Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 630 - The Sky is High Let the Birds Fly

Chapter 630: Chapter 630: The Sky is High, Let the Birds Fly

Chapter 630: Chapter 630: The Sky is High, Let the Birds Fly

Yang Yuxin admitted to herself that she was not someone who bullied others just because she could, although sometimes she did things ordinary people couldn’t. But that was because of her starting point, not because she sought to be treated differently on purpose.

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Other people bike, I drive, and that’s because my family has the means.

When it rains, my car is driven slowly, so as not to splash water onto others, and that’s my basic standard of behavior.

But if you ask me not to drive and instead to wear a raincoat and bike, that’s too much, especially when I clearly have the means to drive.

Now, she had people investigating Shen Guangming’s qualifications because, after the incident, he had not communicated with her at all.

I won’t make things difficult for the Shen family; that’s because I have that standard. But if you show no response at all, doesn’t that prove the Yang Family can be bullied?

So her inquiry into his qualifications wasn’t for any other reason but to apply pressure—come, come, come, just confess on your own initiative.

When the Yang Family doesn’t show its might, you might think we are in critical condition.

So she simply shunned them and turned to Feng Jun, “These people really don’t shed tears without seeing the coffin.”

Feng Jun wasn’t paying her any mind but pointed at the computer screen, asking, “This… this person is on the phone, right? The posture doesn’t look like they are playing games.”

He was analyzing some surveillance footage with Xiao Tian—of course, any footage that reached his hands for analysis was generally not very confidential.

The era of big data realized many dreams that were once unimaginable, but at the same time, many imperfections remain. Perfection takes time, and in the meantime, manual screening is still required.

After a screening process, they collected quite a bit of mobile phone signal information from the area, but matching phone numbers with the people making calls was difficult. There were gaps everywhere—even setting aside GPS, a two to three hundred meters deviation was reasonable for mobile phone sector positioning.

Feng Jun didn’t actually have much interest in taking over the police’s work, but… well, he wasn’t busy.

As the two were analyzing, Xiao Tian’s mobile phone lit up—someone had sent her a message. Zhu Yuefu, who was shopping at a shopping center, had disappeared again from everyone’s sight.

The incident that occurred today at the entrance of Emei Martial School was too serious. Although there was no evidence linking the incident to Zhu Yuefu, he was still a key suspect, so the professionals tracking Director Zhu had been upgraded.

Regrettably, the subject managed to shake off his surveillance again. He abandoned his vehicle, clearly implying someone was there to meet him.

However, the professionals deduced he probably hadn’t noticed anything amiss; it was just a subconscious act of self-protection.

His mobile phone wasn’t turned off, so they could still pinpoint his location using technical means.

Right now, his phone signal was near the Provincial Government Dormitory. The police didn’t dare to act rashly in that area, which was not a place where they could freely use technical measures, and who knew whom Boss Zhu was in contact with?

After half an hour, Feng Jun frowned and walked out onto the balcony atop the villa, lighting a cigarette.

The rain was still falling, and the balcony wasn’t enclosed, so the fine drizzle was falling on him.

He looked around and vaguely felt that at least two pairs of eyes were watching him from the dark corners.

When he was halfway through his cigarette, Yang Yuxin also came up, holding an umbrella, offering to shield him from the rain.

“I don’t need it,” Feng Jun waved his hand indifferently, then pointed in a direction, “The Provincial Government Dormitory should be in that direction, right?”

“Wait a moment, I’m a bit turned around,” Yang Yuxin retreated under the eaves, put down the umbrella, pulled out her mobile phone and swiped a couple of times, then nodded slightly, “That’s right, it’s there, but that’s the old compound…”

She walked over to Feng Jun and zoomed out the map on her phone, “Look, here is the new dormitory. The general direction is about the same, but it’s off by… around thirty degrees.”

“Oh,” Feng Jun nodded thoughtfully, saying nothing more.

It wasn’t that he had nothing to say but that he couldn’t—how could he know if there were any eavesdropping devices nearby?

Yang Yuxin put away her phone and naturally wrapped her arms around Feng Jun’s left arm, “It’s getting late, and cold outside. Shall we go back inside?”

Feng Jun was startled by her action, “Director Yang, there are definitely more than a pair of eyes on us right now.”

“So what?” Yang Yuxin spoke nonchalantly, “I would actually like to see who dares to gossip.”

Inside the system and in society, it was completely different. Celebrity news was exposed freely, enjoyed by the masses, but who would dare to disclose the secrets of the high society?

Feng Jun smiled wryly and shook his head, “I know you have a big problem with them, but… why bother?”

He guessed right; Yang Yuxin indeed had objections. According to the on-site inspection and surveillance video analysis, if Feng Jun had not blocked that shot, there was more than an eighty percent chance that Yang Yuxin would have been shot in the chest.

Director Yang was, of course, very annoyed. To be attacked in her own hometown—what were they being paid for? How could they let Jin City come to this?

At this time, anyone who dared to spread rumors about Yang Yuxin was courting death. Are you saying you can’t manage the city, but you’re very efficient when it comes to prying into leaders’ private lives?

