Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 505: Chapter 505 A Single Oversight in a Hundred Secrets

Feng Jun had actually noticed this person long ago, the very one who went to Tang Laodi to collect the Spirit Stone.

However, he was already aware of this person’s background and was not in a hurry to act, but what he did not expect was that this person had the remarkable ability to get in touch with Sister Hong.

Zhang Weihong did not know what the background of this guy called Chen Ernan was, only that he claimed to have important information regarding the theft case at Luohua Manor and wanted to meet with President Feng to report it.

As soon as Feng Jun heard this name, he knew what was up and directly instructed her to relay a message, “Tell him that I will visit Southern Shaolin later; I don’t need his information.”

When Chen Ernan heard this, his legs went weak—so they already knew about me?

Without saying another word, he took his nephew, hailed a taxi, and went straight to Luohua Manor—he did not dare to drive himself.

Upon reaching the entrance of the manor, he did not say anything else; he just knelt down in the mud.

His nephew wanted to hold an umbrella over him, but he rebuked sharply, “Why use an umbrella? You kneel down too!”

Feng Jun returned an hour later; he had been to the provincial hospital once more, and from thirty meters away, he launched a Divine Sense Attack on that vegetative person from Shinra.

The vegetative person’s body trembled slightly, and his nurse was overjoyed, “Hey, he seems to be waking up.”

Waking up was out of the question; after examination by the doctors, some confusion arose—”The brainwaves have started to become chaotic”?

Feng Jun drove back in his Passat, and by the time he reached the gate, the short gatekeeper had gone to the hospital, and the tall one had been beaten black and blue; now it was he and Gao Qiang guarding the gate together.

As soon as Gao Qiang saw him, he opened the retractable gate without saying a word. At that moment, someone shouted out loud, “Master Feng, for the sake of Master Tanguang, please spare me this once.”

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Master Tanguang… What the hell is this? Feng Jun’s brow furrowed slightly, then he glanced over the man and suddenly remembered, “Oh, it’s you. You dare to come here? Heh, how much accidental injury insurance did you buy?”

“Master Feng, I am under the blessing of Master Tanguang,” Chen Ernan cried out on his knees, “I know I was wrong and have important matters to report to you, hoping to atone for my crimes.”

Feng Jun really had no good impression of him; if it wasn’t for wanting to draw out more people at that time, he would have kept this fellow too—this scoundrel was the real go-between connecting the Shinra people and Tang Laodi.

He wasn’t in a hurry to deal with him now; after all, he knew his background, and considering that Shinra people kept having issues, he could lay low for a while, and then, at the New Year or some other time, just rush directly to this man’s hometown.

However, since the name Master Tanguang was mentioned, he didn’t mind listening to what the other party had to say—in fact, he was more curious about what this blessing from Master Tanguang was about; could there be other Cultivators within the Earth Realm?

So, he inclined his chin upwards, “You… crawl in on your knees; the other one keeps kneeling.”

It was also fortunate that it was raining and there were no onlookers; otherwise, just seeing someone crawl in on their knees would have attracted far too much attention.

He drove the car a hundred meters past the mountain gate and stopped, then switched on the jammer and watched as the other person crawled in inch by inch.

As the man reached the car door, Feng Jun stretched out his hand and spoke indifferently, “What is that protection from your master? Show it to me.”

Chen Ernan, hearing this, hurriedly took out his wallet and retrieved a yellow brocade pouch.

Feng Jun took the brocade pouch, opened it, and pulled out a Protective Talisman. After a brief look, he tossed it to the ground and discarded the pouch as well, scoffing, “What kind of crap is this, that you dare ask me for mercy?”

This Protective Talisman could not stimulate even the slightest emotion in him; it was obviously a scam, which disappointed him greatly.

Chen Ernan had also speculated that there might be such a situation—after all, the supernatural is unpredictable.

So he kowtowed deeply, “I was foolish for a moment and offended the master; please, master, spare my life.”

“Why should I spare you?” Feng Jun sneered, “You have a reason for stealing my things? And you left my gatekeeper seriously injured on your way out.”

“Did I provoke you? You come to cause trouble unprovoked… If you don’t die, others won’t learn to respect me.”

Chen Ernan continued to kowtow, weeping as he spoke, “I beg the master to spare my life; I am willing to compensate the two gatekeepers, brothers.”

“If compensation were useful, what would we need the police for?” Feng Jun was unmoved; he lit a cigarette, exhaled plumes of smoke, and spoke casually, “I am actually not difficult to talk to, but this time, colluding with an internal thief has truly angered me.”

This was his heartfelt sentiment; having half of the Spirit Gathering Array stolen had infuriated him greatly, and what made him even more uncomfortable was the emergence of an internal thief in the manor—haven’t I been generous enough to them?

