Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 632: 392, accident_3 Chapter 632: 392, accident_3 Qing Hua was puzzled, “What level is Qing Wu?”

Qing Yi thought for a while and said, “At least B-Class, he’s famously obsessed with martial arts among the Descendants of Qing. Other than his cultivation, nothing else matters to him. He’s also the only Shadow Candidate who participates in the Shadow competition without a Protector, because the highest level for a Protector is only C-Class, which is still inferior to him.”

At that moment, in the large office, Qing Wu handed over a prisoner to the detective and then surprisingly laid down on the desk and fell into a deep sleep, utterly unconcerned about the bloodstains on his body.

It seemed as though this was an all too common occurrence.

Only when the detective took over Lin Haiping did he discover that this mastermind assassin had all his limbs severed and suffered from comminuted fractures.

Someone pulled back Lin Haiping’s sleeve to take a look, and the clear fingerprints proved that his bones had been brutally crushed by Qing Wu!

Qing Wen glanced at Qing Wu and even worried for a moment that Qing Wu, in his beast-like frenzy, might kill all the Shadow Candidates in the office on the spot.

That would indeed be a very direct way to compete for the position of the Shadow.

The usual lively atmosphere was absent from the large office of Intelligence Department Three; everyone was silent, as if enveloped by the center of a low-pressure vortex.

Everyone was pondering one question, what exactly allowed Qing Yi to have such backing from Intelligence Department One?

Wasn’t Intelligence Department One busy catching people lately? Why did they suddenly get involved in the Shadow competition?

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Qing Hua led all detectives back to the third floor of Intelligence Department One.

Upon entering, he found the large office empty except for Qing Zhun sitting alone with his legs crossed on the desk, listening to music through headphones.

Qing Chen was nowhere to be seen.

Qing Hua asked Qing Zhun, “Where’s the boss?”

Qing Zhun, smilingly removed his headphones to answer, “The boss went out alone, said he had some business to handle.”

Qing Hua paused for a moment, then walked over to Qing Zhun, picked up the headphones, and listened. Loud music indeed played through them, “You can read lips? I never noticed that before.”

“There’s a lot you haven’t noticed,” Qing Zhun said meaningfully, “Did you bring the people back?”

“Brought them back,” Qing Hua nodded, “They’ve already been locked up in the Secret Prison.”

At that moment, Qing Hua suddenly wondered if the boss had ordered all detectives to mobilize to help Qing Yi capture someone just to get them out of the way so he could have a chance to go out alone?

What was he doing that needed to be so secretive?

Moreover, this new boss probably still didn’t fully trust the detectives of Unit Seven.

Qing Hua sent other detectives away and asked Qing Zhun in a low voice, “The boss hasn’t publicly assigned you any tasks lately, has he given you a secret mission?”

“Guess?” Qing Zhun responded with a teasing smile.

“I guess, the boss wants you to root out the mole in Unit Seven,” Qing Hua whispered, “Right?”

Qing Zhun laughed, “That’s confidential.”

Qing Hua sighed, the internal affairs of Intelligence Department One were extremely intricate, with each intelligence unit often planting moles within the others.

At that moment, Qing Chen, wearing a white tracksuit, unknown when he changed, was walking silently down the street, personally scouting what he believed to be the optimal spot for the transaction.

According to his agreement with the Shadow, tonight he was to inform the Shadow of the transaction location.

The evening sun was just right.

In the deep winter season, the sunlight pierced through the towering buildings and warmed him.

However, the red sunset reflecting off the glass of the building across the street shone into Qing Chen’s eyes, blinding him temporarily.

On the sidewalk, a homeless guitarist gently strummed his guitar strings. His shoes were worn through, and his cheeks bore a beard from long time without shaving.

The song was beautiful, a cover of Song Niannian’s work, and in the husky voice of the homeless guitarist, it took on a different flavor.

In the distance, a car slowly crossed the intersection ahead, its reflection in the setting sun hiding it within the blaze of light.

Qing Chen stopped to listen, seemingly enjoying the peace of the moment, unaware of everything else.

Just then, a pedestrian passed by the homeless guitarist and dropped a coin.

But the coin, a one-yuan piece, didn’t lie quietly on the ground after falling; it bounced up and rolled erectly toward the street.

The homeless guitarist quickly hugged his guitar and chased after the coin, which was very important to him as it meant he could afford a synthetic protein meal tonight.

The homeless guitarist failed to notice that as he rushed into the street, the car was already close at hand.

The driver inside the car, not expecting someone to dart out from the side of the road, swerved abruptly, and the vehicle crashed into the pedestrian pathway, heading straight for Qing Chen.

Qing Chen, the runaway vehicle, and the bent-over guitarist picking up coins, though seemingly unrelated, were mysteriously connected in that moment.

With a loud crash, the Mercedes solidly smashed into a streetlight pole next to the road.

And the young man, who should have been in the car’s path, had moved away from the spot at some point, now gazing thoughtfully at the scene.

The driver in the car looked at his wrecked vehicle and yelled at the homeless guitarist, “Are you blind, running into the middle of the road like that?”

The homeless guitarist hurriedly ran away.

Qing Chen suddenly looked in the direction of the PCA Central Intelligence Agency headquarters. If that Qing Xing fellow was igniting a Taboo Item ACE-054 match, he must be watching him from this angle, right?

He smiled and said, “Interesting.”

Given the speed of the car, had it hit Qing Chen, he most likely would have broken both legs but would not have died.

It looked like Qing Xing had his eyes on him, but could only orchestrate an “injury incident” and not a “murder incident.”

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Five thousand-word chapter, another coming at 11 PM.

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