Chapter 118: Professor Shu, the Dance Enthusiast

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Lin Feng parked the car by the roadside.

There was a breakfast shop nearby, and Lin Feng bought two youtiao and a cup of soy milk.

Since there were no seats outside, Lin Feng went back to the car, opened the door, and ate his breakfast.

"Wha... wha..."

A female sanitation worker held a long broom, sweeping the fallen leaves and trash from the pedestrian street.

She slowly approached the spot where Lin Feng was.

Lin Feng drained the soy milk and tossed the paper cup onto the ground.

Zhang Yao looked up toward Lin Feng.

Unlike a few days ago, Zhang Yao's eyes were no longer vacant.

At this moment, when she looked at Lin Feng, she actually carried a murderous aura.

She only glanced at Lin Feng, then went back to sweeping.

Lin Feng ate the remaining youtiao in a few bites, crumpled the paper bag into a ball, and threw it on the ground.

That spot was just swept by Zhang Yao.

Then Lin Feng crossed his arms and stared at Zhang Yao with a provocative look.

Zhang Yao lifted her head again.

Strangely, her gaze was not as angry as before; she said calmly, "Young man, don't litter; protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility."

Her tone sounded somewhat weak, like that of a middle‑aged woman.

Lin Feng laughed, "If we uncultured people didn't litter, wouldn't you be out of work?"

Zhang Yao remained silent, continued bending over to sweep, and gradually moved away from Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was contemplating whether to eliminate her.

That gaze, and the scent of blood on her, Lin Feng could smell the murderous scent on her even without being present.

She wasn't the only one.

Zhang Yao was equivalent to a knife Lin Feng had used.

After dealing with Li He, should this knife be discarded?

Or let it stay there…

In that instant, Lin Feng felt a thrill of controlling another's fate.

After thinking, Lin Feng decided to leave her alone for now.

Perhaps in a few days, she'll be caught!

He closed the car door, started the engine, and the Porsche tipped its nose on the road and drove away.

Zhang Yao straightened up, turned around, and watched the Porsche recede into the distance.

Only she knew that cold sweat had dampened her back.

Lin Feng's gaze just now seemed to pierce the heart, giving her a chilling feeling.

Of course, it could also be a psychological cause.

Usually, no one talks to her.

Passersby who saw her would keep a wide distance.

She had long become accustomed to others keeping away.

Suddenly, someone spoke to her, and on top of having killed four people last night…

If it were someone else, they'd be startled as well.

"If I can hold out ten more days and nothing happens, I'll leave..."

Zhang Yao murmured to herself.

The remaining ten‑odd days of September would be hard for her to endure.

Lin Feng drove to the Fierce Tiger Gym.

Zhao Xiaoyang and Duan Fei were sparring on the boxing platform.

Around the ring, Liu Erwa had a cigarette in his mouth, was counting money, and a heavily made‑up woman stood beside him.

"Just a few hundred bucks, what the hell are you counting for!"

The woman snatched the money from Liu Erwa's hand and turned to leave.

Liu Erwa turned around and shouted at the woman, "You bitch, raising the price again, huh! Next time I won't support your business."

The woman walked away, turned back, and blew Liu Erwa a kiss.

When she passed by Lin Feng, the woman raised her hand to touch his face, and Lin Feng slipped aside.

The woman laughed twice and kept walking.

Seeing Lin Feng arrive, Zhao Xiaoyang and Duan Fei stopped.

"Brother Feng!"

Duan Fei and Liu Erwa shouted together.

Lin Feng nodded and went up to the second floor.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Zhao Xiaoyang sat on the sofa opposite Lin Feng.

At that moment, the TV station was broadcasting a news report.

A homicide took place at a certain Bieshu...

From the footage, Lin Feng also saw Qi Yao wearing a white protective suit and a mask.

"Brother, this matter is already on TV!"

Zhao Xiaoyang said, surprised.

Lin Feng saw that Zhao Xiaoyang looked a bit worried and said calmly, "Don't panic! What does this matter have to do with us?"

"Indeed!"

Zhao Xiaoyang nodded.

From start to finish, Lin Feng never let Zhang Yao see his face, and even used a voice changer when speaking.

The car he drove when meeting Zhang Yao still had a fake license plate.

Even if Zhang Yao were caught, he could only testify that a mysterious person delivered ten thousand.

"And then?"

"Of course there is no after."

Looking at the news, a nanny and a child had also died.

Zhao Xiaoyang's face was full of shock.

He looked at Lin Feng again.

Lin Feng held a cigarette between his fingers, covering his forehead, his expression unreadable.

He still wanted to ask Lin Feng how this matter was carried out.

From start to finish, Zhao Xiaoyang never took part in this process.

The only thing he did for Lin Feng was to have Liu Erwa find a car and arrange a fake license plate.

But seeing Lin Feng's expression, Zhao Xiaoyang knew that from now on he should never inquire about this matter again.

He picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and began talking about Jiang Xiaofei's side of the story.

"That kid named Liu Yuwei spread rumor posts on the school forum; after I got the evidence, I reported it to the police.

Then that kid was arrested, the school expelled him, Jiang Xiaofei cooperated, attempted suicide, hired a lawyer for her, and it's estimated that Liu Yuwei could get less than three years in prison."

After Zhao Xiaoyang finished, Lin Feng said calmly, "Well done! If you can solve a problem in a legitimate way, never resort to conspiracies."

Receiving Lin Feng's praise, Zhao Xiaoyang chuckled.

Then he added, "In that case, Jiang Xiaofei—no, sister‑in‑law Xiao Fei—will now …"

Lin Feng laughed, "Don't worry! Those youngsters will soon forget this, and then they'll eat when they should eat, and play when they should play."

In the afternoon, Lin Feng arrived at Xinshi Xiaoqu.

Shu Jingya had a class in the afternoon; as last time, after telling Lin Feng to lock the door when he left, she went straight away.

Lin Feng spent the whole afternoon reviewing the materials collected by Professor Shu.

Information from ancient and modern times worldwide that cannot be found online was continuously absorbed by Lin Feng's brain.

Much of the information recorded in these materials almost overturned Lin Feng's understanding of this world.

Unwittingly, it was getting dark.

Lin Feng touched his forehead, leaned against the bookshelf, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

7 p. m.

Shu Jingya returned home.

After opening the door, the living‑room light was still on.

She glanced around and didn't see Lin Feng.

He must have left long ago.

She kicked off her two high heels and lay on the sofa.

After resting a few minutes, Shu Jingya opened a bottle of Alcohol, then went to the bathroom to bathe.

After a dozen minutes.

Shu Jingya put on her high heels and poured a glass of Alcohol.

Seeing the curtains were drawn, she pulled the towel off her body and threw it onto the sofa.

Then she held the Alcohol, hummed an unknown song, and began dancing.

Her dancing was pretty good; when she spun, the Alcohol in the glass didn't spill.

Lin Feng woke up, shook his head, stood up, and walked out from one end of the bookshelf.

Then he widened his eyes.

Shu Jingya was stretching her arms, standing on one foot, leaning forward.

It must be a ballet pose.

Noticing a figure in her line of sight, Shu Jingya lifted her head and saw Lin Feng.

"Ah!"

A scream came from Shu Jingya's mouth.

Then there was a "Bang!" sound, Shu Jingya slipped at her foot and fell backward onto the floor.