Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 118 Don't be nervous, dizziness is normal.
It was approaching midnight.

Outside the hotel window was a sea of ​​neon lights that never went out in the city. Chen Baiyu leaned against the headboard, the light from his phone screen illuminating his sharply defined face.

His fingertips slid across the cold screen, and the short videos from TikTok swept past him like a shimmering torrent.

There are hilarious moments of cats and dogs, as well as wiggling internet celebrity dance moves, exaggerated mukbang challenges, and all sorts of bizarre marketing jokes...

This fragmented human experience.

At this moment, however, it could not penetrate his consciousness in the slightest.

Because his mind was too busy to think about anything else.

At this moment, it is like a high-speed, sophisticated computer, repeatedly reproducing, correcting, and rehearsing the operation that will take place in the early morning.

Time slipped away quietly during this process.

The digital clock on the wall ticked silently.

The moment the bright red 23:59 turned into 00:00, Chen Baiyu's eyes instantly focused.

It's midnight!

He was like a cheetah that had been lurking in the shadows for too long; his muscles instantly tensed for a moment beneath the thin hotel bathrobe.

【Thousand Illusions Mask】Those precious two hours of "total daily usage time" are reset to zero at this moment, returning to an unused state, and are once again full of possibilities.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rolled out of bed.

Walking barefoot on the soft carpet was like stepping on a silent deerskin, without making a sound.

He quickly changed into a dark, very ordinary tracksuit and lightweight running shoes.

It feels light and thin to the touch, yet it is exceptionally durable, and its color blends perfectly with the night.

After reaching the door.

Instead of turning the doorknob, he took out a small strand of black hair from his pocket, which he had prepared beforehand and which Zhang Yuanzhi had generously donated.

The strand of hair was tied into a small and intricate slipknot using a special technique. One end was cleverly wrapped around the handle on the inside of the door, while the other end was gently pressed into the groove of the room's power card.

Any attempt to open the door from the outside will inevitably change the position or angle of the handle immediately, thus causing the fragile hair knot to be torn or displaced.

This is a physical warning trap that looks primitive and simple, but is extremely effective.

Do it all.

He turned his gaze to the open window.

The night breeze carried in the mixed smells of summer heat and city exhaust fumes.

The view outside the window is of the hotel's vertical exterior wall.

Chen Baiyu walked to the window.

With his hands skillfully bracing against the window frame, his body moved like a weightless, agile ape, his feet finding the most stable foothold on the outer edge of the windowsill.

He took a deep breath.

It wasn't because he needed oxygen, but more like a ritual to begin some kind of action.

Then he moved.

As he bent down, his coordination reached an inhuman level.

She nimbly flipped out the window, her movements as fluid as a drop of water blending into the night.

His feet hovered briefly on the smooth tiled wall outside the window, searching for a foothold. His fingers, like eagle claws forged from fine steel, precisely gripped a decorative seam so thin it was almost negligible along the bottom edge of the windowsill.

It was as light and silent as a leaf falling in the night breeze.

There were no safety ropes, no cushioning pads, only cold concrete walls and sparse metal fixtures.

This vertical distance, which would make most people's legs go weak just by looking at it, was covered by Chen Baiyu in less than half a minute.

He landed with his knees slightly bent, skillfully absorbing all the impact of the fall, making only a very slight "thud".

After her feet touched the cold, rough ground, Chen Baiyu didn't pause at all and immediately blended into the heavy shadows cast by the buildings.

He moved swiftly along the route that had been planned in advance and rehearsed countless times in his mind, like a shadowy figure without a physical form.

This route is the product of his meticulous design, making the most of alleyways, green belts, the edges of abandoned construction sites, and deserted park paths late at night.

Every corner was chosen to avoid the dense traffic cameras on the main road, and every route adjustment was made to take advantage of the temporary obstruction of large vehicles or the natural blind spots created by terrain such as overpass piers.

He knew the surveillance cameras along the way like the back of his hand. This was not only the result of today's reconnaissance, but also the result of his mental recall of past memories of Chengdu.

Turn into a narrow alley filled with garbage cans and reeking of sour, rotten smells.

His muscles twitched slightly, his shoulders hunched inward a few centimeters, his back slouched habitually, his gait became sluggish, and he had heavy dark circles and tired wrinkles on his face, his lips even seemed to be chapped and peeling.

In a matter of seconds, he transformed into a haggard middle-aged migrant worker on his way home from overtime, his back bent low from the weight of life.

After passing through a parking lot, he changed his form again.

He shrank a few more centimeters in height, his figure became loose and bloated, and he wore a wrinkled, cheap T-shirt.

When he soon arrived at a tree-lined avenue near the old Guangmingli residential area, he once again transformed into a slightly overweight man.

