An Accident, by Design

The most frightening thing about unexpected events is that you don't know when they will happen.

Therefore, when facing such an opponent, you can only be extremely careful and vigilant, and be ready to resolve the crisis at any time.

Over time, people who live in constant fear will fall into a state of mental anxiety, unable to sleep well, unable to concentrate on anything, and may even fall into a state of paranoia.

You can guard against this for a day, but you can't guard against it for a year.

Qing Chen's Seventh Group had just arrested someone at the Intelligence Department Three when they were immediately targeted by Qing Xing.

Even someone like him would occasionally feel worried.

It's easy to imagine that during the Shadow Struggle, even if the other candidates were still alive and participating, they must have been extremely mentally exhausted.

Of course, there is an even better way: to end the fate of the person who writes the destinies of others.

It's like the simplest principle: if you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who created it.

Let others follow your pace, instead of you following theirs.

Moreover, Qing Chen felt it was a bit of a pity that Qing Xing he got this Forbidden Item, since there were clearly better uses for it.

Of course, now is not the time. Qing Chen's most important task right now is to prepare for the transaction with Kamishiro Jingbian in two days.

Qing Chen picked up the phone and dialed Qing Zhun's number. "Did you find it?"

Qing Zhun replied with a smile, "Easier to find than I expected. There are three traitors in total. What should we do?"

Qing Chen was silent for two seconds. "Do you have any evidence?"

"Have."

"Transfer the case directly to the procuratorate for prosecution."

"Aren't we going to kill them?" Qing Zhun laughed. "The inspector seems very merciful, but if the price of betrayal is too low, others will betray us in the future."

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "I admit that what you said makes a lot of sense, but they had already been turned before I came, so there's no turning back."

"Okay, the boss's word is final!" Qing Zhun replied with a smile, "I'll start the prosecution process here, so you don't need to worry about it."

In Qing Chen's view, the difference between Qing Zhun and Qing Hua is that although the other party has never been loyal, his abilities are exceptionally mysterious.

For example, this time he instructed Qing Zhun to catch the traitor, and the other side caught the traitor in just six hours.

The other party was like an outsider on the fringes of Intelligence Department One 7, never empathizing with the agents and never having a sense of belonging to Intelligence Department One 7.

Qing Chen had looked at the other party's information. Qing Zhun had arrived here half a year ago and hadn't done anything since.

Qing Hua originally thought that Qing Zhun was going to take over the position of inspector, but after he arrived, he just loafed around and waited to die, until Qing Chen arrived.

In fact, Qing Chen had always had a suspicion about Qing Zhun's identity, but he could never confirm it.

He walked toward another block, and as he was walking, he suddenly saw several students walking down the street, handing out flyers to pedestrians.

This scene seemed familiar; he had seen it before on the light rail train in City No. 10.

The students, their faces beaming with enthusiasm and idealism, told passersby about the march they would be holding in ten days and their hopes for educational reform.

A student walked up to Qing Chen: "Excuse me, which school do you go to?"

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "The top high school in the District 5."

The student laughed and said, "Then you must be a very good student. It's very difficult to get into the top high school. By the way, here's our parade flyer. Would you like to take a look?"

At this moment, Qing Chen was thinking about how Yang Yang had said she would represent Spade to organize a student march in City No. 10.

So, if the march is 10 days later, does that mean that Yang Yang is likely already in the city by then?

Qing Chen asked curiously, "Is there a girl named Yang Yang among the organizers of this parade?"

One female student shook her head. "No."

"Okay, thank you," Qing Chen said, turning to leave. He had no intention of participating in the march.

As an inspector in Group 7 of the PCA's Intelligence Department One, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to participate in the march.

The next second, a male student said, "Hey classmate, you might think this protest has nothing to do with you, and most people think that way. But this time the federal education system oppressed us, and you didn't stand up. Next time federal corporations oppress workers, you won't stand up either. When you face oppression from corporations one day, no one will stand up!"

