Chapter 96 Mirror, Evening, Where to Go Again? And so, a chance encounter...
Having finally shaken off the executor who was relentlessly pursuing him, Fu Ze returned to a long corridor-shaped house at the entrance of Shifeng Village, just as he had planned.
Judging from the text printed on the door of the house, this place was once used as a production factory and storage warehouse for something.
However, the faded and peeling paint, the door lock that comes loose with a pull, and the exposed and broken wires outside the light tubes are enough to prove that this place has not been used for a long time.
However, this dilapidated environment was exactly what Fu Ze wanted.
At this moment, what he needs most is to conceal his whereabouts.
He unlocked the door, slipped inside, and then deftly hooked the outer chain back to its original position.
The whole process was so smooth that not a speck of dust was disturbed, as if no one had ever been there before.
With their target lost, the executives seemed to be losing their composure.
Through the slightly ajar iron gate, details such as the raging airflow generated by the turbo engine of the air-to-ground motorcycle, the burning smell of tires rubbing against the asphalt road, and the shrieking sound of brake pads pressing against the wheel hubs became blurred.
Leaning against the cold iron gate, Fu Ze closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, forcibly calming his heart, which was pounding violently from the intense activity he had just undergone.
It must be said that, despite her business dealings with meat, Que Ling also engages in moderate exercise to maintain her figure.
However, from a practical standpoint, it still falls far short of Bogdan, who has undergone rigorous training.
Once his heartbeat had calmed down, Fu Ze slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, his vision was almost entirely dark, with only some dim sunset rays seeping in through the cracks in the walls and ceiling, sparsely illuminating certain areas.
Although he couldn't see the end, Fu Ze knew that as long as he successfully crossed this place and walked out through the gate on the other side, he could get the Demon Lizard 757 in stealth mode and then drive it away.
In order not to attract the attention of the officers who were still searching for him, Fu Ze switched on his phone's flashlight and turned it to the dimmest setting for illumination.
However, the moment he raised his phone forward, the white light emitted from the phone was inexplicably cut into countless small pieces, which bounced back into his eyes after several attempts.
After getting used to the strange lighting environment, Fu Ze discovered that the warehouse was filled with all sorts of mirrors.
Like the abandoned amusement park equipment and accessories, these mirrors are covered in dust.
Over the years, the dust on some of the mirror surfaces became unbearable and eventually fell off in large quantities after reaching a certain critical point, revealing a small, barely clean section of the mirror surface that reflected the light emitted by Fu Ze's phone.
After briefly planning his route, Fu Ze began to stride towards his destination, crossing various obstacles on the ground as quietly as possible.
He walked very fast; if it weren't for the abundance of debris on the ground, he could have gone even faster.
Knowing that he had already wasted too much time dealing with the executive officer, he had to leave as soon as possible.
Although Shifengtun is not far from the main urban area of V City, it is definitely not close either.
That's why Fu Ze was so surprised when he saw the executives riding air and land motorcycles and equipped with the standard gear of the Adjudication Bureau.
He knew the speed of the air-to-ground motorcycle.
Even if we calculate backwards at the absolute maximum speed, it would mean that Zhao Hongde would have to report his whereabouts to the adjudication bureau within minutes of the start of their conversation.
Putting aside how the other party managed to send the message right under his nose, the response speed was far faster than Fu Ze had expected.
It's important to understand that this also includes the time it takes for the operator to transfer the information to the supervisor, the time for multiple levels of approval, and the time for organizing personnel...
etc!
Fu Ze slapped his forehead in exasperation.
Yes, the person currently in charge of matters related to the [key] is Hara Mihoshi.
Given this guy's style of "selectively following necessary rules and refusing to follow selective rules," with him in charge, many problems that were issues in the past have now vanished.
The group of lightly armed executives before him were probably the advance team he had sent to block his retreat and monitor his movements.
Fortunately, it was precisely because they were too focused on speed that they failed to carry many other detection devices, such as thermal infrared detectors, at the same time.
