Night's Nomenclature
Chapter 379: In Perfect Condition

The midnight corridor was silent and deserted.

Qing Chen heard six people outside quickly pressing the code to Song Niao Niao's house, then pushing the door open and quickly closing it.

The other party's actions seemed very secretive, walking lightly to avoid making unnecessary noise.

After the door closed, the room made no more sound.

Qing Chen realized that Song Niao Niao might have installed a high-polymer sound insulation layer in the entire house for the privacy of her living environment, so even he couldn't hear the noise inside.

He sighed in his heart; this was very unfavorable to his rescue, as he didn't know what was going on in the room.

Qing Chen looked back at his own window; there were still beautiful and splendid holographic neon lights crisscrossing and changing, and further away, holographic fireworks were celebrating the new year.

The fireworks were colorful, and various animals would even jump out after they exploded.

Holographic neon lights have completely replaced fireworks in this era. Every city's night is like a grand party with holographic neon lights.

At one point, Qing Chen even felt like he had come to the movie "The Great Gatsby," where Jay Gatsby held a brilliant and beautiful party every day.

However, beneath this brilliance, countless dirt and evil are still hidden.

Shadow's words before leaving were thought-provoking. The other party was actually asking: You can guess this is my arrangement, but if you guess wrong, Song Niao Niao will die, will you save her?

Qing Chen even felt that Shadow might be waiting to see his reaction.

He gently opened the door to his house and silently walked into the dim corridor.

A silenced pistol was already in his hand, ready to serve his will at any time.

Knock, knock, knock.

Qing Chen calmly knocked on Song Niao Niao's door.

He listened carefully but unexpectedly found that the Inner World's sound insulation layer was even more powerful than he imagined; even standing at the door, he couldn't hear anything.

Qing Chen silently raised his gun, standing to the side of the door to avoid the criminals inside shooting directly without opening the door.

He knocked again, knock, knock, knock, still no one answered.

Qing Chen looked back at the corridor of five people, then raised his hand and fired two shots at the door lock. With a click, the door opened.

The sound of boiling music came from inside the room, and vaguely, Song Niao Niao's singing.

It was like a carnival was being held.

Qing Chen quickly kicked the door open. Only at this moment did he see seven young men and women jumping up and down on the sofa.

Song Niao Niao, the owner of the house, was wearing a birthday hat and holding a piece of cake, happy like an angel.

Of the six people who had entered the house earlier, some were holding electric guitars, and some were blowing trumpets, playing a rock version of "Happy Birthday."

To Qing Chen's surprise, one of them was someone he had met before.

At this time, Song Niao Niao had taken off her heavy scarf and coat and was wearing a pink short-sleeved T-shirt.

Even though Qing Chen had searched for her photos online, he still thought this girl was very beautiful.

But this girl was now looking at him with a dazed expression, her eyes full of shock and incomprehension.

Fortunately, Qing Chen reacted quickly and had already hidden the weapon behind him; otherwise, she wouldn't just be shocked and incomprehensible, she would probably scream like she did in the elevator.

"Happy birthday," Qing Chen said sincerely to the girl.

His toes were curled up in his shoes. The awkwardness of this moment almost made him dig a three-bedroom apartment on the floor.

Qing Chen could even imagine that the Shadow Master of the Qing Family might have already started laughing wildly and beating the ground.

The other party must know the identities of these people, after all, the six of them were only one door away from Shadow at their closest. How could Shadow possibly not know their identities when someone approached?

Qing Chen speculated that these six people were not arranged by Shadow, but Shadow had a plan as soon as he discovered their arrival, and his playful heart arose.

Then, Shadow deliberately misled him with words, making him think that the killers outside had arrived, waiting to watch his show.

At this moment, Qing Chen wanted to find Shadow and sadly question him, why are you so fond of playing games?!

You know, it's incredibly difficult for ordinary people to deceive Qing Chen, but this Shadow is the most advanced among the deceivers; a simple trick can arrange Qing Chen clearly.

At this time, Qing Chen had already recognized the identities of the six people: they were all well-known music producers in the Federation entertainment industry.

The kind that are familiar to everyone.

He quickly scanned the table; there were no drugs, no dopamine chips for excitement—it was a clean party.

And this was probably Song Niao Niao, a first-line star, a place where she usually gathers with her friends.

That's why there's such expensive sound insulation material wrapping the entire house.

The musicians stopped playing music, curiously looking at Qing Chen and then at Song Niao Niao. A female guitarist exclaimed, "Wow, Niao Niao, you even hid a man!"

Another young man shouted, "Niao Niao, you said you didn't have a boyfriend, but you found such a handsome boyfriend?!"

