Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 225 Daily Family Life
After leaving the underground factory, Mus returned to the surface.

Although there were no road signs in the industrial park, he used his phone's flashlight to find the garage by following the footprints on the fallen leaves.

Upon arriving at Warehouse 4, Mus successfully obtained a taxi.

He wasn't surprised that the car parked in the garage was just an ordinary taxi.

Because for these people who do illegal work, their favorite vehicle is a taxi.

There is a type of car that doesn't look out of place whether it's in a city hall, a police station, or an entertainment venue like a foot massage parlor, a massage parlor, a hotel, a bar, or a KTV.

The answer is taxis.

This is similar to how food delivery drivers can appear anywhere during mealtimes without anyone suspecting anything.

All of Asia Union's taxis are of the same model.

This gave criminals a great deal of convenience.

With advanced technology, surveillance cameras are everywhere.

To avoid being caught on camera, it would probably take an hour or two just to take a detour.

Are we still going to do that job or not?

For other vehicles, the police only need to know the brand, model, and color to quickly identify the target through surveillance footage.

Taxis are different; apart from the license plate number, everything else is the same.

Countless taxis pass by on the same road every day.

With just a simple alteration of the license plate, the police would have virtually no way of distinguishing which taxi they were looking for.

Those who are bold and ruthless will even wear fake license plates and deliberately drive around the city a few extra times.

It's enough to blind the people in the technical department.

After all, ninety percent of the detection and investigation of ordinary cases rely on cameras.

When they finally pinpointed the vehicle with bloodshot eyes, based on subtle differences...

The criminals had already escaped.

However, with the continuous development of technology, monitoring systems have been gradually upgraded and iterated, and many auxiliary software programs have emerged.

These software programs can identify suspect vehicles based on subtle traces, such as scratches and the car's interior.

However, these software programs are still in the trial phase and have not yet been widely adopted.

Currently, taxis are still the most convenient mode of transportation.

"This Apostles Society is really sinister."

Instead of getting into the car, Mus stood at the warehouse door and opened his personal cloud notepad on his phone.

"To extract something unknown from those victims... that would provide a reasonable explanation for what the Cat's Eye Gang did back then."

Mu Si held his phone, his thumb flying across the keyboard as he typed in what he had seen and heard that day.

Back then, the business that Cat's Eye Gang did was far more ruthless than that of the Crippled Wolf's group of drug dealers.

This is utterly inhumane behavior.

Maoyan has integrated the entire industry chain, implementing integrated production and sales.

People who die every year at the hands of the cat's eye scammers.

At its peak, it even accounted for one-fifth of Nevada's unnatural deaths.

Moreover, Maoyan Gang also works part-time as a street cleaner.

Many corpses from the shootouts were taken to the operating table to have their usable organs harvested.

The corpses from the shootout, plus the innocent victims.

With so many organs, where would Nevada find a market big enough to absorb them?

Even if Maoyan expands its market to the entire Asia Union, it won't work.

If everyone used organs from the black market, the police in other cities would have wiped them out long ago.

The people in the Cat's Eye gang aren't afraid, but the doctors in charge of organ transplants are!

The information I learned about the Apostles today has finally cleared up a long-standing question for Muslims.

"And that Nata..."

Mus paused as he typed.

In his mind, Cat's Eye was a pervert who lacked empathy and was sick in every way, both physically and mentally.

But when he kidnapped Nata, he actually saw a hint of shock and anger on Cat Eyes' face.

Subconscious reactions can be faster than conscious thoughts.

Therefore, a person's reaction within 0.5 seconds after seeing or hearing something is a reflection of their deepest, most hidden thoughts.

Moose happened to have studied some practical applications of micro-expression psychology before.

Therefore, he was quite certain that Nata was important to Cat's Eye.

Mus never expected that someone would care about Cat's Eye, a guy who was both physiologically and psychologically abnormal.

This is truly an eye-opener – stuffing durian into my ass!

"Perhaps I can use Nata, that little brat, as leverage to deter Cat's Eye from making a move. That way, even if the Hermit doesn't show up in the end, I'll still have a chance to survive... Hmm, it would be best to use a slow-acting poison or something..."

Mus picked up the villain's script without hesitation.

Then he began to plot in his mind how to reasonably and effectively hold Nata hostage so that Cat's Eye would not dare to make any rash moves.

For him, survival was the most important thing.

