Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 136 - 134: Checking the Water Meter

Chapter 136: Chapter 134: Checking the Water Meter

Two days ago, a chat pop-up suddenly appeared online. The person on the other end told him that they would make his job more interesting.

At first, he thought he’d been targeted by the cyber police and nearly took off. But later he found out the person’s skills far surpassed his, and they bore him no malice.

Over the past couple of days, he occasionally chatted with that person. Song Lianqing even found them quite intriguing and considered turning them into a downstream, offering three cents per comment...

But their exchanges were limited to casual chats because Song Lianqing was somewhat afraid of that person.

Conversing with that person made Song Lianqing feel like he was being watched, and the little tidbits the person let slip seemed almost inhuman.

So, Song Lianqing didn’t dare to engage in any deeper conversation with them.

Suddenly, a knock came at his door. It was Wen Wen.

"Who is it?" Song Lianqing asked irritably.

"Water meter checker," Wen Wen casually replied.

"...There’s no water meter inside. It’s outside," Song Lianqing realized something was off.

"Then I’m checking the electricity meter!"

"Actually, the electricity meter is outside too."

While responding, Song Lianqing quickly dressed, grabbed his valuables, and prepared to escape through the back door.

"Hmm... then some old lady downstairs reported you for pornography. Let me in, anyway," Wen Wen said without much conviction.

Song Lianqing also knew that he wasn’t up to any good, so he always maintained a sense of crisis.

Even when buying a house, he’d bought two adjacent ones, knocked through the middle, so he could escape through the other door if anything went wrong.

"I shouldn’t make my life like a crime thriller just to make some quick cash. When did the cyber police get so skilled? I hadn’t even realized I was found," he thought.

Just as Song Lianqing was about to head to the back door, a loud bang resounded. A clear shoe print appeared on his security door, which had been kicked out of shape!

"This isn’t a crime thriller; it’s a horror movie!"

Outside, Wen Wen clicked his tongue. Song Lianqing’s door was unexpectedly sturdy.

"Weird, in crime thrillers ordinary cops can kick down security doors with their feet. I’m so awesome and even I can’t. Could this be custom-made?"

"Oh, I see. The doors in crime thrillers open inwards, but this security door opens outwards..."

Then Wen Wen clenched his fist and threw a few punches at the joint between the door and the wall, and he actually managed to dismantle the iron door!

Meanwhile, Song Lianqing hadn’t even made it to the back door!

"Hehe, you must be up to something naughty, otherwise why run?"

Moments later, Song Lianqing was tied up with rope, hanging upside down like a dried salted fish.

That’s right, in the same position as when Tao Qingqing was bound.

"If you’re chasing me, how can I not run?" Song Lianqing said, on the verge of tears.

"Nonsense. If you didn’t run, how could I chase?" Wen Wen flicked Song Lianqing’s head, the force enough to shatter a glass.

This time Song Lianqing didn’t dare to retort, but still felt wronged. Anyone would run if you start dismantling doors upon arrival, right?

"I want to ask you, do you recognize this person?" Wen Wen took out a photo of Yan Biqing to show Song Lianqing.

"I don’t know this person, I’m telling the truth."

After seeing Yan Biqing’s photo, Song Lianqing’s eyes lit up. It seemed Wen Wen wasn’t there to delve into his online activities. As long as he cooperated nicely, he should be fine.

"Have you done any despicable things recently?" Wen Wen continued to ask.

"No, no, I’m a really good citizen," Song Lianqing said with a forced smile.

Wen Wen’s mouth corners dropped sharply as he glared at Song Lianqing, "You’re not being good. I need to teach you a lesson."

He opened the black briefcase and took out two cans from inside, one was a dark red color, and the other was a somewhat yellowish liquid.

"One can is period blood, and the other is boy’s urine—they’ve probably been sitting for a while. Choose one to drink," Wen Wen said with a dead-fish eye.

These two cans had been prepared by Wen Wen initially to deal with Qin Shuang, but he never got the chance to use them. Ever since he got the black briefcase, he had been storing them.

If these two things had an expiration date, they were certainly past it.

Continuing to keep them was useless, so he might as well put them to waste here.

Song Lianqing wore an expression of terror. Why did this guy carry such things with him, he must be a pervert!

Then Wen Wen continued to take out items from the suitcase, candles, whips, and so on, causing Song Lianqing’s eyes to twitch uncontrollably.

"I say... I have always taken money to control public opinion, and a few days ago, there was a..."

Before Wen Wen could lay a hand on him, Song Lianqing began to confess all the despicable things he’d done like bamboo tubes spilling beans.

What chilled his heart, though, was the fact that Wen Wen’s action of fiddling with those objects never stopped...

...

In the stairwell, the muscular, bald You Han in a pink sweater was carrying Ding Mingguang, who was as thin as a little chick, and climbing the stairs swiftly.

After Ding Mingguang reported the matter to Lin Zheyuan, Lin Zheyuan ordered You Han and Ding Mingguang to jointly capture this person.

Because this person would certainly become an important clue in capturing Yan Biqing.

When they reached the door, Ding Mingguang’s expression darkened as he noticed the security door was taken off and placed in the hallway. Was someone attacking this guy?

Then the clue would be gone!

"Be careful, there might be enemies inside!" Ding Mingguang warned.

Upon hearing this, You Han’s muscles bulged, and his speed increased significantly as he ran straight into the room.

However, upon seeing the scene inside the room, he switched off his combat mode.

Song Lianqing was lying disheveled on the table with vacant eyes and drool flowing from his mouth, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

Don’t misunderstand, Wen Wen didn’t assault him; he just played him broken.

Okay, the two meanings are almost the same.

Wen Wen straightened his clothes, pointed to his head, and said to You Han, "He has all the information in my head. As the discoverer of this lead, I demand to be involved in the encirclement operation against Yan Biqing."

"What’s wrong with him?"

"Nothing much, I just fed him some tonics, and I guess he won’t recover for a while," Wen Wen said with a covered laugh, expressing his enjoyment of the recent pastime.

If it hadn’t been for Lin Zheyuan and his team who would definitely investigate this guy, Wen Wen would have wanted to send Song Lianqing to the Sanctuary to become a prison guard. This tender-skinned Little White Face would surely be to Hu Youling’s liking.

"If you have any questions, just ask me," Wen Wen boasted, patting his chest.

"No need to ask you... I have this, and it’s enough," Ding Mingguang said, walking straight to Song Lianqing’s computer, placing his hand on top of it, and the computer turned on automatically.

An animated monkey appeared on the screen, hands on its forehead, looking around as if searching for something.

This was Ding Mingguang’s ability, Programmer Ape!

"Tch, and you say your ability isn’t monkey-related, but I can see its very essence; you have nothing left to argue!" Wen Wen pointed at the monkey and exclaimed.

"It’s an ape, not a monkey..."

Ding Mingguang covered his forehead, finding conversing with Wen Wen somewhat exhausting, "There are traces of his activities on this. Just give me some time, and I’ll be sure to catch him!"

"This time, I’ve caught your tail, teacher!"