The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 146 The Final Cry
Wang Churan woke up close to nine o'clock in the evening.

An unprecedented feeling of lightness came from my limbs and bones.

She hurried to the bathroom. As the warm water washed over her body, she looked down to look for the wound on her chest, but only saw a barely noticeable pale mark.

She was stunned, water droplets dripping from her hair onto her shoulder.

The reflection in the mirror showed that even the dullness left by years of staying up late filming had disappeared.

With a hint of excitement in her eyes, Wang Churan, without even drying her hair, dressed and went to Zhao Xiaochui.

"Thank you so much. Will you come at the same time tomorrow?"

Wang Churan couldn't help but be excited. While taking a bath, she not only felt her body recovering, but the changes in the smoothness and whiteness of her skin were also obvious. Women are most sensitive to this aspect.

"Is it still necessary?" Zhao Xiaochui asked, looking at her. "The remaining symptoms in your body can completely heal on their own."

“We had an agreement,” Wang Churan said, holding up her phone, which displayed the payment interface of the membership system.

The number 200 million made Zhao Xiaochui's pupils shrink slightly.

Wang Churan took a step forward, water droplets from her hair falling onto the clean solid wood floor: "I'll be back at this time tomorrow."

Her tone left no room for argument.

It was already agreed upon, and besides, who knows when we'll find another opportunity like this again.

She's not stupid; the results speak for themselves, so price has never been an issue.

Is it expensive?

Zhao Xiaochui was unaware that when he used the internal energy of traditional Chinese medicine, the heat flow consumed some of it to ensure that his life force would not be lost.

If fully replenished, according to Zhao Xiaochui's estimate, it would take the life savings of five ordinary people to achieve the same radiant appearance as a superstar.

"I will be waiting for Ms. Wang on time tomorrow."

For the sake of the money, Zhao Xiaochui maintained proper etiquette and gestured for the elevator to open.

"It's getting a bit noisy outside. To prevent any accidents, we should get them to leave."

Wang Churan smiled gently and walked towards the elevator.

Ten minutes later, the van carrying the big star drove away amidst a deafening roar, followed by a frenzied group of paparazzi and fans, leaving behind a mess.

A hardworking figure moved back and forth, cleaning up the scattered scraps of paper and discarded beverage bottles wherever she went.

Zhao Xiaochui walked over and patted her on the back.

The heat from other parts of Ma Jinfang's body was instantly replenished.

This woman...

Zhao Xiaochui looked at her speechlessly—she had replenished most of his heat.

"Master." Ma Jinfang chuckled, his face clearly showing that he had gotten a great deal again.

Zhao Xiaochui looked at the garbage truck carrying six huge trash cans not far away: "Are we going to earn some extra money later?"

Ma Jinfang nodded honestly: "By cleaning up the swill from several restaurants, I can earn an extra 500 yuan a month!"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded: "Ride slowly and be careful."

Ma Jinfang tidied up the plastic bottles on the ground: "Okay, Master, will you continue working?"

"Once we've finished our work for today and safely escorted our employees and customers home, we'll close for the day."

Ma Jinfang suddenly pointed into the distance: "Master, there are many uniformed officers on duty today, it's very safe."

Zhao Xiaochui looked in the direction she was pointing, but couldn't see anything.

“At each intersection,” Ma Jinfang explained.

In other words, Jinchan North Road has been sealed off?

Zhao Xiaochui felt a little relieved.

"Thank you, Aunt Ma. I'm going to get back to work now."

"Master, walk slowly."

Back in front of the glass door where one could stroll leisurely, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly stopped and involuntarily looked back at the path he had come from.

The heat within his body stirred restlessly, and a strange chill rose in his chest.

In the darkness of night, this familiar alley seemed shrouded in an invisible haze, making even the glow of the streetlights appear exceptionally dim.

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"Old Han, your team will be on duty until 11 PM, then return to the station to await further instructions."

"Understood, Director Joe."

At Fatou Police Station, Director Qiao put down the walkie-talkie and rubbed his temples vigorously.

