Grudge Breaker

Chapter 217 Social Terrorism-
"If you keep chatting like this, I won't be sleepy anymore."

Song Weichen's eyes sparkled. "I was distracted just now. Boss, you are the best. Can you please say it again?"
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Half an incense stick of time ago, Song Weichen, who was sleepy, had just opened his eyes when Mo Tingfeng pulled him up for a while. The density of information was comparable to the repeated bombings in Ji Baishou's underground room that day. No, it was even more excessive than that day. It was completely a directional blast of an atomic bomb.

Mo Tingfeng was not idle at all that night. Not only did he master all the mantras of the puppet-controlling technique, he even planned a complete "learning progress" for Song Weichen. He practiced the technique for three hours every day, and then went out to memorize 100 English words... uh, no, he converted and absorbed 100 small puppet fragments.

She was originally confused, but after hearing the big talk like "controlling phantom beasts", "developing hidden skills", and "soaring combat power", she suddenly became interested and her deer eyes widened.

She has her plans.

If the plan goes well, Mo Tingfeng will completely forget about her after the Chinese Valentine's Day and will no longer be able to protect her like he does now.

At that time, she would even have to be careful to avoid Zhuang Yuheng. The two of them were always together, and it would be difficult to explain if Mo Tingfeng saw them frequently. What if she accidentally triggered the taboo of "forcing one to recall the past will result in being devoured by fire and thunder, and having both body and soul destroyed, and falling into eternal night"? Her sacrifice would be in vain.

So after Mo Tingfeng successfully lifted the restriction on the love-severing, she could only rely on herself to travel in the sleeping world - even if there was no opportunity this time, she would have to find a way to learn some means of self-protection.

This puppet-controlling technique is like a savior that comes to her doorstep. She wishes she could burn three sticks of incense every day to worship the jade pendant.

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"Are you listening at all?"

Mo Tingfeng obviously felt that she was distracted again...

"I've heard it! I swear on my 'Peak King' account that I will study hard! If I don't study hard, I will never be able to remember the game login password again!"

"Boss, do you think that after I learn the art of controlling puppets, will the system give me a golden finger? Or will it be a script for a strong woman to upgrade from now on?"

"Isn't this a story about a good-for-nothing who rises to prominence overnight and becomes a powerful female ruler who dominates the world? It's a really cool story!"

Now it was Mo Tingfeng's turn to be confused. "What finger upgrade? What rubbish script?"

"Forget it. You won't understand me anyway. I'm just giving you an analogy."

"Weiwei, what did you say before? Oh, your metaphor is very good, but you should stop using metaphors in the future..."

Song Weichen laughed heartily and jumped off the bed nimbly.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Mo, the night is short, let's hurry up and start the class now!"

The corners of Mo Tingfeng's mouth twitched. If it weren't for Song Weichen, given her mental state, he really didn't want to teach her in person...

But who made her Song Weichen? She had the upper hand over him and had him under her control.

The little girl looked good at the moment, and was standing in front of him with a smile on her face. Mo Tingfeng's heart moved, and he couldn't help but pull her into his arms, his brows full of complaint.

"Let me take a good look at you first."

He held her face gently and brushed her cheeks and eyebrows with his fingertips, which made Song Weichen feel itchy. She smiled and tried to avoid him but couldn't break free.

"I miss you so much."

He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank God that you are standing in front of me."

Mo Tingfeng kissed the tip of her nose.

"Weiwei, let's never be apart for the rest of our lives."

He was about to kiss her but was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.
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knock knock.

Guyu's voice sounded outside the door, "Sir, the case writing department is here to prepare the closing report of the ghost husband case, and they are waiting in your study."

"understood."

Mo Tingfeng replied in a muffled voice, somewhat impatiently.

He wanted to continue, but was stopped by Song Weichen, "Do you want to be the foolish king who doesn't attend the court early? Go quickly."

Business is more important, why should he indulge in sentimental love here?

"You go first, I'll be there soon."

As Song Weichen spoke, she took Mo Tingfeng's hand away from her face and first took the white robe from the screen and put it on. She had to put on the "vest" so that Guyu could come in and help her wash and dress.

Although the roof of the Venerable Mansion that was damaged by Mo Tingfeng had been repaired, Baipao did not mention taking it back and Si Chen did not mention moving. No one else dared to suggest it, not to mention that Mo Tingfeng even asked several people in the Venerable Mansion who served Song Weichen personally to live in the ear room of Tingfeng Mansion. It was too obvious to mention that "Sima Zhao's intention" was too obvious, so the Venerable Mansion was left empty.

However, the servants were not too surprised. After all, it was a semi-open secret in Sichen Mansion that their master loved the White Robe Reverend...

