Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 111 Scouting and Dragon Scale Dust Activation Quest

Although Chen Baiyu's gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window, a portion of her attention immediately and precisely locked onto the sudden phone call.

Although Zhang Yuanzhi didn't turn on the speakerphone, it was no different from speaking into Chen Baiyu's ear, who had extraordinary hearing.

now.

A slightly anxious female voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking quickly: "Planner Zhang, I'm in trouble! The leader of the local university folk dance troupe we had previously agreed to meet just called to say that several students in their troupe have suddenly developed acute gastroenteritis and have been sent to the hospital; it's a case of mass food poisoning!"

"We can't get enough performers for tomorrow night's opening act, so the show definitely can't go on! What do we do now? The lineup and schedule have already been printed and sent out!"

"What? Mass food poisoning? Has it been confirmed? How serious is it?"

Zhang Yuanzhi's voice tightened instantly, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a serious expression as he worked.

"It's confirmed! The teacher in charge is frantic; he's in the hospital. He said it's very serious, and he can't rehearse or perform for a while. We can't find a replacement team with the same style right away!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent and clear, like drumbeats striking Zhang Yuanzhi's heart.

He frowned, pacing back and forth unconsciously. "Tsk! How could this happen! What about the other options? Didn't we mention a few local artist studios before?"

"We contacted them, but their schedules were all full, or their asking prices were completely beyond the emergency reserve fund, so the person in charge didn't dare to approve them!"

Zhang Yuanzhi scratched his head in frustration: "Alright, alright! I know! I'm coming right away! Tell Lao Liu and the other managers to come to the small conference room on the third floor immediately! Tell Lao Li to try to contact those street performer groups and see if they can help out in this emergency..."

"Oh, right, let's issue a notice first, saying that due to unforeseen circumstances, the performance will be temporarily adjusted to appease the audience! I'll be right down!"

He gave a few hurried instructions and then abruptly hung up the phone.

Turning around, his face was full of apology and barely concealed anxiety: "Bai Yu, I'm so sorry! Look at the mess this has made, it's so urgent! Large events are most vulnerable to these kinds of unexpected situations!"

Chen Baiyu had already "listened" to the whole process, but her heart remained completely unmoved.

He nodded understandingly, saying, "Business is important, Brother Zhang, you should go ahead and get busy."

Zhang Yuanzhi waved his hand in annoyance, then said seriously, "Don't worry, after we finish this, I'll definitely treat you to a good meal tonight! You should rest first, or take a walk around the hotel. The gym on the top floor has a great view, and the swimming pool is nice too!"

"I'll text you once I'm settled, but it might be around 8 or 9 pm."

He finished speaking very quickly.

There wasn't even time to wait for Chen Baiyu's response.

He rushed out of the room like a gust of wind, leaving behind the dull sound of the door closing.

Chen Baiyu watched it disappear into the distance in silence.

The heavy door closed, isolating the outside world.

The room fell silent instantly. The understanding and consideration on Chen Baiyu's face vanished without a trace, replaced by an icy calm and focus.

The Earth's heir apparent's time is precious.

His real objective for this trip is only now beginning.

His gaze swept across the room again, spreading like invisible tentacles.

The drawbacks of luxury star-rated hotels are now fully apparent: cleanliness, brightness, and excellent service also mean that the numerous surveillance cameras in the corridors are almost unavoidable.

in his vision.

Almost every time they went out, they would go with Zhang Yuanzhi to make the most of their alibi.

Then.

Now, he can't just walk out of the room openly, because that would inevitably leave a video record, which doesn't fit his idea of ​​leaving video evidence in the surveillance footage that he "never left the room".

Thinking.

Chen Baiyu's gaze was fixed on the spacious window.

Below is the back alley area of ​​the hotel, which is relatively quiet.

When Zhang Yuanzhi was helping her choose a room earlier, he deliberately guided her to choose this convenient room.

He walked a few steps to the window and looked down.

The building wasn't very tall, and a gentle breeze whistled softly through the gaps.

Below are neatly arranged air conditioner outdoor units, a narrow maintenance platform, and further down, staggered fire escape exits and dark corners of alleyways.

It seems like there are quite a few places to settle down.

It's actually not that easy to climb.

Leaving from this point is enough to break free from most people's ordinary thinking logic; Chen Baiyu previously used the same tactic when leaving a guesthouse at the airport in Chongqing.

