Night's Nomenclature
Chapter 393: Manufactured Accidents

The most fearful aspect of unexpected events is that you never know when they will occur.

Therefore, when facing such opponents, you can only maintain the utmost caution and vigilance, ready to defuse any crisis.

Over time, people who are constantly anxious will fall into mental turmoil, unable to sleep well, unable to concentrate on anything, and even develop paranoid delusions of persecution.

Such a state can be maintained for a day, but not for a year.

No sooner had Seventh Team under Qing Chen arrested someone from Intelligence Third Division than Qing Xing had already set himself to watching.

Even someone like him would occasionally feel worried.

It is conceivable that during the Shadow Succession of the Four Wheels, even if other candidates were still alive and participating, their spirits must have been extremely exhausted.

Of course, there is an even better way: to end the fate of the one who writes the fates of others.

Just like a simple principle: if you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who creates the problem.

Make others follow your rhythm, instead of you following theirs.

Moreover, Qing Chen felt it was a pity that Qing Xing had obtained this Forbidden Artifact, as there were clearly better ways to use it.

Of course, now is not the time. The most important thing for Qing Chen right now is to prepare for the Shendai Jingbian trade two days later.

Qing Chen picked up his phone and dialed Qing Zhun's number: "Have you found them?"

Qing Zhun replied with a smile: "Easier to find than expected. There are a total of three moles. How should we handle them?"

Qing Chen was silent for two seconds: "Is there evidence?"

"Yes."

"Transfer them directly to the Procuratorate and initiate public prosecution."

"Not going to kill them?" Qing Zhun laughed: "Supervisor seems very merciful, but if the cost of betrayal is too low, others will betray in the future."

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "I admit what you said makes sense, but they were turned before I arrived, so there's no turning back."

"Alright, the Boss has the final say!" Qing Zhun replied with a smile: "I'll start the public prosecution process here, so you don't have to worry about it."

In Qing Chen's view, the difference between Qing Zhun and Qing Hua is that, although the former has never truly submitted, his abilities are exceptionally mysterious.

For example, this time he instructed Qing Zhun to catch the moles, and the latter only took six hours to find them.

He is like an observer drifting on the edge of Seventh Team of Intelligence Bureau One, never empathizing with the agents, and never having a sense of belonging to Intelligence Bureau One Seventh Team.

Qing Chen had seen his file. Qing Zhun had arrived here half a year ago and hadn't done anything significant since.

Originally, Qing Hua thought Qing Zhun was here to take over the Supervisor position, but after arriving, he seemed to spend his days loafing around until Qing Chen's arrival.

In fact, Qing Chen had always had a guess about Qing Zhun's identity, but he had never been able to confirm it.

He walked towards another block and suddenly saw several students walking on the long street, distributing leaflets to passersby.

This scene was familiar; he had seen it on the Light Rail train in City 10.

Those students, with enthusiasm and ideals on their faces, were telling pedestrians about the march they would be holding in ten days and their ideas for educational reform.

A student walked up to Qing Chen: "Which school are you from?"

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "First High School of Fifth District."

The student smiled: "Then you must be a good student. First High School is hard to get into. By the way, this is our march leaflet. Would you like to take a look?"

At this moment, Qing Chen was thinking that Yang Yang had said that she was going to represent Black Spade in organizing Student Protest activities in City 10.

So, if the march is in 10 days, does this mean that Yang Yang is likely already in this city?

Qing Chen asked curiously: "Is there a girl named Yang Yang among the organizers of this march?"

A female student shook her head: "No."

"Okay, thank you," Qing Chen turned to leave, not intending to participate in the march.

As the Supervisor of Seventh Team of PCA Intelligence Bureau One, participating in a march would not be appropriate.

The next second, a male student said: "You may think that this march has nothing to do with you, most people think so. But this time, the Federation's education system is oppressing us. If you don't stand up, next time the Federation's Conglomerates oppress the workers, and you still don't stand up, when one day you also Face^[-] the Conglomerates' oppression, no one will stand up for you!"

