Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 248 Textbook
Chen Chuan stood at the edge of the ritual pattern, keeping an eye on the changes in the second me. After waiting for about two or three minutes, he saw the blur suddenly disappear. His eyes lit up, and he almost immediately walked forward and dug up the soil there.

At this moment, the dummy inside disappeared, leaving only the upper jaw bone there.

It worked!
He bent down, reached out his hand, and picked up the upper jawbone. At the moment of contact, he saw waves of intense blurring coming from the second me.

Obviously, if you don't touch it, you can't feel it.

This is what he wants.

Now, the problem here has been solved. As long as the maxillary bone is brought back, no one here will be attacked again.

He put the things into the bag and walked away.

While he was dealing with this matter here, the "city cleanup team" in Central City had already cleaned up the scene of the Golden Shrimp Building.

The city cleanup team does not simply collect corpses and clean up the scene, but is also responsible for identifying traces and collecting data to restore the scene and specific process at the time.

These will eventually be uploaded to "Posha" for data storage, so that the next time a similar situation occurs, a data comparison can be performed.

However, all the information records of the scene were deleted by Wu Bei, and the bodies of most people were destroyed by gang members who arrived later, making it impossible to make an accurate restoration.

Therefore, the only way to supplement the details is to have the people who arrive at the scene record them in written form. However, written records are based on experience and subjectivity and cannot be used as first-hand records according to regulations. They can only be used as references, so their importance is greatly reduced. If they are brought back, they will most likely be sealed in a remote corner.

But the aftermath of this incident has not subsided. The Jinxia team has its own headquarters and an elite team. In addition to legitimate commissions, they also have their own gray channels. In addition to doing shameful private work for the upper echelons, they also often do some shameful and illegal business with certain gangs.

Such a team was destroyed within a day, and immediately reporters and news media teams with a keen sense of smell rushed in to dig out the inside story.

The Jinxia team did make reports to several big shots in the past, but now no one has commented on it, and even the traces of these people's existence were completely wiped out afterwards.

Just as Chen Chuan thought, unless there are extremely deep interests involved or even family relations between the two parties, these people will not only not support the Jinxia team, but will quickly cut ties with them when they see something wrong. Anyway, there are plenty of people working for them, so when one batch is gone, they can just replace them with another.

This incident caused quite a stir in the client circle, but no one spoke up for the Jinxia team, because these people never followed the rules, were very ruthless, and had almost no bottom line. Even some people who felt that they had been very cruel could not stand it.

That is to say, this group of people mainly accept unusual commissions and do some shady work behind the scenes. There is not much business overlap between them and the clients, so no one says much about it normally. But this time, no one sympathizes with their downfall, but instead everyone is gloating over their misfortune.

After Lao Qi dealt with Xiaoman's matter, he returned home, found a place to hide the money bag, and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already noon the next day.

He first saw the message his daughter left in the blog, and couldn't help but smile.

Considering that he had something to do these two days, he entrusted his daughter to the care of his brother-in-law. Now it seems that she is having a lot of fun.

Then he saw the contact interface flashing non-stop. The intensity of the light almost made him dizzy. He got up to wash up and opened it to check. He asked knowingly, "Aji, what's going on so early in the morning?"

Someone couldn't wait to say, "Old Qi, you know what? The Golden Shrimp team is finished."

Lao Qi pretended to say, "Golden shrimp? Which golden shrimp?"

"Which other Golden Shrimp?" The voice suddenly became louder, "The Golden Shrimp Commissioning Team."

"What?" Old Qi's tone revealed shock and disbelief, "It's them?"

"It's them! You don't know, the scene was terrible. It is said that the implants and equipment were all stripped off. Tsk, this kind of rough method is obviously done by the Moss Gang. They only pick the good ones and don't want the junk or cheap ones.

If it was the guys in the sewer, how could there be any bodies left? The Moss Gang made a profit this time. How could they not encounter such a good thing?

Lao Qi cooperated and acted surprised: "You said that? It wasn't the Moss Gang who did it, and they got a bargain?"

His tone was a little exaggerated, which was not his usual style, but luckily the guy opposite was in high spirits and was just trying to satisfy his desire to talk, so he didn't pay much attention to this.

"Who says it's not? When the Moss Gang arrived, the job was already done. Tsk tsk, Jing Li spent a lot of money on these people. Maybe all the profits over the years have been invested in them. If this job was all done by my buddy, he can retire tomorrow."

These words made Lao Qi feel a little painful. Yes, this was a huge sum of money.

But in reality they can't make any money from it. To deal with this kind of black goods, one needs channels and background. Otherwise, the goods will rot in their hands and they won't be able to get rid of them. In the end, they will just become a custodian who looks after other people's things.

He then asked nervously and expectantly: "By the way, you haven't told me yet, who did it?"

The guy on the other side lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I heard that it was someone from the government."