"I need to find a way to upgrade my status from a garbage bag to a lackey. As long as I'm convenient and useful enough that he can't bear to kill me, he'll definitely spare my life and let me continue doing his work..."

Mus wanted to take Nata hostage, but he also had to consider Janus's attitude.

It must be said that Mus's psychological control over Janus was extremely precise.

He doesn't care who you are or what your status is.

It all depends on what use you are to him.

Just like an app that can be used for mobile payments, you can still pay with cash even without the app.

Although it won't affect daily life, once you get used to mobile payments, using cash is always a bit inconvenient.

Mus was prepared to mold himself into a similar being.

If it's better than the peephole, the other party will definitely abandon the peephole without hesitation.

While making career plans on his phone, Mus opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

With a heavy heart, he replaced his notebook with a navigation app.

But this heaviness was soon completely destroyed by the C and T languages.

"Damn it, this place has been abandoned for years, there's not even a navigation map on it!"

In the dim light of night, a taxi kept circling around in the pitch-black industrial park.

It looks like a maze.

Moose wandered around the industrial park for nearly twenty minutes before finally finding the rusty gate.

He slammed on the gas and sped away.

It was nearly 3 a.m. when Mus returned to the apartment he had temporarily rented.

After taking a quick shower, he lay in bed for several hours, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

The clock in the living room ticked away, making Mu Si's already unsettled mind even more agitated.

"Style, style, style my ass! It's so damn annoying! I should have made the landlord move this piece of junk out in the first place!"

When Moose entered the living room, he felt an urge to grab a hammer and smash the clock.

But considering the price of this thing, he forcibly suppressed the impulse.

Moose pulled out a thick canvas for dust protection from the storeroom and wrapped the pendulum clock in layers of cloth.

He didn't sit down on the sofa until the sound of the clock was barely audible.

At this point, Mus had no intention of sleeping.

Suddenly encountering and witnessing another side of the world, an enemy who died many years ago is resurrected, and if the hermit cannot be found, he will be sliced ​​up by the cat's eye.

The events are so complex that each individual event could be the plot of a movie, all mixed together.

It nearly shut down his brain.

With so many mind-blowing and absurd things happening, how could I possibly sleep?

Besides, it's almost dawn.

Mus took out the old-fashioned mobile phone he used to contact the hermit.

Although he knew it was unlikely, he still dialed the hermit's number, just to give it a try.

"The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

It's understandable that the call wouldn't go through, since no one keeps their work phone switched on all the time except during work hours.

Mus put down his old-fashioned mobile phone and sighed: "Forget it, I'll find a chance to contact that messenger guy later. He happens to be in Thousand Flower City recently, so let's see if he can find any trace of the Hermit there."

Mus looked out the window at the faintly brightening sky and muttered to himself, "Brother Hermit, where the hell are you...?"

………………

On the other side, dozens of kilometers away.

The hermit that Musi had been longing for had just gotten up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and was getting ready to go to school.

After washing up, Ai Liang changed into her everyday clothes.

As for why it's not a school uniform...

School just started, and the school uniforms haven't been issued yet.

Novels, cell phones, earphones, power banks...

After making sure she had everything she needed for school, Ai Liang knocked on Ye Qing's door.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump, thump thump thump.

"Coming, coming, don't rush me!"

Ye Qing's voice came from behind the door, followed by the clattering sound of slippers.

After school, Ai Liang went to the supermarket and bought a lot of things.

Ye Qing had a very fulfilling night yesterday.

To repay Ai Liang, she immediately invited Ai Liang to her home the next morning.

Of course, I'm referring to eating.

Almost all of yesterday's leftovers ended up in Ye Qing's stomach.

Thanks to this, she used up all the spare fried rice in her refrigerator.

Ye Qing felt that it wasn't right to always be the one unilaterally freeloading, so she decided to treat Ai Liang to something as well.

Since she didn't have any lunchboxes or similar utensils at home, she simply invited Ai Liang to her house for breakfast.

However, Ye Qing herself said not to have too high expectations.

The only breakfasts she knows how to make are egg noodles and plain porridge.

Ai Liang looked at Ye Qing, who was disheveled and wearing short sleeves and shorts, and couldn't help but ask, "Did you just get up?"

"Yeah, is there a problem? Who knew you'd get up so early?"

Ye Qing rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Luckily I woke up early today. You can sit on the sofa for a while. I'll go to the kitchen to cook after I've finished washing up."

