In the adjacent room.

The man in black who had been holding it in all day finally relieved himself in his own suite.

The first thing he did after leaving the bathroom was find the disposable cup from before and pressed his ear against the wall again.

Just as he did, he heard an enticing female voice from the other side:

"Be good and do your homework~ Or else, the teacher will punish you~"

"Hiss—" The man in black sucked in a breath of cold air.

He was utterly confused.

When did a teacher come along?

Did the neighbors change? That couldn't be right, I saw them go in together!

He listened even more intently:

"What are you doing? I'm your teacher!"

"Not over there!"

"Where's my husband? Where's my husband?!"

"..."

The man in black's expression froze in an instant.

Even his dark face flushed an embarrassed red.

Damn...

That noise...

They're... starting?!

Whoa, just got back to the hotel!

Do you young people really have that much energy?!

Don't you want to rest and take a shower first?

Or do you just like it messy?!

The more he listened, the more he marveled:

"Impressive! You young folks know how to have fun!"

"Not only doing roleplay, but also incorporating a plot?"

He didn't know if it was for work or the mission, but he pressed against the wall even more attentively.

However, just then, his phone rang again.

The caller ID was the same as this morning's.

The man in black reluctantly left the wall, took out his phone:

"Boss, your orders."

"How is it?" The same voice came through the phone:

"It's already ten-thirty at night, why haven't you contacted me all day? Have they shown any suspicious activity?"

"No, boss, I've been following them..." the man in black answered swiftly.

"They've been out playing all day, I think they might just be tourists?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the wall, adding in his mind: "They're having a great time now!"

"Don't be complacent!" The middle-aged man's voice on the phone was very serious:

"Internal intel says this Zhang Feng, the forensic expert, deceives people by acting like a tourist, even staying at Cheng Bing's club."

"They managed to fool Cheng Bing, so don't let your guard down!"

"I understand!" Hearing the boss's voice, the man unconsciously stood to attention:

"Boss, you can count on me! I'll keep a close watch on them!"

"Wherever they go, I'll follow. I definitely won't lose them!"

Hearing his confident tone, the boss on the other end was reassured and said:

"That's best. You'll be rewarded after they leave. Keep it up."

After hanging up the phone.

The man in black chuckled and muttered:

"They're busy roleplaying, can't attend to anything else."

Then, tossing his phone aside, he picked up the cup and put it back against the wall.

The sounds from next door became more intense.

Even the man in black felt his face flushing and heart racing.

He muttered:

"Damn, don't you know this makes people feel inferior?"

"Darn it..."

Just as he said this, his peripheral vision caught a card he had casually tossed onto the table.

The man's eyes lit up.

This card, the receptionist gave it to him along with his room card.

Staring at the card, he seemed to make up his mind, gritting his teeth:

"Whatever!"

"They're busy over there, why am I holding back?!"

With that, he picked up the card and dialed the number on it.

After hanging up, he sat on the bed expectantly.

Even thinking to himself: "I just hope she's not worse than the receptionist today, or best if it's the receptionist herself, hehe."

Unbeknownst to him, while he was daydreaming,

the room belonging to Zhang Feng and Shen Xing'Er was already empty!

In fact, Shen Xing'Er didn't even hear the line "Where's my husband."

Only a phone lay on the bed, glowing invitingly.

The sounds originated from this phone.

As for Zhang Feng and Shen Xing'Er, they were already busy in the night.

Their first destination was Longshan Cemetery, in the western hills of Rain City!

The entrance was guarded by a lone security guard inside the security room, dozing off.

After all, it was a cemetery, a place for ashes.

Why would anyone worry about thieves at night?

What's there to steal here?

Offerings or maybe someone's ashes?

Who would be so bored as to do such things at night?

Completely unnoticed, a nimble figure leaped over the wall behind the security room.

Why say "a figure"?

Because Shen Xing'Er clung to Zhang Feng like an octopus, letting him leap over.

After landing, Shen Xing'Er looked at Zhang Feng in shock:

"Zhang Feng, you know Lightweight Skill?! My gosh, are you a Martial Arts Master?!"

Damn Martial Arts Master...

Martial Arts Masters are far behind Cultivators.

But Zhang Feng didn't bother explaining that to Shen Xing'Er.

With Shen Xing'Er in tow, they vanished into the dark cemetery.

The two moved stealthily through the graveyard.

Time ticked by.

Even Zhang Feng's forehead was dotted with sweat, let alone Shen Xing'Er.

At this point, Shen Xing'Er's face was pale, panting slightly, and she said speechlessly:

"How long will this take?"

"There are tens of thousands of urns in this cemetery, aren't there?"

Zhang Feng placed his hands on his hips, looking around speechlessly and said:

"Blame your dad for not mentioning where the victim's ashes were placed..."

"How about we split up to search?"

Zhang Feng paused, looking at Shen Xing'Er, and suggested:

"I'll search outside in the hills, you try indoors?"

"Me? Split up?... No... No way..."

Hearing Zhang Feng, Shen Xing'Er glanced at the tombstones standing silently in the night, shivering involuntarily:

"What if there are ghosts?"

Zhang Feng glanced sidelong at Shen Xing'Er and said:

"There's no such thing as ghosts!"

"Trust in science!"

Seeing Shen Xing'Er still hesitating, Zhang Feng said decisively:

"Didn't you say you'd be helpful? Now's the time to help, or should I send you back?"

Reverse psychology always works!

Shen Xing'Er instantly felt empowered: "No! I can definitely help!"

After saying this, Shen Xing'Er took several deep breaths, made up her mind, and left, looking back frequently.

The reason Zhang Feng wanted to send Shen Xing'Er away was purposeful.

Watching her leave, Zhang Feng leaned against the nearest tombstone and sat down.

With a slight sigh, a gleam appeared in his eyes, and then he reached out.

"Knock, knock, knock!" He tapped the tombstone three times and said:

"Hey! Buddy, mind coming out for a sec, I need directions!"

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