95: Chapter 95 Are there really things in this world that science can't explain?

Hearing the four words "longevity technique," Su Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.

Right now, relying on merit points to exchange for lifespan is treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

If he could completely cure this cancer, then he would truly be free from worry.

"Sister Hong..."

Su Yun walked to the window, looking at the pitch-black night outside, his fingers tapping lightly on the windowsill.

He naturally knew this name.

For the past two days, the news has been flooded with reports of the police raiding an abandoned pier only to come up empty-handed.

That is an extremely cunning and cruel human trafficking group.

To deal with such desperate criminals, relying solely on himself definitely wouldn't work.

He wasn't Superman, and he didn't have bulletproof skin. If he really went head-to-head, a volley of bullets from them would leave him done for.

This matter still had to rely on the police.

To be precise, it had to rely on that stubborn-as-a-mule Lei Dapao.

A playful smile curled the corners of Su Yun's mouth.

He could, of course, call the police directly and calculate Sister Hong's location to tell them.

But that would be too demeaning.

Things offered too readily are never valued.

Moreover, if it were something too easily obtained, someone like Lei Dapao wouldn't cherish it, and he might even suspect that Su Yun had some ulterior motive.

He must make him beg for his help.

"Captain Lei, I don't believe you can hold back."

Su Yun stretched, yawned, and climbed into bed.

Sleep.

Rest up, and tomorrow wait for that old tsundere to come to his door and deliver merit points.

...

Municipal Bureau Criminal Investigation Detachment.

Lei Dapao was still stubbornly battling that pile of case files.

Although the words in the group chat were harsh, one point definitely hit his weak spot.

Those blue-background, white-text notices were issued by his own hand.

He knew better than anyone that the role Su Yun played in these few cases was decisive.

"Could it be that in this world, there really are things that science cannot explain?"

Lei Dapao sighed, took out the last cigarette from the pack, and lit it with a lighter he had just swiped from the desk next to him.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze fell upon the huge map of the city on the wall.

It was densely covered with small flags of various colors.

The red flags represented the disappearance locations of the victims in the recent major human trafficking case.

There were seven in total.

Lei Dapao stared at those seven red dots for a long time.

Suddenly.

He stood up abruptly, walked quickly to the map, and traced a line following the order of the seven points.

One line, two lines...

When the last line was connected, the cigarette butt in Lei Dapao's hand fell to the floor, burning a hole in the carpet.

That is... The Big Dipper!

Connecting these seven disappearance locations actually formed a standard Big Dipper ladle shape!

Moreover, the direction the ladle handle pointed to was directly facing the large mountain in the north of the city.

"What the..."

Lei Dapao felt his throat go dry.

In his past investigations, he relied on criminal psychology and behavioral trajectory analysis.

When suspects chose crime locations, they usually considered concealment, escape routes, surveillance blind spots, and so on.

He had never heard of any criminal who grabbed people according to a constellation map!

But this shape was too standard, so standard that it was impossible to believe it was a coincidence.

Lei Dapao stepped back two paces and plopped into his chair, which let out an overwhelmed creak.

Outside the window, a bolt of lightning tore through the night sky.

Immediately after, with a loud "boom," thunder rolled in.

A rainstorm was coming.

Lei Dapao looked at the dark clouds outside the window, and his heart felt as if it were being pressed by a heavy stone.

What exactly did that Sister Hong want to do?

Could this be some kind of cult ritual?

If that was really the case, then conventional criminal investigation methods were probably not enough.

Lei Dapao looked down at his phone screen.

The avatar of that "Righteous Passerby" was still foolishly grinning there.

He gritted his teeth, as if he had made some major decision.

"Fine."

"Su Yun, right."

"If there's still no clue tomorrow..."

Lei Dapao ripped down the map marked with the Big Dipper and slammed it hard onto the table.

"I'll believe your nonsense just this once!"

This night, Lei Dapao was destined to be sleepless.

And the Master Su he was thinking about was dreaming of counting merit points, laughing so hard that drool was flowing out.

...

The next day, early morning.

Su Yun opened his eyes abruptly and stretched.

His joints immediately let out a series of crisp pops like popping beans; the sound was incredibly satisfying.

Walking to the full-length mirror, Su Yun took off his pajamas, looked at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but whistle.

"Whoa, whose handsome guy is this?"

The young man in the mirror had a healthy rosiness beneath his pale skin.

The most outrageous part was his abdomen.

Now, a few muscle lines were faintly appearing.

Although it hadn't reached the level of a washboard, it could definitely be considered lean and strong.

Su Yun clenched his fists, feeling so energetic that he wanted to go downstairs and run five kilometers.

"Anything produced by the system is a masterpiece."

Su Yun gave the system a thumbs-up in his heart.

This Ghost Valley Medical Arts combined with merit points had an effect even more potent than the elixir of the Supreme Old Lord.

Although the ticking time bomb of pancreatic cancer hadn't been completely defused, at least with his current physical fitness, taking on two strong adult men shouldn't be a problem.

Even his hearing had become somewhat abnormal.

Through the thick glass window, he could hear the crickets chirping in the grass downstairs, as well as the sound of a couple arguing and smashing plates in the building next door.

"If I go eavesdropping in the future, won't I get it right every time?"

Su Yun shook his head, cast this lewd thought out of his mind, put on a loose tracksuit, and pushed the door open to go downstairs.

...

Jinxiu Jiangnan lived up to its name as a high-end residential area; the landscaping was done just like a botanical garden.

Su Yun jogged along the artificial lake, breathing in the fresh air with the scent of damp earth, feeling like he had come back to life.

When he jogged to the small garden in the center of the residential area, a large crowd was gathered in front, blocking the pavilion completely.

From time to time, sighs and cheers came from the crowd.

Su Yun was never one to join in the fun, but today he was in a good mood, and coupled with the damn sharp hearing of this body, he could hear the conversation inside from far away.

"Old Chen, you're done for this round!"

"That horse jump was terrible! Absolutely terrible!"

"Checkmate! Haha, Old Chen, you're definitely treating me to morning tea today!"

Su Yun paused and, as if possessed, squeezed in.

On the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, a Xiangqi board was set up.

Sitting facing north was an old man wearing a Tang suit, with graying hair and a spirited look, but right now he was frowning, holding a chess piece in his hand, sweating profusely.

This old man looked familiar.

Su Yun remembered; this was Old Chen, who often strolled around the residential area. It was said he was a retired veteran cadre, and he was usually followed by a man in a black suit with a crew cut.

Sitting opposite him was an old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, crossing his legs and looking smug.

"Old Chen, don't struggle anymore, surrender and lose half."

The Mediterranean-haired old man slapped the "Chariot" piece in his hand loudly, "With my double-chariot trap, even a deity couldn't save you!"

The onlookers around them also shook their heads one after another.

"The situation is truly dead."

"Old Chen made a wrong move; he shouldn't have been greedy for that cannon earlier."

"It's hopeless, it's hopeless, let's disperse."