Chapter 213 Remnants
After Chen Chuan walked into the room, sunlight shone in from outside, illuminating part of the interior scenery while casting a shadow of his own on the ground.
He glanced around. Apart from being covered in dust, the furnishings in the room were no different from when he left a year ago, indicating that no one had been here since he left.
Maybe it was the materials used to build the house, or maybe it was some other reason, but no bugs appeared.
The main valuable things had been taken away by my predecessor long ago, and all that was left were some furniture.
As he walked slowly around the room, memories of his previous life would emerge at the right time, clear and vivid, like an old movie with warm colors, flashing before his eyes one scene after another.
Those were scenes of my childhood life here, as well as some memories of my previous life's parents. This period was the happiest and most carefree time for my previous life.
But that was all before I was five years old. In my memory afterwards, my impression of my parents began to gradually fade. It seemed that the two of them went out to do something and came back less and less often. However, my aunt Yu Wan appeared in my life from time to time, and sometimes she would speak in her youthful and loud voice.
Until he was six years old, his parents never came back. Then, Nian Fuli and Yu Wan took him to live in their own home. However, when his predecessor grew up a little, he would always come back to stay for a few days every once in a while, as if he was missing the old days, or waiting for something.
Chen Chuan could understand this emotion very deeply at this moment. He took a breath and slowly walked to the bedroom that belonged to him. He first walked forward and opened the curtains to make it brighter. Then he came to the edge of the bed, reached out and lifted a piece under the bed, and then dragged out a small box from it.
After thinking about it, he stood up again, walked to the table beside the bed, took out the entire drawer, took out a key from the baffle at the bottom, and turned around to open the box.
There weren't actually any valuables in the box, just some old books and expense ledgers left by the previous incarnation's parents, with some old newspapers in between. However, many of the newspapers and notebooks had been deliberately cut into pieces and were sorted together there.
His previous incarnation didn't know why these things were still kept, but he had a vague feeling that they might be of some use and they wouldn't be a nuisance, so he didn't go out of his way to throw them away.
Now I think that maybe the previous incarnation's parents left some clues, and were afraid that people would find out, so they cut them into pieces and stored them separately.
After he took out the things, he spread them on the table, and then took the ones that Old Lady Ni had given him. Then he compared them and quickly found the corresponding parts.
He patiently pieced them together and found that some of the pieces of text had numbers underneath them, so he arranged them in order.
After piecing it all together, he discovered that it was an address with a string of numbers at the back. Because it was written very clearly, it was clear that it was an address of the central city, but he still didn't understand what the numbers meant.
He thought about it and then thought of the black card. When he asked Gao Ming to verify it, he found out that the card had been invalid for ten years, which was almost exactly before he was taken away by his aunt.
Could it be that this thing left behind by the previous incarnation's parents is related to this black card?
Apart from this, he actually had another big question.
The idea of testing Wu Yi came to him only after his arrival, and it was a choice he made. He was sure that although his predecessor was curious about Wu Yi and admired those fighters, he had no intention of testing him.
My predecessor's greatest interest was actually to leave Yangzhi and become a traveling explorer, wanting to see whether those places in the world were as magical as described in novels and movies.
When Old Lady Ni gave him that thing, her words hinted at his mother's belief that he would take the Wuyi exam. However, being able to take the Wuyi exam usually requires childhood martial arts training. As a martial artist, my mother wouldn't have overlooked this aspect, but my mother had never been exposed to it, and no one had ever mentioned it to him.
So is there something wrong?
Could the death of my predecessor be related to this?
After thinking about it, he felt that there were too few clues and he couldn't guess anything.
Looking at the address in front of me, I'm afraid I can only go to the central city to find that place to continue verifying it.
After writing down the address and numbers, he shuffled the items again, packed some of them back into the box, locked the box, and put it back in its original place.
He looked at the bright sunlight outside and decided to clean up since he was already there.
He went back to get the tools and cleaned the house inside and out. He also accidentally found a sealed jar of tea in the basement. It should have been left by his predecessor's father, and he had never noticed it before.
There was also an algae oil generator in the basement to ensure power supply at night. He checked it and found it was still usable, so he simply started it up, boiled a pot of water, made a cup of tea, moved a chair out, and sat on the porch, looking at the woods and stream outside.