Qing Chen turned back and said seriously: "I admire your courage, but I really can't participate in this march, I'm sorry."

The students didn't say anything more, no harsh words, just quietly watched Qing Chen leave.

This made Qing Chen realize that this Student Protest had mature organizers. They understood very well that the march needed restraint, and even if they couldn't win over those who agreed with them, they couldn't push away potential passersby.

The march is for the correct demands, so it must be done with the correct behavior.

The success of the march in City 18 has already had a profound impact on the entire Federation, and the most excited are the students everywhere.

Qing Chen took two steps when he suddenly heard someone shouting: "Who told you to distribute leaflets here?"

A student explained: "We have already obtained approval for the march, why can't we distribute leaflets?"

"That won't work either, no distributing leaflets here!"

Qing Chen turned around and saw three PCE Public Security Committee agents blocking the students' path.

The agents were holding batons and were about to snatch the leaflets from the students' hands.

He sighed and walked back: "As far as I know, if a march is approved, then distributing leaflets is reasonable and legal."

A PCE agent looked at Qing Chen: "Get out of here, don't interfere."

Qing Chen didn't say much. He took out his credentials and held them up in front of the PCE agent: "I hope you still have the courage to say that to me after you've read this."

The next moment, the PCE agent was dumbfounded after seeing the credentials: "Sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you, you…"

Qing Chen waved his hand: "Go ahead."

After speaking, the PCE agent pulled his two colleagues and turned to leave.

The students who were distributing leaflets stared blankly as the agents left. When they came back to their senses, Qing Chen had disappeared.

In the students' minds, only the figure in the white sportswear remained, clean and flawless.

A female student picked up her phone and dialed out: "Sister Yang Yang, just now a young man saw us distributing leaflets and asked if we knew you. In order not to expose you, we said we didn't know. However, he seems to be a very high-ranking official. The PCE agents were going to snatch our leaflets, but they ran away as soon as they saw his credentials."

The girl on the other end of the phone laughed: "What clothes was he wearing?"

The female student said: "A white sportswear."

Yang Yang laughed: "Still that white sportswear… Next time if you see him again, you can say you know me directly."

"Ah?" the female student asked curiously: "Sister Yang Yang, do you know him?"

"I've known him for a long time."

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There are only 12 hours left until the Shendai Jingbian transaction.

However, Qing Chen, the Supervisor of Seventh Team of Intelligence Bureau One, seemed to have evaporated from the world, and no one could find him.

Logically speaking, there are quite a few intelligence personnel in City 10 now, so it shouldn't be difficult to find a person.

But two strange things happened in this city: Shadow Candidate Qing Yuan disappeared, and Seventh Team Supervisor disappeared, and no matter how they searched, they couldn't find them.

Seventh Team was not worried, after all, Qing Hua could still receive messages and orders from the Boss every day, at least they knew that the Supervisor was fine.

But the other intelligence teams were different. They were casting their nets all over the world to inquire about information, fearing that this Seventh Team Supervisor was brewing some big move again.

The scariest thing is not finding a palm-sized tarantula in your home.

But when you want to smack it to death, it disappears...

Yesterday, when three agents from Seventh Team were publicly prosecuted by Qing Zhun, the Intelligence Bureau One building was in an uproar.

Usually, when moles are caught in such places, they are secretly executed. It was the first time they had seen a public prosecution.

Several Supervisors were wondering if the agents of Seventh Team would be a little panicked at this time?

You know that every time there is a purge within the organization, some innocent people will be implicated, after all, catching moles is a rather strange matter, and you can't tell who is and who isn't.

It's easy to make people panic when catching moles.

But the problem lies here. The other intelligence teams suddenly discovered a problem: after the three moles were caught, the matter did not escalate but quickly subsided.

