Fast Travel Absurdity Sutra

Cang Yong was unable to dodge and was hit in many places. His body was covered with wounds and his clothes were stained with blood.

His eyes were filled with fear and he stepped back repeatedly.

"who are you?"

Cang Yong's voice trembled with fear, and he was completely defeated by this sudden nightmare.

"I'm the one who came to take your life and seek justice for those you've hurt."

Lantian said coldly, his voice like a judgment from hell.

After saying that, Lantian smashed Cang Yong's heart with the short stick in his hand. Cang Yong's eyes widened, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he slowly fell down and died.

Lantian looked around and after making sure there was no more threat, he began to search the bedroom and study carefully.

She knew very well that Cang Yong was colluding with the enemy country and must be hiding important evidence.

Sure enough, in a hidden compartment, she found several encrypted letters and some confidential documents, which detailed their rebellion plans and transactions with the island country.

She also discovered a secret room behind the wardrobe in her bedroom, which contained many encrypted letters, confidential documents and contact lists of island spies.

She placed these evidences neatly on the bedroom table along with other items that could prove their identities.

Let anyone who enters the bedroom tomorrow see it at first sight and then turn around and walk out of the mansion.

After setting up the scene, Lantian quietly left the mansion and ran towards the mountain behind the Cangyong villa area.

She climbed a tall tree, hid among the dense branches and leaves, and waited quietly for what was to come.

The sky gradually brightened, and the first ray of sunlight shone on the land of the capital.

Cang Yong's driver, Lao Zhang, arrived at the door of the mansion on time as usual.

He looked at his watch, feeling a little confused.

Normally at this time, Cang Yong would have come out long ago.

Lao Zhang went forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, the nanny Aunt Wang gently opened the door.

"Master Zhang, you're here! The boss hasn't woken up yet," Aunt Wang said as she hurried to the kitchen, where porridge was still simmering.

Lao Zhang walked into the living room and sat on the sofa waiting.

Time passed minute by minute, but Cang Yong still did not show up.

Lao Zhang couldn't help but whisper to Aunt Wang:

"Aunt Wang, what's wrong with Minister Cang today? He's never this late normally."

Aunt Wang also felt something was wrong:

"I don't know either. Why don't you go to the room and take a look?"

Old Zhang nodded, stood up and walked towards Cang Yong's bedroom.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He called out "Minister Cang" a few more times, but there was still silence.

Old Zhang felt an ominous premonition in his heart and slowly pushed open the door.

"what!"

A terrified scream shattered the morning silence.

Old Zhang saw Cang Yong and Kuraki Yoshiko lying in a pool of blood with some documents on the table. He was so scared that he collapsed to the ground and ran to the study next door trembling. He used the study's landline to call the police.

"Hello, is this the Criminal Police Brigade? This is the home of Minister Cang Yong, the Minister of Education. Something terrible has happened! Minister Cang and his wife have been killed!"

Lao Zhang's voice was tearful and full of fear.

"what?"

The police officer who answered the phone was full of disbelief.

You know, the security measures in the residential complex where the minister lives are as tight as an iron barrel. How could someone sneak in and kill the minister?

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He found it unbelievable, as if he had seen a ghost!

However, no matter how surprised it is, this is a big deal, definitely a bombshell in the capital today.

Not long after, the sound of sirens came from far away and a team of police quickly rushed to the scene.

Leading the team is Li Ming, the criminal police captain of the Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau in Beijing. He has a stern face, sharp eyes, and rich experience in criminal investigation.

Li Ming ordered his men to seal off the scene, and then walked into the bedroom.

Seeing the tragic scene and the evidence on the table, Li Ming frowned.

He picked up the documents and looked at them carefully, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

"I'm afraid this isn't just an ordinary murder case. These documents show that Cang Yong and his wife are likely spies from the island nation."

Li Ming said.

If so, it is not murder but justice.

The police began a detailed investigation at the scene, the forensic doctor examined the body, and trace experts looked for possible clues.

Li Mingze asked Lao Zhang and Aunt Wang what happened. The two were still in shock and told him everything.

Lantian, who was on the mountain, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the police's actions. She quickly changed her clothes, went down the back mountain, and quickly blended into the crowd on the street.

She knew that her plan had succeeded and Cang Yong's crimes would soon be exposed to the world.

But she also knew that this was just the beginning and the island nation's spy forces would not give up.

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After several days of investigation, the police understood the identities of Cang Yong and Kuraki Yoshiko as spies, but found no clues about the murderer.

Lantian's spiritual consciousness had been closely monitoring the Public Security Bureau, following the progress of the case. She learned that the police had not yet caught all of the subordinates discovered by Cang Yong.

She knew that she needed to continue taking action in order to completely destroy the influence of the island country's spies in the capital.

Now, Cui Jinshan from Peking University has also been arrested by the police.

When Li Ming held a case discussion meeting with the bureau, several policemen believed that they had not caught all the spies developed by Cang Yong.

