Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Bunches of keys jingled in the middle-aged man's hands. Lu Mingfei followed him through the long corridor. On one side of the corridor were severely oxidized iron window frames and window glass covered with layers of rotten newspapers. Looking out through the gaps in the peeling newspapers, one could only see endless weeds.

Passing through the gray-white three-story building, you can reach the employee dormitory of the Huana Group. No one has lived here for many years. Even wild cats don’t come here to hang around, making it look extremely desolate.

"Speaking of which, when Lao Chu first came to work at Media Asia Group, I was the one who drove to the station to pick him up." The middle-aged man surnamed Liu said, "It was a weekend, and it was drizzling in the evening. When Lao Chu came, he was carrying a large silver suitcase and wearing a high-end suit he bought when he worked at the tax bureau. He was also wearing a bow tie. He was as sexy as he could be. With such good looks, it's no wonder he was able to marry such a beautiful dancer."

The corridor was barely clean, without any clutter. Only occasionally could one or two dusty shoes be seen sunk in the dried-up water and mud, with only half of them sticking out. They looked so dusty that it looked like a centipede would crawl out of them at any moment.

"Do you still know Aunt Su?" Lu Mingfei chatted idly.

"Of course I know her. How could I not know her? The Silk Road Flower Rain back then really caused a sensation in the city. I heard that several heirs of large groups wanted to get close to and marry that little girl named Su Xiaoyan. I didn't expect that she was deceived by Old Chu." said the middle-aged man.

At the end of the corridor were stairs going up and down, and Lu Mingfei subconsciously raised his foot.

"Downstairs." The middle-aged man called him.

“Down there?” Lu Mingfei looked at the stairs going down in confusion. “In an industrial park of that era, even the first or second floor underground of a dormitory building should be a place like a warehouse for raw materials, right?”

"Yes, it's the air-conditioning room. The air-conditioning rooms in this workshop are all placed down here. There is also a part of the area used as a temporary warehouse. Sometimes the lubricating oil and copper materials bought from outside are not enough to be piled up, so they are placed down there, so the smell is not very pleasant." The middle-aged man said, "Because it is underground, there are only a few small windows to see the outside, just like being in prison. When the factory is running, the noise of the air conditioner running at full power is terrifying, and there is a smell of kerosene. We are all reluctant to go down, but Lao Chu looks like a guy with a new mind, but he is very hardworking and has lived in this place for several years."

“Have you ever thought about moving to the dormitory upstairs?” Lu Mingfei didn’t care whether it was dirty or not. He lit the light with his mobile phone and walked downstairs.

"We talked to him several times, and the boss said he would rent a house for him and he wouldn't have to pay for it, the money would be paid from the company account. But Lao Chu said he wanted to save some money for his son's marriage, so he always asked the boss to give him a raise and put the rent money into his salary card."

Lu Mingfei frowned and went down to the second underground floor. It was so quiet as if this place was isolated from the whole world. The air was filled with the smell of dry dust. Even the kerosene had naturally evaporated over the years. The air-conditioning compressor had not been run for a long time due to shutdown. In the corner were large bearing shafts and mold pressure heads that had been dismantled for repair.

It’s hard to imagine that the man lived in obscurity in a place like this for so many years.

Chu Tianjiao's bloodline is S-level, the same level as Ange, but when he enrolled, he was hidden by the academy like most of the high-risk word spirit owners. His bloodline was announced to the outside world, but his treatment and authority were not reduced.

Even ordinary C-level hybrids can thrive in human society. If they enter Wall Street, they can become the emerging Wall Street Wolf and use capital as a weapon to stir up whirlpools in the financial field. If they set foot in Silicon Valley, they can become super masters in the chip industry or IT industry and easily get offers with annual salaries of one million. S-level hybrids like Chu Tianjiao should be heroes who enjoy life all over the world and only take up their swords to fight demons when evil dragons leave their nests. How could they be willing to bury their youth in such a place?
What kind of mission had to hide his identity? What kind of mission even made the powerful man who was equivalent to the youthful Hilbert Jean Ange unable to take care of his wife and children? With Chu Tianjiao's ability, he could easily build a huge business empire in this city even if he started from scratch, right? He could have disguised himself as a businessman, a politician, or a successful person who returned from studying abroad, but he just confirmed his identity as a driver and worked his way up from the tax bureau to Media Asia Group.

“I remember you said Uncle Chu used to work in the tax bureau?” Lu Mingfei’s heart moved.