Therefore, Guyu has long been accustomed to the fact that Lord Si Chen stays in the white robe room all day long and doesn't come out. She is not surprised at all. She is even "secretly happy". She keeps fanning him every day. She is a real fan of Song Weichen and Song Mo. She can't wait for the two adults to stick together and make an official announcement as soon as possible!

If the people from the case writing department didn't have to go to the Lord's Mansion to deliver the case files, she wouldn't have wanted to come to urge them.
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Song Weichen quickly finished tidying up and went to Mo Tingfeng's study.

At first glance, I saw a strange face. He looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, of medium height and fair skin. He was a chubby boy rarely seen in the Si Chen Mansion. He looked chubby and had a pleasant voice like golden jade. Unfortunately, he spoke too softly. He was making a closing report to Mo Tingfeng with a nervous look on his face.

"Where's Uncle Fei?"

The case writing department has always been in charge of the transcriptionist Uncle Fei, so she naturally thought he was there, but apart from the main reporter, there was no sign of Uncle Fei among the remaining people in the room. After a quick look around, Song Weichen's eyes returned to the reserved little fat man.

"Who is this brother? I don't think I've seen you before."

Song Weichen walked naturally to the side of the desk and sat next to Mo Tingfeng.

"Your Excellency, I am Meng Mengda, the chief case investigator in the case writing department, responsible for sorting out and reviewing information when closing major cases. Uncle Fei has to take leave and leave the mansion for an urgent matter, so I have specially ordered you to report to me, Your Excellency."

While saying these words, Meng Mengda didn't dare to look up at Song Weichen. He swallowed unconsciously several times and it was obvious that he was extremely nervous.

"Mon Mengda?"

Song Weichen couldn't help but burst out laughing, wondering what kind of good person would give such a cute boy such an arrogant name.

"You are so cute, it would be more appropriate to call you 'Moemengda'."

She was joking with him, so Meng Mengda lowered his head even more, and even the tips of his ears turned red.

"Mengmeng, I bet you are a social phobia. We call people like you 'socially phobic'. The symptoms are that you are afraid of speaking in public and instinctively resist getting along with unfamiliar people. Looking at you, I can tell from my calculations that you have been socially phobic for quite some time."

"Your Excellency, please don't make fun of me. Mengda is afraid to speak to others. Please don't blame me for being rude." Meng Mengda was at a loss and his uneasiness was visibly visible to the naked eye. Mo Tingfeng could not bear it anymore.

"Weiwei, don't be naughty."

"Mengda has been an assistant in the case writing department for many years. He is very good at handling complex cases. His ability to sort out and restore cases is second to none in the entire Sichen Mansion. Mengda also has a very special ability - he can infer the appearance of the murderer and the circumstances of the crime based on the murder weapon. He almost never makes mistakes."

"so smart!"

Song Weichen's eyes sparkled as she suddenly remembered the jade pendant on her body. Even though it wasn't a murder weapon, it was used in a bloody battle in the southern border. If Meng Mengda took a look at it, she wondered what it came from.
As the thought came to his mind, his hand began to reach into his chest pocket.

"Help me take a look at this..."

Snapped!
Mo Tingfeng suddenly reached out and pressed his hand, uh, on Song Weichen's chest. The scene was a little weird and ambiguous.

"Song Weichen!"

"Don't mess around."

Mo Tingfeng's face flushed but he tried to stop her. Fortunately, he realized in time what she wanted to take out. If Meng Mengda saw it and inferred that Song Weichen was related to the puppet spirit, it would be a big trouble!
This little girl is such a worry!
Song Weichen had no idea that Mo Tingfeng was thinking so much, but he must have a reason for stopping him, so he withdrew his hand in disappointment.

But in just a split second, the pocket inside Song Weichen's chest opened and closed, causing Meng Mengda to wrinkle his nose.

He was no longer socially anxious, but took two steps towards her on his own initiative. He closed his eyes, raised his fleshy palms towards Song Weichen, and slowly fanned them towards his nose, as if he was "scooping up" the scent escaping from her chest pocket and sniffing it carefully.

Song Weichen was stunned for a moment and sat in the chair, not daring to move.

"An arrow flew over, and the tip was covered with rust. No, that's not right, it's not rust, it's the coagulated blood of a dead person. Blood, a lot of blood... The heavy snow was flying and blending, and the red spider lilies were all over the ground..."

"The man... a young man with a square face, holding a large knife with an iron ring on the back, killed and injured many people. He was both the murderer and the victim."

Hearing this, Song Weichen understood that this Meng Meng Da didn't look cute at all now, and even looked a little scary. He didn't know how he had used it, but he actually "saw" the scene of the jade pendant's owner Huang Hu fighting in the southern border. If she hadn't seen those scenes in the illusion before, she would have thought that Meng Meng Da was bluffing.