Each transformation involves not only changes in appearance and clothing, but also adjustments to the frequency of muscle contractions while walking, the depth of breathing, the characteristics of the eyes, and even the faint "scent" emanating from the body, striving to perfectly integrate every detail into the environment and the role being played.

soon.

The target community, "Guangmingli," is finally within reach.

Unlike the bustling old neighborhood during the day, the old neighborhood is plunged into a deathly silence and darkness at night.

A few dim streetlights, like candles flickering in the wind, cast swaying, indistinct patches of light among the crumbling walls and overgrown weeds.

Instead, it made the shadows appear even more intense.

The door to Unit 2 of Building 3, which was neither new nor old, was tightly closed, and the windows of the security guard's room next to it were dark, so the old man was probably already asleep.

Chen Baiyu bypassed the building entrance like a ghost, without attempting any actions that might trigger the access control.

His gaze, like a precise laser beam, was locked onto the right side of the third floor, at the small bathroom window of room 301.

He confirmed it during his site visit during the day.

There were aluminum alloy windows that had no security bars and looked old and dilapidated.

Looking through the glass now, it's pitch black inside.

Without the aid of any tools.

He took a deep breath, jumped off the spot without even bending his knees, and his body soared upwards like an arrow.

With hands as precise as surgical scalpels, they instantly and firmly gripped the narrow concrete protrusion on the outside of the second-floor window sill.

With a burst of finger strength, his body leaped upwards again without any hesitation, lightly touching the ground with his toes to gain leverage in a small, peeling pit on the wall between the second and third floors, revealing exposed red bricks. The whole movement was completed in one smooth motion.

The arm muscles act like precise pistons, the core engagement provides powerful lifting force, and the whole body is coordinated like a perfectly programmed machine.

His fingers landed precisely on the outer edge of the small window in the third-floor toilet.

The fingertips felt the rough, cold touch of cement.

He hovered there, listening intently for a moment.

It sounds like there's more than one person inside.

He carefully extended his other hand.

He carefully felt along the edge of the window frame with his finger joints, searching for the window bolt.

As expected, the window bolts were not completely fastened.

Perhaps it was due to the owner's negligence, or perhaps the old window frame had long been deformed and loose.

He infused his fingertips with a skillful touch, gently pushing and flicking. The window frame emitted a barely audible "click," and the latch disengaged.

A strong aroma of barbecue cumin mixed with cheap beer wafted into my nostrils on a night breeze that seemed to have drifted in from nowhere. The sounds of people inside the room became clearer at that moment—the clamor from the drinking table.

Chen Baiyu did not hesitate.

He exerted force with his right hand, while his body swung outward in a small arc. Using the momentum, his left hand gently hooked the inner edge of the window frame, and his body slid silently through the narrow window like a feather.

When landing, the toes touch the ground first, followed by the ball of the foot and the heel. The knees bend naturally to absorb the force, and the whole process is as light as a snowflake falling onto a tiled floor.

He even adjusted his posture mid-air to avoid the airflow generated by his body disturbing the wet towel hanging beside him or the mop behind the toilet door.

at last.

He stood steadily in the small and messy toilet of room 301.

The air was filled with the fragrance of shower gel, lingering moisture, and a faint musty smell.

now.

The sounds coming from the living room were much clearer than those heard from the outside wall.

The clinking of beer bottles, the rough shouts of men playing drinking games, and the greasy sounds of chewing blended into a cacophony of noise.

I peeked through the crack in the door.

Three men: one fat, one tall, and one short.

His eyes moved slightly, peering through the crack at the layout of the living room: a greasy glass coffee table was piled high with skewers, edamame shells, peanut shells, and empty wine bottles, emitting an unpleasant, messy smell.

Li Changhong's obese body was almost sunk into the old sofa facing the TV, his face was greasy, and he was holding a string of sizzling mutton skewers in his hand.

To his left sat a tall, lean man with narrow, rat-like eyes, who was talking animatedly, spitting as he spoke. To his right sat a short, stocky man with a short, thick neck, who was grinning, revealing teeth stained yellow from smoking.

"I recently got lucky and managed to scam two college students! They took 'training fees' and 'uniform deposits,' and made 18,000 yuan! Those two idiots are still waiting foolishly at the factory gate!"

The tall, rat-eyed man took a sip of beer, his smug voice high-pitched and greedy.

The short, stout man chimed in with a deep, gruff voice, tinged with envy: "Pshaw, that's nothing! Last month I swindled three greenhorns from out of town! One charged five thousand for 'information archiving,' another swindled eighteen thousand for 'medical examination guarantee,' and the third just handed over two thousand seven hundred as a 'special appointment deposit'! He ran off with thirteen thousand in two days, smug as a bee!"

"Ha! A mere trifle!"

