"Well then, how about next Wednesday? You take a week off to rest," Sister i hesitated for a mont, but seeing Jiang Shu insist, she didn’t stop him. "I’ll start hyping it up for you. You’re now a hot star in Seventh District. This magic show needs to be well planned. Is there a the for this ti’s magic? Can you reveal a little? I need to arrange for soone to make electronic posters."
"The the... I haven’t thought of one yet, but I’ll give you an answer by this weekend at the latest," Jiang Shu said.
"Alright, I’ll be on my way then; let know if you need anything, just tell Sister i." Sister i chuckled; the return of Jiang Shu greatly reduced the pressure on running the theater, this week it was all thanks to Shen Xuwan who stabilized the theater’s revenue.
It had to be said, Jiang Shu had truly beco an irreplaceable pillar of Black Currant. Well, in terms of money-making, Jiang Shu was a major pillar while Shen Xuwan a minor one.
Sister i left the Magic House, leaving Jiang Shu alone in deep thought.
Yeah, what to perform next...
Just take it one step at a ti. Tentatively, it could be a mind-reading type of Spirit Magic. He now needed a reliable Mind Reading Ability. So many things could be directly solved using that ability.
Using "Three No Hypnosis" alone was rather insufficient; it might be more suited as a control skill for the Tablet Spirits...
Like sothing guaranteed to catch a sword barehanded or guaranteed to twist an ankle.
"You three stay ho and keep watch," Jiang Shu told the three Tablet Spirits, Alpha, Beta, and Gamma, then added, "No tearing up my cards to play Fight the Landlord."
With that, he walked out of the Magic House, out of the Black Currant Theater, and found a secluded corner nearby with no one around. He dragged a large trash can over to the spot, then leaped high in the air, activating the Derivative Entry "Paper Card Technique" while above the trash can.
The next second, he transford into playing cards scattering into the trash can, and his figure already appeared a thousand miles away at the Thirteen District high-speed train station.
Well, no littering, a more beautiful city.
---
In the dark, Jiang Shu tried to push open the door inside the front of the Magic Table, but it wouldn’t budge.
"..."
Who the hell locked it?!
But he quickly realized it was Little Ding ssing with him.
Hah, the dragon slayer becos the dragon in the end.
"..."
Luckily, Little Ding was just playing a prank and quickly opened the door. As Jiang Shu ca out, he imdiately started torturing Little Ding.
This brat wasn’t cute anymore.
Lowering the brim of his hat, Jiang Shu left the parking lot with the address of the chanical disciples in hand, naturally not allowing them to rise from the ashes.
Cut the grass and remove the roots!
It had to be done!
With so luck, he might even encounter the SSR character "Clo." There was no way Jiang Shu would let soone who knew so many internal secrets run wild across the map.
The full picture of the Garcia case was now clear. That woman and that coroner both had issues. He would do his best to uncover them.
---
Thirteen District, F Zone, Shanqi Street.
"Seventh District... Black Currant Theater... Air transport... Express delivery... Sent imdiately..." Jiang Shu stood in front of an unmanned express delivery machine, muttering to himself.
He sequentially selected the location, ti, and mode of transport, then packed up the Magic Table and placed it into the machine’s delivery slot. In two hours, the Magic Table would appear at the express delivery point within the Black Currant Theater.
Having only one teleportation point, Jiang Shu had no choice but to do so, maximising his ti efficiency and saving the ti spent traveling back and forth between Seventh District and Thirteen District.
Ding: Ti Managent Master.
Ding: That’s a lot of braised frog!
Ding: You can call ugly, you can say I’m stupid, but if you say I have dark circles under my eyes, sorry, feelings fade.
Jiang Shu: "..."
So with no one else around, you’re taking the chance to spout all your nonsense?
He left the express station and looked up at the darkening sky.
It was eight o’clock, still early to leave the Thirteen District Police Station, and not yet deep into the night—a poor ti for murder or arson.
Over a week ago, Shanqi Street was one of the secret bases of the chanical disciples. Under the identification of Seal Garcia, it was one of the first bases to be destroyed.
Clearly, this would not be the current hiding place for the chanical disciples, but there was sothing here that interested Jiang Shu.
The dical Research Center.
The Prison Guards had asked for the family address of the toxicology expert; Wolf had passed it on to Jiang Shu, situated on Shanqi Street’s dical Research Center.
That expert was single and childless, so he made the research center his ho.
The center was established six or seven years ago. Logically speaking, a research facility shouldn’t be in F Zone which lacked higher education institutions, and with the poor social environnt wouldn’t attract talents—establishing a research center here wasn’t a wise decision.
Yet it remained here for six or seven years, but a week ago, the doors of the research center had been tightly shut and hadn’t reopened since.
If they said it had no connection with the chanical disciples, Jiang Shu definitely wouldn’t believe it, so he ca here.
"Little Ding, take over the nearby surveillance, and also check if there’s any inside the research center," Jiang Shu said to Little Ding standing alone by his side.
Ding: Hacking in...
Ding: Hacking successful.
Ding: "Research Center" surveillance network detected, hacking in...
Ding: Hacking successful.
"The surveillance system inside is still operational?" Jiang Shu asked. "You managed to hack into it? Don’t they use a local network?"
Ding: Operational.
Reviews
All reviews (0)