Below is a photo of a middle-aged man with a stubble beard.
Name: Ni Daba
Gender: Male
Height: 188cm
[Start Date]: February 1st
...
The timing was perfect, the height was hard to fake, and the name... was very "Lu Zhufeng".
Leng Ruxue's eyes twitched for a while before she said speechlessly, "Just looking at this name, I'm already halfway to being sure."
Yunmo nodded in agreement: "There aren't many people who can be this immoral."
Although Xiao Wujie agreed, he felt that since Lu Zhufeng had sent out a distress signal, he should have left them with some more obvious hints.
So he scrolled down the page.
The files for Prison No. 0 are very detailed, including not only the most basic information, but also detailed information such as family background, work experience, and personal skills.
When he scrolled to the "Personal Interests" section, Xiao Wujie's hand stopped, his eyes unreadable, and he remained silent for a long time.
[Personal hobbies]: Writing poetry and painting.
(Another poem is attached)
The talented scholar on land wields a sword as sharp as a rainbow.
Ambition soars into the sky.
A dashing and debonair figure beyond the clear sky.
A handsome figure gracefully moves through the mortal world.
Leng Ruxue watched as Xiao Wujie's gaze lingered on this spot, unmoving for a long time, his expression intriguing. She lightly tapped her temple with her fingers and asked in confusion:
"Pretty little brother, what's wrong?"
Yunmo, like a little monkey, clung to Chu Wan's back, looking at Xiao Wujie with puzzled eyes.
Chu Wan's pretty face remained expressionless, her pink lips slightly parted, and she said calmly, "The first word of each sentence, put them together."
Leng Ruxue's gaze swept vertically across the beginning of each line of poetry, and she read it aloud: "Lu, Zhu, Feng...!"
She couldn't read any further. In an instant, her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. After a moment of shifting emotions, she gritted her teeth and spat out:
"The man below!"
"You stupid idiot!"
"Sister Man, how can you stand him?"
Ai Ruoman was angrily shaken by her arm, feeling embarrassed and rubbing her forehead, but she also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that he's alright.
Xiao Wujie's expression softened, and he looked up at Luo Yilan, asking, "Mom, can you call him over?"
Luo Yilan said no problem.
Xiao Wujie leaned into Chu Liyue's arms, a hint of ill intent flickering in his eyes.
*
The heavy iron door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked into the small lounge.
He locked the door, turned the doorknob to make sure it was secure, and his tense body relaxed a little.
Rough fingers traced his forehead, fumbled around for a moment, and with a "hiss," the human skin mask was ripped off.
A rugged and resolute face was exposed to the air; it was Lu Zhufeng.
He tugged at the human skin mask in his hand in a fit of anger and muttered to himself, "Damn it, they made me look so ugly."
With a muffled groan, he spread the mask out on the small table and slumped his tall frame onto the bed.
The lounge was cramped, and the bed was pitifully small, barely enough to accommodate his tall frame.
He rested his head on his crossed hands, bent his long legs and raised them, and his body gradually relaxed completely.
His gaze was directed at a small window, outside which lay the dark, cold seawater, occasionally rippled by the swimming of marine life.
Manman, are you alright?
You pretentious jerk, are you awake yet?
If he wakes up and isn't there, he'll probably be called an idiot and a moron again.
The so-called No. 0 underwater prison is actually a huge ship, whose hull occasionally rocks.
His gaze grew increasingly unfocused. Damn it, after hanging out with that pretentious guy for so long, he'd become pretentious himself.
I'm actually starting to miss them.
Every ship eventually returns to its voyage, and he wanted to go back too.
Without his own awareness, he slowly drifted off to sleep.
His weary consciousness sank into darkness, and after an unknown amount of time, a sudden knock on the door made him open his eyes instantly.
He swiftly disembarked, his broad back pressed against the door, and as he applied a mask, asked in a hoarse, false voice:
"who?"
"Old Ni, are you sleeping? It's me." The voice of the old man who had been watching the corpse with him came from outside the door.
Lu Zhufeng checked himself in the mirror, then opened the door, rubbing his sleepy eyes and asking, "Brother, what's up?"
Although he pretended to be sleepy, Lu Zhufeng noticed the prison guard who looked to be of high rank the moment he opened the door.
When the old man saw Lu Zhufeng come out, he gave a perfunctory apology and quickly pointed to the prison guard behind him: "Old Ni, this is Officer Gao. A big shot from above has asked the off-duty morgue guard to go and report the situation."
"I'm on duty right now, so you'll have to go."
Lu Zhufeng's eyes flickered, and his body tensed silently.
The loss of the exquisite jadeite caused a huge uproar at Undersea Prison No. 0, leading to a complete lockdown, a thorough search, and questioning by on-duty personnel. Every criminal was investigated without exception.
The morgue there is too gloomy; the search and investigation haven't even reached his side yet.
He figured it would be soon, probably around today. If it were a good thing, the old man definitely wouldn't have pushed him through.
With no reason to refuse, he could only follow the prison guards deeper into the prison.
He was very observant and noticed that the person leading the way seemed to be well-liked, as many people greeted him along the way.
He always has a smile on his face, whether facing superiors, subordinates, or peers; he is a smooth and tactful person who knows how to get along with everyone.
When a person is tactful, they have a chance to succeed.
As they slowly walked into the deserted area, Lu Zhufeng tried to strike up a conversation: "Sir, seeing that you are walking in such a hurry, you must have been troubled and busy with work these past two days."
Commander Gao has been busy these past two days, conducting investigations and receiving important figures, barely having time to breathe. Upon hearing this, he immediately retorted irritably:
"Is that even a question?"
"I don't know which bastard did this, turning such a nice place into a mess."
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