Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 368 - Chapter 368: Chapter 368: The Grim Reaper Descends

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: The Grim Reaper Descends

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Feng Jun was truly relieved that he had befriended Feng Jing.

Mei Jin’s classmates were quite reliable, having dug up most of Cao Weihua’s dealings.

Even including Director Cao, Cao Weihua’s father.

Director Cao’s office, license plate number, and even the addresses of his two houses were all uncovered by them.

By five o’clock that afternoon, Feng Jun had feigned sleep as an excuse to hide in his room, forbidding anyone to disturb him.

And indeed, there were those who came looking for him; the local police had received a public report claiming that Luohua Manor was spreading poison. Thus, three police officers arrived at the manor’s gate seeking to talk to Feng Jun to understand the situation.

The gatekeeper flatly refused their request, “Don’t you have troublemakers to investigate, instead of coming here to find fault with us?”

They even refused to let the officers enter. “You can come in, but only if you have a search warrant, or if President Feng gives the order.”

The police were somewhat at a loss; apart from the involvement of the supernatural, there was no evidence to prove that the poisoning had caused the reported abnormalities in the people.

So, their visit was in firm determination; firstly, to honor the uniform they wore, and secondly, to inquire on behalf of the villagers, hoping to offer some assistance.

Two migrant workers serving as gatekeepers tried to stop them, much to the disdain of the three officers, “We want to see Boss Feng, who do you two think you are?”

“We might not be much,” responded the gatekeeper, indifferent, “but if you think you can, try knocking us down and force your way in.”

The officers were in quite a dilemma; without laying hands on the gatekeepers, even if they got through, they couldn’t bring their car in.

But they lacked the courage to get physical—especially with the supernatural potentially involved.

As they were struggling with the situation, another van drove up, from which seven or eight individuals disembarked, including three elderly people with white hair, pleading with the gatekeeper to let them see Boss Feng, begging him to save their family members.

The gatekeeper’s face fell as he curtly told them, “This is a place for forestry and not a hospital.”

The people continued to implore desperately, but the gatekeeper remained unmoved. The police couldn’t hold back, “You let these elders stand in the rain, do you have no heart?”

“We didn’t invite them here,” replied the gatekeeper firmly, “Let me remind you, you’re standing right where the trouble occurred just now… be wise!”

Before the police could respond, several items were brought down from the van: incense burners, kneeling mats, and others.

The gatekeeper was alarmed, “Step back… this place strictly prohibits open flames, damn it… Want to bet I’ll smack you?”

A prohibition on open flames was inevitable; in the northern forests, wildfires were all too easy to start. Of course, it was currently raining, but bad habits shouldn’t be indulged.

The people didn’t take offense at the gatekeeper’s attitude, instead, they moved two hundred meters away, set up umbrellas on the open ground, erected the incense burners, and began to light incense sticks, kneeling in the direction of the villa to worship.

Seeing this, the officers exchanged looks with no further interest in speaking, let alone forcing their way into the manor.

We’re still investigating a case, yet the victims’ families have already begun their patronage with incense rituals…

At this moment, under the cover of the rain, Feng Jun had already discreetly left the villa. In fact, the several square kilometers around him were his territory; he knew exactly where all the cameras were, and even if it hadn’t been raining, he could easily slip away undetected.

Why slip away? Of course, to retaliate against Cao Weihua.

Feng Jun was not one to lose his patience, but sometimes, revenge had to be swift and ruthless. Without such action, it was not enough to deter petty criminals and wake others to awareness.

He flew across the river and dashed two kilometers in a single breath, finding a secluded spot where he released a motorcycle and sped off towards Zhengyang City.

Upon entering Zhengyang City, he roamed around for a good while but couldn’t find Cao Weihua’s exact whereabouts.

For fear of being located, he had left his mobile phone in the villa, and without it, he wasn’t able to contact Feng Jing. Deciding to be bold, he headed straight for the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Department’s dormitory.

Director Cao had two houses there: one he gave to his daughter, and the other he lived in with his wife on the eleventh floor.

Feng Jun had heard a few things about Director Cao’s reputation; he knew the man was not corrupt, but being uncorrupt did not mean he was a good person.

Setting everything else aside, just on the account of not properly educating his son, he had failed as a person. And with Cao Weihua being so arrogant now, his father had clearly not played a good role either.

A father’s failure to educate is his own fault; having even a shred of responsibility, you shouldn’t have brought Cao Weihua back to Zhengyang to continue harming others.

He had planned to kill Director Cao—yes, to physically annihilate him. Cao Weihua’s greed required someone to be punished.

A hundred-million-yuan project was no small matter; even if the profit was only ten million yuan, that amount could equate to the lives of how many ordinary people?

In Feng Jun’s eyes, Director Cao was just another ordinary person whose life shouldn’t be more valuable than others’.

Easily, he located Director Cao’s room, where the lights were already on.

He would wait for nightfall. Feng Jun began to examine the surrounding cameras.

He already had a rough plan of how to deal with him; let’s make it look like a suicide by jumping off the building.

