Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 933 - 928 Clues Four

Chapter 933: Chapter 928 Clues Four

Wen Shenmin’s eyes were wide open, with no other wounds on his body, only the centers of his palms and the tops of his feet, along with his throat, were completely nailed down by five long nails.

The blood seemed to have been flowing for quite a while. Some areas had already dried up and scabbed over.

Wen Shenmin’s whole body twitched intermittently, with breaths continuously escaping his throat.

In fact, he was already dead; it was just the final muscle and nerve reflexes of his body functions.

Yang Songyu’s body trembled; she was extremely scared, wanting to escape this ghostly place. But she knew clearly that this space was isolated from the outside world; without breaking out of here, she couldn’t truly leave.

"Teacher..."

She suppressed her fear and gently touched Wen Shenmin.

But unsurprisingly, with his throat nailed down and having lost so much blood, any normal person would be dead.

"Did someone else come in?"

Suddenly, a clear yet tired female voice sounded behind Yang Songyu.

"Who!!?" Yang Songyu turned abruptly. She was like a frightened bird right now, ready to jump at the slightest noise.

A short-haired woman, dressed sharply with white bandages wrapped around her hands, was standing a few meters behind her.

The woman had neat brown short hair, wearing a white shirt and black jacket, along with tight-fitting light white high-waisted jeans that accentuated her long legs. On both sides of her calves were two knives resembling kitchen cleavers.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m a survivor just like you here." The woman smiled bitterly, extending her hands to press down, trying to calm Yang Songyu slightly.

Yang Songyu stared at her intensely.

Sharply lowering her hand wrapped in silver metal.

Suddenly, she hung her head down abruptly, gasping huge breaths. Sweat trickled down her temples and chin, dripping continuously to the ground.

"This is the Third Layer; after someone dies, nothing should happen in a short time—it’s relatively safe."

The woman’s tone was full of fatigue and helplessness.

She slowly walked to Yang Songyu’s side, directly sitting down on the ground, ignoring Wen Shenmin’s corpse lying on the bed.

"Was he an Original Energy User?"

"Mm..."

Yang Songyu nodded gently. Her pupils were tightly constricted, and her whole being was in a tense state.

Even if this woman appeared harmless, seemingly a survivor like herself, she wouldn’t easily let her guard down.

"My name is Enna. I’ve been here for quite some time now." The woman didn’t look ugly; among ordinary people, she could score around sixty points, but her face was now covered with bloodstains, making her look particularly bedraggled, like a refugee.

"We’ve only been here for less than two hours..." Yang Songyu took a deep breath, struggling to calm herself down.

With Teacher Wen dead, Enzo probably shared a similar fate. In such a desperate situation, she didn’t even know what she was facing.

And she was just an ordinary future Original Energy User who hadn’t graduated yet.

"That’s not bad."

Enna forced a smile.

"As long as you don’t disobey its orders, surviving here is quite easy."

Her smile was quite forced, as if she were pulling up her lips to comfort someone, having lived in long-term fear.

"It? Who is it? Are we safe now?"

Yang Songyu couldn’t help but ask softly.

"It’s the safe time right now, no need to worry." Enna confirmed her suspicion.

"As for it...we can meet somewhere outside and discuss it in detail."

"Outside? What do you mean?"

Yang Songyu was slightly stunned.

"Just as it sounds."

Enna took off the two cleavers from her leg and threw them to the ground beside her.

"These won’t be needed. It’s probably because of the accident you guys caused that the safe time started early.

We’re about to leave; pay attention. My phone number is 24461562. If you’re in an outside area, remember to add 0 in front."

"Wait, you...." Yang Songyu didn’t finish speaking before everything spun around her suddenly.

Everything in front of her seemed to mix and blend together like countless colors being stirred.

The endless lines of colors and patterns made her dizzy, forcing her to close her eyes tightly.

"Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu??"

Someone seemed to be pushing her.

Yang Songyu suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She was standing right in front of the main gate of the Source Energy Bureau of Eternal Star City.

Wen Shenmin and Enzo were right in front of her, both looking at her with strange expressions.

"What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well, Xiaoyu?"

Wen Shenmin asked quietly.

Yang Songyu suddenly came back to her senses, looking at Wen Shenmin with wide eyes.

He...wasn’t he dead?!

And Enzo!

She looked intently at the timid boy, scaring him so much with her fiery glare that he shuddered.

"Sister Xiaoyu...why are you looking at me like that?"

Enzo shrank his body, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"No...nothing, it’s fine." Yang Songyu paused for a moment and suddenly said something unexplained.

"Are you really okay, Xiaoyu?" Wen Shenmin’s brow furrowed again as he repeated his question.

"I’m really fine." Yang Songyu forced a weak smile.

But everything she had just experienced seemed vividly in her mind, real beyond imagination.

She could still clearly remember the phone number Enna had given her.

That number seemed etched in her mind, impossible to forget.

