Sports Car Fang Jun

Chu Tianshu was a little nervous when he boarded the plane.

However, as soon as he entered the cabin, someone pointed out the general area of his seat, and after finding it, he gradually calmed down.

Flying is pretty boring.

From his position, he could see the wings of the plane through the window. During takeoff, he could see the ground getting farther and farther away, and he even had a bit of a feeling of flying himself.

There were no further special experiences after that.

Contrary to expectations of high-altitude flight and the feeling of freedom and extreme speed, the cabin was very stable.

It feels similar to sitting in a bus.

Although the view outside the window is a vast sea of clouds, not a common sight near the ground, it is even more monotonous.

Chu Tianshu relaxed his body in his seat, folded his hands, and slowly drew four vertical and five horizontal lines with his right thumb in the palm of his left hand.

As the plane approached the Macau International Airport, the scenery outside the window piqued his interest again.

As the plane descended lower and lower, I could see the murky sea outside the window, with waves surging up white foam.

This is actually an illusion caused by the lack of reference points; at this point, the plane was at least tens of meters above the sea.

But this illusion makes one feel once again that they are flying, skimming over the sea.

Chu Tianshu stared for a while, and the view of the sea changed to a dark yellow, old cement runway.

After getting off the bus, he followed the crowd into the terminal building, staring at the signs for a while, worried that he might have gone the wrong way.

However, this international airport in Macau is surprisingly small; after walking for a short while, you can see the glass doors on the other side of the building.

The Macau is a collective name for several small islands.

In modern times, the islands are not only directly connected by bridges, but also undergo multiple land reclamation projects.

This international airport was built entirely on reclaimed land.

Chu Tianshu carried his backpack in one hand, then turned on his phone, found the number that Brother Baisui had given him, and dialed it.

"Who begs whom? The Spring and Autumn Annals only obey the commands of Heaven and Earth..."

"Fate! Who can reverse destiny?"

A few dozen meters away, a burst of powerful music began to play.

It's the theme song from the popular TV series "A Step into the Past" from a few years ago, and even recently, some TV stations are still playing it on repeat.

This song was even more popular than the TV show itself, and it was played everywhere.

Chu Tianshu looked up and saw a bright red convertible sports car parked there.

A handsome young man wearing sunglasses leaned against the car, his fingers holding a pendant and hooking his phone.

He wasn't wearing a tie or bow tie, but a burgundy shirt and a white suit jacket. He pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead and walked over slowly.

Hello! Mr. Chu?

Chu Tianshu hung up the phone, and the other party's phone stopped ringing. "It's me. Are you Mr. Macau Special Investigation Bureau?"

Just call Fang Jun.

Fang Jun's attire and actions were somewhat frivolous, but he had a handsome face to boot.

Especially after he revealed his eyes, his smile gave him a gentle and approachable air.

"Get in the car first."

Fang Jun turned and led the way.

Chu Tianshu walked towards the car, and couldn't help but click his tongue in thought.

What a nice car!

Wow, that's an expensive car.

He doesn't pay much attention to car prices, but convertible sports cars must be quite expensive.

Moreover, the paint on this car looks exceptionally high-quality, exuding an aura of wealth.

Leaving aside the cars of the Mainland Public Security Bureau, the Special Investigation Bureau often drives Wuling Hong O, which is known for being cheap and durable.

The Special Investigation Bureau in the Macau certainly has a different style.

"This wasn't provided by the company; I bought it myself. It cost 800,000 yuan, and it's not one of the particularly expensive ones."

Fang Jun got into the car and suddenly said these two sentences.

Chu Tianshu touched his face in surprise. "Was my expression that obvious?"

"It's not particularly obvious, but ever since I bought this car, people have often been curious about the treatment I receive at the Macau Special Investigation Bureau."

Fang Jun laughed and said, "To be honest, most of the other people in our branch don't have the habit of saving money, nor do they have family worries."

"With a few years of work and bonuses, buying a car like this is no problem."

Chu Tianshu sat down inside.

The car looks low on the outside, but once you sit inside, it feels quite spacious and comfortable for your back and waist.

"The Special Investigation Bureau is quite dangerous after all. Wouldn't it be a shame to damage such a nice car?"

"Anyway, there's insurance."

Fang Jun replied nonchalantly and honked his horn.

Chu Tianshu took a plastic box out of his bag.

The box was laid flat, and the wine inside churned and swirled, while the silver needle spun.

That night, he went to Kong Wenju's house and tried to absorb the remaining Mind Power energy from Kong Wenju.

The residual Mind Power left by a person's spell is generally considered "external evil" by others, meaning that this Mind Power will cause rejection between other sorcerers.

In Kong Wenju's home, what remained was not just "external evil," but genuine malevolent energy, carrying a chilling malice.

Chu Tianshu thoroughly enjoyed the drinks in the box over there.

"Is this the crucial clue to catching that phantom thief?"

Fang Jun exclaimed in admiration, "Looking at this uncle's information, he's already in his fifties or sixties. What was he thinking, daring to learn how to be a phantom thief in mainland China?"

"If you want to be a phantom thief, go to Fusang. You might even be able to debut as an idol there."

Fusang has a culture of phantom thieves, which is reflected not only in their films and anime.

In reality, there are quite a few Fusang ascetics who like to do this kind of work. I wonder if it's because these people all loved watching phantom thief anime when they were young, and were influenced by it from a young age.

However, the nature of that phantom thief is actually very complex, possessing multiple professional traits of a mercenary, a detective, and a bounty hunter.

