular attention to the Secret Ritual that restrained Supernatural Entity. If he did Supernatural EntityCommission, he was very likely to encounter these, and he was also thinking that sometimes solving Supernatural Entity, he might try to use the Secret Cult methods to assist in solving. After every day passed so fulfilling, in mid-October, Bureau Chief Lei called him. "Chen classmate, we have confirmed the identity of that person." Chen Chuan's heart moved, and he immediately knew that this was referring to the person who used Secret Ritual to absorb life vital energy, and Bureau Chief Lei's voice continued in the microphone: "This person is named Han Chang, a veteran of the Bloodstain Gang. The Bloodstain Gang's members like to call him "Uncle Han'. Through these days of tracking, we have also found that person's whereabouts. After the Bloodstain GangMomentum went wrong, he took some people and hid in the villages outside the city, and is still entrenched there. There should also be people from Life Cult following him. The Secret Cult Investigation Bureau now needs people to solve this and deal with those cult members. Chen classmate, you have experience in going out of the city to solve cults and armed groups, So in the name of the Secret Cult Investigation Bureau, I ask you whether you are willing to accept the Review Bureau's Commission to clean up these cult members and people related to cults?" Chen Chuan immediately responded: "No problem, Bureau Chief Lei, I am willing to accept this Commission." He is now a second-year student and can accept Commission in his own name. As for the procedures, he can also ask Gao Ming for help, but he feels that it is not necessary for the time being. Ren Shu's Company has provided him with a lot of convenience, and he should also reciprocate. This kind of government agency Commission can also make the Company's reputation and Evaluation higher. So he then asked Bureau Chief Lei to put this Commission in the Company, and he accepted it in the name of the Company. Bureau Chief Lei didn't care about this. As long as the Commission was accepted by Chen Chuan, it didn't matter in whose name. He said: "I will have someone send the Data out later, you can take the time to deal with it." Chen Chuan said hello. As expected of the official Data, less than half an hour after he hung up the phone, someone specially delivered it to the school. After he signed for it and returned to his room to open it, he carefully read it. This "Uncle Han" has a very sensitive sense of smell and strong execution. When the upper-level leaders of the Bloodstain Gang began to be targeted, he felt that something was wrong. At that time, he took a group of people and withdrew from the city to wait and see. However, the later situation is naturally needless to say. Although with the collapse of Molan Company, the remaining Bloodstain Gang in the city was completely purged, this group of people hid outside the city early, and was not the main target of various forces, so no one has paid attention to them for the time being. But now it is different, because Uncle Han is clearly involved with cult members, so since the Secret Cult Bureau has already tracked him here, of course it will not let him go. Chen Chuan looked at the stronghold where this person was hiding, and his heart moved slightly, finding that this place was somewhat familiar. Not far from this area is Caijia Village, the place he went to last time when he was chasing Fang Dawei and his group. Please visit the latest address

Chapter 213: Remnants

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