The agents of Seventh Team seemed to have been given a hallucinogenic drug, not taking it to heart at all, and continued to "perform rituals" in the large office on the third floor.

At this time, Qing Hua was sitting cross-legged on the ground Cultivating, Qing Yi walked around the large office from time to time to give everyone enlightenment, and then returned to the office to cultivate her own meridians.

Originally, the agents were a little worried about what side effects this Cultivation method would have. After all, there were too many side effects from the Cultivation methods on the market. If they were not careful, they would turn themselves into a joke.

However, when they saw that Qing Yi was also Cultivating this Zhunti Method, they were immediately relieved.

Qing Zhun sat next to Qing Hua, crossed his legs, and took a bite of an apple: "Hey, where do you think our Supervisor has run off to? Probably a third of the intelligence personnel in this city are looking for him, but they can't find him!"

Qing Hua didn't speak and continued to concentrate on Cultivation.

Qing Zhun continued: "The Shendai Jingbian is going to be traded tonight. Are you panicking?"

Qing Hua still didn't speak.

Qing Zhun: "You say…"

Qing Hua couldn't bear it anymore: "Can you chat with someone else, big brother? My Cultivation talent is not good to begin with. If you do this, the agents will all be promoted, and I'm still stuck at the Small Heavenly Cycle! Also, aren't you going to Cultivate?!"

Qing Zhun said with a cheerful smile: "I'm an Awakened One, I don't Cultivate. Never mind, you Cultivate, I'll go chat with someone else."

After speaking, he walked aside and squatted next to Yang Xuyang: "Hey, where do you think our Supervisor will go?"

Yang Xuyang: "…"

The agents in the office almost felt that this Qing Zhun Supervisor could become stronger by absorbing other people's negative emotions?

And Qing Zhun was thinking about Qing Chen.

At this time, he had changed into a different outfit, used the Forbidden Artifact ACE-005 Da Fu to change his Face^[-], and was standing on a wide street in the Third District.

He walked into a coffee shop and leisurely bought a Southwest coffee.

There are no Americanos, Lattes, or Cappuccinos in the Inner World. Almost all of the Federation's coffee beans are produced in the Southwest region. The Li Clan, Qing Family, and Chen Family all have production bases for planting there.

Therefore, there is only Southwest coffee here.

The coffee is transported from the Southwest, so the transportation cost is very high, making it something enjoyed by the privileged class.

Coffee shops are also a unique type of shop in the upper three districts. Some cities also have them in the Fourth and Fifth Districts. Many Federation citizens even consider it an honor to have been to a coffee shop once.

After Qing Chen got his coffee, he silently sat in front of the transparent glass window, surveying the outside.

No one knew what he was observing.

The next moment, Qing Chen glanced at the time, got up, and walked outside.

The sun was shining just right outside, and a convoy of three vehicles linked together was approaching rapidly from the distance.

Qing Chen was on the sidewalk, walking towards the approaching convoy.

While walking, his hands, which were originally in his pockets, were pulled out, and a wallet in his pocket fell to the ground.

A man not far away saw this scene and immediately ran over to pick up the wallet and ran in the opposite direction.

However, the man ran too fast and accidentally knocked down a woman who was walking her dog.

After the woman fell, the dog leash that she was holding came loose, and the huge pet dog ran wildly towards the middle of the road.

A car that was driving by in order to avoid the pet dog, swerved directly towards the approaching convoy.

With a loud bang, the lead car collided with the out-of-control vehicle, unable to avoid it.

The fallen woman, the man who picked up the wallet, the runaway dog, and the colliding cars were all tied together by a wallet that fell on the ground.

It was as if someone controlled a key called fate, opening a new door.

With a click, the car door opened.

A bodyguard got out of the car to check the situation. After he understood what had happened, he walked back to the car and whispered, "Boss, it was an accident."

Qing Wen, sitting in the back seat of the executive-class car, had a livid expression. He murmured, "Qing Xing… is never going to end this, is he!"

