Yang Jian turned around and cut off their whispering: "What else did Wan Delu say?"
Zhang Liqin's earlobes were burning red. She hurriedly handed over a well-crafted ticket with a few large words printed on it: "Dayang City Sanxingdui Museum."
"What is this?"
"Wan Delu's final investigation ended at this place. Following the trail of the Soul Jar, he discovered that there might be... a supernatural incident at a certain location, suspected to have been caused by a Soul Jar manufactured during the Song Dynasty inside the museum..."
Zhang Wei leaned in for a look and immediately spoke as if he had discovered some shocking secret: "A Song Dynasty object placed in Sanxingdui? We at least graduated high school, alright! Do you really take my Bro Leg for an illiterate?"
Zhang Liqin let out a bitter smile.
"I raised this exact question back then, but Wan Delu said he didn't know either. The local supervisor forbade him from investigating further, so the trail went cold here."
"Which blind idiot dares to block my Bro Leg's underling? Didn't he report Bro Leg's name at the time?"
"What name?" Zhang Liqin was taken aback.
Zhang Wei walked over to Yang Jian's side, struck a pose he believed to be especially handsome, and said in a deep voice: "Why, of course it's the Bro Leg who combines both handsomeness and wisdom, martial prowess and temperament, the King of Dachang City, known in the jianghu as the Top Dog of Dachang City."
Yang Jian raised an eyebrow. Zhang Wei was still as excellent as ever. He patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder.
"A'Wei, you don't need to add so many prefixes when mentioning my name. Later, I'll take you to meet someone."
"Someone?" Zhang Wei was stunned.
"As long as it's not meeting a ghost."
Yang Jian pulled out a satellite phone and said directly: "Liu Xiaoyu, you heard all that, right? Send all the files regarding that museum in Dayang City to my phone. I want results by today. If the supervisor there doesn't agree, I'll go there personally and make him agree."
Without waiting for Liu Xiaoyu's reply, he hung up and turned toward the elevator.
"Let's go, A'Wei."
Jiang Yan was in a meeting, so Yang Jian didn't call her; otherwise, she'd keep chirping away nonstop. After entrusting a few matters to Zhang Liqin, Yang Jian brought Zhang Wei back to Guanjiang Residential Area.
There were still many vacant villas here. Yang Jian had given each team member a villa. In his own words, this was a "company benefit."
Zhao Lei was also settled here. After bringing him back last night, Yang Jian let him pick any villa he wanted. Zhao Lei had nearly jumped for joy upon hearing this. At the end of the day, he was still just a student. Suddenly possessing the life he had once only dreamed of, he found it somewhat hard to believe for a moment.
"Bro Leg, who are we meeting? So mysterious."
Zhang Wei wore sunglasses and had a straw in his mouth as he walked beside Yang Jian, looking like he deserved a beating.
The moment they opened the door, they heard a man's furious roar:
"Holy crap, you beast! You're actually using hacks?! Do you know who I am? The Three-Faced Buddha of Dachang City! Do you know who my classmate is?! Have you heard of the Top Dog of Dachang City?! Have you heard of the Red Flower Double Stick of Dachang City?! Believe it or not, I'll call a van of bread people right now to come beat you to death!!"
Zhang Wei's eyes lit up.
"Holy crap, Zhao Lei?!"
"That's right." Yang Jian nodded.
It seemed Zhao Lei had been gaming in his room all night. During the time his consciousness had been trapped inside the newspaper, he had been thinking that if he could get a chicken dinner before he died, he would have no more regrets.
Now that he had regained his body, he was going to thoroughly indulge himself...
"Bro Leg, don't make a sound. I'm going to scare him."
Zhang Wei furtively ran upstairs following the sound.
In the pitch-black room, only the white light of the monitor illuminated the scene. There was Zhao Lei, wearing headphones, his keyboard clattering away, muttering under his breath.
"You hack-loving scum, forcing me to use my ultimate move, huh? Six Eyes! Activate!!"
Then the screen went black. He had been killed by someone again.
