This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 375: Painting

Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Painting

Diana looked at Bader, momentarily at a loss for words.

A chill crawled up her back to the back of her head, her hands involuntarily tightened around the cup, spilling the milkshake onto the floor.

"Who are you talking about?" Diana feigned ignorance.

"Come on, Diana, you’re not good at lying. You know who I’m talking about, the one who came back with you from 2006," Bader said.

"Bader... how do you know about 2006?" Diana exclaimed in surprise.

"The FPI is very interested in that matter; we’ve always had people following up on that case. I just happen to be one of them," Bader explained.

"I’ve never heard anyone mention that FPI is investigating this... don’t think you can fool me with some hearsay," Diana said.

"I have no reason to lie to you, and I must remind you, Diana, Chen Ke is a dangerous person. Sooner or later, you’ll face danger being with him," Bader said gravely.

Diana glanced at Bader, then shifted her gaze away, staring at the watch on his wrist, lost in thought.

Bader looked around and whispered, "He’s with Yasla, getting close to you just to steal Administration Bureau’s intelligence. The subway incident was all his planning, just to get close to you."

"What...?" Diana was startled, her facial expression subtly changing as she remembered how Chen Ke had opened the Teleportation Gate in 2006, plunging her into doubt.

"This... this can’t be..." Diana still didn’t want to believe Bader’s words, but her heart had begun to waver.

"Think about it carefully, Diana, wherever he is, trouble follows. Do you think that’s a coincidence?" Bader said somberly.

Diana closed her eyes and covered her forehead, feeling a tearing pain in her brain as the noise from the Level 2 interrogation procedure replayed in her mind, leaving her agitated and confused.

The fact that Chen Ke could open the Teleportation Gate in 2006 was inexplicable—there was only one possibility: that both entry and exit were under his control...

The Spiritual Ability Research Institute had never had such a major containment failure, but it had happened just after Chen Ke visited.

And considering the recent large-scale leakage of data and intelligence from the Administration Bureau...

"So, Diana, has he contacted you recently? Has he said anything to you?" Bader asked.

"I’m feeling terrible right now... Bader, I need some time to think," Diana avoided Bader’s gaze, reluctant to jump to conclusions.

"If you find out where he is, please tell me immediately, okay? I don’t want to see an old friend walk irreversibly towards doom," Bader said.

"I know... I know, I just want to be alone for a while," Diana sighed, her mood ruined for the day.

Bader patted Diana’s shoulder, said nothing, turned around, and left, a slight smile curving his lips.

Diana pulled out her phone, scrolled to Chen Ke’s number, then hesitated and put the phone back.

"Every superhero has their destined nemesis."

She recalled what Chen Ke had told her; now it seemed bitterly ironic.

In 2006, he could have left her to die, but he had carried her to safety instead.

The life-saving grace had an ulterior motive.

"Chen Ke... you bastard..." Diana murmured to herself.

She pulled out her phone again, hurriedly found Wang Ailin’s number, and pressed the call button.

"The number you have dialed is switched off..."

"Damn it... Wang Ailin... what are you doing..." Diana started to worry. Her heart was restless, she clenched her phone tightly, and turned towards the CPA building.

PM at night.

Raffi Road commercial district.

Chen Ke, dressed in a black suit, stood at the street corner, adjusting the blue tie at his chest, and looked up at the Lescott Spirit Production office building.

During the day, Chen Ke had already carefully observed the building and downloaded the floor plans.

Lescott Spirit Production, as a local enterprise in Opportunity City, can be counted as a pillar of the GDP. However, ironically, the more bountiful the spirit production in a city, the more depressed that city appears.

Unlike the manufacturing sector, which requires a large workforce, the spirit industry, similar in nature to the internet industry, might only have about 5000 formal employees in a leading large enterprise.

Moreover, spirit production relies more on investigators, warehouse storage, and security services, which are not very common job choices.

Additionally, with the acquisition of real estate undeveloped, artificially creating wastelands and ruins cause other industries in the city to lack sufficient development space, indirectly causing residents to lose potential job opportunities.

Chen Ke was not making excuses for his killings to ease his conscience.

A contract is a contract, and an assassin is a profession.

Spirit production derails people’s livelihoods, but it adheres to federal laws, and he had no desire to be some moral guardian.

The nation’s problems will be solved by the nation itself. His responsibility was only to resolve people.

At 9 o’clock, the building was pitch-dark, yet some floors were still brightly lit, showing that no matter the world, overtimers objectively exist.

He jumped up and touched the monitor, freezing the time, then used An Helei’s ashes to melt the electronic lock on the glass door and slid into the shadows along the corridor and onto the side of the wall.

Even without his stealth suit, Chen Ke did not feel inconvenienced, and by the time he reached the safety staircase, the double time consumption ended and the cameras began to operate normally again.

Chen Ke moved along, hiding in the dark and the corners, quietly waiting for patrolling guards to leave, or he would touch the time-pause when they weren’t looking, and walk right past them into the CEO’s office door on the top floor.

The corridor echoed with a chilling breath, a familiar feeling. Chen Ke drew his Type 67 pistol, activated his Spiritual Vision, and looked at the door ahead.

The scene revealed before him was somewhat startling.

Normally, under the Spiritual Vision, the entire view would be blue, shaping human figures in lines, but behind this door, what appeared was an invisible square space.

This space was pitch black as if a chunk had been carved out of the world.

Was it some kind of spiritual energy-blocking device at work? Like in Li Moyang’s manor? Chen Ke pondered this, leaning against the door to observe through the crack.

The corridor was pitch-black, but some light shone through the gap under the door.

Gun in his right hand, he gently turned the doorknob with his left. Surprisingly, it wasn’t locked. He hesitated for a moment; though the space inside was invisible, there was no sensation of lethal intent, so careful caution should pose no danger.

Chen Ke gently pushed open the door, lifting his hand to hold the gun diagonally as he slipped sideways into the room.

Adopting a combat high (CARs high-profile combat) stance, he first aimed at the boss’s chair and the desk. Finding no one, he switched to the Extended (extended aim) stance to quickly scan the spaces to his sides.

No one was in the room.

Harlowin’s vehicle was a limited edition pink Lamborghini, and Anderson’s was a black Mercedes van, both parked in the underground garage and hadn’t left.

If she and he were not here, then they must be elsewhere.

Chen Ke holstered his gun, glanced at the moon outside the window. The pale moonlight streamed through the windows, making the white curtains sway in the night breeze.

He had never seen a company with white curtains in the office, as it was not considered auspicious, not to mention these sheer-like white curtains looked even more eerie.

A layer of fog had condensed in the room, resembling white frost or a thin halo of light. Chen Ke suddenly felt an uncomfortable chill.

This chill was not a physical coldness but a strange sense of loss.

"Are you looking for me?"

A woman’s voice ethereally drifted into Chen Ke’s ears. He immediately drew his Type 67 and activated Spiritual Vision to scan the entire room.

No one was present, and with Spiritual Vision activated in this room, Chen Ke’s vision was pitch black as if he were blind.

"You are not an ordinary person," Chen Ke said.

He noticed on the right wall, a framed advertisement for Lescott’s spiritual beauty products.

A woman in a white wedding dress sat on a stump, her long white hair falling to the ground. Her pale skin was breath-takingly beautiful, amber eyes fixed on Chen Ke examining him.

"You aren’t either. Why not come in and play a bit?" Harlowin’s voice wafted from the picture.

Suddenly, the Harlowin in the painting stood up, walking toward the far end of the lawn, turning back intermittently, beckoning Chen Ke.