"A calm mind stops the flow of water; when the water stops, the mind remains calm..."

Chu Tianshu saw that the silver needle kept spinning and couldn't settle down, so he silently recited a spell to bless it.

As soon as he released his Mind Power, he sensed the problem and turned to look at the city.

"Why does the aura here feel so... so..."

Chu Tianshu phrased it tactfully, "Hidden dragons, crouching tigers?"

Fang Jun laughed and said, "Just say it's a mixed bag, a complete mess."

It was a complete mess.

When Chu Tianshu looked over, he seemed to see hundreds or even thousands of strange auras crowding the city.

A spiritual practitioner should not casually release their Mind Power.

These energy fields are mostly created by the combination of feng shui layout and multiple ritual objects.

Some of the mainstays of an aura are clearly supported by two or three skyscrapers.

It's likely that those buildings were designed and planned in strict accordance with the requirements of feng shui masters from the very beginning.

Having a feng shui layout isn't really a big deal.

In Chu Tianshu's hometown, even if the houses don't follow feng shui, some graves and burial sites still require consulting a geomancer or feng shui master.

However, those feng shui energy fields are relatively weak, lacking the scale to construct tall buildings as pillars or the number of ritual objects.

It's nothing like the competition here, which is so fierce that the entire atmosphere is basically in turmoil.

Such a small Macau has gathered so many outstanding talents.

So how do I, with my needle, pinpoint the target amidst a myriad of clues?

Chu Tianshu sighed and said, "Please drive me around the city."

"If we get closer, this needle should still be able to pinpoint the target's location."

Fang Jun made an OK sign. "Just try to go through every area, I'm good at that."

Chu Tianshu sighed again.

Fang Jun said, "Don't be discouraged. Even if your needle is only effective at close range, it has still been a great help."

"Otherwise, if we really rely on manpower to investigate, not to mention the problem of manpower, many places will make excuses and won't welcome us in at all."

Chu Tianshu shook his head and said, "I'm not discouraged by this, I just think that the people here are really rich."

"Those feng shui energies are constantly in a state of mutual depletion. The building itself is large enough that it may not be damaged, but the ritual objects placed inside the building must be replaced every year or two."

He looked towards the city, "There are so many people who can afford to frequently replace magical artifacts."

Fang Jun chuckled.

You should think about it the other way around.

Fang Jun said, "Sometimes, before the ritual implements even need to be replaced, the owners of those feng shui arrangements have already changed."

"It's not that the people who first set up the feng shui were always so rich, but rather that there will always be people who want to make more money and rush to take over."

"Feng shui is a discipline that emphasizes the interaction between people and the land. They might feel that the previous generation couldn't support that kind of feng shui, while their own abilities and capabilities are strong enough."

"Then some ran away, some became destitute, and some jumped off the roof."

"The few remaining individuals whose wealth has increased dramatically are like bonfires in the night, attracting even more moths to their cradle."

Chu Tianshu's expression shifted slightly. "In a place like this, special events must be quite common."

There are no rules governing Overflow Zone.

However, there are certain patterns to how spirits and ghosts from the Spirit Realm can appear in the real world.

In reality, the more complex the situation, the more frequent the deaths, and the more intense and extreme the emotions, the more likely it is for the Spirit Realm and ghosts to find an opportunity to cause trouble.

Moreover, with such a chaotic feng shui layout in the city, even newly deceased people, who may not have entered the Spirit Realm yet, can still cause trouble like long-standing ghosts.

"There are indeed many unusual events, but this is the world-famous gambling city in the East."

Fang Jun said, "Those who can maintain a long-term foothold in the local scene, needless to say."

"Even those who come from all over the world to make a living, if they have a little bit of wealth, know to hire bodyguards and consultants. Many of them have even cultivated their Mind Power to survive in the gambling world."

"Most of the special incidents in their territory can be resolved by themselves."

The sports car wasn't driving fast, seemingly planning to circle around the city first before gradually venturing deeper.

The city is filled with high-rise buildings, with dozens of stories high everywhere.

But the area where the sports car is now driving looks very crowded with residential houses.

Although these residential buildings are four or five stories high, they are always several buildings connected together.

The exterior walls are old and dilapidated, with peeling paint in many places, exposing rough cement. The floors are covered with air conditioner outdoor units and various balconies with security bars.

Compared to the tall buildings in the distance, these residential buildings look like pigeon coops.

"In these residential areas, don't always look up; it feels too cramped and can easily make you feel uncomfortable."

Fang Jun reminded him, "If you look at it at eye level, you'll be able to appreciate the fun here."

Chu Tianshu smiled, said nothing, and looked around.

There were indeed many shops on both sides of the street, and people were coming and going, chatting and laughing loudly, making it quite lively.

Fang Jun held the steering wheel with his left hand, and suddenly raised a finger with his right hand.

Hey! Did you eat on the plane?

Chu Tianshu shook his head. "It didn't take long to fly here, so we didn't order anything."

"Then you are right, you are wise."

Fang Jun said cheerfully, "Air Macau claims to have Michelin restaurants serving food. I've ordered from them a few times, and the chicken was tough and fishy, and the sauce tasted like it was marinated in wholesale Orleans sauce."

"It's no exaggeration to say that any shop on either side of this sloping road would cook better than them."

Fang Jun parked the car on the side of the road, took off his sunglasses, and pointed.

"That's the one we'll go with. It looks the most ordinary one. You have a seat, I'll be right back."