Qing Chen turned around and said seriously, "I admire your courage, but I really can't participate in this march. I'm sorry."

The students said nothing more, nor did they utter any harsh words; they simply watched Qing Chen leave in silence.

This made Qing Chen realize that the student march was organized by experienced organizers who understood that the march needed to be restrained and that even if they couldn't win over supporters, they couldn't push away potential passersby.

The march is for the right demands, so the right actions must be taken.

The successful march in City No. 18 had a profound impact on the entire Federation, with students from all over the country being the most excited.

Qing Chen took a couple of steps when he suddenly heard someone shout, "Who gave you permission to hand out flyers here?"

One student explained, "We've already received approval for the march, so why can't we hand out leaflets?"

"That won't work either, you can't hand out flyers here!"

Qing Chen turned around and saw three agents from the PCE Public Security Management Committee blocking the students' way.

The detectives, batons in hand, were about to snatch the leaflets from the students' hands.

He sighed and walked back, "As far as I know, if the march is approved, then distributing leaflets is reasonable and legal."

A PCE agent looked at Qing Chen and said, "Get out of my way and mind your own business."

Qing Chen didn't say much. He took out his ID and held it up in front of the PCE agent. "I hope you still have the courage to say such things to me after you see this."

The next moment, the PCE agent was stunned when he saw the identification. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you, you..."

Qing Chen waved his hand. "Go ahead."

After saying that, the PCE agent grabbed his two colleagues and turned to leave.

The students handing out leaflets stared blankly as the detectives left. When they came to their senses, Qing Chen had vanished without a trace.

All that remained in the students' minds was the image of that clean and pristine white tracksuit.

A female student picked up her phone and dialed. "Sister Yang Yang, a young man saw us handing out flyers and asked if we knew you. To avoid exposing you, we said we didn't. However, he seemed to be a high-ranking official. The PCE agents were trying to snatch our flyers, but they ran away as soon as they saw his badge."

The girl on the other end of the phone chuckled, "What is he wearing?"

The female student said, "Wearing a white tracksuit."

Yang Yang laughed and said, "He's still wearing that white tracksuit... If we see him again next time, we can just say we know each other."

"Huh?" the female student asked curiously, "Sister Yang Yang, do you know him?"

"We've known each other for a long time."

There are only 12 hours left until the transaction with the Kamishiro Jingbian is completed.

However, Qing Chen, the inspector of the seventh group of the Intelligence Department One, seemed to have vanished into thin air, and no one could find him.

Logically speaking, there are quite a few intelligence personnel in City No. 10 now, so finding someone shouldn't be difficult.

However, two strange things happened in the city: one was the disappearance of the Shadow Candidate, Qing Yuan, and the other was the disappearance of the Seventh Inspector, who could not be found no matter how hard they searched.

Group Seven remained calm and unhurried, since Qing Hua still received messages and orders from the boss every day, so at least they knew the inspector was alright.

But the other intelligence groups were different. They cast a wide net to gather information, fearing that this seventh group inspector had come up with some big move.

The scariest thing wasn't that a tiny hairy spider, no bigger than the palm of my hand, crawled into my house.

But just when you're about to swat it, it disappears...

Yesterday, when three detectives from Team Seven were indicted by Qing Zhun, the Intelligence Department One building was in an uproar.

In places like this, if a traitor is caught, he is usually executed secretly. This is the first time I've seen him prosecuted.

The inspectors wondered if the seven detectives might panic at this moment.

It's important to understand that every time there's a purge within the organization, some innocent people are inevitably implicated. After all, catching an internal traitor is a rather unpredictable matter; you can't always tell who is and who isn't.

Catching traitors can easily create a climate of fear and unease.

But here's the problem: the other intelligence groups suddenly discovered something. After the three traitors were caught, the matter didn't escalate; instead, it was quickly quelled.

