The Mysterious Organization

Compared to transmigrating to Prison No. 18, Qing Chen felt that tonight was more like a real crisis.

He couldn't be sure who the other party was or what their intentions were.

The feeling of being watched and followed just because they were suspicious of him was terrible.

It was as if he had broken out of the greenhouse of school and entered a world where real beasts roamed.

Or perhaps, this was the true face of the world.

The night grew very deep, and Qing Chen moved through the green belt, using the tall plane trees lining the road to conceal his movements.

The adrenaline-fueled, heart-pounding tension only dissipated after he had circled for an unknown distance.

When he returned to his residence on Xing Shu Road, Qing Chen even sat in the shadows for half an hour, only deciding to go home after confirming he wasn't being followed.

The air was crisp and cool, and the temperature was gradually dropping, but the clothes on his back were already soaked.

As he walked, Qing Chen opened his phone to search for the game streamer He Xiaoxiao, wanting to see if they had released any new guides.

However, He Xiaoxiao, who had said they would provide an overview of the "Inner World" tonight, had disappeared.

Fans were asking in the comments why they hadn't started streaming yet, but He Xiaoxiao hadn't responded.

Could this streamer also have been taken by a mysterious organization? How many such mysterious organizations were there in the country?

Qing Chen couldn't be sure.

Suddenly, police sirens sounded outside the complex, and a police car drove into the compound.

Qing Chen frowned and followed. The police car stopped right at the entrance to his building's stairwell. From the second floor, he could hear a woman crying and a man screaming.

The neighbors had all come out by now. People from other buildings had formed a circle below, and Qing Chen hid among the crowd, watching silently.

"What happened? What's going on?" an old man asked, confused.

"Doesn't that man in this building often abuse his wife?" an auntie holding a child said while swaying back and forth. "That woman was beaten into the hospital before, but the man still didn't change his ways. Later, when the woman wanted a divorce, the man beat her again and threatened to kill her entire family if she dared to divorce him."

"So what happened today?" someone asked, puzzled. "Did that man beat the woman until something happened to her? But it sounds like the man is the one who's in trouble."

"You guessed right," the auntie said. "I tried to go up and break them up just now, but I found out that this time, the woman beat the man."

"What?" someone exclaimed in shock.

"The man came home drunk again tonight and wanted to beat his wife. Guess what? You've probably heard about how many people transmigrated today. His wife seems to have transmigrated back too," the auntie said with great interest. "At first, the woman was just taking the beatings and didn't dare to fight back, but later, she might have been pushed to her breaking point and broke the man's leg in retaliation. It's just a pity for the little girl in that family; she's so young to have to go through such suffering."

Hearing this, Qing Chen finally relaxed. To be honest, he didn't sympathize with the man at all and even felt like laughing.

What could be more pathetic in this world than a man beating his wife?

He couldn't win.

The family of three lived upstairs from him. Over the past two years, he often saw the woman squatting downstairs crying with her daughter when he returned home from evening study sessions.

The woman looked to be nearly thirty and was quite attractive. Her husband always suspected her of having affairs, which is why he drank and beat her.

Later, Qing Chen learned from the neighbors that the man would beat his wife whenever he saw her talking to other men.

Now that he was disabled, he deserved it.

At this moment, the police had gone upstairs to question them. The man was being carried onto the ambulance at an awkward angle.

Qing Chen glanced at him; both of the man's arms were bent at unnatural angles, clearly fractured.

As the ambulance left, the police waved for everyone to disperse.

Qing Chen prepared to go home, but as soon as he entered the stairwell, he saw the little girl sitting by his door, looking wronged.

"Brother, my mom told me to come over and stay at your place for a while, but I knocked, and you weren't home," the little girl said with a tearful voice.

The little girl's name was Li Tongyun, and it wasn't the first time she had come to Qing Chen's place to hide.

Qing Chen wasn't someone who meddled in others' affairs, but one time when the couple upstairs was arguing, the little girl was left alone crying in the stairwell.

At that time, Qing Chen had just returned from evening study. As he was about to pass by the little girl, the man from upstairs came out looking for her. She then asked Qing Chen if she could hide at his place for a bit.

In the end, Qing Chen agreed.

That night, he made her fried rice with soy sauce and played cartoons for her on his phone.

Only after everything had calmed down did he send the little girl home.

Later, the woman upstairs found out about it, and when they argued again, she would send the little girl to Qing Chen's place.

The woman had felt a bit embarrassed at one point and offered to wash Qing Chen's dirty clothes upstairs, but Qing Chen, worried about the man upstairs causing trouble for him, didn't respond.

At this moment, Qing Chen patted the little girl's head. "Have you eaten?"

"I ate some biscuits, but I'm still a little hungry," the little girl, Li Tongyun, said timidly.

"Let's go. I haven't eaten either. I'll make you fried rice," Qing Chen had spent all his savings when he was preparing supplies, but although he was out of money, he had plenty of seasonings and rice at home. "After you've eaten your fill, your mom's situation should be resolved too. Don't be scared; your dad won't be able to beat your mom anymore."

"Can I still come to your place then?" Li Tongyun suddenly asked.

"Of course..."

Just as Qing Chen was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed. He quickly took out his keys, opened the door, and pulled Li Tongyun inside with him.

Li Tongyun looked at Qing Chen, completely bewildered. "Brother, what's wrong?"

He quickly pulled the bedroom curtains shut, then peered outside through a gap.

"It's fine, don't speak yet," Qing Chen said.

As he spoke, an off-road vehicle drove up outside the hallway.

It was one of the vehicles he had seen earlier that night at Yinrun Central Garden!

The other party had likely heard that a Transmigrator had appeared here and rushed over.

Qing Chen's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't expected their reaction to be so swift.

At this moment, two young people jumped out of the car, one wearing a black hoodie and the other a gray jacket.

They were the same two who had been following Qing Chen.

Qing Chen's heart began to race. He wondered if this was a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.

The next moment, the young man in the black hoodie looked towards the window where Qing Chen was. Qing Chen immediately got up and moved back to hide.

"What's up?" the black hoodie's companion asked.

The black hoodie chuckled, "Nothing, just looking around. I just felt like someone was watching me, but I'm probably overthinking it. Let's go, we have important business upstairs."

Qing Chen was a little worried about the woman upstairs.

More precisely, he was worried that if the woman upstairs was taken away, the young girl Li Tongyun would be in a terrible situation.

Her father was beaten and hospitalized, and her mother was taken away by a mysterious organization. What would happen to her in the future?

Ten minutes passed, and before Qing Chen could figure out what to do, the two young men had already gone downstairs.

They got into the car and left cleanly, without taking Li Tongyun's mother with them.

What was going on? Qing Chen was a bit confused now. Weren't they supposed to capture all the Transmigrators?

Slowly, the police cars also left. Then, a knock sounded at his door.

Qing Chen went to open it and saw Li Tongyun's mother standing outside. Her hair was messy, her lip was broken, and there was blood on her face.

The woman seemed to realize her appearance was not ideal, so she quickly tucked her messy hair behind her ear.

She said softly to Qing Chen, "I'm sorry to trouble you again."

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