The autumn scenery is always dotted with golden and red. When the warm sunshine falls, the shadows of the branches fall on the eaves, where they sway gently, and occasionally a few fallen leaves swirl down.
The memories of his predecessor's childhood made this place extremely familiar. In his childhood, he often played with Meng Shu in front of the stream. Later, when they went to school, they were classmates. Perhaps it was for this reason that Meng Shu looked at his predecessor differently. After all, they spent the best time of their childhood together.
Speaking of which, maybe I might run into this person when I go back to Central City this time.
After finishing a pot of tea, he stood up, went back to the house to pack up his things, then locked the door, got down from the wooden steps, got on his bike again, looked back, and looked around at the scenery around him, then pedaled and left.
The return journey was uneventful. An hour later he returned to the campus and the dormitory. He put all these old memories behind him. No matter what these things were, what he had to face now was the broader and more distant future.
In the following days, he began to use the medicinal herbs obtained from the action team to assist in his own fighting training.
These drugs are much better than the ones I had before. A very small amount is enough to show the effect. Moreover, judging from the degree of my weakness, the damage has not increased much. This is not easy. It is worthy of being the government exclusive drug as Lao Feng said.
He calculated the amount and found that if there was no extra purchase, it would be enough for him to use for about a hundred days, which might be enough to last him until he reached the central city.
After each daytime training, he would take a break in the evening while doing his routine basic breathing exercises to read some materials. Recently, he was mainly reading a book about Tantric rituals.
He was fascinated by those apparently boring parts, and could read through each stroke of a pattern that was so complex that it was daunting, as if he could find some kind of pleasure in it.
He was particularly concerned about the esoteric rituals that restrained ghost stories. If he took on ghost story commissions, he would most likely encounter these. He also thought that sometimes, when solving ghost stories, he might try to use esoteric techniques to assist in solving them.
After each day passed so fulfillingly, in mid-October, he received a call from Director Lei.
"Student Chen, we have confirmed the identity of that person."
Chen Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew that this was referring to the person who used esoteric rituals to absorb life energy. Director Lei's voice continued on the microphone:
"This man's name is Han Chang, a veteran of the Blood Scar Gang. His members like to call him 'Uncle Han'. After a few days of investigation, we've tracked him down. After the Blood Scar Gang started to lose momentum, he took some of his men and hid in a village outside the city, where he's still entrenched.
He should still be surrounded by people from the Life Sect. The Esoteric Cult Inspection Bureau now needs people to deal with this and those cult members. Mr. Chen, you have experience in going out of the city to deal with cults and armed groups.
So, in the name of the Esoteric Censorship Bureau, I ask you, are you willing to accept the Bureau's commission to eliminate these cult members and those associated with them?"
Chen Chuan immediately responded, "No problem, Director Lei, I am willing to take on this commission."
He is now a second-year student and can accept commissions in his own name. As for the procedures, he can also ask Gao Ming for help, but he feels that this is not necessary for the time being.
Ren Shu's company has provided him with a lot of conveniences, so he should give something back. This kind of entrustment from a government agency can also enhance the company's reputation and evaluation.
So he then asked Director Lei to place the commission with the company, and he accepted it in the name of the company.
Director Lei didn't care about this. As long as Chen Chuan accepted the commission, it didn't matter under what name. He said, "I'll have someone mail the information later. You can just take the time to deal with it."
Chen Chuan said hello.
After all, it was official information. Less than half an hour after he hung up the phone, someone delivered it to the school. After signing, he returned to his room, opened it, and read it carefully.
This "Uncle Han" has a very keen sense of smell and strong execution ability. When the top leaders of the Bloodstain Gang were targeted at the beginning, he felt something was wrong, so he led a group of people out of the city and prepared to wait and see what would happen next.
However, there is no need to say much about the situation afterwards. Although the remaining Blood Scar Gang in the city were completely wiped out with the collapse of Molan Company in recent days, this group of people had already hidden outside the city and were not the main focus of various forces, so no one paid attention to them for the time being.
But now it’s different, because Uncle Han is clearly involved with the cult members, and since the Secret Cult Bureau has traced him here, they will certainly not let him go.
Chen Chuan looked at the stronghold where the man was hiding, and his heart moved slightly. He found that this place seemed familiar. Not far away was Caijiazhai, the place they had been to when they chased Fang Dawei and his gang last time.
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(End of this chapter)
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