The detectives from these seven groups seemed to be under a spell, completely ignoring the matter and continuing their "ritual" in the large office on the third floor.

At this moment, Qing Hua was sitting cross-legged on the ground practicing meditation, Qing Yi walked around the large office, occasionally giving everyone a blessing, and then returning to the office to cultivate his own energy channels.

The agents were initially worried about the potential side effects of this cultivation method, given the numerous side effects of other cultivation methods on the market, which could potentially turn them into a laughingstock.

However, when they saw that Qing Yi was also practicing the Zhunti Method, they were immediately relieved.

Qing Zhun sat next to Qing Hua, crossed his legs, and took a bite of his apple. "Hey, where did our inspector go? Probably a third of the intelligence agents in the whole city are looking for him, but they still can't find him!"

Qing Hua remained silent and continued to concentrate on her cultivation.

Qing Zhun continued, "The deal for Kamishiro Jingbian is to be made tonight, aren't you nervous?"

Qing Hua remained silent.

Qing Zhun: "You said..."

Qing Hua finally snapped, "Brother, can you find someone else to talk to? My talent for cultivation is already terrible, and with you doing this, all the other agents have been promoted while I'm still stuck at the Xiao Zhou! Besides, don't you need to cultivate too?!"

Qing Zhun chuckled and said, "I'm Awakened, I don't cultivate. Fine, you cultivate then, I'll go chat with someone else."

After saying that, he walked to the side and squatted down next to Yang Xuyang: "Hey, where do you think our inspectors will go?"

Yang Xuyang: "..."

The detectives in the office almost thought that Qing Zhun might be gaining strength by absorbing other people's negative emotions.

Meanwhile, Qing Zhun was thinking about Qing Chen.

He had changed his clothes and used the Forbidden Item ACE-005 Daifuku to create a new face, standing on a wide street in the third district.

He walked into a coffee shop and leisurely bought a cup of Southwest Coffee.

There are no Americano, latte, or cappuccino in the Inner World. Almost all the coffee beans in the entire Federation are produced in the southwest region, with the Li, Qing, and Chen families all having production bases for planting.

Therefore, only Southwest Coffee is available here.

Coffee was transported from the southwest, which incurred high transportation costs, making it something enjoyed by the privileged class.

Coffee shops are a unique feature of the Upper Third District. Some cities also have them in the Fourth District and District 5. Many people in the Federation are even proud to have been to a coffee shop.

After receiving the coffee, Qing Chen sat quietly in front of the transparent glass window, gazing outside.

No one knew what he was observing.

The next moment, Qing Chen glanced at the time, got up, and walked outside.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and a convoy of three vehicles in a row was speeding towards them in the distance.

Qing Chen walked on the sidewalk towards the oncoming convoy.

As he walked, he pulled his hands out of his pockets, and a wallet fell to the ground along with them.

A man nearby saw this and immediately ran over, picked up the wallet, and ran in the opposite direction.

However, the man was running too fast and accidentally knocked a woman who was walking her dog to the ground.

After the woman fell to the ground, the dog leash she was holding came loose, and the huge pet dog ran wildly towards the middle of the road.

A car swerved to avoid the dog and crashed straight into the convoy of cars.

With a loud crash, the lead car and the out-of-control vehicle collided in the same way.

The woman who fell, the man who found the wallet, the dog that ran wildly, the cars that collided—all of these things were brought together by a wallet that had fallen to the ground.

It's as if someone has grasped a key called destiny and opened a new door.

With a click, the car door opened.

A bodyguard got out of the car to check the situation. After understanding what had happened, he walked back to the car and whispered, "Boss, it was an accident."

Sitting in the back of the executive sedan, Qing Wen's face was ashen. He muttered under his breath, "Qing Xing... it's never going to end, is it!"

"Boss, what do we do now?" the security guard asked in a low voice.

"Cover me up while I change cars, leave one person here to handle the traffic accident, and the others escort me home," Qing Wen said solemnly.