A “path” that could bypass most ground and low-level surveillance and lead to a quiet, adjacent street quickly took shape in his mind.

Having confirmed the plan, he no longer hesitated.

Chen Baiyu took a deep breath and then suddenly pushed open the window, letting in a rush of icy air.

He moved with the speed of a cheetah, bracing himself against the windowsill with one hand, and deftly flipped his entire body out, landing precisely on the huge air conditioner unit platform below, light and silent.

It unfolds in my mind like a pre-calculated roadmap.

He crouched low and moved quickly across the narrow, oil- and dust-covered equipment platform.

Using the protruding vents and pipe structures as cover, they descended to the metal staircase platform connecting to the fire escape in a few leaps.

Avoiding an angle that resembled a surveillance camera at the hotel's back entrance, he slid down the half-rusted fire escape ladder to the ground and then silently disappeared into the shadows of the hotel's back alley.

Thousand Illusions Mask exerts its power from an unknown corner.

Chen Baiyu's figure visibly "thinned," her shoulders narrowed by several centimeters, her once upright back became slightly hunched, and her height decreased by 3-4 centimeters.

The facial bone structure has shifted slightly, the skin has become a bit rougher, and it has a dullness from years of exposure to wind and sun. A few fine lines of fatigue have appeared at the corners of the eyes.

In an instant, he transformed from a uniquely charismatic young man into an ordinary manual laborer in his early thirties, with an average appearance, a somewhat dull and tired expression.

An ordinary person who would never attract secondary attention in a crowd, someone who is busy making a living.

This is who "he" is now.

An image that even Chen Baiyu herself finds unfamiliar and has no presence.

He walked through several messy alleys and silently blended into the crowd on the main road.

His next goal was very clear.

The images from Li Changhong's Douyin video replayed clearly in my mind: the factory gate, the word "New Star" on the backdrop, and Li's greasy face.

Based on my general knowledge of Chengdu's geography and my judgment of road signs and the direction of pedestrian traffic along the way.

He didn't hail a taxi or ask for directions; he walked steadily and quickly toward that particular direction.

Less than an hour.

A somewhat dilapidated factory gate appeared at the edge of the field of vision.

A bright red sign hung at the entrance that read "High-paying job urgently needed for general workers!" and a dozen or so people were gathered around it.

There were middle-aged men with simple, honest smiles and dark skin; young men carrying large backpacks with expectant yet slightly hesitant eyes; and several middle-aged people who seemed to know each other and were chatting quietly while waiting.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap cigarettes and a sense of suppressed anticipation.

Chen Baiyu, who had already changed her appearance several times along the way, found an inconspicuous corner and stood against the cold wall.

He slightly raised his head, but his gaze swept across the crowd like the most sophisticated scanner.

Didn't have to wait too long.

Just over ten minutes later, a loud, familiar, and falsely enthusiastic voice rang out from inside the factory gate:
"They're here! Are you all ready? Have you brought your ID cards? Line up! See that table over there? Register first! Hurry up, the next batch will be delivered to the factory soon!" As the words fell.

Li Changhong's signature chubby face appeared at the door, still sporting his slicked-back hair and wearing a brand-new but cheap-made suit, the belt awkwardly tightening around his bulging belly.

His face was plastered with that professional, enthusiastic smile that said, "Business is here."

While directing a young man in a security guard uniform to maintain order, he continued to paint a rosy picture for the job seekers, spitting as he spoke: "The air-conditioned workshop I told you about is real! Food and accommodation included, the conditions are excellent! As long as you're hardworking and conscientious, earning eight thousand a month is not a dream!"

Chen Baiyu's heartbeat did not quicken.

His eyes remained expressionless.

Just like a hawk locking onto its prey, its gaze was fixed on Li Changhong in a close and inconspicuous manner.

He silently memorized Fatty Li's habitual movements, the subtle facial expressions when he spoke, and the unintentional commanding tone he used when talking to the young security guard...

I will imprint every detail in my mind.

Fatty Li skillfully took the photocopy of the job seeker's ID card, signed his name on the registration form in a flamboyant manner, and then loudly called for the next group to come forward.

Chen Baiyu did not go up to apply for the job.

They simply kept their distance, like an ordinary passerby waiting for a companion or observing.

He has plenty of patience.

