Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

The door was quickly opened a crack, revealing Lu Yichuan's face with tightly furrowed brows.

His sharp gaze quickly swept behind her, making sure no one was there, then he grabbed her arm, forcefully pulled her inside, and then closed and locked the door behind him.

This is an extremely simple one-bedroom apartment.

The walls were mottled, and the furniture was sparse, consisting of only an old sofa, a folding table, and a few plastic stools, with some miscellaneous items scattered on the floor.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, with only a few faint rays of light filtering through the edges, barely illuminating the room.

There was a smell of dust mixed with instant noodles in the air, and a bulging black garbage bag stood in the corner.

"You are twenty minutes late."

Lu Yichuan lowered his voice, his tone unfriendly and clearly agitated.

But the taut lines of his shoulders relaxed slightly, revealing a hint of relief.

"Sorry, there was a bit of traffic on the way..." Chen Su clutched her chest, still shaken, her eyes quickly scanning the room.

Besides Lu Yichuan, there was a man sitting in the corner wearing a dark gray hoodie and a black baseball cap.

His hat brim was pulled low, obscuring his face.

He was tall and thin, his head bowed as he intently fiddled with a laptop in front of him. The screen flickered with a faint blue light, illuminating the lower half of his pale, bloodless face.

A pair of slender, long fingers rapidly tapped on the keyboard.

He seemed completely oblivious to the presence of another person in the room, utterly absorbed in his own world.

"Where is it?" Chen Su turned to Lu Yichuan, her voice low and filled with barely concealed anxiety.

Lu Yichuan picked up an inconspicuous brown paper bag from the worn-out sofa and tossed it to her. "There's cash inside, not much, but enough for you for a while. Be careful with your money, don't be extravagant."

His tone remained firm.

He then picked up a black, unbranded candybar phone and an unopened SIM card from the folding table and handed them over together.

"This is a new phone with a new SIM card. It only has one number stored on it, which you can use in an emergency. But remember, don't use it unless absolutely necessary. If you do, it might be tracked."

Chen Su took the item, her fingers trembling slightly with nervousness.

She quickly opened the paper bag and glanced inside. It contained a thick stack of banknotes of varying ages and denominations, ranging from one hundred to ten yuan. It was clearly prepared intentionally to avoid attracting attention.

She hugged the paper bag tightly to her chest.

"And identity..." Lu Yichuan said, turning his gaze to the tall, thin man in the corner.

The man seemed to be awakened and stopped typing.

He slowly raised his head. His face under the brim of his hat was pale and ordinary, with no special features, and even looked haggard from long hours of staying up late and malnutrition.

He glanced at Chen Su, his eyes vacant and devoid of emotion, then silently picked up a transparent plastic file bag from beside the computer and handed it over.

Chen Su's heart jumped into her throat as she took the file bag.

At the very top is a brand new second-generation ID card.

She pulled it out, her gaze falling on the photo.

It is her, but not entirely her.

In the photo, her hairstyle is deliberately old-fashioned, her makeup is so light it's almost plain, and her eyes are calm and even a little cold and hard, completely different from her usual radiant and bright self.

Unless one is extremely familiar with the photo or carefully compares it with another, it would be difficult to immediately associate this ID photo with Chen Su.

Her name was "Li Ling," an ordinary name that was completely unremarkable, and her address was a small county in a remote province that she had never heard of.

Below the ID card, there is also a brand new social security card corresponding to "Li Ling's" identity.

The document bag even contained several forged "employment certificates" and "college diploma certificates" with blurry official seals; the positions and schools were obscure and inconspicuous.

"This is all we can do for now," the tall, thin man finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, his speech rapid, carrying a sluggishness born from a long period of isolation. "It's fine for general checks at train stations, bus stations, or small hotels. But for systems that require in-depth online verification... it won't last long."

"That's enough... that's really enough... thank you..." Chen Su's voice choked, a surge of gratitude and sorrow welling up in her heart, making her eyes burn.

She turned to Lu Yichuan, tears welling in her eyes, "Thank you, Lu Yichuan... really..."

