I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 432: Chapter 180: I Can Send Dreams, Everyone is Thinking of Solutions (5k)_3

As long as you toss two at the entrance, then another two every fifty meters apart, they’ll link together and form a network. Each minute, they’ll send out a location signal. With a receiver in hand, you can roughly determine the position of all the locators.

No need for extreme precision—just getting a general direction, something for reference, that should be enough.

It’s a simple technology. Once you have the idea, it’s easy to make.

It hadn’t even been two days before the Little Thief showed up again. Looking at the so-called new crossbow parts, his eyes went black.

The locators inlaid onto the thick, fragrant candles serving as crossbow arms, were so densely packed they looked like crushed diamonds.

”These are locators. He’s definitely going to need these the most. According to our estimates, even conservatively, they should guarantee he won’t get lost within a five hundred kilometer radius. Even if he forgets to bring the receiver, in an emergency, he can activate the locator’s built-in mini LED light to get the general direction.”

Then, there was a forearm-thick scroll next to it.

”This is the scripture scroll, separated into thirty-plus talismans. They’re Mount Mao’s seeking-person talismans. Any two can sense each other.”

”This crossbow machine is from Fuyu Mountain, and it’s carved out of Blood Warm Jade.”

”This pen is also from Fuyu Mountain. There’s stuff inside from Fuyu Mountain used as a counterweight.”

Little Thief’s face went pale as ash. Last time he nearly got crushed to death, and this time...

A candle over a meter long, thicker than the thigh of a two-hundred-pound man, with more locator devices on it than wax.

The scripture scroll was fine, at least it wasn’t heavy.

But that crossbow machine had to weigh at least thirty pounds!

And that one-meter-long giant pen—it might look light, but the so-called counterweight stuffed into its hollow body was at least twenty pounds!

Little Thief had just tried to say something when someone next to him patted his shoulder and said,

”Relax, we’ve done the math precisely, this is definitely within your weight limit, you can absolutely bring it all down.

If we had someone else, found the estate already, you wouldn’t even need to bother delivering all this.

Don’t worry, all you need to do is deliver the goods and send back intel. It totally counts as your social practice credits.

Any paperwork you need to sign later—we’ll handle all of it for you, have no worries.

We’ve been counting this as work experience since your first year in college; your résumé will look amazing for sure.

If you want to join the Scorching Sun Department, we can hire you straight in.

And, you’ll have a regular position!

If you don’t want it now, the Scorching Sun Department has a ton of other resources that can go directly to your family.

Including everything you’ve done before, it all counts as achievements.”

Little Thief was left dazed by the old slick talkers from the Scorching Sun Department. In the end, gritting his teeth as he looked at that pile of stuff, he just lay down in bed and logged into the game.

...

In a small town in Central Plains County, before dawn, Chen Qimo opened her eyes. She got dressed and climbed out of bed. This step used to be the hardest—once it got cold, she’d feel freezing, and even after a whole night under the covers, her feet were still icy cold.

But today, she felt warm all over, unbelievably comfortable.

She got up, brushed her hair in front of the mirror. Her mushroom haircut looked so dorky, it covered her eyebrows. She reached out and touched her head—deep down she knew it was definitely that Big Brother Su who helped her.

The slightly pale look in the mirror was now a lot rosier. She felt like there was more warmth in her body. Wearing the same thick clothes as yesterday, she moved about a little, and even after making some breakfast, she felt a touch warm.

She lived in the innermost room of the little courtyard. That room got the least sunlight, since it was the cheapest, while the outside rooms could rent for a bit more.

Any other year around this time, she’d already have to light the stove for warmth. But today, she figured she could save some coal. Actually, early on, burning coal was already forbidden in this area—her circumstances were just special, so the community just turned a blind eye. Smokeless coal, anyway. As long as you don’t see a big cloud of smoke during inspections, it’s all good.

All the neighbors around were living in houses they built decades ago, old neighbors who’ve all needed heating too. On this issue, everyone was pretty united.

Whip up some batter, fry a pancake, have a hearty breakfast—throw in an egg, some pre-stir-fried noodles, and a bowl of oil tea with a little crushed peanuts. That’s a nutritious breakfast.

Riding her bike against the chilly morning wind to school, Chen Qimo’s little face was flushed. Her breath came out in warm little puffs, and she couldn’t help but touch her head again, a smile dancing in her eyes and at the corner of her mouth.

Not feeling cold is just the best feeling ever.

During a break between classes, her deskmate gently poked her elbow.

”Chen Qimo, you look great today! Is your illness gone?”

Chen Qimo couldn’t help it—she touched her head again and her lips curved into a smile. She nodded without hesitation.

”I’m better now.”

”Wow, congrats!” The girl couldn’t help reaching out to touch Chen Qimo’s cheek. ”You look so good, it’s like you’re wearing makeup.”

”Is... is that so? Maybe I’m just full from breakfast.”

...

Europa, in an underground building, blazing flames were burning.

An old man was holding a stone plate, standing atop an altar. All around, dozens of scattered kneeling cultists were slicing open their own necks, fresh blood streaming across the altar.

Ancient curse scriptures were being chanted amidst the firelight.

The old man cradled the stone plate with an expression of solemn reverence. After waiting half an hour, the seemingly solid stone plate began to spin on its own. A weak flame sprang up in the center of the plate.

The old man’s expression gradually turned feverish as he trembled and screamed,

”The Sacred Fire! It’s been rekindled!”

...

Wen Yan watched the faint light appear, saw Fu Guangfei pinned to the ground and unable to move, and quickly walked over to take the stuff off him.

Looking at the things brought down this time, Wen Yan realized he’d really underestimated the folks at the Scorching Sun Department. Give them half a chance, and they’d move an entire engineer down here if they could.

Especially that crossbow machine carved out of Blood Warm Jade—its shine was simply blinding.

He didn’t need to guess—it was definitely delivered by people from Fuyu Mountain.