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Chapter 165. Places with Internet Access

"A place with...internet access?"

Jiang Jianxin repeated Chu Zhibai's words in a low voice, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression gradually fell into thought.

Chu Zhibai stared at her, and seeing the change in her expression, a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Recalling the man before her who had once been a brilliant and resourceful leader of the Light Empire, she instinctively blurted out:

"Sage... have you already found the answer?"

"what?"

—Wait a minute, has anyone figured out the answer?

Jiang Jianxin was taken aback, then realized that the other party had obviously mistaken her for the "prophet" who could see through everything, and mistakenly believed that she could see through the truth with just a few words.

But she only happened to know some clues; she was far from having the ability to foresee the future like the fortune teller.

Jiang Jianxin then slowly shook his head, his tone low and hesitant:
"I don't know Wen Yu's whereabouts either."

She paused, then added thoughtfully:
"However, speaking of places with internet access... Xingfuli Community actually has internet coverage as well."

Noticing the surprise that flashed in Chu Zhibai's eyes, Jiang Jianxin asked in slight confusion:

"What...you didn't know? Those black devices piled up on the rooftops of those residential buildings..."

"I did notice a lot of black devices on the roof."

Chu Zhibai frowned slightly.

"But what does this have to do with the internet?"

Jiang Jianxin looked enlightened:

"Those are all signal receivers."

She looked at Chu Zhibai in surprise:
"You...didn't recognize me?"

Chu Zhibai covered his mouth:
“If you hadn’t told me, I really wouldn’t have recognized it… I sent a paper effigy to check it out. All those black devices were piled together, with only a dim signal light flashing. There was no other information. Just from the outside, it looked like a black box.”

"I really couldn't recognize that it was a signal receiver."

She looked at Jiang Jian with admiration in her eyes:

"As expected of you."

The words, though meant as praise, made Jiang Jianxin frown.

She discovered those dark devices by chance while playing the role of the terrifying old woman. Later, after a fierce battle with and killing Masaharu Kondo, she went back upstairs to examine these mysterious black boxes closely.

They were just as Chu Zhibai described—square metal shells with no markings on the surface, only a few indicator lights flashing faintly.

Judging from their appearance alone, these machines reveal almost no useful information.

Strangely, when Jiang Jianxin's gaze first fell on these devices, a strange sense of familiarity arose spontaneously.

It's like meeting an old friend you've known for decades again. Even if the other person is deliberately disguising themselves and hiding their identity, she can recognize them instantly—these are clearly signal receivers.

Why does she feel this sense of familiarity?
—When did she see the signal receiver?

Jiang Jianxin didn't know, but she could guess that this must be the experience from one of the other three cycles, though she didn't know which one.

Because it is so profound, even the waves of oblivion cannot wash it away.

Seeing Jiang Jianxin frown, Chu Zhibai thought she had said something wrong. A hint of helplessness appeared on her gloomy and indifferent face. Just as she was about to say something, Jiang Jianxin suddenly waved his hand and mumbled:
"Recognizing that thing is not difficult."

"...But have you tried contacting Wen Yu through electronic devices?"

Chu Zhibai lowered his head and said with shame:
“I didn’t know there was internet in this neighborhood, and the landlord didn’t have any electronic devices at home—so I didn’t try it.”

Jiang Jianxin's gaze slowly swept over Chu Zhibai's residence, only then noticing how cramped the room was.

The entire space is only thirty square meters. Upon entering, you are directly facing the bed, without even a proper entryway.

A makeshift kitchen counter sits right next to the bed, with an old washing machine crammed underneath, barely enough to keep daily life afloat. The room's layout is suffocatingly cramped, with every inch of space forced to serve multiple functions.

The mottled wallpaper and creaking floorboards silently testified to the landlord's predicament, and even the air seemed to thin out due to the excessive crowding.

Jiang Jianxin's gaze swept over the cramped residence of Duke Chu, and the image of Yin Qingyue's spacious bedroom involuntarily surfaced in her mind—this tiny space in front of her was probably about the size of her toilet.

She stroked her chin thoughtfully.

Ok……

It's true that these days, feng shui masters are making a lot of money, whether in the East or the West.

Seeing that Chu Zhibai's landlord was clearly in dire financial straits, Jiang Jianxin didn't say anything, only saying:
“I don’t have any electronic devices at home—but we can steal someone else’s TV.”

If there is internet access, then electronic devices can access the internet, and they can contact Ayu through the internet.

If we contact A Yu, it's no different from contacting Wen Yu.

Chu Zhibai was clearly not a righteous person either; she immediately agreed to stealing electronic devices and began discussing countermeasures:
"My paper dolls can be used to gather intelligence very quickly."

Jiang Jianxin nodded:

"Then let's use your paper doll to see which house has a TV, and then I'll go steal it."

She seemed to remember something, so she walked to the window and pointed to Yin Qingyue's room across the building, saying:

"By the way, could you send a paper doll to that room and check it for me? My landlord is a fortune teller who runs a business, and I have to go back if there are any guests."

Chu Zhibai understood what she meant, and after thinking for a moment, she said:

“It would be a bit troublesome for you to walk back, but I have a way to save you some trouble.”

Under Jiang Jianxin's astonished gaze, Chu Zhibai gently patted the roll of toilet paper on his shoulder.

The plump paper roll wobbled and rose into the air, floating to Jiang Jianxin's side.

The pristine white pages unfurled like flowing water, swirling and wrapping around her.

The paper roll rotated and extended before quickly retracting and recombining, piling up and entwining around Jiang Jianxin's side.

"Buzz-"

In the blink of an eye, a "paper figure" resembling her outline took shape.

Chu Zhibai lightly tapped the paper figure with his finger, and Jiang Jianxin saw the human figure wrapped in the paper towel, its soft surface rippling like waves. In the distorted light and shadow, colorful hues gradually peeked out from the white paper—a brand new "self" had taken shape.

The young swordsman opposite him, dressed in white, smiled and clasped his hands in a spirited gesture.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Jiang Jianxin."

"Nice to meet you?"

Jiang Jianxin stood there, speechless the entire time.

The paper figure in front of him, Jiang Jianxin, looked exactly like himself, and his figure and posture were also similar.

She looked at Chu Zhibai, who said with satisfaction:

"I'll have it go to your room and wait for you. If any guests come, the scroll will take you back. This is faster and more thorough."

Jiang Jianxin hadn't expected her to have such a special ability, and nodded happily, saying:
"It's troublesome."

"Crash..."

The paper figure Jiang Jianxin scattered back into long tissues, and a strip of toilet paper floated out the window, heading towards Yin Qingyue's room.

After doing all this, Chu Zhibai tapped the paper roll lightly with his fingertips, and in an instant, countless pieces of paper fluttered down like snowflakes.

The paper figures, as thin as cicada wings, came to life as soon as they landed, rustling as they lined up and climbed toward the windowsill like a well-trained troop of soldiers.

They deftly vaulted over the window frame and silently scurried away, clinging to the mottled wall.

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