Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 636 - Clues (Part 1 Congratulations to the

Chapter 636: Chapter 636 Clues (Part 1, Congratulations to the Alliance Leader Fax Machine)

Chapter 636: Chapter 636 Clues (Part 1, Congratulations to the Alliance Leader Fax Machine)

Director Yang felt comfortable upon hearing Feng Jun praise her hometown.

However, she couldn’t let go of one particular issue, “What about the handling of the Emei Martial School?”

“Leave it in the cold,” Shen Guangming answered without hesitation.

He had long considered this issue and now was the right time to show his sincerity, “I’m not going to dissolve the martial school; that would only let others pick up the brand and start anew. What’s the point of driving it further into the ground… Building a good brand is hard, but ruining one? Piece of cake.”

As soon as he said this, even Yang Yuxin couldn’t help but laugh. She glanced at Feng Jun, “Haha, truly a ruthless bunch, coming up with such mean-spirited ideas…it’s a pity for the name Emei.”

Her feelings for Emei were complicated, to say the least. To be fair, she had no particular prejudice against monks.

Given her own status, she wasn’t likely to encounter those monks who would show you a long face if you didn’t offer them a donation.

Even the profit-seeking monks couldn’t act snobbish in her presence; they would surely behave like great and virtuous monks.

After all, Emei was a renowned scenic spot in the Shu Region and recognized as one of the Four Great Buddhist Sanctuaries—an extremely rare combination of cultural and natural resources. The destruction of such a brand—even just in the martial school sector—was something she couldn’t help but feel some regret over.

But what can she say? After all, it was right at the gates of Emei Martial School where she had been shot, and Emei had also been extremely unfriendly to her…

So, all she could do was sigh.

Shen Guangming was observant and concurred, “Emei is a good brand, but the current monks don’t represent Emei… In a society where morality has fallen, scandals are all too common.”

Yang Yuxin gave him a look, then turned to Feng Jun, “What do you think?”

Feng Jun spread his hands in an easygoing manner, “Let’s just leave it at that. But Shen Guangming, I must remind you of something… If you say something but fail to follow through, next time, I definitely won’t give you a chance to explain yourself.”

“I understand,” Shen Guangming breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile, “I appreciate the opportunity you’re giving me. If I don’t grasp it, then I’m the fool.”

Feng Jun nodded, speaking expressionlessly, “I hope you’re smart enough.”

His words carried a certain condescension, but Shen Guangming nodded happily, “Master, just wait and see.”

After chatting for a few more moments, a person approached from a distance—it was none other than Officer Xiao Tian.

She was tall and quick-paced. Striding forward with her long legs, she soon arrived, “Director Yang, regarding the suspect in the shooting case, there’s some new information…”

As she spoke, she glanced at Shen Guangming—Hey, could you be a bit self-aware?

Seeing this, Shen Guangming hurriedly excused himself, saying he would wait at the villa’s entrance.

The information Xiao Tian brought was the latest investigative findings, seemingly inconsequential, yet it caught the attention of the police.

Shortly after Feng Jun and his party had arrived at the Emei Martial School, a man and a woman emerged from the residential building across the diagonal corner of the street. The man was holding an umbrella, the woman was on her mobile phone, and they both left.

This was too common a sight—in that very same moment, countless pedestrians and vehicles came and went on that street.

But the approach of the police was different. Holding photos of the man and the woman, the police began asking the residents of the building—one by one—if anybody knew who these two were.

In that residential building, no one recognized them, which led some officers to speculate that there might be more to the story.

The police kept an eye on the pair through surveillance cameras. The woman had been on her phone for the entire route, but technical investigation by the authorities revealed that within a two to three-hundred-meter radius during their journey, there was no mobile phone signal in constant use.

The conclusion was that the woman was pretending to be on a call.

This was a difficult conclusion to reach, one that required sifting through a vast amount of irrelevant information before detecting anything unusual—it was almost like finding a needle in a haystack.

Having identified this anomaly, the police then noticed through surveillance that soon after, the man took out his mobile phone and made a call about four hundred meters from where the incident occurred.

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In short, the police discovered that this call connected with another number, and both numbers were untraceable, belonging to owners with unidentified identities.

The called number then made another call to an identifiable one—that person was a disciple of the Qingcheng Lower House with not an insignificant status.

In other words, an unidentified man phoned another person of unknown identity, who then contacted the Qingcheng disciple.

The Qingcheng disciple’s location was about four hundred meters away from where the suspects’ vehicle was identified.

The distance of four hundred meters wasn’t close, but the disciple was in a tall building at the time. After he finished his call, the outdoor billboard of the building shutdown for three minutes before power was restored.

It seemed like a coincidence, but when put together, it appeared less so. Clearly, this was a signal.

The police were by now quite certain of the disciple’s deep suspicion, yet the information they had was based on logical anomalies, not enough to constitute evidence.