Otherwise, given his current body temperature, he would be completely exposed, let alone a layer of iron, even if he were hidden deep inside a fortress.
However, at the same time, the large force of fully armed officers who are actually responsible for carrying out the arrest is certainly already on their way.
And it's highly likely that it's already very close.
Otherwise, the executives who arrived earlier would have no reason to show themselves, start to disrupt their mindset, and deplete their physical strength.
Thinking of this, Fu Ze subconsciously quickened his pace.
His current identity is a rare and advantageous position, and he absolutely cannot be easily caught by the enforcement officers again.
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As Fu Ze walked among thousands of mirrors along the way, he suddenly had a strange feeling.
He will feel that he is not moving forward alone, but is walking alongside thousands of versions of himself.
He walks, they walk; he stops, they stop; he blinks, they blink; he raises his hand, they raise their hand.
When all minds are united, nothing is more perfect than this.
The reason Fu Ze had this illusion was not only due to the unusual surrounding environment, but also for another important reason—
To conceal his identity, he had changed his clothes after retrieving his car from the Adjudication Bureau.
Therefore, what he was wearing at this moment was not one of the expensive clothes in Que Ling's wardrobe, but a plain-looking white shirt.
A white shirt that he would wear on almost every part of his body.
However, Fu Ze knew that the shirt he had chosen had another special feature—
Perhaps inspired by the style of executive uniforms, the designer left two holes at the symmetrical position of the collar for wearing collar ornaments.
It goes without saying what the hole is for.
Fu Ze couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
When he was still working as an executive officer inside Bogdan's body, what he hated most was wearing a collar insignia.
But when I lose that right, I often think about it and reminisce about it.
Humans are really strange.
Just then, accompanied by the sound of wind and the scraping of plastic, Fu Ze suddenly felt his vision turn crimson.
After his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, he looked closely and realized that a tarpaulin that had been hung outside the warehouse had been blown away.
The vibrant sunset poured in, illuminating the area that had been dark and empty.
A table with a limp leg, a beer bottle lying to the side, and a single sofa with frayed edges that even reveal some of its springs.
What lies before us is a makeshift rest area that the workers once cobbled together from various scraps they had collected.
Although the place was long gone, Fu Ze could still imagine them sitting there enjoying the breeze and the view.
If it weren't for the inconvenience of time and opportunity, given his personality, he would definitely have had a long-distance drinking session with these people who know how to steal a moment of leisure from their busy lives.
Leaping over the tattered mattress lying across the middle of the road, Fu Ze stood in the center of the open space and reached out to touch the evening breeze flowing in through the gap.
He suddenly felt that he might have a special connection with the time of evening.
He stole Snake Eyes at dusk.
The parting with Hara Miki also occurred just before sunset.
Even the moment they touched the edge of this world was just as the sun was setting below the horizon.
Even his memories of himself and the world faded into the afterglow of the setting sun.
The sunset tonight is exceptionally brilliant, as if firing a supreme salute for some grandest ceremony.
Turning his gaze away from the intense glow of the sunset outside the gap, Fu Ze blinked and began to readjust to the dimness of the room.
First comes hope, like a ray of light, then immersion in darkness; isn't life just like that, full of ups and downs?
He should have gotten used to it by now.
As he got closer to the door, Fu Ze put his phone back in his pocket with one hand and unconsciously pushed the door open with the other.
However, just when he thought he was about to touch the coolness unique to metal, what his fingertips touched was a soft texture that was slightly rough, like the crisp fabric of some kind of high-end uniform.
What is that?!
Fu Ze was startled and instinctively tried to pull his hand back.
But in the next instant, he felt his wrist being gripped tightly by another hot and powerful hand.
And every time he tried to pull out even a tiny bit, the hands that were like handcuffs on his wrists tightened their grip a little more.
In less than a second, Fu Ze almost thought his bones were about to be crushed by the other party.
Faced with such a disparity in strength and the advantage of being the first to act, Fu Ze knew that any resistance by force would be futile.