After the vehicle left, Qing Chen walked in another direction, which was the road Qing Wu usually took home.

Qing Chen also helped Qing Xing prepare a Qing Wu.

It's probably Qing Xing that there are people in this world who can use their brains to replicate the accidents he created.

In fact, Qing Chen had tried his best to calculate the unexpected, but planning an unexpected event by himself was ultimately a bit too much.

Having just plotted against Qing Wen, he also had to sprinkle some dog attractant in the middle of the road, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get the pet dog to run wildly into the middle of the road.

Therefore, the accident orchestrated by Qing Chen was flawed. If someone carefully investigates this place and finds the attractant on the ground, it will prove that this was a deliberate accident.

But none of that matters. What matters is that Qing Wen and Qing Wu are Qing Xing they did it.

Qing Xing, he was usually protected by security personnel assigned by his parents. Unless Qing Chen risked being targeted by the Qing family during the day by using the Conquer by Virtue approach, there was nothing he could do about Qing Xing for the time being.

The gunshots used to subdue people with Conquer by Virtue are distinctive and easily recognizable.

If he were to assassinate Qing Xing, wouldn't he then face the relentless pursuit of Qing Xing's parents?

However, if you have no way to deal with the enemy for the time being, you can find a few more enemies for this enemy.

In this way, many people will target him together!

Now that Qing Yi Intelligence Department One, he is about to become the most powerful Shadow Candidate, and many people will probably target him.

Therefore, it seems quite interesting to use the light of Qing Xing to overshadow Qing Yi's brilliance.

"Interesting," Qing Chen said.

He didn't know when it started, but he had developed the same hobby as the shadowy man from the Qing family.

Customers in the coffee shop and passersby on the street were all pointing and whispering about the sudden accident, while the instigator Qing Chen, had already gone far away.

As night fell, I was Qing Xing playing with an old matchbox at home, the matches that had accumulated inside making a rattling sound.

Forbidden Item ACE-054: An old matchbox will produce an extra match every day, and it won't disappear even if you don't use it.

Qing Xing, when he received the matchbox, it was already full, and he has never used it all up to this day.

He recalled the scene from yesterday afternoon: the boy in the firelight, whose gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, penetrating the flames and subtly shaking his mind.

Can the other person see me?

I probably won't see it.

Qing Xing, he kept a cold expression as he pondered.

Just then, a phone call came in. He glanced at it and saw it was Qing Wen.

"Hey, Qing Wen," Qing Xing said calmly.

But then Qing Wen on the other end of the phone said, "I don't care how you did it, but if you use that inexplicable ability on me again, we'll both go down together."

After saying that, Qing Wen hung up the phone.

Qing Xing relieved to be sitting on the sofa in a daze for a while. The accident he had arranged for Qing Wen was a long time ago. Why was the other party calling now?

Qing Xing to instinctively feel that something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

Before he could figure out where the problem lay, Qing Wu called him.

"Hey, Qing Wu," Qing Xing said.

On the phone, Qing Wu said coldly, "If you dare to use your abilities on me again, I'll twist your head off."

After saying that, Qing Wu also hung up the phone.

Qing Xing felt a pang of grievance; he had never actually arranged Qing Wu's fate, because Qing Wu's rank was far higher than his, and he had no way of influencing the other's destiny.

The principle behind this is quite simple: Qing Wu has a tougher life...

Qing Xing, as he pondered, he wondered if Qing Wen and Qing Wu had both encountered accidents on the same day and were now blaming him for them.

He suddenly realized a problem: if everyone starts to doubt him, then if any accidents happen to him in the future, will he be blamed?

Wait, what if someone deliberately creates an accident and then frames him?

Qing Xing somewhat hesitant, because he wasn't sure if anyone in the world could do that.

The chapter is 5,000 words long. 10,000 words have been updated today. I've already paid back one chapter to Yanmeng, so I still owe 5 chapters.

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