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Chapter 419. Broken Clues

After saying goodbye to Little Fairy Doctor and exchanging contact information, Jiang Jianxin left the civilian district in the deep of night.

As Yu Jian returned to the affluent area, she could see the brightly lit rooftop of Rose Medical Center in the distance, and could faintly hear the noise of a party. This time, she didn't hesitate and immediately dialed Summers' number:

"Dr. Sa, is now a convenient time?"

The young man's deep voice, muffled by his mask, came through the receiver, carrying a hint of post-surgery weariness:

"I just got off the operating table. Tell me what's wrong."

"Well, I saw a group having a meal on the hospital rooftop, and the food looked delicious."

Jiang Jianxin stood nimbly on his sword, looking down at the dazzling rooftop gathering a hundred meters below:
"Could you please ask the nurse at the front desk if you could leave me a copy? I haven't saved the front desk's phone number yet, so I'm sorry to bother you for now."

She calculated the time and confirmed that Summers had already left work before making the call.

"Okay, I was just about to go to the front desk, I'll let you know then."

Summers readily agreed.

Having received an affirmative reply, Jiang Jianxin turned his sword around and began searching for a place to land.

The wealthy neighborhood was still noisy at night. She circled around several times, but found no empty space. In the end, she could only land on the church roof.

Having experienced the attack before, she was extra cautious this time. While still high in the air, she made a series of hand gestures, and more than ten layers of shimmering spiritual shields enveloped her body.

Only after she was certain that the protection was sufficient did she slowly slide down on her sword, landing silently on the dark roof of the church.

The surroundings were silent. Jiang Jianxin lightly leaped down from his flying sword, sheathed it with a backhand, but his palm still lightly pressed against the hilt. His gaze was sharp as a blade, scanning every shadow.

But nothing happened.

—That was to be expected.

If the opponent is intelligent, they should change their tactics if they fail to strike once, and not be fixated on the same method.

After all, multiple attacks bring the risk of exposure, while a truly silent assassination should be about efficiency.

She loosened her grip slightly and calmly walked back to Rose Medical along the familiar path.

As she pushed open the door to her hospital room, a warm aroma of food wafted out. The nurse at the front desk had carefully left her dinner on the table, still steaming slightly.

Jiang Jianxin sheathed his sword and sat down. Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, a series of rapid knocks came from the windowpane.

Du, du du.

She looked up and saw a gray homing pigeon flapping its wings vigorously, repeatedly hitting the window with its beak and body.

A dark blue cloth bag was firmly tied to its right leg, the fabric rustling in the wind of its wings, and a blooming rose emblem was embroidered on it with silver thread.

It's Rose Express.

She remembered what Summers had told her a few days earlier and immediately got up to open the window.

"call--"

The moment the cold wind swept in, the carrier pigeon swiftly folded its wings and landed on the windowsill, tilting its head and quietly watching her with its black bean-like eyes.

As Jiang Jianxin reached out to untie the cloth bundle, he happened to touch the pigeon's warm claws. As soon as it was untied, the pigeon nimbly leaped out of the window, its wings flapping with a "whoosh," and instantly disappeared into the thick night.

She closed the window, picked up her bag, and walked back to the table. Pushing the food aside, her fingertips touched the sturdy texture of the cloth bag—the outer layer was fine canvas, and the inner lining seemed to be waterproof silk.

"Wow--"

She unbuttoned the buttons, and the fabric unfolded like flower petals.

The first thing that catches the eye is a transparent sealed bag, lying quietly in the folds of indigo cloth.

Inside the bag was the bullet; its brass casing gleamed coldly under the light, and the bullet still bore the faint scratches from the impact. Beside the bullet lay an ivory-colored letter, its surface smooth, the ink fresh, and the neat handwriting conveying weight through the creases.

She reached out, her fingertips first touching the cold evidence bag, then picking up the letter with neat handwriting.

【I'm sorry, Ms. Jiang Jianxin, Rose Intelligence tried to help you find the attacker, but there was no fingerprint information that could be extracted from this bullet. When we tried to search the memory, it was also intercepted... This bullet is a K3 model carbon bullet, which is a modified version of a common model. We were also unable to find any specific and effective information about the attacker.】

We will continue to investigate and will notify you immediately if any further information becomes available.

At the end of the letter was the emblem of Rose Intelligence. Jiang Jianxin stared at the paper for a long time without saying a word.

[Didn't you find any information about Rose?]

She asked the intuition in her mind.

Intuition quickly provided the answer:
There are too few leads to follow. Moreover, the other side has clearly employed counter-surveillance measures, which perfectly counter the investigative methods commonly used by Rose Intelligence.

It paused, then answered:
【But don't be discouraged. If this person can ambush you once, they can ambush you a second and a third time. As you gradually accumulate more clues, you'll be able to uncover some information about Rose.】

Jiang Jianxin sighed softly and put the handwritten letter and bullets back into his storage space.

"alright."

She spoke in a low voice, her tone revealing little emotion.

Although there were no direct clues, the reaction of Rose Intelligence itself seemed to be a kind of information.

She picked up a shiny grilled sausage from the lunchbox, took a bite, and then suddenly stopped eating.

[To be able to evade Rose's intelligence tracking methods so precisely...]

She chewed, her gaze slightly lowered:
[It's probably more than just sophisticated counter-surveillance techniques.]

The mastermind behind this is probably someone from the omniscient sequence.

Intuition had failed her, so no one answered her.

Jiang Jianxin picked up another piece of stir-fried greens with her chopsticks and slowly put it into her mouth.

The light from outside the window reflected on her silent profile, the taste of food lingering on her lips, but a silent storm raged in her mind.

……

Despite having a lot of worries, Jiang Jianxin, as a very organized sword master, still accelerated the process of adding leisure and entertainment to his schedule.

Previously, the answer to the truth had suggested that she relax at an entertainment venue in the wealthy area. Jiang Jianxin had been planning to do this, but she was struggling to find a good place to go.

With the enthusiastic recommendations of the aristocratic doctors and nurses at the hospital, Jiang Jianxin finally settled on a few places that interested her.

For example, right now is the first place she's going to tonight—the Sanchunhua Tavern.

The tavern is named after the "Three Spring Flowers," a symbol of the Vulcan Domain. The moment Jiang Jianxin pushed open the door, he was greeted by a dazzling display of red—from the vines hanging down on both sides of the porch to the vases of varying heights on the shelves and tables, everywhere was filled with those intense, fiery red flowers.

She walked through the tangled flower racks in the foyer, and suddenly the view opened up before her.

The hall was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, with a high dome, crystal chandeliers, and floor-to-ceiling dark wine cabinets on all four sides. Behind the glass cabinet doors, various wine bottles were displayed, gleaming with amber, gilding and dark red light under the warm light.

This pub is owned by the nurse at the front desk. I've troubled her to bring me food several times, and we've become quite familiar with each other.

Jiang Jianxin used her connections to reserve seats, and the payment was settled in advance.

As soon as I stepped into the main hall, two rows of waiters in dark red suits stood on either side, bowing and calling out:

"Welcome, ma'am!"

Without a word, she simply nodded slightly, and someone led her inside.

　I wrote it too slowly, so I'm posting it a little late. Time for bed! Hope you all go to sleep early too!
　　(End of this chapter)