Just as Fu Ze gave up struggling, the hand moved.
It pushed forward with an irresistible force, pulling Fu Ze backward.
At the same time, the owner of that hand finally spoke.
Where do you want to go?
Upon hearing that voice, Fu Ze felt a chill run down his spine, and his mind went blank.
It's Hara Mihoshi!
What is he doing here?!
Fu Ze didn't react, and Yuan Jianxing didn't say anything either.
The two of them moved forward and backward in this way until they stepped into the afterglow of the setting sun, reflected in the hundreds of mirrors around them.
There may be hundreds or thousands of Fu Zes in white shirts, but the Yuan Jianxing in black uniforms has always been the same Yuan Jianxing.
Thus, Yuan Jianxing captured all the Fu Ze.
But at this moment, neither of them had time to be distracted by this fateful scene.
Stepping from the shadows into the light, Yuan Jianxing greedily captured every movement and detail of the person before him, comparing it with the person in his memory.
And in the end, he confirmed it once again without a doubt.
This is his Fuze.
On the other side, Fu Ze was shocked that Yuan Jianxing would actually take action in person.
Given the harmless key ability of Sparrow Feather, which restores its own status within a unit of time, there's absolutely no need for the CEO to personally oversee the arrest, right?
unless……!
Fu Ze's heart tightened.
Could it be that Zhao Hongde is not a [Transfer] Key user at all, but a trap deliberately set by Yuan Jianxing?
No wonder the other party was so unwilling to demonstrate the [Transposition] ability; he simply didn't have it.
No wonder the executives arrived so quickly; they had already made an agreement.
Everything makes sense now.
Fu Ze smiled bitterly to himself.
Then the muzzle of his gun really hit the bullseye perfectly, without missing a beat.
"Chief, it's been a long time." Although the chances were slim, Fu Ze still tried to divert the other party's attention. "I really didn't expect to run into you here. You've also come to Shifengtun for inspiration?"
However, Yuan Jianxing seemed to ignore what the person in front of him was saying.
"Where do you want to go again?" he asked softly, almost as if talking to himself.
At first glance, the two questions seem very similar, but the emphasis that Yuan Jianxing stressed in his abrupt tone was completely different.
In the former case, he emphasized "you".
For the latter, he emphasized "again".
This subtle difference sent chills down Fu Ze's spine.
In particular, he had already learned from the morning's hearing that Yuan Jianxing had discovered his secret of "dying and being reborn".
Therefore, the only thing he can rely on now is probably the identity of Que Ling, which has absolutely nothing to do with his past self.
After all, no matter how much he acted like "Fu Ze" during the recording of the show, Yuan Jianxing remained unmoved.
After deciding that she "did not like Hara Mihoshi," she had no further interaction with Hara Mihoshi.
It's rare for a person's attitude to change 180 degrees out of nowhere.
"Sorry, I didn't quite understand what you were saying?" he tried to bluff his way out.
But little did anyone know, these words seemed to touch a nerve with Yuan Jianxing.
Yuan Jianxing suddenly pulled Fu Ze very close.
The last time the two were this close was after the forced landing, before Badger Tooth came to finish them off.
However, at that time, there was a thick plastic barrier between the two of them.
At this point, there was no longer any barrier between the two.
"Ask again," Yuan Jianxing said, emphasizing each word.
At such close range, and with the other party making their demands so clear, Fu Ze couldn't pretend he hadn't heard them.
So he asked again as requested.
"I don't quite understand what you mean..."
But the more he spoke, the slower and lower Fu Ze's voice became.
Because he could tell from the change in Yuan Jianxing's expression that what the other party wanted him to ask again was clearly not what he had just said.
What could that be?
Just as Fu Ze was hoping to salvage the situation by changing the answer and pursuing a sliver of possibility, the usually calm and collected Yuan Jianxing suddenly erupted.
"What's the point of pretending now?"
"Fu Ze!"
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Author's Note: [Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks]
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