Chapter 121: Chapter 78: Cabinet Nine, Front Entry (5k)
Wen Yan and his group returned from the cemetery. Feng Yao still wanted to keep searching, to find out what the Fake Mo Zhicheng’s original, most authentic identity was.
Unfortunately, the Fake Mo Zhicheng had changed identities too many times, and had even left the Divine Land for several years. There was a gap in between, and when so many threads couldn’t be connected, it was basically impossible to find the very beginning anymore.
The Scorching Sun Department operating outside the Divine Land was a very sensitive matter.
Under normal circumstances, outside forces and the Scorching Sun Department inside the Divine Land minded their own business and didn’t interfere with each other.
Very often, those who belonged to the professional system on the outside fought each other to the death in secret, but in a way, they were all from the same river.
At least in a wide area, many countries were like this.
The Scorching Sun Department couldn’t even be bothered about what went on outside—they just needed to supplement their intel a bit. They didn’t intend to meddle at all; even their own affairs kept them too busy, with a serious lack of manpower. Where would they ever find the time to manage anyone else?
In this situation, Feng Yao could only regretfully give up the pursuit. He had tracked down at least three of the Fake Mo Zhicheng’s identities before he started using the name Mo Zhicheng, but there was no way to keep investigating further.
"Give it up. You won’t find the original anymore, and you don’t need to. I’ve already found the most crucial thing.
Also, as for this Liu Yuxin, there’s no need to keep following up on her either."
Wen Yan let out a soft sigh, persuading Feng Yao to give up.
Give Feng Yao a thread, and as long as the thread isn’t broken, he’ll be able to pull out everything behind it in one go.
Just by looking through recorded experiences, browsing chat logs, and hearing a few occasional voice clips, he could basically judge what kind of person she was.
He could even tell that she knew what abilities the Fake Mo Zhicheng had, and that she knew the Fake Mo Zhicheng was living under false identities.
Every time the Fake Mo Zhicheng assumed a new identity, he would use it until he couldn’t anymore. Once Feng Yao was certain that Liu Yuxin’s three friends were all actually the Fake Mo Zhicheng, everything became simple after that.
Without using the Scorching Sun Department’s intel channels, simply by checking the local newspapers, they already found obituaries for two identities of the Fake Mo Zhicheng.
The places where they stayed were hardly big cities overseas—one was just a small town. In a place like that, if someone died, no matter who it was, they’d definitely make it into the local rag.
One of his identities, the report said he died in a local gang vendetta. Driven to desperation, he dragged a few gang members with him, and they all burned to death together in a house.
But in the six months that followed, those local gangsters died off one by one in a series of gang killings.
This was very much in line with the Fake Mo Zhicheng’s style.
The finer details could no longer be known, and Wen Yan could only advise Feng Yao not to waste any more energy on this.
According to the information provided by Zhuge Wanjun, within two days—no, now it’s within one day—the Fake Mo Zhicheng would start doing something.
That was why Zhuge Wanjun was given two days to figure out a way to get Wen Yan to retrieve something from the Old Ice Warehouse.
Based on past experience, after completing this matter, the Fake Mo Zhicheng would disappear again, take on a new identity, and vanish completely.
And this time, according to Zhuge Wanjun’s speculation, the Fake Mo Zhicheng was very likely to leave Nanwu County.
This was also their last chance.
Back in the villa complex, Wen Yan escorted Old Zhao back to the house at the rear, and added a bit more Yang Energy to him. This time, being able to find the person, Old Zhao had definitely made a great effort—almost draining his Soul Body completely dry.
Seeing Old Zhao receive his due reward, the Five Brothers shamelessly crowded over as well. Before the Five Brothers could say a word, Wen Yan smiled lightly.
"Alright, alright, I remember you all—you’re the heroes of the day. How could I forget you?"
He stretched out his fingers and blessed each of the Five Brothers with a bit of Yang Energy.
The Five Brothers, for once, did not cause any mischief. They stood in a circle, huddling close together, and the Yang Energy bestowed by Wen Yan formed a kind of cycle among them, circulating ceaselessly within each person’s body, as if they had fused into one whole.
They stood there with their eyes closed, quietly, not moving at all.
A strange light flickered in Wen Yan’s eyes; these Five Brothers clearly had quite a background themselves.
So did Old Zhao.
Come to think of it, it made sense. In the basement of Old Zhao’s villa, little ghosts often wandered out.
The vast majority of them had actually died in recent years, and most were extremely weak. According to Old Zhao, basically as soon as they left this particular villa, they would dissipate within a minute or two at the fastest, a few hours at the slowest.
In any case, none of them could last until sunrise before fading away.
But Old Zhao was clearly not someone who had died within the last hundred or two hundred years. After appearing, he’d gone out for strolls and hadn’t vanished. Now, his Soul Body was even stable.
Even if he couldn’t remember much from his life, at the very least his mind was sharp—there was no need at all for Wen Yan to awaken his awareness.
When he spoke, he had an obviously strange accent. After appearing in this villa, he even had to relearn how to speak the present-day language.
The differences in accent were so big. That era must have been a long time ago.
The situation with the Five Brothers was about the same. They had died long ago, and yet they could still appear in this villa; in life, then, they must have been anything but ordinary.
Wen Yan had also looked up information on them in the records of the Scorching Sun Department. Anyway, the "fengshui" in the records was definitely not the same as the "fengshui" Old Zhao talked about.
All of this was too hard to untangle. Old Zhao himself couldn’t remember; as for the Five Brothers, who spoke in such confusing, erratic ways, there was even less hope to count on them.