Chapter 249: I Will Find You

"Achoo!"

"Achoo!!"

"A-a-a-choo—!"

A door in the courtyard was pushed open, and Jian Changsheng walked out, rubbing his reddened nose with a strange expression.

"That's weird... why have I been sneezing non-stop for the past two days?"

Chu Muyun, who was sunbathing in the courtyard, glanced at him and said leisurely, "What? Are there lingering effects from your last injury? Lie down, let me take another look at you..."

"No! No need!" Jian Changsheng retreated a step abruptly. "It shouldn't be that... my injury is already healed!"

After a few days of recuperation, the bandages on Jian Changsheng's body were mostly removed. Thanks to his terrifying self-healing ability, not even a scar remained. Chu Muyun's gaze kept drifting over Jian Changsheng's body, as if he were interested in examining a living specimen.

Chu Muyun's gaze made Jian Changsheng feel a bit creeped out. Just as he was about to say something, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and a figure in a blood-stained overcoat appeared before them.

"Heart, where have you been?" Jian Changsheng asked in surprise, seeing the blood on Chen Ling.

"Nothing much, just killed someone on the way," Chen Ling said, heading straight for his room. "I have to go to work in a bit, I'm back to change my clothes."

“？？？”

Jian Changsheng watched Chen Ling's retreating back in bewilderment and turned to ask Chu Muyun:

"Senior Chu, why does he have work and missions every day, while I have nothing?"

Chu Muyun, who was reading the newspaper, didn't look up. "His mission is to gather intelligence, and he finds his own work... If you think you have that ability, you can also find a way to gather intelligence for the organization."

Jian Changsheng racked his brain for a long time but couldn't think of how he could gather intelligence. When Chen Ling came out after changing his clothes, he asked tentatively:

"Heart, how did you become a reporter? Can you take me with you?"

"..." Chen Ling looked him over. "Although the Star Chamber of Commerce's headquarters is gone, the president, Yan Shang, and his several 'Outsider' subordinates are still alive... Are you sure you want to go out and expose yourself?"

Jian Changsheng wilted instantly. He scratched his head and sighed repeatedly, looking like a man of great ambition born in the wrong era, full of sorrow and helplessness.

"Xiao Jian, you don't need to go out and expose yourself anymore..." Chu Muyun suddenly spoke.

Jian Changsheng was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Chu Muyun placed the newspaper he was holding on the table with a strange expression. "Your name has already spread throughout Aurora City."

Jian Changsheng picked up the newspaper blankly. It was an obscure afternoon paper, but the headline on the front page was written in a series of bold, black characters—

"Twilight Society Member Reappears in Aurora City! 'Spade 6' Stirs Up a Bloody Storm!"

The moment he saw this line, Jian Changsheng was dumbfounded. He quickly continued reading. It was a report on the Meli Hotel tragedy, including a photo taken at the scene. In the photo, over a dozen figures lay in a pool of blood, and a mountain of "Spade 6" cards fluttered in the dim light like ghosts, looking extremely eerie.

"This... this..." Jian Changsheng finished the article, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

"Is the 'Spade 6' in the article fake, or am I fake... or are you all fake?"

Jian Changsheng suddenly felt a sense of unreality. He had clearly been recuperating for the past few days without stepping out once, so how did he "stir up a bloody storm"? And to be honest, this eerie and mysterious "Spade 6" in the article was clearly more like "Spade 6" than he was—a miserable wretch who stayed home recuperating and idling away the days...

"Of course the one in the article is fake," Chu Muyun pushed up his glasses and said sternly. "Our Twilight Society is a formal organization; we don't use 'one card, multiple uses' scams."

"Damn it, then who is using my name to go around swindling people?" Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth. "Don't let me catch him, otherwise..."

Chen Ling, standing to the side, kept his head down, eyes fixed on his nose, and remained silent.

"But then again, the technique of scattering playing cards is quite stylish," Jian Changsheng changed the subject, looking at the photo in the news with some interest.

"When I find the time, I'll go buy a few decks of cards too. I can use them on my next mission."

Chen Ling: ...

……

Han Meng walked alone on the streets of Aurora City, moving slowly through the busy, rushing crowd.

Since entering Aurora City, Han Meng had spent almost all his time in the black prison. He had no place to stay, no familiar faces. Walking through this city, which was countless times larger than the Third District, he felt a faint sense of confusion.

His gaze fell on the White Pigeon Plaza not far away, and he walked toward it subconsciously.

The bench in front of the fountain that he had shattered had been repaired to its original state. Han Meng sat there alone, watching the passing crowds, as silent and motionless as a statue.

Perhaps because the weather was getting colder, there were no kites to be seen over White Pigeon Plaza, and there were no children around. Han Meng thought quietly about everything that had happened since entering Aurora City, and the name "Lin Yan" never left his mind.

"Is it him? Or..."

Han Meng picked up the newspaper, read the report on the second page several times, and then suddenly stood up and walked toward the newsstand at the park entrance.

"Hello, I'd like a newspaper."

"Alright."

"Not today's."

"Huh?" The newsstand owner was stunned. "Then which day's do you want?"

"Where is the 'Aurora Daily' column? I want to flip through it first before deciding."

Under the guidance of the newsstand owner, Han Meng walked straight to a stack of newspapers and flipped through them one by one. His gaze scanned name after name, and finally, he pulled out only one.

"I'll take this one."

Han Meng held the newspaper in his hand. On the front page was a major news story: "Overnight, the Star Chamber of Commerce Wiped Out?"

This was the first news story written by "Lin Yan" in all the "Aurora Daily" issues of the past year. Han Meng read the article carefully and finally locked onto the publication date...

Immediately after, as if remembering something, Han Meng began to quickly flip through today's "Aurora Daily," especially the article exposing the Star Chamber of Commerce's organ trade.

Han Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingertip stopped on a column in the transaction record photo on the front page... There, a blurred name jumped into his vision.

"Chen Yan."

All the details of the three articles pieced together rapidly in Han Meng's mind, and an answer surged into his heart.

Han Meng stood silently in front of the newsstand for a long time. It wasn't until the sun had almost set that he slowly walked away... He tossed the two newspapers into a roadside trash can, his expression extremely complex.

"I knew it, you wouldn't die so easily..."

The black officer's trench coat fluttered in the cold wind. Han Meng muttered to himself,

"I will find you."