"Someone from the government?" Lao Qi was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, that should be correct. You know what? It is said that the security team turned around right after Jing Li's men died. They retreated so quickly, and the people who took action did not seem to be from the company, so they could only be government officials."

"That makes some sense..." Lao Qi thought to himself that it was good that everyone thought this way, so that Brother Chen and they would not be involved.

He chatted for more than ten minutes, ended the call with this person, and looked at the client's contact platform, and found that they were all discussing this matter. In their words, they all admired the group of people who took action, and wondered who this person was.

Lao Qi was also a participant. Looking at those words of praise and admiration, he felt secretly happy. However, he could not say it actively, so he could only hold it in his heart, so he felt a little itchy in his heart.

In the end, he simply decided to turn a blind eye to it and closed the interface. He made himself breakfast and halfway through the process, he received a message from Chen Chuan, asking him to count the cash in the purse when he had time and to report back.

Lao Qi suddenly felt that he was trusted. After agreeing, he went back to count the money and found that it was an integer, exactly 100,000 yuan.

This amount of money is really not small, and it can be called a huge sum. I knew it was not small, but I didn't expect it to be so much.

He immediately contacted Chen Chuan and Wu Bei and informed them of the number.

Wu Bei was a little curious: "They kept so much cash, are they planning to buy something?"

Lao Qi pondered and said, "It's possible, but they also take a lot of illegal jobs privately, and the money can't go through the platform, so it's also possible that someone else gave them a deposit."

Chen Chuanshuo said, "Don't worry about the use. Everyone has contributed to this. You two can take some away with you."

Wu Bei thought about it and said okay. He was not short of money, but he felt that if he didn't take it, it would seem difficult for others to take it either, so he decided to take it himself.

Lao Qi said seriously: "Brother Chen, Brother Wu, I'm not being pretentious. I need the money, but I only put in a little effort this time, so I can only take the part that I deserve." Although he urgently needs the money, he will not ask for it if it does not belong to him. He knows his own weight.

Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Brother Wu and I will each take 25,000, Lao Qi, you take 5,000, and the rest will be used as the team's public fund. Lao Qi, I will give you another 20,000 as an expenditure from the public account, and you can go and replace the implants in your body. In the future, you must contribute more to the team."

Wu Bei also said: "Yes, Lao Qi, your implant is too old, you should change it."

When Lao Qi found out that there were two people taking care of him, he was touched. This time he did not refuse, but said solemnly: "Okay, I will change it later."

Twenty thousand yuan is not even a fraction of the cost to replace a high-end implant, but if it is just for upgrading and expansion and is limited to civilian use, it is enough to be frugal. The key is to find a reliable implant doctor to maximize its function.

After Chen Chuan finished the call, he looked at the upper jaw bone on the desk in the study. After this strange story, he didn't need any medicine for the time being.

But strange stories don’t exist indefinitely. If they fail to affect people outside, they will probably die out over time.

This is also why when all the people in a place die out, the ghost stories will disappear as well.

And he has a second me to bear the attacks for him, so it is equivalent to creating an uninhabited environment. After a long time, it will disappear, but it will last for a long time, a few months should be fine, and the demand for drugs will not be so urgent.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the world, and found the teacher who had tried to contact him before.

I didn't have time before, but now I can reply. After all, he is a teacher in the college, and it is still vacation time. It would be impolite not to reply to anyone who sends him a message.

He sent a message back following the message and thought he would have to wait for a while, but unexpectedly the call was connected very quickly.

"Is this Teacher Wu? I am student Chen Chuan."

"it's me."

Teacher Wu spoke in a deep, low voice, "Hello, student Chen."

Chen Chuanshuo said: "I have read the information you showed me, Mr. Wu. You said you can help me improve my fighting skills in a short period of time?"

"That's clear."

Teacher Wu replied with certainty: "I have taught more than 300 students individually. This is all factually verified. I have rich teaching experience. You can choose to trust me."

Chen Chuan thought about it and realized that a large number actually doesn’t mean anything, because good teachers actually take the elite route and teach a small number of students. What matters is the quality.

He asked politely, "Does Teacher Wu have any suggestions?"

"Student Chen Chuan, I have read your information. You are from a small city. Of course, I don't mean to look down on you. I am just stating a fact. The fighting techniques of small places still carry traditional and backward concepts.

I have a set of tutorials here. As long as you learn them, they can make up for your deficiencies and ensure that you can pass the school's assessment. The price of this set of teaching materials is not high at present, and I can give you a preferential price. "As he said, he sent a material introduction, "You can take a look first..."

Chen Chuan took a look and said politely, "Okay, Mr. Wu, please let me take a look first."

At the other end of the communication interface, in a messy and dark room, a man with deep wrinkles on his forehead, who looked a little neurotic, ended the call. He looked out the window with a straight look in his eyes, and kept repeating in his mouth: "I will find me again, I will find me again..."

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(End of this chapter)