Therefore, they believed it was not a good idea to rashly act on this person; startling the snake by hitting the grass was not the best choice. It would be more appropriate to play a long game to catch the big fish, which would not only yield ample evidence but might also unveil more truths.

The police’s judgment was certainly professional, but they had to consider Director Yang’s feelings.

Originally, there was no need to inform Director Yang about this news, but since no action was taken after identifying the suspect, they had to give notice— they would rather arrest and interrogate the suspect through irregular procedures now than cause any misunderstandings with Director Yang.

Yang Yuxin understood her meaning, yet she still had some doubts, “Does this Qingcheng disciple… have something to do with Nanyue?”

Officer Xiao Tian shook her head, “I haven’t heard them mention that.”

Feng Jun was also curious upon hearing this. A Qingcheng Taoist seeking out Nanyue’s assassin and using a foreign gun… the scenario felt… it felt quite contrary to common understanding.

With this confusion, the group returned to the villa.

Shen Guangming had changed into fresh clothes and handed over a check for fifty million, indicating that the rest of the money would be paid off within six months.

Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin showed little interest, and in the end, Director Yang spoke up, “Master Feng, didn’t you just take on another land project? You should take this money.”

Feng Jun glanced sideways at Shen Guangming, “Forget it, I don’t regard such a small sum of money. Rather, do some work for my family.”

The other party was in the decoration business, and his parents were planning to build a house deep in the mountains; they were sure to need his services.

“Then forget it, I’ll take it.” Yang Yuxin spoke up without changing her tone.

Feng Jun had a feeling that he had somehow erred again.

After Shen Guangming left, he extended an invitation to the two for dinner, which was promptly rejected.

Sure enough, after President Shen’s departure, Yang Yuxin pointed out Feng Jun’s mistake, “You’ve already said that he’s a grassroots serpent, how could you invite him to work for you again?”

Feng Jun was a bit startled, “Is there… a problem with that?”

He did not believe that the other party would dare to cause any trouble. Grassroots serpents might be lawless but they most certainly knew whom they could provoke and whom they could not, and Wu Limin was a prime example.

“My dear Master Feng,” Yang Yuxin said helplessly, giving him a stare.

Since arriving in Jin City, she had always directly called Feng Jun by name, or addressed him as President Feng, never as Master, so as not to alarm the police. But now, it seemed unavoidable; not only was there the incident of the five consecutive jumps, but today President Shen had also called him Master Feng.

So she laid it out straight, “You are no ordinary person, but what about your parents? In theory, Shen Guangming knows you’re tough to deal with, so he shouldn’t dare to harbor other intentions, but when it comes to safety, prevention is key.”

Officer Xiao Tian was not surprised that Feng Jun was no ordinary person—how could someone who willingly served as the daughter of the Yang Family and the daughter-in-law of the Gu Family be ordinary?

Moreover, that mysterious, thin Taoist who stole hospital equipment undetected and caused five people to jump from buildings was very likely connected to Feng Jun.

But regrettably, as before, logically speaking, they should be related, but without evidence, the police couldn’t summon Feng Jun directly, especially with Yang Yuxin at his side.

In fact, most of the time, Officer Xiao Tian and Director Yang’s views were aligned. She nodded, “Director Yang is right, in our work in security, the foremost emphasis is on prevention… Zero mistakes, that is the passing mark.”

What level of security is that? Feng Jun really wanted to complain: Do leaders nowadays fear death that much?

He wasn’t completely unconcerned about his parents, but in truth, he thought the likelihood was extremely low, no higher than the chance of being struck by falling objects from above, not to mention that his parents were wearing Essence Blood Protection Talismans.

Nevertheless, no matter what, their intention was well-meaning, and he should appreciate it.

So he smiled and thanked them, “Thank you, I thought too little… By the way, Xiao Tian, what’s the name of this Qingcheng disciple?”

Xiao Tian looked at him, “What do you want with that information?”

Feng Jun smiled, “I also have some experience in gathering information, maybe I could help you out.”

“Forget it,” Xiao Tian shook her head, flatly refusing, “You just take good care of Director Yang, leave the rest to us.”

Feng Jun continued smiling, “But aren’t you also here to protect Director Yang? There should be some of your colleagues around, too.”

Xiao Tian replied expressionlessly, “That involves confidentiality discipline, I, as a police officer, am not authorized to inquire about it, let alone you.”

After a pause, she finally couldn’t help but say, “If I told you that person’s name, I’d be worried that he would die in an accident again, so it’s better for you not to know.”

In a car not far from the villa, two silhouettes chuckled bitterly, “That Xiao Tian, she really dares to say anything.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun felt he had to clear his name and therefore coughed lightly, “Xiao Tian, you can’t say that. My movements these past few days have all been under your surveillance, and my mobile phone… probably doesn’t hide any secrets. How could anyone’s accidental death be related to me?”

(First update, congratulations to the alliance leader, Fax Machine.)