Others curiously looked at Qing Chen, dressed in a clean white tracksuit. As for his appearance... even if he debuted in the Federation now, as long as he sang one or two songs, he would surely attract many female fans.

It was this appearance that made them mistake Qing Chen for attending Song Niao Niao's birthday party.

It has to be said that this is indeed a world that looks at appearance; if you look good, even with a gun hidden behind you, you look like a good person.

Song Niao Niao didn't listen to what they were saying but looked at Qing Chen in disbelief and asked, "How did you get in?

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "Your door wasn't closed tightly."

Song Niao Niao looked at everyone: "I didn't invite him; he's a bad guy!"

The girl directly defined Qing Chen's identity.

Qing Chen was even more embarrassed.

Song Niao Niao had more friends around her, and she didn't seem so afraid of Qing Chen anymore: "Supervisor, do you know you're violating human rights? Please leave now, and please don't harass me again!"

A girl noticed something was wrong and looked at Song Niao Niao: "Is this your stalker? He even came to your house!"

After speaking, the girl looked at Qing Chen: "My dad is the seventh squadron captain of the Exit and Entry Administration Bureau, Li Menglin. Do you believe I can call a PCE investigator with one phone call?"

Qing Chen sighed: "No, no, you've all misunderstood."

He couldn't explain why he was here; they were having a happy birthday party, and he said he suspected that criminals were carrying out a kidnapping?

They wouldn't believe him either.

Moreover, he also shot and broke the door lock...

As for Li Menglin, this was really an acquaintance.

When he was arresting Li Menglin, he also investigated Li Menglin's close relatives, so he had seen this girl's photos.

Qing Chen couldn't figure out how Li Menglin, with his big belly, could have such a delicate daughter.

This girl's name is Li Zhaoen, a well-known violinist in the Federation who plays many instruments.

In the girl's view, Li Menglin is already in the power stratum of the Federation, but for Qing Chen, Li Menglin is just an informant.

But whether Li Menglin is in the power stratum or not, whether he is Qing Chen's informant or not, this has nothing to do with the mistake Qing Chen made, so he can only admit his mistake and apologize.

Moreover, what Qing Chen is thinking about now is what to do with the gun's eye that's locked... this damn...

He could only run away first.

After running away, he would have Yang Xuyang tell Li Menglin and try to settle this matter.

Qing Chen retreated and said with a smile, "Happy birthday to everyone, may you have this day every year, and this year every year..."

After saying this, he left the door and turned to leave, wishing he could run.

At this time, Li Zhaoen and Song Niao Niao had discovered that the door lock had been broken by Qing Chen, and Li Zhaoen immediately called her father, Li Menglin, saying that there was a pervert in the Utopia Tower who had tried to attack Song Niao Niao.

Qing Chen listened to all this and thought, "What's going on?"

He quickly packed up his things, took his kettle, tea, and change of clothes, and went out again.

However, just as Qing Chen was preparing to stay in Intelligence Bureau One, two middle-aged men passed by him.

The familiar steps and posture made Qing Chen frown.

The two middle-aged men looked at him coldly but did not stop, continuing to walk to the end of the corridor.

At this time, Li Zhaoen at the end of the corridor saw the two middle-aged men coming and curiously asked, "Were you sent by my dad? The kid behind you is the pervert I was talking about; it's him, catch him!"

The middle-aged man looked back at Qing Chen but had no intention of taking action; instead, he continued to walk to the end of the corridor: "Your father sent me to protect you."

Qing Chen thoughtfully retreated to his room; he had a judgment: First, these two were definitely not good people, and second, these two probably monitored Li Zhaoen's phone call, because Li Zhaoen called Li Menglin and reported her location, which is why these two men found her.

When the two capable middle-aged men came to Li Zhaoen's side, they looked back at the corridor, confirming that Qing Chen was no longer in the corridor, and suddenly took action to restrain Li Zhaoen and quickly pushed her into the room.

The small door of the room closed again, isolating the sound, as if isolating it into two worlds.

In the room, Song Niao Niao saw Li Zhaoen being controlled and immediately felt something was wrong; she turned to run into the room to get her self-defense pocket pistol.

But the middle-aged man was faster; he had already drawn his gun and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the door frame next to Song Niao Niao, scaring the girl into standing still like a statue.

The middle-aged man calmly said, "It's not easy to find this opportunity; cooperate, transfer the money we want, and you'll be free."

Song Niao Niao weakly asked, "How much money do you want? My money is managed by my parents; I don't have..."

The two middle-aged men looked at each other and continued, "Then let your parents transfer it to our account."

At this time, another middle-aged man walked to the side and whispered on the phone, "Yes, we've found it, don't worry, it's intact, the customer will be satisfied."

As he spoke, he seemed to be discussing the quality of the goods...