They did not lose their composure just because the person was right in front of them.

From morning until nearly noon, job seekers were "arranged" to go deep into the factory area in batches.

Li Changhong's voice finally stopped just before lunchtime.

He raised his enormous gold watch to check the time, exchanged a few words with the security guard, and then turned and walked down a small path opposite the factory gate, seemingly preparing to go home or have a meal.

Chen Baiyu immediately stood up from the corner.

I followed at a safe distance, not too fast and not too slow.

His tracking skills are entirely due to his superhuman observation and reaction speed.

He cleverly used pedestrians, roadblocks, parked vehicles, and even the glass doors of shops on the street as cover and reference points, rarely staring directly at Li Changhong's back.

More often, they rely on peripheral vision, hearing, and the elongated shadow cast by the other person on the ground to locate them.

Li Changhong was clearly unaware.

He walked quickly, his belly bouncing slightly with each step, and occasionally he would take out his phone to check it.

After passing through several relatively bustling streets, we gradually entered an old residential area that looked quite dated. The streets narrowed, the buildings were low, and the walls were peeling and crumbling.

The flow of people had also decreased significantly. Chen Baiyu followed from a greater distance and acted more discreetly.

finally.

Li Changhong stopped at the entrance of an old-style residential community with a sign that read "Guangmingli," chatted with the security guard for a few words, and then went inside.

Chen Baiyu did not follow immediately, but instead slipped to a small grocery store across the street.

Pretend to look at the goods at the shop entrance.

But his gaze pierced through the half-open iron gate and locked onto Li Changhong's back.

Li Changhong walked straight into the unit door of a five-story building not far from the main gate.

Building number 3, Unit 2.

A worn-out electric bicycle, covered in mud, was parked at the entrance of the building.

Chen Baiyu could even see that the numbers on the access control button were shiny and clearly frequently used.

Li Changhong's figure disappeared in the corridor.

Chen Baiyu did not move.

He maintained his newly transformed youthful demeanor, lingering a while at the entrance of the grocery store, seemingly still "selecting" items, while his gaze casually swept over the apartment building.

His gaze followed the five-story old building upwards, quietly watching the motion-activated lights in the corridors illuminate one by one.

After a few seconds.

The lights stopped on the third floor.

A familiar figure soon appeared and walked past a window on the right side of the third floor.

The windowpane reflected white light, and you could see several half-dead green plants haphazardly piled on the windowsill.

The third floor, the residents on the right.

Target location confirmed: Room 301, Unit 2, Building 3, Guangmingli Community.

Chen Baiyu silently memorized all of this.

This includes the approximate locations of the community's exit and entrance, the parking situation downstairs, and the somewhat quiet afternoon atmosphere.

The site inspection is completed.

So what’s next?

Should we go up and take revenge now?

Or should we wait for a more suitable opportunity and a more thorough plan?
While thinking.

Chen Baiyu subconsciously stroked the ring on her hand.

The Dragon Scale Dust Ring was not visible at this point due to the effect of the Thousand Illusion Mask, but Chen Baiyu could still feel it.

Feel the touch.

Before Chen Baiyu could figure out the answer, he received a notification from the system.

【drop! 】

The system's core self-check and update process has been completed.

[Based on recent operation log analysis of #user_001, frequent queries and attempted operations on the rare equipment [Dragon Scale Dust (Upgradeable)] were detected, but the expected functional response was missing, indicating a performance failure.]

The system has confirmed that a conflict in the underlying logic caused the binding and activation process of [Dragon Scale Dust] to be incompatible with this user's unique [Unique] class trait.

[Remediation: A real-time hot update of the core equipment activation module has been completed. An adaptive patch has been forcibly injected in accordance with Clause #4275319 of the core code of conduct.]

[Accept and activate the [Dragon Scale Dust Activation Quest] immediately?]

amount……

This piece of junk can even perform self-checks and updates?

It looks quite convincing.

Recalling the system's past performance, Chen Baiyu felt that it might have been quite a challenge for the system to solve the problem of Dragon Scale Dust's inability to be activated this time.

I wonder if they've just taken things from one functional module to fix another.

Forget it, it's not important.

Chen Baiyu sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. He now had a much stronger resistance and adaptability to any of the strange things this system did.

Without hesitation, the optimistic man chose to activate the Dragon Scale Dust quest.

(End of this chapter)