Lantian suddenly remembered that Cang Yong was particularly fond of arranging one-on-one communications. For example, their parents had accidentally run into the fishmonger at the vegetable market. Of course, this time, the fishmonger had already been arrested.

She suddenly remembered that when she was searching for information in Cang Yong's bedroom, she had come across a code book. Her memory was amazing, and she had a photographic memory. Not only could she remember the entire code book, but she also remembered that Cang Yong had left a copy of the information casually on the bookshelf.

At that time, she reached out and took it out, reading it from beginning to end. Of course she remembered the content.

She suddenly became excited, thinking it was just an ordinary book.

It turns out that this is a book of secret codes.

Lantian worked hard in the room for a whole night and finally translated all the secret codes that Cangyong used in his single-line communication.

She wrote down the entire code book and the information, wrote down all the codes she translated, and threw them into the yard of the Public Security Bureau's Criminal Police Team in the dark of night.

As for how Li Ming used it, that was none of her business.

These codes are almost all poems. It can be seen that Cang Yong has an extraordinary interest in ancient Chinese poetry.

The first one is about tea: "How does the fragrance of tea linger? Half a cup of tea makes me think of old songs."

"The ancient road is full of thoughts, and the breeze in my sleeves reminds me of Nan Ke."

The second secret code for the meeting was still related to tea, "The bamboo stove is boiling, the tea smoke is lingering, do you remember the willow bridge we built back then?"

"The fragrance of the jade cup drifts in my mind, and I can't forget the waving of the battle flags of the past."

The third one is, "The bells on the eaves of the inn are ringing, the night rain is long. Where are you coming from?"

"The mountains are covered with shadows of clouds, and old dreams are stained with autumn frost. My heart is attached to my hometown."

The fourth one is, "The wine flag flutters in the wind, and the guests arrive late; the ancient road is long and long, and I miss my return."

"The candlelight flickers, but the people remain silent. The journey is long, and the determination remains unshakable."

The fifth one is, "The river is vast and the boat is far away, the waves hit the side of the boat, and my thoughts are endless."

"The sails flutter, but the dream remains. The wind sings by the sea, guarding the country's safety."

The sixth one is, "The tide rises and falls at the pier, do you remember the glorious past?"

"The clouds rise and fall atop the mast, and today our mission rests on our shoulders."

Wait, there are a lot!

Lantian finished the translation and handed it all over to Li Ming.

The early morning sun shines through the thin clouds and gently shines on the streets full of rustic atmosphere in the late 1950s.

The old houses on the street in front of the Public Security Bureau are arranged in an orderly manner, with mottled walls.

On the telephone pole, the loudspeaker was playing passionate red songs. The inspiring melody echoed in the air, adding vitality to this quiet morning.

Lantian was wearing a simple black cloth shirt and an ordinary cloth hat, and he naturally blended into the bustling crowd.

She had just taken advantage of the early morning shift change at the police station to cleverly drop the key information she had collected about the Cang Yong spy organization, as well as an anonymous letter of warning, onto the table in the mail room of the Public Security Bureau.

She watched the security guard who had just changed shifts look at the information, pick up a stack of information, trot into the main building, and then turned and left.

After finishing all this, the hunger in her stomach became stronger and stronger, so she walked towards a steaming breakfast stall on the street.

The breakfast stall was set up next to an old locust tree. The morning breeze blew gently, and the branches and leaves of the locust tree rustled.

Several simple wooden tables and benches are neatly arranged. Some of the table corners are slightly worn, witnessing the coming and going of countless diners.

The stall owner was a slightly plump uncle wearing an oil-stained apron.

He was deftly serving customers steaming hot soy milk and handing them fried dough sticks fresh from the pan. The dough sticks glowed with an attractive golden luster in the sunlight.

Lantian found an empty seat and sat down, ordering a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks.

While she was eating, she observed her surroundings calmly.

At this moment, a thin middle-aged man came out from the corner of the street in a hurry.

His footsteps were hurried and chaotic, and the sound of his soles scraping against the ground quickly alerted Lantian to something unusual. One of his legs seemed injured, but he was forcing himself to look the other way.

He was wearing a Mao suit that had been washed to a pale color, with the collar buttons buttoned tightly.

But even so, it was hard to hide the panic and vigilance in his eyes.

The man's eyes were like a frightened bird, constantly scanning around, as if he was avoiding something, or as if he was eagerly looking for something?

Lantian's attention was instantly attracted to him, and her keen intuition told her that there was something wrong with this man.

The man walked straight to an inconspicuous teahouse not far from the breakfast stall.

A faded curtain hung at the door of the teahouse, swaying gently in the breeze.

Lantian's heart moved. Based on her intuition, she felt that this person might be related to Cang Yong's spy organization.

So she hurriedly finished her breakfast and followed quietly.