"Yes, I also drive for the leader. It's a leisurely and clean job. The salary is a bit low, but the benefits are good." The middle-aged man sighed.

Lu Mingfei walked with his head down. The building was so quiet that it seemed that only their footsteps could be heard.

"About when did he come to work at Media Asia Group?" he asked after a few seconds.

"I came here in 03 or 04. It's been so many years. I really can't remember."

The city's tax bureau uncovered a major case in 03, which resulted in many leaders stepping down and implicated a number of clerks and section chiefs. My uncle Lu Gucheng left the tax bureau around 04 to work outside. In the first two years after he was released, he also spent time in the south of the city, doing fruit wholesale and specializing in the Nanshan Industrial Park business.

Later in 06, my uncle decided that he couldn't make much money from fruit wholesale, so he opened a foot bath business. Unexpectedly, the business became unstoppable, and in just three years he created such a big business for himself.

"We're here. This is the room." The middle-aged man's voice interrupted Lu Mingfei's thoughts. They stopped in front of a door covered with iron sheets. He inserted the key into the keyhole and tried for a long time before finally opening the door. It seemed that the lock core was rusted.

"You said Chu Zihang has been here before?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, I cleaned up the room a bit. Otherwise, it would be a mess and you couldn't even put your feet in it." The middle-aged man nodded. "Old Chu didn't leave anything meaningful. The kid just took the scabbard of the craft."

So this is how Murasame's scabbard came from...

There was a vague suspicion in his mind that he was unwilling to admit. Lu Mingfei stood at the door with a frown and looked inside. At this time, a still very bright incandescent lamp was lit with a crackling sound at the angle between the wall and the ceiling just above the door frame.

"Old Chu didn't have many personal belongings, and his son took some away. I guess it's hard for you, Manager Zhang, to find anything meaningful to take back." The middle-aged man sighed, "How could such a good person just disappear like that?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment before he realized that Manager Zhang was talking about him. He was no longer called Lu Mingfei but Zhang Facai, and the princess was no longer called Ling but Jiang Ling. Eiry was Zhang Facai's sister. According to the aesthetic taste of the parents who could come up with this name, she should be called a country name like Zhang Cuihua.

He was too weak to complain, so he could only hold his forehead and say, "Can I take a look inside..."

"Of course, I'll wait for you by the stairs to smoke a cigarette. Smoking was not allowed downstairs before, and who knows if there is still a risk of explosion now..." The middle-aged man also looked relieved.

The door was closed behind Lu Mingfei, but he suddenly realized that all the capillaries in his body were contracting. At the moment the door closed, it was like winter was coming, and a sense of crisis like a thorn in the back filled the space.

Lu Mingfei quietly activated the dragon bone state. His five senses were strengthened to the limit of a hybrid as his blood burst was activated. He could hear all the sounds in this building and even those near it.

There was no sound of rain or thunder, only the wind and the banging of the rusty iron door against each other.

He breathed a sigh of relief. This city might be the foundation that Odin used to build the Nibelung, but even here a medium was needed to connect the Nibelung with reality. Water was the most suitable gate from the land of the dead to the land of the living.

The absence of rain meant that the gods were not coming to bring the Nibelung.

Could it be that this was a decapitation master who could put himself into stealth mode? Similar words were not uncommon, as ghosts, time zero, and dark light could all do it.

If they are really the beheaders, it means that the academy has already obtained their movements and has locked onto the city. Lu Mingfei's subsequent actions will be subject to many unnecessary obstacles.

It is difficult to say which situation is worse, facing the secret party or facing Odin, but now that things are finally showing some signs of progress, Lu Mingfei has no intention of backing down from here.

He paced cautiously in the closed room that was only covered with a layer of cement, the lust in his sleeves ready to slip into his hands at any time, while carefully observing the surrounding environment.

Unexpectedly, the room was quite clean. Apart from a slight smell of dust, the air was actually fresher than the corridor outside.

A double bed was placed against the wall opposite the door. A thick layer of dust fell on the gray-white coverlet. A second-hand mahogany wardrobe with peeling paint stood in a corner of the room. One of its corners was broken off and it was propped up by two bricks, making one side higher than the other. In the other corner was an old-fashioned double-door refrigerator. The Haier Brothers logo could be vaguely seen on the refrigerator. In addition, there were densely packed sticky notes on it, one stacked on top of the other, like fallen leaves brushed off on it.