"Boss, what do we do now?" the security personnel asked in a low voice.

"Cover me while I switch cars, leave one person here to deal with the traffic accident, and the others escort me home," Qing Wen said sternly.

After the vehicles left, Qing Chen walked in another direction, which was the road Qing Wu usually took to go home.

Qing Chen also prepared an accident for Qing Wu on behalf of Qing Xing.

Qing Xing probably couldn't imagine that there was someone in this world who could replicate the accidents he manufactured, just by using his brain.

In fact, Qing Chen had tried as much as possible to calculate accidents, but it was a bit difficult to plan accidents alone.

When planning against Qing Wen just now, he had to sprinkle some canine attractant in the middle of the road, otherwise there would be no way for the pet dog to run wildly into the middle of the road.

Therefore, the accident manufactured by Qing Chen had flaws. If someone carefully investigated here and found the attractant on the ground, they could prove that this was a man-made accident.

But none of this mattered. The important thing was that Qing Wen and Qing Wu thought it was Qing Xing who did it.

Qing Xing is usually protected by the security personnel his parents assigned him. Unless Qing Chen risked being targeted by the Qing Family by using Daybreak's Conquer with Virtue, he temporarily had no good way to deal with Qing Xing.

The gunshot of Conquer with Virtue is unique and easily recognized.

If he sniped Qing Xing, then he would have to Face^[-] the relentless pursuit of Qing Xing's parents, right?

However, when you have no way to deal with an enemy temporarily, you can find a few more enemies for this enemy.

This way, there will be many people targeting him together!

Now that Qing Yi is sheltered by Intelligence Bureau One and is about to become the most powerful Shadow Candidate, many people will probably target him.

Therefore, using Qing Xing's light to cover up Qing Yi's light seems very interesting too.

"Interesting," Qing Chen said.

He didn't know when he started, but he actually had the same quirk as that Shadow Master of the Qing Family.

The customers in the coffee shop and the pedestrians on the roadside were all pointing and whispering about this sudden accident, while the instigator, Qing Chen, had already walked far away.

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When night fell, Qing Xing was silently playing with an old matchbox at home. The matches accumulated in the box made a rustling sound.

Forbidden Artifact ACE-054, the old matchbox, would have an extra match every day, and it would not disappear even if it was not used.

When Qing Xing got the matchbox, it was full of matches, and he had not used them all up to this day.

He recalled the scene that afternoon. The teenager in the firelight's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the flames, penetrating his mind and deterring his mind.

Can the other party see him?

He probably can't see him.

Qing Xing pondered with a cold Face^[-].

Just then, a phone call came in. He glanced at it, and it was Qing Wen.

"Hello, Qing Wen," Qing Xing said calmly.

But he heard Qing Wen on the other end of the phone saying: "I don't care how you did it, but if you use that inexplicable ability on me again, we'll fight to the death."

After speaking, Qing Wen hung up the phone.

Qing Xing huddled on the sofa for a long time. The accident he arranged for Qing Wen was a long time ago. Why did the other party suddenly call at this moment?

Qing Xing instinctively felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Before he could figure out what the problem was, Qing Wu actually called too.

"Hello, Qing Wu," Qing Xing said.

On the phone, Qing Wu said coldly, "If you dare to use your ability on me again, I'll twist your head off."

After speaking, Qing Wu also hung up the phone.

Qing Xing felt a burst of grievance. He really had never arranged Qing Wu's fate, because Qing Wu's level was too much higher than his, and he simply couldn't influence the other party's fate.

The principle is also very simple to explain: Qing Wu's life is harder...

Qing Xing slowly pondered, Qing Wen and Qing Wu, wouldn't they have encountered accidents on the same day and then blamed him?

He suddenly realized a problem. If everyone started to suspect him, would everyone blame him for all the accidents in the future?

Wait, would someone deliberately create accidents and then frame him?

Qing Xing was a little hesitant, because he was not sure if anyone in this world could do this.

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