In the teahouse, the aroma of tea wafts through the air, and several elderly people are sitting leisurely drinking tea and chatting.

The man walked around the teahouse. His steps seemed casual, but in fact, every step was full of temptation.

His eyes wandered around the corners, and finally he sat down in a dimly lit corner and ordered a pot of tea.

Lantian walked into the teahouse, sat down at a table not far from him, and ordered a cup of tea.

She observed the man calmly, only to see him constantly looking at the door and tapping his fingers on the table at a very fast frequency, a sign of extreme nervousness and anxiety.

After a while, another man wearing a black felt hat came in.

He walked into the teahouse with steady steps, but his eyes were sharp as he quickly scanned everyone in the room. When his gaze met the man in the corner, their eyes locked instantly, as if an electric current was passing through them.

Then the man in the felt hat walked straight over and sat down opposite him.

Lantian immediately became alert. She pricked up her ears, leaned forward slightly, and tried hard to hear their conversation clearly.

"How does the fragrance of tea linger? Half a cup of tea makes me think of the old songs."

The man in the felt hat spoke softly, his voice so low that it was almost drowned out by the noise in the teahouse, but Lantian still caught it keenly.

This unique sentence is exactly the same as the secret code she knows for espionage.

Lantian's heart trembled, and his eyes were fixed on them.

The thin man was slightly startled, obviously not expecting to receive a secret signal at this time and place. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but years of spy training made him calm down quickly and replied:

"The ancient road is full of thoughts, and the breeze in my sleeves reminds me of Nan Ke."

Hearing this answer, the man in the felt hat nodded slightly, took out an oil-paper bag from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

He casually pushed it in front of the thin man and whispered, "This is an order from above. Please deal with it as soon as possible."

Lantian remained calm on the surface, but the teacup in his hand tilted slightly, as if it was touched by the bustle in the teahouse.

Her eyes always followed the two spies closely, and her ears did not miss any slight sound.

When the man in the felt hat stood up and prepared to leave, Lantian moved his fingers slightly under the table, and a strand of spiritual power shot silently towards the thin man like a silk thread.

The thin man's eyes suddenly froze, and his body slumped limply onto the table, falling into a deep sleep. The tea drinkers around him continued chatting and talking, completely unaware of this slight abnormality.

Lantian put down the teacup, stood up slowly, and quietly followed the man in the felt hat.

On the street, people come and go, and men wearing felt hats blend in with the crowd. Their steps seem casual, but they are actually alert.

Lantian cleverly used the crowd and street stalls as cover, always keeping a distance from him that was neither too far nor too close.

When passing by the Public Security Bureau, Lantian took advantage of the crowded moment, clipped the note he had written in advance in his hand, and gently tossed it. The note floated like a butterfly onto the table of the guard at the door of the Public Security Bureau.

The security guard just delivered some information to the captain this morning, and the captain kept asking him if he had seen the person who delivered the information.

Where did he see it?

I didn’t expect that he would come again just after breakfast?

Who is it?

He looked around but found nothing.

Alas, no wonder he can only be a doorman!

He quickly resigned himself to his fate, picked up the note, and quickly ran towards the main building again.

The note briefly described the situation of the spy who had fainted in the teahouse and urged the police to arrest him immediately. There was no time to lose.

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The man in the felt hat seemed to be aware of something and walked around the street several times, looking around constantly, trying to find out if anyone was following him.

Lantian flexibly hid behind the shop door and in the gaps between the crowd, cleverly avoiding his sight.

After a long time, the man saw that there was nothing unusual, so he walked towards his home.

It turns out that the man in the felt hat is the last hidden chess piece that Cang Yong buried in the capital, codenamed Cang Ying.

Cang Yong is well aware of his numerous crimes. Once he is caught, he arranges for Cang Ying to take three other hidden spies to assassinate all the scientists in the capital in order to disrupt the country's scientific research development.

And today is the last time that Goshawk will issue a mission.

At this time, the other two had received the order and started to act.

Lantian followed Cang Ying to his residence, and as soon as he entered the door and had not yet reacted, he jumped in and subdued him.

Lantian took out a truth pill from his arms and forcefully stuffed it into the hawk's mouth.

Under the influence of the drug, Goshawk slowly revealed the shocking secret: Fu Ming from Peking University was given an assassination order yesterday, and the one who carried out the assassination mission was the spy Brown Bear.

Lantian did not dare to delay for a moment. She quickly knocked Goshawk unconscious, found a rope to tie him up tightly, and blocked his mouth with a rag to prevent him from making any sound.

Afterwards, Lantian found a phone in the house and dialed the Public Security Bureau's number, telling them Goshawk's hiding place and the spy plan he knew about.

She recorded the conversation between the two and Goshawk's statement with a simple recording device and placed it in a conspicuous place on the table to facilitate police evidence collection.

After doing all this, Lantian rushed to Jingda University in a panic. She had to race against time to save Fu Ming and stop this terrible assassination.