Lu Yichuan turned his face away, seemingly very uncomfortable with her vulnerable and grateful appearance. His tone remained stiff, even a little impatient: "Don't give me that. I... had someone take care of your bracelet. The money is in the envelope. I've already deducted the money for the phone and these documents from it."

He paused, his brow furrowing even more deeply, as if after a fierce internal struggle, before lowering his voice and saying with a warning, "You...are you really sure? My brother...he's not an ordinary person. You can't escape. Even if you manage to get away this time, what if he finds you...have you thought about the consequences?"

"I have to try..." Chen Su met his gaze, her voice soft but resolute, "Otherwise, I really will go crazy."

Lu Yichuan looked at her pale yet resolute face and remained silent for a long time.

In the end, she just scratched her head in frustration, as if giving up on persuasion: "...Whatever. Hurry up and go, don't dawdle. There's a car I called downstairs, license plate number 9431, a black Volkswagen. The driver will take you to the nearest long-distance bus station. You decide where to go, don't tell me."

He emphasized the last four words.

Chen Su nodded vigorously, carefully stuffing the cash, cell phone, and document bag into a large canvas bag she had brought with her, hiding it under a few other miscellaneous items.

She glanced at Lu Yichuan one last time, countless complex and surging emotions welling up in her chest, ultimately condensing into a single, repeated "Thank you."

Thank you, Lu Yichuan.

She opened the door and quickly disappeared into the dimly lit hallway. Her footsteps faded into the distance.

Lu Yichuan leaned against the closed door, listening quietly to the receding sound. The impatience and irritability he had been putting on gradually peeled away, revealing the complex heaviness beneath.

He glanced at the tall, thin man in the corner who had re-immersed himself in the world of code, his Adam's apple bobbing as he muttered a curse under his breath.

"Hold."

It's like venting some kind of pent-up emotion.

"Brother Chuan," the tall, thin man said without looking up, his fingers flying across the keyboard, his voice still flat and emotionless, "the traces here have been cleaned up. But... her side, your brother's side, I'm afraid we can't hide it for long."

Lu Yichuan didn't speak, but silently walked to the closed and somewhat dirty window.

He roughly pulled back a corner of the curtain, squinted, and looked down through the blurry glass.

Downstairs, Chen Su's petite and slender figure appeared in a hurry. She looked around and quickly found the black Volkswagen with its hazard lights on.

She opened the car door and quickly got in.

The car started, turned around, and quickly drove out of the dilapidated street, disappearing around the corner of the messy buildings in the distance.

Lu Yichuan lowered the curtains, plunging the room back into darkness, with only the faint glow of the computer screen illuminating a small area.

"I know," he murmured to the empty room.

The voice was very soft; it was unclear whether it was a reply to the tall, thin man or a statement to herself.

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That evening, Lu Yichuan returned to his suburban villa. As soon as he pushed open the door to the entrance, he stopped in his tracks.

The main lights in the living room weren't on; only a small floor lamp next to the fireplace was lit.

The dim, yellowish light outlined the tall, aloof figure on the sofa.

Lu Yu, dressed in a dark suit, casually flipped through a financial magazine he had pulled from Lu Yichuan's bookshelf. He didn't even look up when he heard the noise.

The air froze instantly, carrying a sense of impending doom.

Lu Yichuan's heart sank, almost leaping out of his throat.

He forced a calm demeanor and forced his usual playful laugh: "Brother? What brings you here? You didn't even tell me beforehand, I didn't prepare anything..."

Lu Yu slowly closed the magazine and placed it aside.

He then raised his eyes, his gaze calmly landing on Lu Yichuan's face.

The gaze wasn't sharp, nor did it show any obvious emotion. It wasn't like scrutiny; it was more like a calm, knowing look.

"Where did you go today?" Lu Yu asked, his voice neither loud nor soft.

Lu Yichuan's heart skipped a beat, but he maintained a playful smile: "I didn't go anywhere. I just hung out with some friends at a few parties and had a few drinks. What's up, bro? Checking up on me?"

