Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 657: 401, Arctic Chapter 657: 401, Arctic This was Qing Chen’s first time traveling to a foreign land, and inevitably, some apprehension stirred within him.

He worried whether he would be able to adapt to the food in Amsterdam.

He worried that his English, which he thought was fluent, might sound broken to foreigners.

He worried whether he could successfully land a job on a crabbing boat.

He worried whether he would truly encounter challenging waves.

30-meter waves were the mighty force of nature, elusive and sought-after.

Qing Chen sat in the plush seat of the first class, and once the airplane entered the stratosphere, he comfortably closed his eyes to recall the information Yan Chunmi had given him.

Information about Qing Xing.

After Yan Chunmi caused a huge commotion in Blossom Community and removed all of Qing Xing’s hidden stakes in a rather melodramatic way,

that third-tier actress immediately became subdued, routinely filming, working, and auditioning.

Just like a real actress.

This truly disgusted Qing Xing; he had to rent a separate house for the security personnel to live in.

However, it was this act of renting that allowed the other Kite Falcons under Qing Chen’s command to find an opportunity to thoroughly investigate all the security forces around Qing Xing.

There were 24 security personnel stationed permanently, working in three shifts of eight people each, surveilling the Blossom Community around the clock.

But this was not Qing Chen’s main concern; his focus was on Qing Xing’s lifestyle.

In his mind, he compiled all the details related to Qing Xing and discovered that the other party never wore rings, watches, or necklaces.

One could say he wore no decorative items at all.

Furthermore, Qing Xing would change into different outfits every day, never repeating the same outfit in a month.

On regular days, besides clothing, there were no other superfluous personal items.

This meant that Qing Xing indeed did not carry the taboo item on his person, nor did he know where it was hidden.

Of course, there were taboo items like “benevolence charms” that could be stored within the body without leaving any trace.

But in strict terms, ‘benevolence charms’ are not taboo items; they were a gift from Yang Xiaojun to Yi, and this woman was not yet dead.

Strictly speaking, only the rule items exuded by dead Transcendents are considered taboo items.

In the known sequence of taboo items, none can be stored within the body like ‘benevolence charms.’

Thus, Qing Chen boldly assumed that Qing Xing’s taboo item also could not be stored within the body.
Then, there are taboo items that exist in the form of tattoos, like the Devil’s Stamp.

But Qing Xing was very fond of swimming, and much evidence showed that he did not have any tattoos on his body.

Unless… the taboo item was tattooed on Qing Xing’s buttocks.

Qing Chen felt this was also unlikely; taboo items, being active entities, also have their dignity and wouldn’t idly sit on someone’s butt.

Now, having ruled out the possibility that Qing Xing carried the taboo item on his person, where could he be hiding it?

Qing Chen, with his eyes closed, furrowed his brow deeply. In the five days that Yan Chunmi had kept him under surveillance, aside from going home and visiting Intelligence Department Three, Qing Xing had visited a total of 37 public places, never repeating any of them.

If it were a hiding place for the taboo item, Qing Xing would likely have visited it frequently.

Could Qing Xing have hidden the taboo item in Intelligence Department Three? No, if so, it would have been seized by Qing Wen and the other Shadow Candidates long ago.

Hidden at home? Incorrect, Qing Yi went to arrest people at Intelligence Department Three in the afternoon, while Qing Chen’s fate was decided by evening.

Qing Chen had specifically asked Yan Chunmi to investigate Qing Xing’s movements that day. After Qing Yi’s arrest, Qing Xing left Intelligence Department Three but did not return home.

Qing Chen’s thoughts accelerated, and he kept summarizing Qing Xing’s patterns, only to realize that this guy had absolutely no pattern at all.

Wait.

There was a pattern.

Qing Chen suddenly realized that he might have been oblivious to two clear patterns.

The first pattern was that Qing Xing always picked up money when he went out.

The second pattern was that he went out every day.

Regardless of the weather, out of 365 days a year, Qing Xing spent about 340 days unyieldingly going out to play, wander, and meet people.

As if… he went out just to pick up money, like missing a day out would lead to a loss of something.

Qing Chen opened his eyes, feeling that he might have a direction for his guess – perhaps the clue about Qing Xing was hidden in this money-picking habit.

Although he didn’t know how it was done, Qing Chen had already faintly realized that Qing Xing’s daily outings to pick up money were related to hiding the taboo item.

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At midnight, the passengers in first class around Qing Chen had already reclined their seats into flat beds, covered themselves with blankets, and fallen into a deep sleep, or were lying back watching movies.

Yet Qing Chen was still in his mind, simulating surfing over and over.

He had to force himself to keep training because at sea he would face many uncertainties, and the strong winds might bring waves not just 30 meters high, but possibly 40 or even 45 meters.

A slight mistake by Qing Chen could result in his complete burial at sea.

At that moment, a flight attendant saw Qing Chen still sitting upright in his seat. Thinking he might be unfamiliar with how to adjust the seat into its flat lying mode, she walked over to remind him.

After all, it was normal for people not to know since most domestic flights, even in business class, only allowed minor adjustments to the backrest.

However, just as the flight attendant approached, she suddenly saw the young man in the dim cabin abruptly open his eyes, staring at her with an intense gaze.

For some reason, she felt as if her heart had skipped a beat, a momentary fear overtaking her.