And obviously what he said was more detailed and more immersive.
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"What a familiar smell..."

Meng Mengda frowned, took a few deep sniffs, and suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight into Song Weichen's eyes without moving.

Song Weichen felt inexplicably guilty when being stared at, her palms were sweating. What kind of social phobia did he have... I'm afraid it's not the kind that makes society phobic... She shrank back in her chair inconspicuously, half-lowered her eyes and dared not look at him.

"Meng Meng, I, I'm just a little curious... How did you manage to be both socially phobic and involved in terrorism..."

Meng Mengda ignored Song Weichen's words. He was not affected at all. He closed his eyes again and immersed himself in the scent.

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"Si Chen, the black cloak, I saw it, it was the former Si Chen Ji Baishou, Lord Ji."

Mo Tingfeng was secretly shocked when he heard this. It was obvious that Meng Mengda had already "seen" a very close scene. Ji Baishou had indeed touched the jade pendant in the basement of Wunian Mansion. His power was self-evident. He was probably several orders of magnitude stronger than Song Weichen, and naturally more recognizable. But it was hard to say what Meng Mengda would "see" if he continued watching.

...and this is the ability he displayed even without touching the jade pendant. It is truly terrifying.

"Mengda! Okay, stop."

Mo Tingfeng spoke calmly.

"Your Excellency has always been unruly. That is an object that is not worth spending time and effort to study. Weiwei picked it up from the battlefield ruins. The previous Si Chen did play with it. It is nothing serious. Let's get back to the case of the ghost husband."

"Ah? Oh! Yes... yes... Tang, I am so abrupt!"

Meng Mengda then realized that he had lost his composure. He stepped back hastily and returned to his reserved and timid appearance. He continued to state the case haltingly. Although he looked nervous, his narration was extremely organized and clear. He unraveled the ins and outs of the ghost husband case and analyzed it one by one.

Mo Tingfeng nodded frequently, but Song Weichen was shocked by the skills Meng Mengda had just displayed. He was a little dazed for a moment, and his thoughts drifted from the southern battlefield to Huangjia Village... Huang Zhenyun, Brother Yang, Uncle Liu, the village chief with bad legs and feet, Aunt Zhang who gave her sweet potatoes at the west end of the village, and Aunt Chen who gave her eggs at the east end of the village...

Song Weichen suddenly missed them very much.

Unfortunately, they were nothing more than a dream created by Granny Huang for herself, and she had mistakenly entered into it and indulged in the beautiful dream for a while.
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"Weiwei, Weiwei?"

When Song Weichen heard Mo Tingfeng calling her, she came back to her senses.

"Do you have any other questions? I think Mengda has sorted out the case clearly, accurately and completely. We can send the case file to the Territory Lord's Mansion to close the case."

Song Weichen nodded, "If you think it's good, there must be no problem."

"Subordinates retire."

Meng Mengda turned around neatly, lowered his head, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked straight ahead, and walked towards the door on his short legs as if he was being chased by a wild dog, with extreme social phobia.

"and many more."

He never expected that Song Weichen would call him.

Ten thousand reluctantly turned around and stopped where he was, still with his head down. "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, do you have any other instructions?"

"Have you been to Xiaoguo Village when you were sorting out the case? How does the place look now? Is the water in Mianhu Lake still clear? It's a pity that we can't eat Hehua fish in this season."

Huangjia Village became a ruin due to a natural fire decades ago. It was later renamed Xiaoguo Village and has only gradually prospered in recent years. Song Weichen remembered this information and she really wanted to go and see it. Although the village and the people were gone, the water of Mianhu Lake should still be there.

Water has memory. Even though that was the place where she had played in the fantasy world, Song Weichen firmly believed that the water of Mianhu Lake remembered it, at least the water would remember her.

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Song Weichen's question made Meng Mengda stunned. He really looked very cute. He stammered for a long time before speaking.

"Your Excellency, what is the Xiaoguo Village you are talking about?"

"what?"

Now it was Song Weichen's turn to be shocked. She looked at Mo Tingfeng in disbelief, her lips trembling but she couldn't ask anything. Could it be that Xiaoguo Village was also hit by a skyfire or some other accident? Could it be that now... even this "place of psychological compensation" was gone?
Song Weichen's eyes were red.

Mo Tingfeng looked at Song Weichen and wanted to say something, but then turned to Meng Mengda and waved gently, "Mengda, you go first, the territory master is waiting."

Meng Mengda seemed to have been pardoned and "escaped" like the wind. Mo Tingfeng then looked at Song Weichen and gently held her hand.

"You must have been distracted just now."

"Weiwei, Xiaoguo Village is indeed gone, but because of you...because of you, Huangjia Village has not disappeared. To this day, it is still called Huangjia Village!"