Li Changhong snorted coldly, threw the meat skewers in his hand onto the table, and picked up a bean with his greasy fingers and put it into his mouth.

His cheeks puffed out, and his tone was full of condescending contempt.

"Compared to me? You're still green!"

"Last month, I went through a whole 'standard process'! The packaging was perfect! The contract looked incredibly legitimate! High salary, easy work, and room and board included! And what happened? Training fees, uniform fees, accommodation deposit, food deposit, job assignment fee... one thing after another! Two idiot workers and a brain-dead college fresh graduate, and I managed to squeeze 37,000 yuan out of them!"

Li Changhong took a swig of wine, his voice rising eight octaves. He held up three greasy fingers and waved them in front of the other two, his fat face full of smug satisfaction.

"Especially that college student, ha, he looked pretty shrewd, scrutinized the contract meticulously, but what good was it? He was still completely under my thumb! In the end, he slunk away without getting a single penny back! That's real skill! Understand?" The other two were silent for a moment, then burst into a chorus of boisterous flattery and laughter, reeking of alcohol: "Brother Hong is awesome!" "Brother Hong's skills are top-notch!" "Come on, let's toast Brother Hong!"

The bottles and jars collided together again.

Chen Baiyu watched everything quietly.

The two new ones are also scumbags, but he's not in a hurry to do anything.

He hid in the darkness behind the door.

He waited patiently with an extremely calm expression.

The opportunity came quickly.

The tall, rat-eyed man seemed to want to grab a few more bottles of ice-cold beer, and shouted to the short, stocky man, "We're out of beer, let's go to the fridge and get some more!"

The short, stocky man responded, got up in his slippers, and the two of them staggered towards the kitchen.

The kitchen is right next to the toilet door!

When the two of them stepped into the kitchen almost at the same time, and their view was partially blocked by the refrigerator door, Chen Baiyu made a move!
Like a cheetah that has been gathering its strength for a long time, it finally pounces.

He made no sound, but his body instantly sprang out from behind the toilet door, his movement so fast that it left a blurry black shadow in the dim light.

The lingering power of the Lost Monkey King was instantly unleashed.

hum!
An invisible spiritual impact, imperceptible to the naked eye, carried the immense sense of intimidation inherent to the primate overlord, stemming from its superior life status.

In an instant, it traversed a mere two or three meters, precisely penetrating the brains of the two people in front of it!

Immediate results!

The tall, rat-eyed man's hand, which was pulling the refrigerator door, suddenly stiffened, trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body seemed to have all its bones removed. His eyes instantly became unfocused and vacant, and his eyeballs rolled back to reveal a sliver of white.

Before he could even groan, his entire body fell to the side without any control or cushioning.

The short man also suddenly fainted.

This 0.5-second period of dizziness and stiffness felt like an eternity to Chen Baiyu.

He directly joined his left and right hands together like swords, striking first despite being behind!
With the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, it swiftly and silently placed a tiny point on the side of both people's necks.

next moment.

Before the two of them could even figure out what was happening, they were like sacks that had been drained of all their strength, unable to utter a complete groan before collapsing straight down.

The dizziness, which lasted only 0.5 seconds, turned into a prolonged coma.

Chen Baiyu caught the two of them and gently placed them on the ground.

A set of movements flows smoothly.

immediately.

Chen Baiyu's figure, pressed against the shadow of the kitchen's outer wall, moved silently and swiftly toward the sofa area, like a dark shadow blending into the background!
The lingering power of the Lost Monkey King is unleashed once again!
Li Changhong's excited boasting in the living room abruptly stopped.

He felt as if his brain had been soaked in ice water or wrapped in a thick quilt; an irresistible, dizzying numbness instantly seized his consciousness.

Taking advantage of that 0.5 seconds, Chen Baiyu rushed forward and used professional techniques to press on the artery, rendering him unconscious as well.

The room immediately fell into dead silence.

The air was thick with the sour, pungent smell of greasy food and rotten wine.

Only the heavy or faint breathing of the three unconscious men remained.

There was not a moment of relaxation.

Chen Baiyu immediately sprang into action, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, and found several large rolls of thick, tough civilian transparent tape on the shelf.

He first dealt with the two unconscious "supporting characters" in the kitchen, deftly grabbing the tall, rat-eyed man's arms and crossing them behind his back, the transparent tape making a piercing "sizzling" sound.

Like wrapping a mummy, the tape was quickly wrapped around his wrist a dozen times, the edges of which clung tightly to his skin, leaving deep indentations.

Next is the adhesion and binding of the forearm and upper arm.

The same process is also used for the feet: wrap the ankles together, wrap the calves, and wrap the thighs above the knees.

When it was Qiangzi's turn, the same thing happened; layers of tape covered him up, making it as sturdy as industrial packaging.

