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During the break, many students gathered in the corner of the wall, exchanging words about the explosion incident that occurred the night before last.
Their expressions varied; some looked terrified, others were worried, while a few wore puzzled faces.
The explosion had been completely sealed off by the police, yet some information still leaked out.
For instance, just an hour ago, a short video was suddenly posted on the school website of No. 13 Middle School.
The three to four-minute video was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a stir among the students.
The footage was somewhat blurry, but it clearly showed scenes from the street of No. 13 Middle School on the night before last, with flames and thick smoke flickering across the screen, as if transporting everyone back to that terrifying night.
In the seemingly calm yet turbulent online world of No. 13 Middle School, a thrilling chasing operation was quietly unfolding.
“Did you see the video that was just uploaded on the No. 13 website? Has anyone traced who posted it from this IP address?”
Yan Qing burst into the office like a gust of wind, his sharp gaze burning with anger. He abruptly scattered the documents he was holding onto the desk with a loud crash, papers flying everywhere.
His eyes darted like lightning as he quickly scanned Drui Feng and Jiang Wenyu before plopping down in his seat. His fingers eagerly tapped on the keyboard as he hurriedly opened the display screen, its light illuminating his tense face, as if he were determined to unearth the hidden hand behind the network immediately.
Drui Feng appeared relaxed yet alert. He scratched his head, tousling his fluffy hair. One hand deftly swiped across his phone screen as if he were capturing subtle clues, while the other hand rhythmically clicked on the mouse. His eyes occasionally darted towards an Excel spreadsheet on his computer screen, where dense data seemed like an unsolved puzzle to him.
“What video from No. 13? Did anything just get posted on the official site? I’m still checking for suspicious student names on the internal network,” Drui Feng said nonchalantly, though a slight smirk played at the corners of his mouth. His cat-like cunning eyes glanced at Yan Qing with a tone that was light yet probing.
Upon hearing this, Yan Qing shook his head in frustration, his brows furrowed as if he were exasperated by Drui Feng’s apparent indifference to matters outside their immediate concerns.
He then turned his gaze to Jiang Wenyu, who today resembled a blooming rose, sporting an eye-catching shade of lipstick. Her crimson lips moved slightly, the vibrant color reflecting her decisive personality.
Jiang Wenyu focused intently on the computer screen, her fingers flying over the keyboard. After a moment, she spoke calmly, “I’ve tracked it down; it’s at a noodle shop near Z City No. 13. It seems this was sent about an hour ago. Should we go and follow up now, Captain?”
Upon hearing this, Yan Qing quickly pulled up the GPS map on the screen, the lines and icons appearing crystal clear to him.
“I’ve already arranged for Jiang Ming to be stationed on the nearby streets. Let’s send him the location information so he can check for any nearby individuals.”
Yan Qing’s tone was steady, like a mountain one could rely on, maintaining control amidst the chaos.
“Understood, Captain.”
Meanwhile, in another corner of Z City, the famous food street on No. 13 was bustling with activity.
At a place called Zhao Ji Noodle House, the rich aroma of noodles mingled with the sounds of lively chatter. A young man dressed in a black windbreaker sat by the window near the entrance. His black sunglasses obscured much of his face, revealing only his sharply defined jawline.
He ordered a signature noodle dish, steam rising from the bowl placed before him. With chopsticks in hand, he leisurely stirred the noodles, which swirled in the broth as if whispering some unknown secret.
With his other hand, he casually scrolled through his phone screen. The light illuminated his face, revealing a faint smile at the corner of his mouth as if he had stumbled upon something particularly interesting. Whether that smile concealed triumph from a successful scheme or something else entirely remained a mystery.
Outside the noodle shop, beneath a ginkgo tree stood a tall man whose posture was as straight as a pine tree and whose gaze was sharp as an eagle's. He occasionally glanced inside Zhao Ji Noodle House.
“Hey, Captain, I’ve arrived at the designated location. He’s eating right now. Should I go in and capture him?”
Jiang Ming spoke in a low voice, gripping his phone tightly as if it were a weapon ready for action.
Yan Qing’s calm voice came through from the other end of the line, carrying an undeniable authority: “No need to act recklessly and alert him. Just follow him closely; don’t make any impulsive moves until we have sufficient evidence.”
"Alright."
Jiang Ming replied softly, tucking his phone into his pocket, his gaze fixed intently on the man eating noodles, his eyes filled with vigilance, like a poised leopard ready to pounce.
After a while, the man finally finished his meal at a leisurely pace. He elegantly pulled out a napkin and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, the motion exuding an effortless grace.
Then, he smoothly retrieved his phone and slipped it into his pocket, casually strolling out of the Zhao Ji Noodle House as if nothing were amiss.
Standing at the entrance, he glanced around, his seemingly casual gaze sharp as an eagle's, as if confirming there were no suspicious individuals nearby. Once satisfied, he left without haste, his steps light and ghostly.
Jiang Ming kept his eyes glued to the entrance of the noodle shop. The moment the man stepped out, he reacted swiftly, turning away to feign interest in the street across.
Though Jiang Ming appeared calm, his heart was taut with tension, his peripheral vision keenly tracking the man's movements.
However, in just a brief moment of turning away, the man had already distanced himself like a runaway horse.
"It seems like he's a speed Ability User," Jiang Ming thought to himself, furrowing his brow slightly as a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
From the time he turned away to when he turned back, only three or four seconds had passed, yet that man had already dashed over fifty meters away like a gust of wind. If not for the extraordinary abilities of an Ability User, he would have completely lost sight of this mysterious man by now.
"Truly remarkable; such a small place as Z City has gathered so many Ability Users," Jiang Ming mused inwardly, a hint of seriousness replacing his previously calm demeanor. His gaze grew more resolute; he was determined to pursue this matter to the end.
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