After saying that, Ye Qing went into the bathroom.

Ai Liang sat down on the sofa and briefly looked around the living room.

Ye Qing's home and his home were not much different in essence.

The layout of the kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom is exactly the same as the decoration of the living room.

Even the positions of the coffee table, sofa, and TV cabinet remained unchanged.

At first glance, Ai Liang felt as if she had returned to her own home.

It's likely that the landlord was too lazy to rethink the furniture arrangement and simply copied the decorating style of the previous house.

Only a pink cartoon cushion and some personal belongings highlight the differences between the two houses.

Ye Qing washed up very quickly, so quickly that she was completely unlike a normal girl.

Considering her experiences, it's not entirely incomprehensible.

She hummed a little tune as she took out a bunch of bok choy, four eggs, and sliced ​​ham from the refrigerator.

Then he took out a handful of noodles from the cupboard.

Ai Liang sat on the sofa, quietly reading a novel.

To be honest, judging from Ye Qing's description of the cooking process...

This guy can't even tell the difference in the amount of seasoning when he cooks.

The amount of oil, salt, and soy sauce added depends entirely on the degree of arm shaking.

In this situation, the food prepared...

"It's time to eat!"

A very bright tone came from the kitchen.

Ai Liang closed the novel and placed it on the coffee table, then walked towards the kitchen.

Whether it's breakfast or dinner, Ye Qing's mood always becomes unusually lively at mealtimes.

Food was like a stimulant to her.

Ai Liang came to the kitchen, and Ye Qing pointed to the bowl next to the pot: "I've served you some. Take it and eat first. I'll save some more for you if you're not full."

Ai Liang glanced at the bowl of greasy egg noodles, then at the steel basin in Ye Qing's hand.

As if anticipating Ai Liang's thoughts, the other person said, "What are you looking at? You know I have a big appetite. If I were to eat with a bowl, I would have to make several trips. It's much more convenient to use a basin."

Ai Liang looked at the steel basin, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

"Don't say it looks like a dog bowl!"

Can you read minds?
You've said everything I wanted to say, okay?

Ai Liang sighed helplessly, picked up the bowl of noodles, and went to the dining table in the living room.

Not long after, Ye Qing, who had served the noodles, also sat down opposite with a steel basin.

After Ye Qing sat up and picked up her chopsticks, Ai Liang then picked up his chopsticks and slurped up a mouthful of noodles.

As soon as the noodles entered her mouth, Ai Liang frowned.

Did they pour the entire pot of oil into the pan?

Honestly, for a normal person's palate, this amount of oil would be enough to make someone sick of it.

Ke Ailiang looked at Ye Qing, who was eating with unusual gusto across the table.

This idea began to waver again.

He began to ask himself if he had been eating too much good food lately and had become too picky about food.

But looking at the layer of oil floating on the soup, it was nearly a centimeter thick.

Ai Liang simply couldn't deceive herself.

How much oil did you use when you cooked the noodles?

Ai Liang put down her chopsticks and asked.

"Huh? Is there too much oil?"

Ye Qing frowned and began to recall: "I usually fry two eggs when I cook egg noodles, but I added two more today, so I put in a bit more oil..."

"...Is this your first time cooking?"

Ai Liang's voice sounded tired.

This is no longer just about adding a little more.

Even if you just find a tutorial online, you wouldn't make such a basic mistake.

Over the years, if you eat the food you cook yourself and compare it with what you eat in restaurants, haven't you noticed anything wrong with it?

"That's not it."

Ye Qing scratched the back of her head and smiled shamelessly: "My cooking skills are really nothing special, and we haven't been in contact for a long time. As long as it's edible, that's fine. Sorry."

What else could Ai Liang say?

After all, they're treating you to dinner, so you can't keep finding fault with them.

Do you have sesame oil at home?

Ai Liang asked.

"No, I never put those things in my cooking!"

Ye Qing puffed out her chest with confidence, making her two bunnies even more noticeable in this position.

So is this something to be proud of?

Ai Liang was speechless.

"Pour out the noodle soup," Ai Liang said.

"Don't waste it! If you think it's bad, you can eat it. I'll treat you to breakfast at a breakfast shop or the school cafeteria later."

Ye Qing pouted, looking somewhat unhappy.

Ai Liang ignored her and got up to leave.

(End of this chapter)