Chapter 54

When Chu Tianshu boarded the plane, he was still a little nervous.

However, as soon as he entered the cabin, someone pointed out the general area of his seat, and after finding it, he gradually became calm.

Flying is quite boring.

From his seat, he could see the wing in front through the window. When taking off, seeing the ground getting further and further away, he still had a slight feeling of flying himself.

After that, there were no more special experiences.

There was no artistic conception of high-altitude flight and free speed as imagined; people in the cabin were very stable.

It felt about the same as sitting in a bus.

Although the scenery outside the window was a vast sea of clouds, not the common scenery near the ground, this was actually even more monotonous.

Chu Tianshu relaxed his body in his seat, folded his hands, and with the thumb of his right palm in the center of his left hand, slowly drew four vertical and five horizontal strokes.

By the time the plane was about to arrive at Macau International Airport, the scenery outside the window piqued his interest again.

The plane descended lower and lower, and through the window, he could see the murky sea surface, with waves churning up white foam.

The thick, long wings seemed to be only a mere few meters away from the sea surface.

This was actually an illusion caused by the lack of reference points; at this time, the plane was at least several dozen meters away from the sea.

But this illusion made one realize once again that they were flying and skimming over the sea.

Chu Tianshu watched for a good while, and the sea scenery turned into a dark yellow, old concrete runway.

After getting off the plane, he followed the surrounding crowd into the terminal building, staring closely at the signs, afraid of taking the wrong path.

However, this Macau International Airport was surprisingly small; not long after walking, he could see the glass doors on the other side of the building.

Macau itself is a collective name for several small islands.

In modern times, not only are the islands directly connected by large bridges, but land reclamation projects have been carried out multiple times.

This international airport was built entirely on a foundation of reclaimed land.

Chu Tianshu carried his backpack in one hand, opened his phone after coming out, found the number Brother Bai Sui had passed on to him, and dialed it.

"Who seeks whom, the spring and autumn only listen to the orders of heaven and earth..."

"Heaven! Fate!! Who can turn the tide of fortune?"

A few dozen meters away, a burst of powerful music rang out.

It was the theme song of "A Step into the Past," which was popular a few years ago; until recently, TV stations were still airing it on loop.

This song was even more popular than the TV show itself and was prevalent in every street and alley.

Chu Tianshu looked up and saw a bright red convertible sports car parked there.

A handsome young man wearing sunglasses was leaning against the car, holding a phone with a pendant clipped between his fingers.

He wore no tie or bowtie, just a wine-red shirt with a white suit jacket over it. He pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead with his finger and walked over slowly.

"Hello! Mr. Chu?"

Chu Tianshu hung up the phone, and the other party's ringtone stopped: "It's me. Are you Mr. Fang from the Macau Special Capture Division?"

"Just call me Fang Jun."

Although Fang Jun's attire and movements were a bit frivolous, he unfortunately had a good face.

Especially after he revealed his eyes, with a smile, the whole person felt a bit gentle and approachable.

"Let's get in the car first."

Fang Jun turned to lead the way.

Chu Tianshu walked toward the car, unable to help but click his tongue in his heart.

A good car.

A very expensive car.

He didn't care much about the car market, but convertible sports cars should all be quite expensive, right?

And the paint on this car looked very unusual in texture, revealing an aura of wealth.

Not to mention the cars of the mainland's Public Security Department; the Special Capture Division often drove Wuling Hongguangs, which were all about being cheap and durable.

The Macau Special Capture Division really had a different style.

"This isn't provided by the unit; I bought it myself. It cost 800,000, not the particularly expensive kind."

Fang Jun sat in the car and suddenly said these two sentences.

Chu Tianshu touched his face, a bit surprised: "Is my expression that obvious?"

"Not particularly obvious, but after I bought this car, people often became curious about the treatment of the Macau Special Capture Division."

Fang Jun said with a smile, "Honestly, for the others in our branch, if they don't have the habit of saving money or family concerns..."

"After working for a few years and adding bonuses, buying a car like this is no problem at all."

Chu Tianshu sat in.

The car looked low from the outside, but it felt quite spacious inside, and the back support was quite comfortable.

"The Special Capture Division is relatively dangerous after all. Driving such a nice car, wouldn't you feel bad if it got damaged?"

"There's insurance anyway."

Fang Jun replied indifferently and honked the horn.

Chu Tianshu took the plastic box out of his bag.

The box was placed flat, the liquor inside swirled, and the silver needle rotated.

That night, he had run to Kong Wenju's house and re-absorbed the residual mental energy aura of Kong Wenju.

The mental energy left behind by someone performing magical arts, to others, generally falls into the category of "external evil," meaning that this kind of mental energy has rejection with other sorcerers.

And in Kong Wenju's house, what remained was no longer just "external evil," but true evil energy, carrying a cold and malicious intent.

The liquor in Chu Tianshu's box had practically had its fill over there.

"Is this the important clue to catch that strange thief uncle?"

Fang Jun exclaimed, "I looked at this uncle's information; he's already fifty or sixty years old. How desperate must he be to dare to learn to be a 'phantom thief' in the mainland?"

"If you want to be a phantom thief, go to Japan. You might even be able to debut as an idol over there."

Japan has a kind of phantom thief culture, which is not only reflected in their movies, anime, and various themes.

In reality, there are also many Japanese practitioners who like to engage in this trade. I don't know if these people loved watching phantom thief anime when they were young and were influenced by it.

But the nature of that kind of phantom thief is actually very complex, possessing the professional traits of mercenaries, detectives, and bounty hunters.