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The schoolmate who enjoyed the beautiful scenery committed suicide by jumping off a building, taking two lives with him. The Cao family had no reason not to repay those two lives.

Perhaps due to the rain, the security guard at the entrance of the Housing Authority’s dormitory appeared listless, only watching the cars entering and exiting, and ignoring the side gate where people were coming and going.

Seeing this, Feng Jun simply opened an umbrella and entered the dormitory courtyard, planning to take advantage of the remaining daylight to thoroughly investigate the surrounding terrain to facilitate his actions later that night.

After wandering around for about five minutes, he had a good understanding of the layout, so he turned and walked out. He was now employing the Thousand Faces Technique, but a new face roaming around the courtyard and peering around was bound to raise suspicions during any police investigation.

As he turned around, a Ford car drove over, causing Feng Jun’s eyes to involuntarily squint: that license plate…

The Ford was driven by Director Cao, who had also heard that his son was facing difficulties with a project in Baixing Town. However, he didn’t have any good solutions. His son was too prone to trouble, leaving him, the father, with an endless mess to clean up.

Ever since a fatal incident years ago, he had sent his son abroad, hoping he would never return.

If his son caused disgrace, he, the father, would also lose face.

But there was no helping it, the son was a hopeless case, unable to stay abroad, and ultimately returned to China.

Director Cao feared that if his son went to another city, he might cause serious trouble—ending up in prison was a possibility.

So, he had no choice but to bring his son back to Zhengyang and keep him close, under his own supervision.

It was time to urge him to get married! Director Cao walked out of the garage, thinking that once a boy got married, he would mature.

Of course, girls like the one who committed suicide by jumping off a building were not an option… People prone to extremes made for unsuitable spouses.

It continued to rain, but Director Cao didn’t mind. It was only about thirty or forty meters from the exit of the garage to the entrance of the apartment block. The rain wasn’t heavy, so walking that distance seemed easy enough.

As he pondered which family’s daughter to introduce to his son, he suddenly felt something was wrong and looked up. A dark shadow descended from above, “Shit…”

At 7:30 p.m., Director Cao was hit by a flowerpot falling from above and died on the way to the hospital in an ambulance.

His body was placed in the morgue, and by 9:00 p.m., the Cao family home had set up a memorial altar.

Director Cao’s wife cried as if her life depended on it, and his daughter was in unbearable pain.

Cao Weihua, reeking of alcohol, sat in a daze at home—he had been called back by his sister’s phone call while he was halfway through drinking.

“How could that flowerpot have fallen? There was no wind at the time!”

“It was the air conditioner’s external unit. The screws came loose, the unit tilted, and the flowerpot slid off the external casing. Plus, it was raining…”

Cao Weihua couldn’t take in what others were saying; his mind was consumed by one thought: there was something very suspicious about this incident.

For some reason, an eerie image surfaced in his mind: in the pouring rain, a black crow circled above, cawing loudly with unmistakable smugness in its call.

Then, the crow’s head gradually morphed into a human face, unmistakably resembling Feng Jun.

“This is murder,” Cao Weihua muttered through clenched teeth, pulling out his mobile phone to make a call, “Director Guo.”

“I heard about your old man’s situation,” a deep voice came through, “Young Cao, my condolences… The current situation is tense, so I won’t come to pay my respects; light an incense stick on my behalf.”

“My father was murdered,” Cao Weihua stated confidently, “Director Guo, I hope to request the intervention of the provincial police department to investigate Feng Jun’s activities… Money is no issue.”

Director Guo paused before asking in a serious tone, “Do you have any evidence in hand?”

“It’s definitely him,” Cao Weihua stated fiercely, “Just track his whereabouts, check his call history, and evidence can easily be discovered… He definitely did it.”

“Still, there’s no evidence,” Director Guo sighed helplessly, “If you have this suspicion, you should contact the police department directly. I don’t work in that area, and it’s inconvenient for me to intervene in such matters.”

Where do I have your influence? Cao Weihua sighed inwardly, “Director Guo, I’m willing to pay, please help me out here.”

Director Guo remained silent for a while before speaking coldly, “Do you think… we have that kind of relationship?”

Without waiting for Cao Weihua to respond, he hung up the call.

“Fucking hell!” In a fit of rage, Cao Weihua lifted his hand and slammed the mobile phone onto the ground, “What kind of shit is this!”

Of course, he couldn’t be sure that Feng Jun was responsible, but he felt there was a strong possibility. Anyway, he was intent on dealing with Feng Jun, considering this as the last service his old man could provide.

However, Director Guo’s reaction was a profound disappointment: it truly showed that when power fades, so do relationships—the political world was always self-serving.

After smashing his phone, his anger intensified, but the eerie image in his head seemed to disappear.

He then started to rally himself to receive the mourners, temporarily putting the matter of Feng Jun behind him.

Unexpectedly, around ten o’clock, the faint sound of firecrackers could be heard from outside the building.

(Starting tomorrow, it’s time to settle accounts with the silver-cute Feng Peak…)