"It’s fine then. After we patrolled the suspicious places last night, you’ve been in a daze. Did you not rest well? If you think it might affect your work tasks, you need to mention it in advance."

Wen Shenmin advised.

It seemed he was the original Wen Shenmin, not someone else impersonating him.

No matter his tone, attitude, or some of the small details and gestures on him. It all indicates that he is indeed himself.

Similarly, Enzo on the side is the same, completely himself.

Yang Songyu asked him about a few past incidents, and he responded fluently.

This made her slightly relieved.

Upon entering the Source Energy Bureau, aside from the Original Energy Envoy and assistants, the rest are logistics and intelligence personnel.

And the annual budget allocated here is about the same as that of the police department.

Good benefits, easy work, high social status—such a job is what almost everyone would dream of joining.

Soon, after Yang Songyu and Wen Shenmin parted ways, she directly sat at her desk, absentmindedly flipping through some intelligence documents placed there.

Looking at the desk phone, with its white, somewhat yellowed dial pad, the numbers on it clearly displayed.

Yang Songyu suddenly recalled that string of numbers she remembered.

In a moment ruled by impulse, she picked up the receiver, hesitated for a moment.

Her finger gently pressed the memory of those numbers.

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It’s dawn.

Lin Xin stood at the supermarket entrance, inexplicably staring at the piece of paper in his hand.

Just moments ago, he was happily demolishing the load-bearing walls of the strange supermarket.

The next moment, he was directly transported to daylight, at the supermarket entrance.

The surrounding noise was overwhelming, with a constant flow of people entering and exiting the supermarket.

The blazing, dazzling sunlight shone down from overhead. From night to day, without the slightest sense of discord.

"Is this... being expelled?"

His mood was somewhat unpleasant.

He originally planned to smash and destroy all the way to the Third Layer, hoping to discover some anomalies and truths.

But now, the opposition directly expelled him. Catching clues next time won’t be so easy.

"However... ready-made clues still exist."

Lin Xin raised his head, glanced at the name of the large supermarket in front of him.

’Red Home’

That’s the supermarket’s name.

Lin Xin carefully observed and scrutinized the entire supermarket entrance.

He walked around this three-story old building.

Behind the building, near the edge of a residential area’s security office. Very soon, he found a place that might know clues.

Inside the security office, an old man with a wrinkled face and a bald head, dressed in a security uniform, was attentively adjusting the channels on a radio.

The radio seemed to have a volume problem.

From time to time, he would lean in to listen closely.

Lin Xin glanced at the yellow mark between the old man’s fingers, turned and went to the nearby shop to buy a pack of Plum Blossom cigarettes.

He directly walked to the security office’s door, gently knocked on it.

"Something up, young man?"

The old man’s hearing was still sharp, he turned to look at Lin Xin.

"Excuse me, sir. I have a question. It’s about this Red Home supermarket."

Lin Xin gently pushed the Plum Blossom cigarettes he bought to the edge of the table beside the old man.

The old man glanced at the cigarettes, his expression slightly softened with patience.

"What do you want to know, ask away, I am Old Jiang, I’ve been guarding here for forty years, I know quite a bit about both big and small matters around here.

Asking for information, you’ve come to the right person!"

Lin Xin smiled innocently.

"It’s like this, sir, I want to ask if anything major has happened before at this Red Home supermarket?"

"Major events?"

"Hmm, like homicides, accidents, major incidents." Lin Xin narrowed down the scope.

"Oh, this one huh. Many have asked me about this before." The old man smacked his lips, "This Red Home was built by an out-of-town boss, business started well but later something happened. The boss couldn’t handle it and couldn’t continue the business, so he sold it to others.

The new owner did some renovations, turned it into the way it is now, and business gradually picked up."

"An incident? What kind of incident?"

Lin Xin pursued further.

"A lawsuit over a human life."

The old man lazily replied.

"Can you tell me what kind of lawsuit it was?" Lin Xin sensed there was something to uncover here.

The old man glanced at him.

"I heard a child died inside, but I don’t know the specifics, many people came at that time.

Police, people in white uniforms, people in black uniforms, miscellaneous, there were also many media present, but strangely, with so many media outlets, not a single news report came out."

"Is that so?" Lin Xin shifted angles, asking the old man if there were any other major incidents.

The old man confidently confirmed there was only this one incident that counted as a major event involving a human life.

This left Lin Xin puzzled.

If it’s just the ordinary spirit of a child who died, it wouldn’t have such great power, separating a space-time to isolate everything.

Not to mention instantly transporting someone as powerful as him in and out.

It’s essential to know that transporting something, the greater its mass and higher its energy level, the greater the required consumption.

It’s like a conveyor belt; placing a pound of something on it for transportation is naturally easy.

Placing a hundred-ton item on it, the belt may be crushed or torn apart.

And the difference between Lin Xin and ordinary people is even more terrifyingly massive than that between one pound and a hundred tons.

That’s why Lin Xin was curious and interested in how the opposition managed to transport him out.