Starting with dissecting ghost stories

In the internet cafe, Shen Xing put down his phone, pondering what Lu Lingyun had just said and his tone.

Lu Lingyun had already found Fruit Street so quickly; Shen Xing had thought he would have another day or two to plan.

He directly asked about what happened "last night," which means they had already noticed the unusual behavior of the fruit vendors on the street through the intersection's surveillance cameras.

But Shen Xing met him the night before last. Such a chaotic date situation often occurs among people who stay up late, indicating that Lu Lingyun may have been staying up for two days for these matters.

Was Lu Lingyun investigating my whereabouts, or did he accidentally discover me after seeing the noise heading towards Fruit Street?

None of that matters. Rather, it's more accurate to say that Shen Xing has been preparing to be investigated all along.

He didn't choose to use a fake ID to go online, nor did he choose to go to illegal internet cafes to search forums; he was preparing to be investigated.

A person with nothing to hide might overhear their teacher speaking mysteriously about secrets, such as "noise" or "call them if you run into them."

This is clearly an extremely mysterious and dangerous matter. As someone with strong insight, I would definitely investigate it.

If Lu Lingyun hadn't come to see him the day before yesterday, Shen Xing might have gone straight to an internet cafe yesterday. But since Lu Lingyun came to see him, he could now openly investigate.

Because this is something he, who doesn't usually go to internet cafes, specifically went to an internet cafe to check after "learning" about the noise issue.

Investigating these matters with or without prior knowledge has completely different implications.

Whether Shen Xing was searching for information online or chatting with netizens, he had a reasonable and sufficient reason after Lu Lingyun mentioned the "noise".

After browsing the website for a while, Shen Xing found that the post had been deleted, so he turned off his computer, picked up his phone, and left.

Information online is probably hard to find; as soon as it shows a hint, it will be controlled. Trying to find it yourself is too much of a matter of luck.

However, I did gain some useful information.

Lu Lingyun has definitely set up surveillance on Fruit Street, so it's best for me to stay away from the old city area in the near future.

but......

If Wang Xinran were to go to Fruit Street at this time, the situation would change.

Shen Xing went to the mall's restroom, washed his hands, took out his phone, and sent a text message to Wang Xinran.

What are you doing today?

Just a few minutes later, Wang Xinran replied with a text message.

[I'm shopping at Jiaxin with my friends, how about you?]

Jiaxin Pedestrian Street, in the new urban area.

It's fine as long as you don't go to the old town.

Shen Xing replied with a short message.

Thinking of you.

He now had to appear to be on closer emotional terms so that he wouldn't seem too deliberate when trying to control Wang Xinran's movements.

The most important thing is to chat a lot, like you're in the throes of new love.

He knew that the text message records between Wang Xinran and himself would one day be exposed to the police.

Shen Xing wasn't writing for the other side to see; he was writing for many other people to see.

He arrived at the bicycle parking area, hopped on, and headed towards the farmers' market. Only when he felt his phone vibrate with a text message would he stop in a safe place to reply.

He was going to the farmers' market to buy some live animals.

He now has some vague ideas and needs to conduct specific live experiments to confirm whether his ideas are feasible.

Meanwhile, inside a clothing store on Jiaxin Pedestrian Street.

Wang Xinran, who was sitting on a single sofa looking down at her phone, suddenly stood up, startling her friend who had just walked over with a piece of clothing.

"What's wrong, Ranran? Why is your face so red?"

As her friend spoke, he walked over to her and glanced at her phone screen.

"Huh???? You have a boyfriend?!"

"What? I think I heard someone talking about men."

"What's going on? What's going on? Count me in!"

Her girlfriends have very sharp ears. As soon as they heard the word "boyfriend," they almost instantly put down the clothes they were holding and swarmed around her, their eyes shining as they looked at Wang Xinran.

"No... he's not my boyfriend, he's a guy my uncle introduced me to..." Wang Xinran quickly hid her phone, instinctively trying to escape, but found herself already surrounded.

"A blind date?"

"Uh... could it be an older man?"

"Don't be fooled, Ranran. A lot of older men like to scam people like you who have never been in a relationship."

Upon hearing that it was a relative's introduction, most of the others instantly lost interest, and some even suspected that Wang Xinran had been scammed.

Especially the friend who just saw the text message, after associating it with the face of an older man, instantly got goosebumps.

"He's not an old man! He's very handsome!" Wang Xinran exclaimed in surprise when she heard her friend say that about Shen Xing.

"How handsome is 'handsome'? Nicholas Tse? Edison Chen?" The girl who read the text message scoffed. Having known Wang Xinran for a long time, she didn't seem to have any expectations of Wang Xinran's taste.

After thinking carefully for a moment, Wang Xinran nodded seriously and said earnestly, "More or less."

Seeing Wang Xinran's expression, the other girls were taken aback. After exchanging glances, one of them asked, "Really? Do you have a photo?"

"Yes, my uncle gave me a photo... but it's just an ID photo, not as handsome as he is in real life." Wang Xinran took out her wallet and pulled out a small ID photo. Everyone else crowded around to look at the photo in her hand.

Then, everyone fell silent.

For a fleeting moment, the air seemed to freeze.

After a long time, the friend who first saw the text message finally spoke.

"Holy crap..."

I'm worried that my sisters are suffering, and I'm also worried that they're driving Land Rovers.

But soon, all other emotions disappeared from everyone's minds. They seemed to be infected by Wang Xinran's shy and happy mood, and began to offer her advice and discuss how to win over the handsome guy in the photo in the fastest way.

Shen Xing, who was busy replying to text messages, was unaware that he was chatting with his entire group of girlfriends. At this time, he had already bought his groceries from the market and returned home.

He bought two chickens, put them in a sack, and placed them in the basket on the front of his bicycle.

Killing chickens is a perfectly normal thing. Shen Xing rode his bike home, picked up the sack, and opened the door.

Shen Yuan hasn't come home yet, which is perfect, he can try some things in the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen, Shen Xing tied on an apron, took a chicken from a sack, and placed it on the cutting board. The chicken, whose wings were held captive, was still flapping its claws and struggling in its death throes.

Previously, Shen Xing had only tested the regenerative ability of his abnormal flesh and blood on Li Ya, but the time was too short to conduct more detailed tests.

He wanted to see if his abnormal flesh and blood could revive a dead chicken and restore its flesh to its original state.

Is it possible to alter the characteristics of a chicken once it has begun to rot, thus precisely controlling its time of death?

To what extent can a chicken reshape and restore its physical body while it is still alive?

And, to try craniotomy.