Lu Yu didn't respond to him, leaning back slightly and tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest. "West of the city, old cotton mill dormitory area, unit four."

He gave an address, the meaning of which was unclear, but it instantly sent a cold sweat down Lu Yichuan's back.

That was where he met Chen Su today.

"That place... is pretty remote. What are you going there for, bro?" Lu Yichuan chuckled dryly, trying to bluff his way out of it.

"My men went to check it out," Lu Yu said softly. "Room 402, someone went in and out this morning. The traces were cleaned up very well, the work of a professional. It's a pity, there were cigarette butts downstairs, shoe prints at the door, and... the shopkeeper across the street, she has a good memory."

With each word he spoke, Lu Yichuan's face paled a little more.

Lu Yuze turned his gaze to the window and continued slowly, "That old town area has old and dilapidated surveillance cameras with less than 20% coverage, making it a good place to hide."

"However," he paused, then added, "the cameras at the intersections leading into and out of the main road, as well as near the long-distance bus station, are quite clear."

His gaze returned to Lu Yichuan's suddenly tense face, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curve slightly.

"A black Volkswagen with the license plate ending in 9431 drove out of the intersection of the cotton mill dormitory area at 9:36 a.m. and arrived at the West City Long-Distance Bus Station at 10:16 a.m."

Lu Yuze's narration was precise down to the second, as if he had witnessed it firsthand: "She bought a ticket for the next train to L City in the neighboring province, and paid in cash. The station's surveillance cameras captured her profile. Although she was wearing sunglasses and a mask, her figure and certain little habits... couldn't lie."

Lu Yichuan's fingers clenched quietly at his side.

His brother found out.

He knows everything.

They even knew exactly where Chen Su had gone!

That Chen Su...

As if seeing through his thoughts, Lu Yuze's voice rang out again, with an air of complete control: "L City is a transit point with many trains and a diverse flow of people. Choosing it as the first stop to hide temporarily isn't a stupid idea."

"but."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze fixed intently on Lu Yichuan's face. "Since you've decided to help, shouldn't you have done it more thoroughly? Giving her a flimsy fake identity that's easy to expose, a little cash that can't withstand scrutiny, and then leaving her all alone in that kind of chaotic place..."

"Yichuan, isn't this favor you're offering a bit too childish, and a bit too... irresponsible?"

Lu Yichuan's throat went dry; he wanted to explain, but no sound came out.

Lu Yuze's gaze made him realize that any sophistry was pale, powerless, and foolish in the face of absolute control and facts.

Lu Yu then stood up and walked to Lu Yichuan.

He was slightly taller than Lu Yichuan, and at this moment, his eyes were slightly lowered. The oppressive feeling of looking down at him made Lu Yichuan almost unable to breathe.

"It seems I've been too lenient with you all these years. I gave you the illusion that some boundaries could be tested, and some people... could be touched."

He reached out, not to hit or scold, but to pat Lu Yichuan's shoulder with a little force, just like when they were children.

But that force was a warning.

"This is a one-time exception, Yichuan."

Lu Yu withdrew his hand, straightened his cuffs, and his tone returned to its usual calm, "I'll handle my own affairs and my own people. As for your friends and those... hobbies and investments under your name, try to tone it down a bit lately. Go to the Munich branch next month for six months and learn how to settle down and do something productive. Your assistant will arrange your plane ticket and accommodation."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Lu Yichuan, who was standing there with a pale face, and walked straight to the door.

As he gripped the doorknob, he paused slightly, without turning around, leaving behind only a light, airy remark:

"As for her... once she's tired of wandering around and has seen enough, she'll naturally know where she should go back to."

"The outside world looks novel, but actually... it's not that fun."

The door was gently closed with a soft "click".

Lu Yichuan was the only one left in the living room, and the yellow nightlight was still on.

He felt cold all over and stood there motionless.

Until a long time later.

Lu Yichuan slowly exhaled, raised his hand to wipe his face, his palm was icy cold.