Feng Jun smoked two cigarettes before he went back to his room to rest.

However, he had been lying down for less than ten minutes when the door made a sound and a figure slipped in carrying a scent of fragrance.

“Director Yang, you’re not resting yet? Hey…don’t be like this, wasn’t everything fine a couple of days ago?”

“I’m afraid to sleep alone,” a rustling sound was heard, and then an extra person appeared under the comforter, “I always feel…as if there is someone hidden in the room.”

Feng Jun could understand that feeling, what he couldn’t accept was, “Shouldn’t you at least put on some pajamas or something?”

Yang Yuxin’s body stiffened, and her voice took on a sorrowful tone, “Do you… think I’m old?”

Feng Jun sighed softly, “Of course you’re not old, but…I don’t like making simple relationships complicated.”

“It won’t get complicated, the weather is too cold tonight, we’re just huddling together for warmth…don’t you feel how cold I am?”

“Aren’t you afraid Xiao Tian will find out? She might just tell your cousin.”

“Xiao Tian is still in the hall right now, women all like warm places. I have a feeling that if I don’t come for warmth, someone else will, so why should I make myself miserable?”

“Xiao Tian is still in the hall…” Feng Jun pondered for a moment and, finally lifting his arm, pulled the person next to him closer.

What happened next goes without saying, one had long been deprived, and the other was no paragon of virtue…

An hour later, the one who had long been deprived found unprecedented satisfaction and drifted into deep sleep.

Feng Jun was somewhat better off, got up and went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and water began to gush out; he was clearly planning to take a bath.

Nobody noticed that soon after, the skylight on the roof had been silently opened, and a figure soared into the sky.

There is no shortage of surveillance cameras in the resort, but there are not many that shoot upwards—for example, this villa-style room, surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees of continuous monitoring, would not allow outsiders to reach the roof without passing by the surroundings.

Since that is the case, why bother to have cameras watching the sky? To capture birds in flight?

It is only because this resort is high-grade and has high standards for reception that they considered the possibility of hosting important guests in the future who might face threats from the sky—like helicopter drops—hence there are a few cameras pointed skyward.

But these cameras often don’t even have their covers removed; some are only mounted on brackets with cables laid in anticipation, the cameras themselves not yet installed.

Atop one of the main buildings of the resort, quite a few cameras capable of monitoring the surroundings are installed, and two of them can generally cover the rooftop of the villa where Feng Jun resides.

But the distance is too far, and the performance of the infrared cameras is not good. Moreover, with the rain, their effectiveness is even more compromised.

At this moment, in the suburbs of Jin City, at the top of a nine-story building, a ritual is being carried out.

This place belongs to a village within the city, and this building is indeed a property owned by Mayor Jiang Changjie.

Mayor Jiang’s fortune is vast, and he has done a fair share of both good and bad deeds. He has survived several extremely vicious plots, emerged unscathed, and thereafter became a devout follower of Buddhism.

This building of his has a yard that covers more than an acre, nearly eight hundred square meters. The building itself has a foundation of more than three hundred square meters, so with nine floors, it has a total of three thousand square meters of usable space—not counting the underground parking garage.

There is no need to go into the details of the structure of the building. Mayor Jiang is sincerely devout, so the first floor houses a Buddhist shrine, and more than half of the ninth floor is taken up by an enormous Buddhist shrine of two hundred square meters.

It is sufficient for holding small ceremonies.

At this moment, a monk is conducting a ceremony there. Two young novices accompany him, as well as Zhu Yuefu and… Mayor Jiang Changjie.

All other related personnel were barred from entering.

Mayor Jiang had social engagements that evening and didn’t return until eleven o’clock. Usually, he wouldn’t come home at such times—after all, was there any shortage of places for him to spend the night in Jin City?

But today, he knew that Master Shimingxin intended to use his home’s shrine to perform a merit-making ceremony to exorcise demons and protect the way. That’s why he hurried back to observe.

On the floor of the shrine, thirty-six oil lamps and seventy-two candles were arranged in a very regular formation, with three large incense burners at the center of this formation, each holding three tall incense sticks.

In the center of the three incense burners stood a human-height prism, with a photo pasted on each of its three sides.

The three photos were of the same person, a young and handsome man, and there was a yellow silk cloth underneath the photos, inscribed with birth dates and other information.

Everyone present knew who this young man was—he was the legendary Master Feng of Luohua Manor, reputed for his powerful magic.

Seeing Zhu Yuefu looking anxious, Mayor Jiang patted him on the shoulder, handed him a cigarette with a relaxed smile and said, “Master Ming Xin is profound in his practice; you’ve found the right person.”

As the proud village head in the city, although his official rank was not high, his real power was substantial. With land resources in his grip, he barely regarded the community office leaders, recognizing only three or four leaders from the district…

Zhu Yuefu, for once, did not take out his electronic cigarette but earnestly accepted the tobacco cigarette, frowning as he said, “I actually respect Buddhism and the Tao; it’s just that guy who has gone too far…”

Just at that moment, a soft chuckle came from not far away.