Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 633 - Five Consecutive Jumps
Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Five Consecutive Jumps
Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Five Consecutive Jumps
Jiang Changjie ultimately chose to jump from the building.
Of course, he didn’t want to do this, he had even planned to shout during his fall, “Feng Jun killed me.”
Falling from the ninth floor to the ground is a process, his nephew once said that it takes a little over two seconds to jump from the top of a building to the bottom, equating AIDS to half a set of bungalows.
Then his son gave his cousin a big slap on the face, “Can you even speak properly…”
In the end, Mayor Jiang chose to obediently comply because of the last sentence Feng Jun said—otherwise, I’ll kill your entire family.
What was more terrifying was that as the other party spoke, his body was already hanging in midair.
No matter how quickly the people below rushed, it would take at least a dozen seconds to reach him, and it was very clear that Feng Jun could not be trapped by people in the hallway.
He had no choice, and even as he leaped, he thought to himself: although I have to die, at least the family wealth is secured.
Before dying, everyone tries to comfort themselves with some reasoning.
Meanwhile, Feng Jun’s body suddenly soared, flew over a hundred meters into the sky, and then disappeared into the vast rainy night in an instant.
He returned quite promptly, less than five minutes into his room, when a hurried knocking sound ensued.
Yang Yuxin had been tapped by Feng Jun on the “Fainting Acupoint,” not too forcefully, but she still slept quite heavily. The knocking persisted for a full two minutes before she opened her eyes and muttered impatiently, “Who is it, what do you want?”
“Director Yang,” Xiao Tian shouted loudly outside the door, “There’s important news!”
The next moment, Feng Jun opened the door, wrapped in a bath towel, and spoke irritably, “What news is so important that you’re bothering us like this!”
He was soaked from head to toe, with a bath towel tied around his waist, revealing his muscular upper body with countless tiny droplets rolling across his pectorals and abs…
“What a sight for sore eyes,” Xiao Tian subconsciously covered her eyes with her hand but couldn’t help swallow her saliva, “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t that a stupid question?” Feng Jun huffed dissatisfied, “I’m taking a bath… What’s the emergency?”
Xiao Tian opened her fingers and peered through them at him, “Aren’t you cold in this weather?”
The villa’s air conditioning was fully on, but it still couldn’t keep out the piercing chill. She was wearing a down jacket herself and still felt a bit shaky.
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“That’s too much,” Yang Yuxin’s voice came from the bed, and at once, the overhead light clicked on.
She was entirely cocooned in the blanket, only her head exposed, looking at the doorway with sleepy eyes, her face full of dissatisfaction, “Knocking on the door in the middle of night, asking us if we’re cold?”
Chastised, Xiao Tian’s thoughts finally snapped back to the correct track, “Director Yang, Zhu Yuefu is dead… he jumped off a building.”
Yang Yuxin’s reaction was somewhat slow, it took a while for her to come around, “Oh, he’s dead… by suicide?”
Xiao Tian hesitated before replying, “It doesn’t quite look like it, there’s a greater possibility it was homicide. Five people jumped off the building in total.”
“Five people jumped off a building…” Yang Yuxin suddenly fell silent, pondered for a moment before asking again, “At the Provincial Government Dormitory?”
“That’s… not the case,” Xiao Tian replied.
Yang Yuxin let out a sigh of relief; a string of five jumps at that location would’ve put tremendous pressure on her, “Alright, we know, dear, you wait… Let us get ready.”
Ten minutes later, Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin came out.
One was dressed in thick cotton pajamas, with still damp hair, while the other had put a down coat on over her pajamas, her feet in fluffy cotton slippers, but her calves were half-exposed, pale and delicate.
Adulterer and harlot! Xiao Tian cursed inwardly but showed no expression and recounted the news she had just received.
After thinking for a moment, Yang Yuxin looked puzzled, “You just said… Zhu Yuefu was found near the Provincial Government Dormitory, right?”
Being a straightforward woman, Xiao Tian blushed upon hearing this, “He somehow guessed that, so it was probably just… his mobile phone being placed there.”
Feng Jun couldn’t help but murmur, “Probably?”
“It can only be a probability,” Xiao Tian answered frankly, “What place is that? The Provincial Government Residence, we can only speculate, there’s no way to carry out an actual investigation.”
“That seems rather absurd,” Feng Jun shook his head disagreeing, “What you’re doing is for their own good.”
“You don’t need to say that, we all know,” Xiao Tian gave him a glare, “but the problem is… who will give the order?”
Feng realized well-functioning matters could unfortunately not be pursued due to no one willing to take responsibility.
“You’re not in the system, so it’s normal if you lack some understanding,” Yang Yuxin, seeing his low mood, spoke to comfort him, and then looked at Xiao Tian again, “How could Zhu Yuefu have ended up there?”
Xiao Tian hesitated before replying, “Based on preliminary investigations, Zhu Yuefu invited a monk to perform a ritual, trying to harm President Feng…”
The police could not be kept in the dark about this matter. There was a picture of Feng Jun and his personal horoscope in the Buddhist hall, and furthermore, the process of the ritual had been captured on surveillance video.