Then Chen Baiyu found two greasy rags and quickly sealed their mouths with tape, ensuring that even if they woke up, they could only make muffled whimpers.

in this process.

Chen Baiyu casually broke both of their arms.

The moment they regained consciousness from the pain, their arteries were pressed again, causing them to faint. The process was swift and smooth, and before the two could even see what had happened, they were knocked unconscious again at lightning speed.

Followed by.

Chen Baiyu carried them to the bedroom, one in each hand, like chicks.

After throwing them onto the bed covered with variegated sheets, he took out duct tape again and used it to firmly fix the two people to the bed board, like two immobile insect specimens.

The whole process was efficient and calm, like handling two pieces of cargo that needed to be transported in a fixed location.

Finally, there is Li Changhong, a key person under special attention.

The first two were just incidental additions.

Chen Baiyu walked to the sofa and looked at the limp, obese body.

He first pulled Li Changhong's arms behind his back and began to wrap them around his wrists.

Unlike the multi-layered approach used against the other two, Chen Baiyu employed a more ruthless "single-arm reverse twist, double wrist parallel" technique against Li Changhong.

He first bent Li Changhong's left arm backwards to its limit and then wrapped it tightly with tape several times to secure it. Then he bent his right arm backwards as well and forcibly tied both wrists together tightly.

Li Changhong's arms were thick and muscular, with the fat deformed and sunken by the tape.

Next were the legs, with the ankles locked in place, tightly wrapped with duct tape, like being encased in a thick cast. The knees were also immobilized.

After the binding was completed, Chen Baiyu did not stop there.

His gaze swept over the fat face, and he took a dishcloth and expressionlessly shoved it into Li Changhong's mouth, then wrapped transparent tape around his mouth twice.

Then, Chen Baiyu, expressionless, grabbed the tape around Li Changhong's ankle and, like dragging a heavy sack, turned him upside down on the sofa.

Make sure Li Changhong's huge head is facing down.

The increased intracranial pressure caused by congestion and the suffocating feeling of the trachea being compressed will be the first experience after regaining consciousness.

After doing all this, Chen Baiyu did not stop.

He walked into the kitchen and leisurely and calmly took out a red apple from the refrigerator.

He picked up another relatively clean one, and then found a fruit knife covered in nicks but still quite sharp among the mess of knives.

then.

He picked up the bowl of murky, dirty water that had been sitting by the sink for who knows how long, mixed with food scraps and oil.

Chen Baiyu walked back to the living room and casually picked up a lightweight plastic stool from the corner of the sofa.

The stool was placed next to Li Changhong, who was forced to lie upside down and was in a painful coma.

Then, Chen Baiyu sat down steadily.

Place the bowl of murky, dirty water on the ground next to it.

He picked up the apple, his left thumb gripping the indentation at the stem, and his right hand holding a nicked fruit knife, the blade pressed against the peel. With an incredibly steady wrist, he began to peel, the peel falling in continuous, thin strips.

In the dim light, the subtle "rustling" sound of the metal blade rubbing against the juicy fruit flesh was exceptionally clear.

Time flows in silence.

Li Changhong's heavy breathing became extremely difficult while he was upside down, producing a wheezing sound like a bellows, and his thick neck quickly turned purplish-red due to gravity.

Countless tiny blood vessels bulged, veins popped out of his temples, and his entire face looked as if it had been boiled in boiling water, turning a terrifying, deep purple-red color!

Oily sweat rolled down his forehead and hairline.

The water dripped onto the floor tiles, forming a small puddle with a sour smell.

Chen Baiyu ignored this.

His peeling motion remained steady and smooth, and the long, even apple peel finally fell off.

He looked at the smooth, moist fruit flesh he had peeled in his hand, and seemed quite satisfied.

Just then, he picked up the bowl of murky, dirty water that was placed at his feet with his right hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swung his arm.

The cold, murky water, covered in oil, splashed onto Li Changhong's face, splattering him all over.

moment.

The stimulation of the splashed water, combined with the dizziness from the rush of blood, brought Li Changhong back to his senses, and he immediately recovered from his unconscious state.

It was just the moment I woke up.

Li Changhong was still a little confused, after all, his memory of the last second was still of himself eating barbecue and bragging with his friends.

Then the perspective jumps directly to this point.
He was a little confused.

The congestion in his head made him feel somewhat confused and dizzy.

However, after Li Changhong calmed down for a while...

When he saw the scene before him and his own situation clearly, he immediately became more sober.

Early morning, unconscious, bound, strange man...

Countless thoughts flashed through my slightly dizzy mind.

Fear immediately swept over them.

His obese body couldn't help but start to tremble.

Chen Baiyu took a bite of the apple.

He then smiled and looked at the shady real estate agent who had just woken up:

"Shh!"

"Don't be nervous, dizziness is normal."

(End of this chapter)