Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 220 Paradise
Unlike other schools, the student dormitories at Qianhua Experimental Middle School are not dark and damp.

You get what you pay for; there's a reason why Qianhua Experimental Middle School's tuition is so expensive.

The dormitory building is entirely white, with khaki floor tiles, tempered glass railings, and a spacious and bright courtyard.

It's more accurate to call it an apartment than a student dormitory.

However, unlike other apartment buildings, this place doesn't have those fancy floor tiles, chandeliers, or feng shui ornaments.

Jin Pingan and Cheng Lejia ignored the crowded elevator.

Their dormitory is on the second floor; it's just upstairs and around the corner.

The time spent waiting for the elevator is enough to make two or three trips back and forth.

The dormitory doors are locked with electronic IC locks. Upon check-in, you need to find the dormitory administrator to activate your student card and bind it to the dormitory.

The two of them had already activated their cards long ago and simply swiped them to open the door.

"Is this what the dorms are like at a top-tier school? They're so comfortable!"

As soon as Jin Ping'an entered the room, he pounced on the large bed: "There's even air conditioning, a water dispenser, a washing machine, and a private bathroom! This could be considered a hotel!"

"Back then, my family's dormitory building was built according to the standards of a hotel room."

Cheng Lejia put down the steamed bun and turned on the air conditioner: "But my family only sponsored the water dispenser. The air conditioner and washing machine were probably added by the school later."

"Besides, it's just an old-fashioned secondhand item, there's no need to make a fuss about it."

Cheng Lejia put down the air conditioner remote and said.

Nowadays, air conditioners are controlled by mobile phones. Air conditioners that still require a remote control are mostly outdated.

"What do you know, you evil capitalist? A typical student dormitory would be considered pretty good if it had any one of these features!"

Jin Ping'an voiced his resentment towards the rich: "You should take a look at the orphanage I used to live in. You had to queue up even to get a bottle of hot water for a bath!"

"Yes, yes, so you should be even more grateful to me for sending you to Experimental Middle School so that you can enjoy such a good living environment."

Cheng Lejia ate his steamed bun while giving Jin Pingan a perfunctory reply.

Jin Ping'an's complaints stopped abruptly, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.

He always thought that the principal had admitted him because of his reputation.

But the truth was not like that.

To be precise, not entirely.

The principal did value Jin Ping'an's reputation and wanted to enroll him, but only in the special class for painting, not the honors class.

If we're talking about painting, Jin Ping'an's criminal sketches might be somewhat relevant.

Moreover, his talent in painting is truly second to none.

When it comes to studying...

He is no different from those good-for-nothing students; in fact, he is practically identical to them.

If he had even a little talent for learning, he wouldn't be completely without talent.

When the principal saw Jin Ping'an's middle school entrance exam results, he exclaimed that the last time he admitted a student with such results was back in the last time.

In short, Jin Ping'an will be able to enter the top class.

It's purely because Cheng Lejia has a strong connection.

After lying on his side on the bed for a while, Jin Ping'an felt a little bored.

Just a week ago, he was outwitting criminals and investigating cases, risking assassination at any moment.

But now, he lies idly in his school dormitory, enjoying a carefree campus life.

This stark contrast made Jin Ping'an feel that everything he was experiencing now had a sense of ethereal emptiness.

It was as if all of this was a dream woven by someone.

And she herself was Alice in Wonderland.

With the help of others, he defeated the ruthless warrior Wang Youcai and the Queen of Hearts Hu Yingshao.

But all of this is a script arranged by the dream weaver.

When you wake up from your dream, you have to face the cold and cruel reality.

Jin Ping'an's thoughts were scattered, his eyes were vacant, and he stared blankly at the wall.

Cheng Lejia turned around and noticed Jin Ping'an's unusual behavior: "What's wrong? You look so preoccupied?"

Cheng Lejia's voice awakened Jin Ping'an from his chaotic fantasies.

"It's nothing, it's just that I've been using regression too much lately, and my mind is a bit cluttered."

Jin Pingan shook his head: "Not long ago, I was still on edge about all sorts of assassinations. Suddenly, I'm living such a peaceful life. It's a little hard to get used to."

"You're really hard to please."

Cheng Lejia rolled her eyes at him: "Being kidnapped during a robbery, shot in the interrogation room, and almost killed by a bomb in the hospital, weren't your recent experiences exciting enough?"