Feng Jun wanted to remove the evidence from the Buddhist hall, but that was definitely not enough; he would also need to go to the surveillance room and take the video footage.
Achieving these two things wasn’t very difficult, but he didn’t do so. Instead, he didn’t touch those items at all.
Because he realized that taking things wasn’t difficult, but he wasn’t sure how many people knew about it.
The monk’s ritual harmed someone, and that someone was the victim of a shooting incident—such matters couldn’t possibly be announced to everyone. However, Zhu Yuefu had made his stance clear at that time, and he had men on the floor below.
Moreover, Jiang Changjie was in his own home. Is it possible that his family knew nothing at all? Perhaps that’s unlikely.
Besides, when Zhu Yuefu invited Master Shimingxin to take action, could there have been intermediaries involved? Were there other people in the know?
Before performing the ritual, had Master Shimingxin boasted to others about subduing demons and vanquishing evil spirits?
There were too many unknown factors, and President Feng certainly couldn’t just eliminate all the potential witnesses just to be cautious.
Not to mention that he wasn’t that cruel in his actions, even if he were determined, he simply couldn’t be sure how many people were in the know.
Without even a list of names, what was the point of talking about containing the information? What difference would it make if one person slipped through the net as opposed to everyone?
So, he gave up the idea of erasing traces altogether.
If he couldn’t erase all traces completely, he might as well not bother at all, anyway it was someone else’s ritual harming him, not the other way around.
In fact, after the police viewed the security camera footage at Jiang Changjie’s house, they were utterly perplexed—the thin and small Taoist determined by Zhu Yuefu to be the thief, but regrettably, the video stopped there.
As for the Taoist, he vanished without a trace.
Some police suggested that they should consult with Feng Jun to find out what exactly happened. After all, Jiang Changjie also wore a Renda watch—how could his death be so unclear and unexplained?
This suggestion was countered by colleagues—indeed, Jiang Changjie’s death couldn’t be left unexplained, but could we go and ask President Feng without any clarity of the situation?
What wrong had President Feng done? Just because he was targeted by a ritual, does that make him at fault? That isn’t logical at all.
At the end of the day, it still came down to one thing—to investigate President Feng? Sure, but without evidence or basis… Who would issue such an order?
This night passed amidst the relentless efforts of the police force.
Yang Yuxin slept soundly. Ever since Xiao Tian woke her up in her dreams, the two of them had been openly involved, and she went straight to Feng Jun’s room to sleep.
In the cold night, having a warm embrace to snuggle into was a feeling she’d long forgotten, and the shadows cast by the shooting vanished like smoke.
Even in the latter part of the night, the two exchanged profound insights, deepening their understanding of each other.
Waking up, the day was already dawning dimly, and the rain outside rustled as it continued to fall.
Lying in the warm bed, curled up in a warm embrace, feeling the hot breath at her ear, she wished that this moment… would last forever.
However, unfortunately, she eventually had to return to reality, leave the layers of warmth behind, and face the chilly current situation.
After getting up, the two did not appear particularly intimate; instead, they kept an appropriate distance as usual.
President Feng thought of it as a night’s folly. She lacked a sense of security, so he comforted her, it was just that simple.
Of course, there were also some tactical factors involved—after all, he needed to create an alibi for himself.
Whilst Yang Yuxin knew that there was no future for them. This one night’s memory was enough for her to reminisce for a long time.
The drizzly rain continued, and today marked the end of the year, with a new year just around the corner.
According to their plans, they could still tour around Jin City today. Here, the continuous winter rain is all too common and doesn’t disrupt people’s daily lives much.
However, yesterday’s shooting incident left neither of them in the mood to tour, and Xiao Tian suggested that a walk around would suffice.
In reality, her colleagues had already protested—ah, Tian, can these two give it a break? Following the theft worth tens of millions, the shocking Jin City shooting, and then the case of five people jumping from a building…
Even our capable police can’t endure such shocks.
So, the trio discussed and decided to take a stroll nearby, and then find a suitable spot for a hot pot picnic.
By the time they left, it was nine o’clock. The three of them didn’t drive; they just walked, as the resort was quite large.
However, less than ten minutes after they left, Yang Yuxin’s mobile phone rang again.
The caller was a local number ending in four sixes. She hesitated for a moment, then decided to answer the call from this number.
As soon as she picked up, a sycophantic male voice came through, “Ah, hello. May I speak with Director Yang? I’m really sorry for calling out of the blue, but I’ve recently collected some coins and would like you to appraise them.”
Undoubtedly, this person went through considerable effort, even figuring out that Yang Yuxin liked antique coins.
Yang Yuxin hesitated, then spoke in a deep voice, “You’ve got the wrong number.”
(Updates scheduled. Tonight a few freeloading guests are coming, I need to host them, and tomorrow I must accompany my elderly father. But the two owed updates for this month will be made up without fail. Now the monthly tickets are dropping rapidly; does anyone still have monthly tickets left to cast?)