There were very few things and it was not messy. There was not even any extra garbage like instant noodle buckets or cigarette boxes. The bedding in one corner of the double bed was neatly folded, and the pillow with the pillowcase removed was placed on top of the bedding. Lu Mingfei circled around the bed.

As soon as he walked into the room, he felt something was wrong. Although it was clean, it was too clean and did not look like someone lived there.

Although Chu Zihang had visited here before, his senior brother was so rigorous that he probably wouldn't mess with the layout of the room. He might even specifically instruct the office director not to touch anything inside.

Chu Zihang is the kind of person who holds his breath.

Things that he cannot do now will definitely be left for later completion. The truth that he cannot find out now will definitely be revealed clearly even if it takes him five or ten years.

He used to think that his father was an irresponsible guy. He married his mother and gave birth to him, but he had no ambition, did not save much money, and abandoned his wife and children to others. But the night he met Odin on the elevated road, Chu Tianjiao completely overturned his image in Chu Zihang's mind.

After that night, the image of his father became taller and more majestic in Chu Zihang's eyes. A mysterious aura shrouded Chu Tianjiao and what he did.

Maybe this man carried a long knife with him every day, waiting for the coming of death, so he might have left some clues in this room, but Chu Zihang couldn't find them at that time. Based on this speculation, Chu Zihang would definitely not destroy the layout of this room.

Lu Mingfei sat down on the double bed that once belonged to Chu Tianjiao. His fingers slowly stroked every corner of the mattress, as if he wanted to know the body shape and height of the man who once slept on it.

The mattress that appears in such a place is obviously not a high-quality product. If a person lies on it for years, the springs will inevitably wear out. From this, it is easy to judge how heavy and tall the person who has slept here is.

But just a few seconds later, Lu Mingfei's face immediately turned gloomy.

Logically speaking, everyone has their own habits when sleeping, either lying on their side or lying flat, or sleeping in a certain area of ​​the bed, so this inexpensive mattress should have a dent.

But it seemed to be no different from when it was first bought, except that Lu Mingfei felt slight dents at the very edges of both sides of the mattress. It didn't look like someone had slept there, but rather like marks left by fingers pressing hard.

He stood up slowly and gazed down at the double bed.

No wonder as soon as I walked into this room I felt it didn't look like it had ever been lived in. Even the most careful person wouldn't leave even a little bit of garbage behind.

This is basically an empty room.

Chu Tianjiao may have been here, but he has never lived here.

The clue seemed to end here. Lu Mingfei sighed, turned around, opened the door and prepared to leave, but when his hand grasped the door handle, his whole body suddenly shook violently.

Wait, there seems to be some detail that he overlooked.

It was indeed extremely clean here. There wasn't even a speck of rat droppings to be found, nor were there any traces of bats. But in the same building, any other room would have evidence of rat infestation after being left without human habitation.

Something was stopping them from getting close to here.

Dragon blood. Any creature on earth is afraid of dragon blood, just like goats are afraid of tigers.

Lu Mingfei locked the door from the inside, then returned to the double bed and placed his hands on the marks on the mattress he had just found.

With a little force, this simple bed with a steel frame structure was completely lifted up.

Below is a cement floor that is no different from the surrounding area.

But a smile appeared on Lu Mingfei's face.

Lust slid into his palm and he tapped the tile with the handle of the knife.

A hollow sound came from beneath the concrete floor.

It is empty indeed.

There is a secret room down here.

"If I were you, I wouldn't break in. That guy left a lot of traps in his lair." A girl's voice sounded behind him.

The next moment, a cold light flashed in his face. Lu Mingfei grabbed a button, pulled it off, and extinguished the incandescent lamp. Then, a strip of cloth wrapped in lust fell to the ground, and the short arc knife made a sharp hissing sound in the narrow space.

"Please spare my life!" The girl lowered her voice and quickly retreated.

"who are you?"

"I'm your senior sister!"

In the darkness, Lu Mingfei's pupils were as flickering as will-o'-the-wisp, but he just couldn't touch the guy who suddenly appeared behind him.

"Bullshit! My senior sister isn't as sneaky as you!" He growled, "Get out!"

The power of the King of Earth and Mountains was activated, and the concrete ground undulated like waves, immediately shaking out the girl hiding in the shadows.

Lu Mingfei grabbed her neck and used the blade of the knife to reflect the pupil light to illuminate the girl's cheek.

He saw who was coming at a glance, shuddered all over, and loosened his fingers as if he had been electrocuted.

"Senior? Are you a human or a ghost?!" Lu Mingfei was stunned. (End of this chapter)