"Calm the heart and cut the water, the water cuts and the heart is calm..."

Chu Tianshu saw the silver needle spinning constantly and unable to settle, so he silently chanted the incantation to reinforce it.

His mental energy ran for a while, and he felt where the problem was, turning his head to stare at the city area.

"The aura here in your place, how can it be so, so..."

Chu Tianshu was tactful, "Crouching tiger, hidden dragon?"

Fang Jun laughed: "Just say it's a mixed bag of fish and dragons, messy and chaotic."

It was indeed messy and chaotic.

Chu Tianshu looked over, as if seeing hundreds or thousands of strange energy fields crowded into the city area.

Practitioners shouldn't just casually emit their mental energy.

Most of these energy fields were constructed together by Feng Shui patterns combined with multiple town-objects and magical artifacts.

Some energy fields were clearly supported by two or three skyscrapers.

I'm afraid that when those buildings were designed, the planning in all aspects was strictly achieved according to the requirements of Feng Shui masters.

Having a Feng Shui pattern alone wouldn't count for much.

In Chu Tianshu's hometown, even if the houses didn't care about Feng Shui, for things like burials, one would still have to invite Yin-Yang masters and Feng Shui masters to take a look.

But those Feng Shui energy fields were relatively thin, without the grand scale of building high-rises for them, nor so many magical artifacts.

And they wouldn't be like the fierce competition here, actually causing all Feng Shui energy fields to be in frequent disturbance.

A tiny Macau has gathered so many "hidden dragons and crouching phoenixes."

So how is my needle supposed to find the target accurately among the thousands of threads?

Chu Tianshu sighed and said: "Please drive me around the city."

"If we get closer, this needle should still be able to sense the target's direction."

Fang Jun made an OK gesture: "Just trying to walk through every area, I'm good at that."

Chu Tianshu sighed again.

Fang Jun said: "Don't be discouraged. Even if this needle of yours is only effective at close range, it has helped a lot."

"Otherwise, if we really relied on manpower to investigate, not to mention the issue of manpower, many places would push back and not welcome us in at all."

Chu Tianshu shook his head: "I'm not discouraged by that, I just feel that you people here are really rich."

"Those Feng Shui energy fields are constantly in a state of mutual consumption. The buildings are large enough that they won't be damaged, but the magical artifacts placed inside must be replaced every year or so, right?"

He looked at the city area, "There are actually so many people who can support the consumption of frequently changing magical artifacts."

Fang Jun let out a scoff.

"You should think about it the other way around."

Fang Jun said, "Sometimes, before the magical artifacts are due for replacement, the owners of those Feng Shui bureaus have already been replaced."

"It's not that the first batch of people who laid out the Feng Shui were always that rich, but that there will always be people who want to make more money running over to take over."

"Feng Shui is a study of the mutual assistance between people and land. They will feel that the previous batch of people couldn't support that kind of Feng Shui, while their own pattern and ability are hard enough."

"Then some ran away, some were left penniless, and some jumped from the rooftop."

"The few who remained and saw their wealth soar are like fires in the dark night, attracting more moths to fly in."

Chu Tianshu's expression moved slightly: "In such a place, special events should be very common, right?"

There are no rules in the overflow zone.

But there is a certain pattern to ghosts from the Spirit Realm running into reality.

In reality, the more complex the situation, the more frequent the deaths, and the more full and extreme the emotions, the easier it is for Spirit Realm ghosts to find opportunities to run out and cause trouble.

And with the Feng Shui bureaus in the city area being so chaotic, people who have just died might be able to act like long-standing ghosts before even entering the Spirit Realm.

"Special events are indeed quite frequent, but this is the world-famous Oriental gambling city."

Fang Jun said, "People who can stand firmly in the local limelight for a long time, of course, don't need to be mentioned."

"Even people who come from all over the world to work hard, if they have a little family background, know to hire some bodyguards and consultants. Many people themselves have even cultivated mental energy and are mixed in the gambling world."

"The special events on their turf are mostly solved by themselves."

The sports car wasn't driving fast, seemingly preparing to circle the outskirts of the city first and gradually go deeper.

The city area was filled with high-rises, with dozens-of-stories-high buildings everywhere.

But where the sports car was driving now, the surrounding residential houses all looked very crowded.

Although these residential buildings were also four or five stories high, they were always several buildings connected together.

The exterior walls were old and dilapidated, with wall skin peeling off in many places, revealing rough concrete, and the floors were covered with air conditioner units and various balcony anti-theft windows.

Compared with the high-rises in the distance, these residential buildings looked like pigeon cages.

"In these residential areas, don't keep looking up; it feels too cramped and is easy to feel uncomfortable."

Fang Jun reminded, "If you look straight ahead, you can feel the fun here."

Chu Tianshu smiled and didn't say anything, looking left and right.

There were indeed many shops on both sides of the street, with people coming and going, talking and laughing loudly, all quite lively.

Fang Jun held the steering wheel with his left hand and suddenly raised a finger with his right hand.

"Hey! Did you eat on the plane?"

Chu Tianshu shook his head: "The flight didn't take long, I didn't order a meal."

"Then you were right, that was wise."

Fang Jun said heartily, "Macau Airlines claims to have Michelin restaurants providing meals. I've ordered it a few times; that chicken was dry and fishy, and the sauce looked like it was pickled wholesale from Orleans."

"It's no exaggeration to say that any shop on both sides of this slope road is better than what they make."

Fang Jun parked the car on the side of the road and took off his sunglasses to point.

"Let's go to that one; it looks like the most ordinary one. You sit down first, I'll be right back."

(End of chapter)