Director Qiao thought about it carefully again before shaking his head.

With nothing else to arrange, officers were on duty at every major intersection in Fatou Xili and had received their equipment. Chief Qiao, dressed neatly, walked past the guardhouse of Fatou Police Station without looking to the side, and headed towards the leisurely stroll.

In the guardhouse, the gatekeeper, Uncle Lou, also ignored the figure walking past the window.

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Dongcheng District, a large courtyard.

Jiang Ying's colleague, Sister B, hurried over, carrying a business bag, clearly having just finished get off work.

"My elderly father was worried and asked me to come and check on him."

Sister B sat down directly in front of the three old men, glaring at them:

What's going on with the three of you?

The three old men exchanged a glance and shrank back.

Jiang Ying finally realized that she had been tricked again!

No wonder people always say that the most elite group of people in China has never been in the business world.

He was repeatedly tricked, but not by someone in his industry.

Jiang Ying suppressed her anger: "Sister, what happened?"

Sister B gave a cold smile and pointed to the courtyard with her finger: "This house never needs anyone to guard it. If a thief comes, they have to call the police. Tell the police that the homeowner should lock the door, otherwise it could easily cause misunderstandings."

Jiang Ying looked at her sister in surprise: "You know this family?"

Sister B's expression darkened: "There's an old man inside, he was my mentor when I first joined the company."

After explaining the girl's question, Sister B looked at the three old men.

"Tell me about it."

The fat old man began to gather the chess pieces: "Director Jiang, we would like to ask your sister for help in analyzing a matter."

Sister B raised an eyebrow: "Chen Guifen?"

The fat old man nodded and began to set up an endgame on the chessboard.

"Two years ago, after the child had an accident, Xiao Chen caused a scene at the bureau."

"We don't understand what happened today."

Sister B sneered: "So what if you understand it?"

The fat old man finished setting up the game and withdrew his hand: "We must ensure the safety of martyrs' widows and orphans like Xiao Chen. Otherwise, what is the point of our struggle?"

Jiang Ying looked at the chessboard. The fat old man was no longer showing his terrible chess skills. The endgame he had set up was a flawless tortoise formation.

She glanced at her sister, and seeing that she didn't respond, asked, "What do you need me to analyze?"

The tall, thin old man took out a newspaper, a major local newspaper in Beijing from a year and a half ago. Jiang Ying still remembered some of the hot news on it—a determined mother searching for witnesses for her child who had been in a car accident.

"She searched for a whole year."

"A year later, she went to the leader and said that the child was not hit by a car, but by a person."

"Because she is a martyr's family member, the higher-ups first sent a psychologist to check if she had any psychological problems. Who would have thought that they would actually issue a diagnosis?"

Jiang Ying understood somewhat. She smiled sarcastically: "I remember when the news reported it, she had been searching for half a year, right? That was in 2018. Was Skynet no longer effective?"

The fat old man stared at the unfinished game: "There was a problem back then."

Jiang Ying took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She forced herself to ignore the so-called 'problem' and asked softly:

"What happened?"

Looking at the unfinished game, the fat old man moved a piece: "The child was hit by one car and then run over by another."

"The vehicle that ran him over has been found, but the one that hit him hasn't been found."

Jiang Ying asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by Chen Guifen saying it was someone who hit her?"

The fat old man put the chess piece back in its original position and sighed: "The last surveillance footage showed that there were no cars or people on that road. Even if there were people, they would need to be faster than a professional athlete to cross that road and knock down the child."

Jiang Ying's body trembled: "How fast did you say?"

The fat old man made another move: "At least three times that of an ordinary person."

This move won't work.

So you want to play a trick on me?

Jiang Ying revealed a cold smile and pointed at the courtyard gate with her slender finger: "Are you really looking for evidence?"
Are you just putting on an act at the door, feeling guilty but too afraid to go in?

The three old men: "..."

This chapter has been reviewed and revised, but the logic is a bit disjointed. I apologize for that.

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