freenovelworld Chapter 2443 - 1544: A Man’s Intuition (Part 2)
Chapter 2443 - 1544: A Man’s Intuition (Part 2)
Qing Gege is just too clever.
After being tricked once, she won’t be fooled again.
"How much?"
Jiang Chen asked with a calm expression.
"Six hundred and eighty."
The cashier girl proactively raised the payment code.
Jiang Chen took out his phone and scanned to pay.
"Brother Fu."
A few sturdy guys quickly entered the barbecue shop, glanced around sharply, and then approached Jiang Chen’s table, greeting Fu Zili respectfully.
The fact proves.
Being detained is only a big deal for ordinary people.
"Take my two friends home."
Fu Zili instructed, then reminded Tie Jun: "Set the time for the bachelor party and let me know."
Tie Jun made a gesture of understanding.
The group walked out of the shop.
Fu Zili’s Range Rover was already parked by the roadside.
"See you."
The lifelong acquaintances waved goodbye and successively got into their cars.
"Sanjian Courtyard."
The driver among them started the Maserati.
Jiang Chen leaned back on the rear seat, sighed softly, "Qing Gege, you really don’t give me any face, huh."
"Face isn’t given by others."
Fang Qing retorted directly, looking out the window.
The dim light reflections on the glass seemed like the clearest Milky Way in her eyes.
It’s clear she’s awake; despite claiming to be brothers, those guys actually take great care of her. Just look at tonight’s drinking, she had only half of what Jiang Chen and two others drank.
Jiang Chen, who was rebuffed by her words, smiled helplessly and exhaled the alcohol, "I need to go to the bathroom again, what should I do."
"Hold it."
"..."
Luckily, Junzi Barbecue Shop is close to Sanjian Courtyard, and there weren’t many cars on the road at night. With clear roads, the Maserati entered the courtyard gate in just over ten minutes.
It was already past eleven thirty, nearing midnight, the courtyard was quiet and silent.
"Just go straight."
Jiang Chen was still directing.
Due to the narrow roads inside the courtyard and the randomly parked cars, after they entered Sanjian Courtyard, Fu Zili’s subordinate drove cautiously.
"Swish..."
Suddenly.
Two bright beams shot from ahead, glaring in the dark surroundings.
Fu Zili’s subordinate instinctively stepped on the brake, slowing down the car again.
After adapting slightly, they discovered the light source was from an oncoming green-licensed business car.
No wonder the headlights were so bright.
Narrow road encounter, both cars slowed down and moved to the sides, barely passing each other.
Jiang Chen glanced at the MPV passing beside, realizing it was a model that once sparked nationwide debate because its design looked like a traditional Eastern coffin, coupled with its high price, leading to widespread mockery.
Someone actually bought this car?
That’s the power of numbers.
No matter how peculiar a thing is made, there’s always someone willing to buy.
Because of Jinhai’s move into the new energy vehicle industry, Jiang Chen had looked into this market, inevitably hearing about the famed coffin car, but truth be told, seeing it in reality was rare, especially in Sha City.
This was the first time.
And still inside Sanjian Courtyard.
A car costing tens of thousands isn’t something average folks could afford as a toy.
"Stop."
Maybe on impulse, Jiang Chen said.
The Maserati stopped immediately.
Fang Qing was surprised to see someone pushing the door open and getting off.
Almost home, couldn’t he hold it for this short distance?
After getting off, the person didn’t act indecently or against public morals, just watched the distant new energy MPV.
In the dark night.
Hmm.
Even more like a coffin, the air seemed to be filled with a sinister sense.
"Do it quick then."
Fang Qing came out, standing by his side.
"Quick what?"
The person, perplexed, turned.
"Aren’t you going to the WC?"
Wasn’t this scrutinizing someone’s kidney function?
Jiang Chen didn’t explain, since that test report had been thrown into the trash by Pei Yunxi, he redirected his gaze to the entrance, the MPV had already exited the gate.
"I feel a bit unlucky."
It’s not superstition.
Running into a coffin-like car at night would make most people uneasy.
But Fang Qing wouldn’t be among "most," as a law practitioner, she’d usually be a firm materialist.
And at this moment.
It was evidently a usual situation.
"Have you seen this car before?"
Fang Qing turned, looking at the courtyard exit together, the MPV had completely exited the gate and turned, no longer looking so eerie.
"No."
"So you don’t find it strange?"
Jiang Chen’s behavior seemed like he drank too much.
Fang Qing didn’t waste words with an alcohol-fueled guy, "Walk back by yourself."
With that, she got back into the car alone.
"Bang."
The door shut.
Then.
The Maserati started, leaving someone behind.
Alright then.
It was actually just half a minute’s walk away.
The person seemed oblivious to being left alone, still pondering at the empty gate.
A few minutes later.
He slowly walked downstairs.
The Maserati was already parked and shut off.
On the way back, he actually met the driver.
Qing Gege remained loyal, standing beside the car, evidently waiting for him.
"Solved?"
Alright then.
Apparently, Qing Gege wasn’t intentionally leaving him but thoughtfully provided a chance to resolve his urgent needs.
Jiang Chen shook his head, didn’t explain, and headed into the building.
"Going home to sleep."
The two climbed the stairs in the dark, only faint moonlight came through the lattice, even forgetting to use phone flashlights.
Sometimes, the dim environment creates more atmosphere.
[No littering or discarding of garbage, prohibited]
Warning graffiti on the wall had long blurred by time, countless ads also showed degrees of yellowing.
"Do you smell that?"
Jiang Chen wrinkled his nose.
Fang Qing inhaled, her eyebrows also furrowing, evidently having similar feelings.
It wasn’t an indescribable stench.
The graffiti on the wall was painted years ago, when there were many kids, naughty ones, now those living here are mostly the old generation.
"Could someone still be renovating?"
The narrow corridor was filled with a clear paint smell, and a very "fresh" one.
This place is scheduled for demolition this year; it makes no sense for anyone to waste money renovating.
Unless like Boss Jiang, faced with uncontrollable force, the water heater leaking, the door damaged.
Moreover.
There wasn’t any smell when leaving this morning.
The higher they climbed, the more intense the smell got, making Jiang Chen and Fang Qing cover their noses involuntarily.
"Tap..."
Turning the stair corner, half a floor away from home, Jiang Chen suddenly felt a sticky sensation underfoot, like stepping into some liquid.
Jiang Chen looked at the steps above.
He needn’t speak; Fang Qing had already taken out her phone.
"Swish."
The flashlight turned on, a brilliant light instantly dispelled the darkness in the stairway. As they saw the scene ahead, both visibly changed expression.
"Drip, drip, drip..."
The viscous liquid was slowly seeping down the steps.
The scarlet hue was striking.
Not blood.
It was paint.
Bright red paint.
They kept silent, quickly stepping over the flowing paint up the stairs.
Upon reaching each other’s doorsteps, excepting Jiang Chen, even with Fang Qing’s mental fortitude and emotional control, she couldn’t suppress her angry wave, visibly reflecting on her face.
She instinctively tightened her hands, pursed her lips.
The pungent smell forced the alcohol out from within, Jiang Chen gently patted Qing Mei’s tightly clenched hands as comfort.
His place fared better, the recently changed door intact, but in front of him, Fang Family’s door was doused with thick paint; the flashlight shone on it, indeed looking a bit like blood.
Reflected in the flashlight’s glow, Jiang Chen stood silently beside Qing Mei, eyes flickering.
"See, I told you, didn’t seem lucky."
"Sometimes, we should trust a man’s intuition too."