What followed was a string of affectionate greetings concerning the opposing family's health: "I f—k your..."
Zhang Wei crept up, gently removed Zhao Lei's headphones, and spoke into his ear in an extremely resentful tone: "Zhuge the Big Fool, I've come for you~"
"Ahh!!!"
Zhao Lei, who had been completely absorbed in his game, was so startled that he nearly threw a punch. But upon seeing who it was, his face lit up with joy.
"Holy crap! Zhang Wei, you little shit!"
"Holy crap! How do you have three faces?!"
Yang Jian stepped forward, tossed him a face mask, and said: "Zhao Lei, stop playing for a moment and put on the mask."
Those two extra faces of Zhao Lei's were extremely sinister. To avoid any accidents, Yang Jian had specially customized a face mask for him.
"Oh, okay."
Zhao Lei picked up the mask and pulled it over his head, wrapping around his entire skull so that only his hair and front face were exposed. Those two ghostly faces were tightly covered by the black fabric. For safety's sake, Yang Jian had even added two thin sheets of gold inside.
Zhang Wei stepped forward, stared at him with a deadpan expression, and said: "Zhao Lei, you look really handsome wearing this. You kind of look like that... Yan guy."
"I know. With my looks and temperament, this is perfectly normal..."
"Pi Yan."
"Are you looking to die?"
Zhang Wei plopped down in front of the computer, glanced at the game screen, and raised an eyebrow. "Bot-tier lobbies. Want Dad to hard-carry you up the ranks?"
The gaming addict Zhao Lei's eyes instantly lit up. Back when they were in school, Zhang Wei had been the best at gaming. He hugged Zhang Wei's thigh and wailed loudly:
"Godfather! Save me! That kid on the other side is using hacks! I've been matched against him several times!"
A sharp look flashed through Zhang Wei's eyes. He sneered and said: "I, Zhang Wei, specialize in beating hackers!"
He pointed at Yang Jian and continued: "But you have to call out to Bro Leg first. If Bro Leg agrees, I'll carry you."
Zhao Lei immediately turned and hugged Yang Jian's thigh.
"Bro Leg! Save me! Before I died, all I wanted was to get a chicken dinner!"
Yang Jian had been watching the two of them from the side. At this moment, his expression softened somewhat. For an instant, it was as if they had returned to those carefree student days—a time when they had yet to encounter fierce ghosts, when everything in this world was still completely normal.
Yang Jian could still feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness...
"Log on."
Yang Jian pulled out a gaming chair and sat down. This room was a built-in gaming room in the villa, with five computers in total—enough for them to squad up.
Hearing this, Zhao Lei leaped and dashed to his computer.
"It seems... the Three Musketeers of Dachang Seventh High have reunited once again."
He shouted excitedly: "This time! I will reclaim everything I lost in my previous life!"
Zhang Wei raised his arm and shouted: "Aoligei! Let's do this, bros!"
"Right, Bro Leg." Zhao Lei suddenly thought of something.
"I realized my other two faces can also see the screen while I'm gaming. Do you need me to activate my Ultimate Three-Faced Buddha mode?"
"Damn, are you looking down on me?"
Zhang Wei protested indignantly: "I, Zhang Wei, hate nothing more in this life than hackers! Watch how I carry you guys to a chicken dinner!"
In Dajing City, the winter cold wind blew through the streets, and pedestrians walked by hurriedly.
A long-haired woman was standing by the roadside. However, going by body shape, she somewhat resembled a man. She seemed to be waiting for someone.
On the giant screen in the square, a live news broadcast was playing: "Live report: The fire abroad that has been burning for several consecutive weeks has been successfully extinguished thanks to our country's aid. It has now entered the final rescue stage. Please take protective measures and remember—"
"Tong Qian."
A man wearing a Supervisor's uniform walked up.
"You've been waiting long? Quick, get in the car."
A breeze blew through the long hair swaying in the wind. Faintly visible on both sides of the head were blurred facial patterns. She gently shook her head and smiled:
"I also just arrived."