"Do we only appreciate our lives when we're missing an arm or a leg?"

Jin Ping'an retorted, "What do you mean by 'difficult to please'? This is called post-traumatic stress disorder, okay?"

"This isn't a stress disorder; you're just rubbing salt in your own pants, you're just bored out of your mind."

Cheng Lejia said irritably, "You can't cause any big incidents at school anymore, is that boring?"

"Hey! You don't have to make me sound so worthless..."

Jin Ping'an originally wanted to reprimand him loudly, but when he thought about how much trouble he had caused others, his tone unconsciously softened.

The criminal investigation team members were given major demerits and suspended from their duties.

My good friend gave me the software that his company was still developing.

Then they asked Wu Ke to abuse his power and connect the software to the monitoring system.

And the landlord's house, the paint probably still hasn't been cleaned up...

Upon closer reflection, this is more than just adding trouble.

I'm such a jinx.

"No, of course you're not entirely useless."

Cheng Lejia's tone suddenly became serious, making Jin Ping'an unconsciously look forward to how he would praise him.

"Being my best friend is your greatest strength."

Jin Ping'an kicked off with both feet and flung his running shoes at Cheng Lejia: "Damn it! So the only good thing about me is knowing you?!"

The latter grabbed a book from the table and slapped the shoe back at the woman: "What else... Oh right, there's also the ability to rewind."

"You bastard... um."

Jin Ping'an rolled over and jumped off the bed, wanting to teach Cheng Lejia a lesson.

But a sharp pain in his abdomen brought him back to reality.

"I told you not to move around so much, your stomach must be hurting again."

Cheng Lejia picked up a disposable cup, filled it with warm water, and handed it to Jin Pingan.

"It's all because of you, you guy."

Jin Ping'an sat on the edge of the bed with a displeased look on his face: "You should really let your little fangirls see your true colors now."

"What's wrong with my current attitude?"

Cheng Lejia was somewhat amused and exasperated: "Their liking for me is based on my identity and my face, and has little to do with my attitude or who I am."

Even if you treat them the same way I do, you'll only end up with a "friend zone" card.

Jin Ping'an couldn't hold back any longer and clicked his tongue in amazement: "Tsk, are young girls these days already so materialistic even though they're only teenagers?"

"Alright, stop acting all old-fashioned. You've only just come of age."

Cheng Lejia crumpled the paper bag containing the buns into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Then he picked up the list that Yu Xin had given him.

"What is this again?" Jin Ping'an asked.

"The dormitory roster. The class teacher asked me to urge the other students to clean the dormitory. Didn't we just talk about that in class?"

Cheng Lejia glanced at the digital clock in the dormitory and estimated the time: "Let's wait a few more minutes. At this time, I guess a lot of people are just coming back from the cafeteria."

Some people will even go to the supermarket, saying they'll wait until everyone's there before going, to avoid making an extra trip.

"As expected of the old squad leader, he is very thoughtful."

Jin Ping'an echoed this sentiment.

"What are your plans regarding the girls' dormitory?"

Cheng Lejia explained, "I had the girl privately message me to report on her hygiene, and then I found someone to help check if it was true."

"It's only the beginning of the semester, and everyone probably doesn't know each other well yet. Who are you planning to talk to?" Jin Pingan asked casually.

"Yi Wenna".

Cheng Lejia said, "I would say we know each other, her father and my family have some business dealings."

Jin Ping'an simply said "Oh" and didn't say anything more.

He put on his shoes and moved closer to Cheng Lejia: "Speaking of which, there are so many boarding students. Almost everyone's name is on this list."

"The Experimental Middle School recruits students from the entire Qianhua City. Of the students recruited from this land of over 100,000 square kilometers, more than 90% will be boarders."

Cheng Lejia roughly recalled the location of the dormitories in his class. Fortunately, all the students in his class were assigned to the same dormitory building.

No need to run back and forth between the two buildings.

Are you asking if the other building is a girls' dormitory?

Of course, it's mixed-gender accommodation.

There are fewer girls than boys at Qianhua Experimental Middle School. Sometimes, when there aren't enough boys' dormitories, a small number of boys will be assigned to the girls' dormitory building.

After planning his route, Cheng Lejia picked up an A4 sheet of paper and got up.

"Are you coming?"

Jin Ping'an, with a bag of rice cereal in his mouth, said, "Go ahead, I'm just killing time anyway."