As for whether one’s actions are generous, different people have different standards. Was Mou Miao generous in his actions? He managed to command Liu Xiaoxuan’s undying loyalty, and when Xiao Meng, the driver, encountered troubles, he covered everything from medical bills to seeking revenge—isn’t that being generous in his deeds?

But Xiao Meng wouldn’t accompany him to Yuyuan, why? Because the salary he offered was still not high enough to make Xiao Meng willing to leave home.

Feng Jun asked himself, he was much more generous than Mou Miao. There was plenty of work in the manor, mostly physical labor, but it included food and board—if they were willing to live in the manor—and, on top of that, an income of seven or eight thousand yuan per month, which was really not bad.

The people he hired were not the Zhengyang drifters who wanted to buy houses in Zhengyang but local residents, most of whom had their own homestead land. Working for three or four years was enough to build a nice little building.

Strictly speaking, the wages of the gatekeeper were a little lower than theirs. For one, the gatekeeper’s job was relatively relaxing, and secondly, the gatekeeper was from out of town; the money spent outside of the Zhengyang region would be worth even more when used in the lower-tier cities.

But how dedicated was Men Gang! Not only did he dare to stop anyone, but he was also very alert while on duty at night. To prevent thieves this time, he even had his arm broken.

Yet the workers in the manor were still thinking about stealing things to sell.

This time, Feng Jun was truly angry. Up to now, he had taken seven lives—Park didn’t die, but it was almost the same as being dead—yet his anger had not been fully vented; he still needed to kill a few more at least.

He didn’t hide his emotions from Chen Ernan in front of him, “Considering that you’ve been kneeling for so long, I’ll give you a piece of friendly advice… buy more insurance.”

Chen Ernan kept kowtowing relentlessly, his forehead hitting the cold, muddy water and making a “pap pap” sound, “I have important things to report. I hope to atone for my crimes with my merits.”

Feng Jun laughed, “Oh? Then let’s hear it.”

That said, he really had no intention of sparing the other party, just as he asked Tang Laodi so many questions but eventually threw the guy off the building all the same.

Feng Jun considered himself a person of principles, but he didn’t believe that promises had to be fulfilled—being principled to those who aren’t was simply pedantic.

Chen Ernan took him seriously and thought for a moment before asking, “Master, were you present at those murders this morning?”

“Hmm?” Feng Jun frowned and hummed displeasedly.

He didn’t speak, but that sound alone conveyed his attitude—Are you bored, or do you intend to judge me?

“I’m sorry, my mistake,” Chen Ernan raised his hand and gave himself a heavy slap, “What I mean is, if you, Master, were present at the time, I hope you didn’t bring your mobile phone…”

Watt? Feng Jun’s brows slightly furrowed, but inside, he was hit by a storm of shock: Did he actually guess my cheat?

However, the truth was not as he thought. Chen Ernan explained to him that due to the successive murders, the police would surely take massive measures to investigate—and the other cases might be overlooked, but the sudden death of the driver from Shinra was too malicious.

That’s right, if the domestic product dies, they die, but foreign friends are different.

A massive investigation has many means, such as Skynet, the mass line, and so on, all of which are methods, and at such times, no one cares about the cost.

Among them, there is a technological means called mobile phone tracking. It’s not necessary to target a specific phone number to query its location; instead, it’s sufficient to identify which phone numbers were hanging on the nearby base towers at the time.

To put it simply, people use mobile phones where signals vary in strength, which indicates how well you’re connected to the nearby base station. Investigating the nearby base station will reveal which phone numbers were in the vicinity at the time.

This feature could be achieved a long time ago, but it’s only become common now.

For a base station, there are mobile phones connecting and disconnecting every minute, every second; nowadays, there are too many base stations. To investigate these data in real-time is feasible, but to look into a specific past moment requires a huge database for support.

But what Chen Ernan said went beyond that. As he knew, it didn’t matter if your mobile phone was switched off; as long as you were in the area at the time and had your phone with you, others would know you’d been there!

Fortunately, because of data size constraints, it’s currently only possible to check real-time positioning from the carrier; historical positioning data can’t be retrieved—this information exists only in individuals’ mobile phones or some APP software cloud data.

Chen Ernan heard such operation suggestions next to the police, and at the time, he felt fortunate, thinking this method could likely help the police lock onto Feng Jun— even if you have supernatural powers, you might not have the ability to strike from afar, right?

Now, however, he planned to beg for mercy, so it wasn’t a time for feeling fortunate, but to promptly inform the other party that there might be such a loophole.

“Hmm,” Feng Jun nodded, showing no expression on his face, “Anything else?”

Despite appearing calm on the surface, he was somewhat startled inside. As a humanities scholar, he was quite ignorant about these matters, and this was the first time he heard that even a turned-off mobile phone could reveal one’s past whereabouts.

This news served as a wake-up call to him; after all, he needed to use his mobile phone as a medium to achieve his adventures.

And operations like “People Nearby” could actively display the location of one’s mobile phone.

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