Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 941: 581. The Simplest Link

“Beep beep beep!”

The sharp and piercing sound of an alarm rang out from the body of a drifter at the corner of Street District Three.

The nearby bakery owner was a bit curious; City 22 prohibited lower caste people from entering the Upper Three Districts, unless they had work permits like him.

Therefore, the owner was puzzled about how this drifter managed to sneak into City 22?

But that still wasn’t the key point. The key point was that he had seen this young drifter come to the corner, sit on the ground and sleep for ten minutes, then the alarm in his arms sounded.

What could a drifter possibly have to do, why did he set a ten-minute alarm for himself, afraid he might freeze to death in the street if he fell asleep?

The bakery owner had been considering whether to drive the drifter away, but now there was no need; the drifter was already hurriedly leaving.

Ten minutes later, the bakery owner leaned against the door of his shop, waiting for the fragrant high-gluten bread to be baked and then bought by those high-caste bigwigs.

At this moment, the sunlight above suddenly disappeared, and he looked up to see a gigantic B-Class Floating Ship had opened its rear landing bay, and hundreds of Jindai soldiers were descending down the ropes one by one.

The bakery owner panicked as an officer stepped in front of him, “Where did the drifter at your door go just now?”

The bakery owner tremblingly said, “He slept here for ten minutes, then the alarm in his arms went off, and he ran off.”

The officer’s face was grim.

For seven days, they had used the Cloud Mirror to track Qing Chen, but no matter how many times they came down upon him, he would always escape like a rabbit before the eagle could swoop down from the sky.

Then, like a drop of water merging into the sea, he vanished within the city.

You need to know, the Jindai soldiers were rotating shifts for tracking, while this fleeing assassin had to face relentless pursuit around the clock.

He fragmented his complete sleep into segments of just ten minutes each. If it were anyone else, they would have collapsed by now, but he hadn’t.

This officer stood at the bakery entrance, observing as this assassin never once tried to leave City 22, perpetually circling around within the city, completely unsure of what he was doing.

The assassin no longer attempted to counterkill anyone. For a master at this level, who could also disguise oneself, if focused solely on running, the Jindai couldn’t even set a trap.

They had attempted to bait him with a few traps, hoping he would take the bait, but since this assassin annihilated a group of Jindai Time Travelers, he seemed to have changed tactics and refused to take any bait.

An assassin who suddenly stops killing, it was incomprehensible.

But the truth was, Qing Chen was cursing silently during this time.

With no more insider reports from Jindai Yunlo, Jindai Sorajima had been ordered to completely disturb the timing for using the Cloud Mirror.

The first two days were fine; Qing Chen simply ran when hearing any commotion, and few could catch him.

The results were that later, the Jindai Consortium dispatched six B-Class Floating Ships, and he barely slept when suddenly Jindai soldiers descended from the sky.

As a result, he hadn’t had a proper sleep these last few days, almost to the point of sleeping while standing.

It was so miserable.

Qing Chen sighed.

There was, of course, good news. Luo Wanya had succeeded in persuading Gao Yang from the Dragon Pattern Gang to switch sides, and tonight they were planning to take action against the Dragon Pattern Gang.

So far, still no one had noticed the changes in the Lower Three Districts, everyone’s attention was focused solely on Qing Chen.

At this moment, Xu Linsen, Jiang Mubei, and Luo Wanya were all making hurried preparations.

Only Yangyang seemed a bit idle.

Since last night, Qing Chen started disguising as a drifter, hiding in the Lower Three Districts.

Hiding in the Lower Three Districts was meant for the subsequent Jindai analysis of his whereabouts; if they found he never hid in the Lower Three Districts, it might lead to some clues.

This young lady Yangyang even specifically found him in the Lower Three Districts, pretending to pass by while dropping a couple of coins next to him.

Who knows what kind of twisted humor this is…

But frankly speaking, Yangyang’s ability to lock onto a field seemed as effective as the Cloud Mirror for finding people.

Qing Chen arrived at a building, silently sneaked into a room, stole the homeowner’s clothes, and left behind over a thousand bucks.

He changed his appearance, silently left again, and waited for the next activation of the Cloud Mirror.

The arrival of the Floating Ship was just a signal; he now had four hours of sleep time.

At this moment, an unknown number called on his cell phone, and Qing Chen, while walking, irritably said, “I’m in a hurry to find a place to sleep now, I don’t have time to chat with you.”

On the phone, Jindai Yunlo chuckled for a while before saying, “Previously, a doctor told me that if a person doesn’t sleep well, their endocrine system can get disrupted, making them prone to irritability—it seems this is indeed happening.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?” Qing Chen asked.

“Jindai Yunhe and Jindai Yasuhito will depart early tomorrow to head to City 21 for a commemorative ceremony,” Jindai Yunlo said, “I don’t know the route myself.”

“Why do you know their whereabouts when you don’t get along?” Qing Chen asked.

“Because I have like-minded partners,” Jindai Yunlo laughed.

“What do you want?” Qing Chen asked.

“I want Jindai Yunhe’s eyes.”

Qing Chen was silent for a moment.

On the phone, Jindai Yunlo said, “You’ve been dormant these past seven days. Although I don’t know what trump card you may have, I know you’ve been waiting for Jindai Yunhe to board the Floating Ship. Now your chance has come; just leave his eyes for me.”