"Okay, let's go then," Cheng Lejia said.

Jin Ping'an took the roster from Cheng Lejia and looked at the first name on it: "Peng Yuan... I think he hasn't reported for duty yet?"

"Then let's go to the next dormitory."

Cheng Lejia said this after taking the A4 paper back from Jin Ping'an.

………………

It was midnight.

"Is this all the intelligence you've gathered about the messenger?"

Janus put down the report in his hand and asked.

"Yes."

Song Jie took a deep breath: "The messenger is from Nevada, and coincidentally, one of my subordinates is an intelligence dealer from Nevada. He even cooperated with the messenger for a period of time."

"Um……"

Janus tapped his fingers on the back of his hand. Because he was wearing a mask, Song Jie had no way of knowing the intentions of the "person" in front of him from his expression.

After a long silence, Janus finally spoke.

"What's his name?"

It seems the other party is not dissatisfied.

Song Jie breathed a sigh of relief: "Mus."

"What did you say his name was?"

Janus suddenly looked up at Song Jie.

This glance made Song Jie's heart leap into his throat again.

"...Muss."

Song Jie tentatively asked, "Is there a problem with this name?"

"No, where is this Muslim now?"

Song Jie was a little confused. The other party didn't seem angry at all; instead, there was a hint of... joy?
"Considering you might have some questions you'd like to ask him in person, I brought him along. He's outside right now..."

Janus ignored Song Jie's boastful behavior: "Stop talking nonsense! Bring him to see me!"

Faced with such an overbearing attitude, Song Jie dared not utter a single complaint.

I can only force myself to hypnotize myself and suppress all my emotions.

You can tell if someone is lying just by the item they give you.

You mean Janus himself, and he believed he could read other people's minds.

Not long after, Song Jie returned.

Behind him stood a nervous and uneasy Mus.

Those little eyes, seemingly apprehensive, were actually slyly observing everything around them.

But when he looked at Janus on the sofa...

To be precise, it refers to the mask on Janus's face.

What started as feigned unease began to escalate into terror.

It was this thing that forced him to abandon his business in Nevada and seek refuge in Thousand Flower City.

Who knew that less than two months after I settled down, I would run into them again.

'Who is he? Is he in cahoots with the guys who wrecked my bar last time?'

Mus lowered his head and secretly glanced at Janus out of the corner of his eye.

'The mask looks different from those other people's... The one we met last time was a crying face, but this person's is half crying and half laughing... Is there some special meaning behind it?'

"You go out first."

Janus suddenly said.

These words startled Mus.

Song Jie, being quite sensible, turned and left.

He couldn't possibly let Mus go out, could he?

There's no logic in bringing someone here and then sending them away.

With Song Jie gone, Mu Si became even more panicked.

Although Song Jie is not a good person, at least he can communicate and exchange ideas.

It's like when someone travels far from home and suddenly hears their native tongue; at least they are still one of their own.

But it's uncertain whether the masked guy in front of me is even human.

In particular, the hermit's warning gave Mus a first glimpse into the unknown side of this world.

He used to scoff at those rumors and urban legends.

But the hermit's words forced Mus to re-examine those strange tales.

Even though he didn't find anything out, he still knew.

Stay as far away from those things as possible.

After Song Jie left, Janus stared at Mus without saying a word, making Mus feel uneasy all over.

'This guy won't eat people, will he?'

Mus looked around the closed room and asked, his face ashen, "May I ask who you are?"

Swish!
A bloody gash appeared on Mus's cheek.

The wound appeared so suddenly that he didn't feel any pain at all.

Only when the blood slid down his cheeks did Mus raise his hand to wipe his face.

"So you're not a hermit after all."

Janus sounded uninterested.

'So it really is someone that guy knows?!'

Muss groaned inwardly.

'What is this? Superpowers? Magic? Taoist arts? Who was that guy before?!'
Could it really be that they were robbed of their wealth by some hidden force...?

Well, what he did had absolutely nothing to do with retiring from criminal life.

Mus forced a smile, looking quite embarrassed: "I wonder if the hermit you're talking about is the one I know?"

It's not that he's not angry, it's that he's afraid to get angry.

This scratch can suddenly appear on your face.

That can naturally also appear on one's own major artery.

angry?

This might not be the last time I get angry in my life.

This is not cowardice.

A man can bend and stretch.

That's called knowing how to assess the situation!

(End of this chapter)