Finding You for Revenge

Ruan Boyang briefly assessed his current physical body, then looked at the flamboyant man in the suit and nodded in satisfaction.

"You're Vice President Zheng?"

Upon hearing this question, President Zheng became extremely excited and replied incoherently, "Yes, it's me. I am deeply grateful to my My Lord for remembering such a nobody as me."

"You're too modest. This Can Society is still in need of people like you to keep it running."

After offering a few insincere compliments, Ruan Boyang got straight to the point. "I've come here to find someone."

"I wonder who my My Lord is looking for?" Vice President Zheng's attitude was extremely obsequious, as if he wanted to bury his head in the ground.

"He calls himself Lu Bai; you can follow this lead..."

"Who?!"

Seemingly too surprised, Vice President Zheng couldn't help but interrupt Ruan Boyang.

Fortunately, Ruan Boyang didn't seem to mind and politely repeated, "Lu Bai."

"No problem, please rest assured, my My Lord. If this Lu Bai is really in Shelter No. 9, our entire Can Society will spare no effort to bring him to you."

Vice President Zheng kowtowed three times with a series of loud thuds. "We'll go down and make the arrangements now."

Ruan Boyang waved his hand. "Go ahead."

"Yes, sir!"

Vice President Zheng stood up respectfully.

No one noticed that the moment he turned around, the fawning expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a meaningful look in his eyes.

To be fair, Can Society be called a society, its structure is actually more like a religion.

The higher-ups in religions all share a common belief: that it's best if God never actually comes to earth.

The door opened, and light pierced the dark room through the crack.

Vice President Zheng took the lead, guiding the many Can Society members in the room to leave.

"Let's take them to make a statement first."

The bald man directed his men to take away several residents from the house next to the crime scene.

Currently, we haven't found any reliable directions for solving the case, so we can only use this rudimentary method to try and find new clues.

Li Shan held a tablet that displayed surveillance footage from each floor of the Livability Building.

The door-to-door checks are still ongoing, after all, a Livability Building can house anywhere from a couple of thousand to tens of thousands of people.

A thorough investigation would be a huge undertaking, and it certainly wouldn't be finished by today.

Feng Yixuan wandered around in the corridor, looking utterly bored.

She was probably just really bored, so she couldn't help but lean closer to Lu Bai and whisper, "Captain Lü, if you know anything, just tell us quickly. The sooner we solve the case, the sooner we can get off work, right?"

Lu Bai pondered for two seconds and said, "I really don't know who the murderer is, but I'm certain that the perpetrator is elusive and uses unpredictable methods."

Feng Yixuan: "..." Isn't that the same as not saying anything at all?

Undeterred, she pointed at Li Shan beside her and continued, "Captain Lü, even if you don't pity me, pity your senior! Look at him, completely clueless, forced to roll up his sleeves."

Lu Bai glanced at Li Shan, somewhat amused. "What's so special about him? Do you even know where the most ridiculous things are?"

"Are you talking about school? Or the workplace? Captain Lü, it's getting late, stop giving me pep talks."

"The answer is the Mummy Museum."

Lu Bai flexed his wrists and walked towards the elevator. "You thought I was going to talk about the bandages wrapped around the mummy? No, what I meant was, there are plenty of people doing that over there."

In this underground shelter without a mummy museum, no one could understand his lame jokes.

Li Shan only noticed Lu Bai's movements before looking up and asking, "Junior, where are you going?"

"Bringing the murderer to justice is your mission; there's no point in me staying here."

After learning the killer's identity, Lu Bai quickly realized that the killer was practicing a Demonic Arts involving blood.

In terms of blood alone, the Death Fighters are no different from ordinary people, and they are more troublesome to deal with. As long as the murderer is not mentally unstable, he will not make a move against Li Shan and his group.

Lu Bai figured that Li Shan and the others wouldn't be in any danger, so he decided to go explore other places.

On his way out of the Livability Building, no foolproof Security Personnel dared to stop Lu Bai.

Although most of the Security Personnel didn't recognize Lu Bai at all, they could guess from their bald-headed superior's attitude that Lu Bai's identity was extraordinary.

When they saw Lu Bai, the Security Personnel did nothing more than raise their hands in salute; they didn't even dare to speak to him.

Lu Bai was happy to have some peace and quiet, so he pretended there was no such thing as illegal immigrants and continued his visits to various parts of the Livability City as usual.

Before we knew it, it was lunchtime.

Lu Bai randomly picked a roadside restaurant, ordered his food, and then sat at the entrance, observing the passersby.

Counter-surveillance requires a systematic approach to learning, and since the perpetrator is a stowaway from the Cultivation World, it means that he cannot be perfect in this regard.

Considering things from the other party's perspective, Lu Bai estimated that the smuggler would probably hide in the shadows and observe, or at the very least, follow him to find out where his home was.

After having a quick meal at a roadside restaurant, Lu Bai deliberately wandered into densely populated areas to facilitate the tracking of illegal immigrants.

To his surprise, when he walked along the second shopping street, he had a vague feeling of being watched.

"So impatient?"

Lu Bai didn't turn around to find the source of this feeling of being spied on, and casually walked towards a less crowded area.

Even in densely populated areas, there are still some remote and secluded corners.

Lu Bai walked out of the crowd, took a few turns, and turned into the back alley of a daily necessities store.

This was a dead end, so when he reached the end of the alley, Lu Bai turned around, stood with his back against the wall, and quietly waited for his pursuers to appear.

Surprisingly, the person who came out from around the corner was not the stowaway he had imagined.

He was someone you could barely call an acquaintance.

"The Murphy brothers are still so perceptive."

Vice President Zheng strode up to Lu Bai with an air of indifference.

Lu Bai lowered his eyes, not asking why it was him, but instead inquired, "What do you want from me?"

Vice President Zheng took out a trimmed cigar, lit it, took a deep drag, and said quietly, "I'm a little curious, Brother Murphy, what exactly were you doing in the Deathmatch Arena?"

"Why do you ask that?" Lu Bai asked, puzzled.

Vice President Zheng carefully considered his words: "The deathmatchers you offended in the Deathmatch Arena have come seeking revenge."

Hearing this, Lu Bai was even more puzzled.

He wondered if any of the deathmatchers he had offended in the Deathmatch Arena were still alive.

He suddenly realized. "Replicant?"