Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo looked at each other, and they both felt a strong sense of incongruity. It was nothing strange that this middle-aged man was called Lao Li, but facing someone like Finkel who looked like a foreigner at first glance, how could he call him "Lao Zhang"?

"Oh, I told you, didn't I go to look for my buddy's wife? I didn't find his wife, so I asked some of his relatives to come." Finkel pointed at Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo behind him and said to the middle-aged man Lao Li, "Xiaolu, Xiaonuo, Xiaohui, come and call your Uncle Li."

"Hello, Uncle Li." Lu Mingfei, Nuonuo and Eiry greeted the middle-aged man politely. The two profilers looked at each other calmly, as if they had discovered something strange.

"Are these your buddy's relatives?" Old Li glanced at Lu Mingfei and the others in surprise, and then saw Su Xiaoyan on Lu Mingfei's back, "Who is this woman?"

"She's my buddy's sister. She just came out of the hospital. She's not feeling well, so she went to sleep." Finkel lied with his eyes open, his face unchanged and his heart not beating. He pointed at Lu Ming, Eri, and Nuonuo and said one by one, "She's my buddy's nephew, my buddy's sister-in-law, and my buddy's cousin, they're distant relatives."

Nuo Nuo's eyes couldn't help but twitch.

"You brought her here even though she was in the hospital?" Old Li was obviously wary. He looked at Su Xiaoyan several times and even suspected that the people in front of him were human traffickers.

But when he saw the looks of Nono and Eri, his doubts were somewhat dispelled, because who would want such pretty girls to be human traffickers? With the looks of these two girls, they would definitely have no worries about food and clothing!

"Alas, what good would it do for me to lie to you? It's really his sister and his relatives, I have called them all here." Finkel used his acting talent to the fullest, "I don't mean to disturb your rest, I just want the key to my buddy's room again, and take his relatives to see if he has left anything here."

"Haven't you looked for it?" Old Li muttered, "Although this is a wasteland, it is also a government asset. I broke the rules by letting you go once before."

"Rules are dead, but people are alive." Finkel pushed an aluminum box towards Lao Li. "Please be flexible. The relatives know that it's not easy for them to come here in the heavy rain. The children are very filial. Lao Li, just think of it as a nap."

Old Li took the aluminum box, opened it a crack, saw a few high-quality cigars and a shining gold coin, and then put it into his pocket without saying a word.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, what are you talking about? I was asleep anyway." Lao Li smiled. "I don't know who took the key from the cabinet, and I don't know if anyone came today. It was raining so hard, it's normal for someone to hide from the rain when passing by. They all come and go quickly. Anyway, I didn't see anyone."

"I understand, I understand. Old Li is indeed a righteous man." Finkel stood up, picked up a bunch of keys from the cabinet next to Old Li, and called Lu Mingfei and others to leave.

"Hurry up, remember to return the keys later!" Lao Li couldn't help but remind.

"You can trust me, Zhang, in doing my job!" Finkel waved his hand.

After closing the door behind him, Finkel motioned Lu Mingfei and the others to follow him downstairs.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Li? You seem to be very familiar with that man." Lu Mingfei asked.

"I just met him a few hours ago. I only know his last name is Li and he used to be an employee here." Finkel said, "This place has been abandoned, but it is still nominally managed by someone. Lao Li lives here and earns several thousand yuan a month. He has no worries about food and drink. He works for the government and lives a pretty comfortable life."

"Your buddy?" Nuonuo asked in a low voice.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be the husband of the woman Lu Mingfei carried on his back. I made up an identity and said he was his friend. I gave him some good stuff, and Lao Li didn't doubt me." Finkel whispered, "Before I set off, I found the coordinates of this city at the bottom of the Norma database, a crimson confidential file from more than a decade ago. There really is something fishy about this city."

"That Chu Zihang's father is actually a member of the secret party?" Nuonuo looked at Finger in surprise, "I didn't expect you to have such a skill."

"Hey, I'm just here to look for my friend. Aren't you all his relatives?" Finkel started to talk nonsense again. "My buddy seems to have worked here before. Even Lao Li, who used to work here, is not sure if there is such a person. I can't remember his name either. This character seems to be fictional, but this building is full of traces of his life."

"His name is Chu Tianjiao." Lu Mingfei said. He was also a little surprised. Is this really the place where Chu Tianjiao lived?

In his impression, Chu Tianjiao was a driver, and his boss had a cooperation with the Black Prince Group, but Lu Mingfei knew nothing about his life, such as where he lived or where he often went.

"We're here." Finkel stopped in front of a room on the first floor. The iron door was rusty and covered with moss. It was unknown how many microorganisms had made their homes on it.

Finkel found an inconspicuous key from a bunch of keys, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it twice, and with a "click", the lock opened.

The rusty iron door was pushed open, and Nuonuo subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

Chapter 970 Hunter's Hut

Judging from the environment in the corridor, it is not uncommon to find rats and cockroaches everywhere inside the door.

But surprisingly, when Nuonuo opened the door, he didn't smell any bad smell, only a faint musty smell. It was a miracle that a house that had not been lived in for several years and was located in the wilderness had only a little musty smell.

"Not here yet, not here yet. This is equivalent to the first underground floor. We are going to the second underground floor." Finkel said.

There was another door inside the room. Finkel led everyone to the door, and everyone could smell the pungent smell of kerosene.

"I heard that this place used to be an air-conditioning room and a temporary warehouse. Because there were not enough dormitories in the back, they were separated out to make temporary dormitories, but they will be used for several years." Finkel pushed open the door.

Unexpectedly, the air here is quite fresh, with only a faint smell of dust and no smell of mildew at all. A clean little room is presented in front of the people, with a double bed of 1.5 meters wide, with gray sheets on the bed, a simple bedside table, a table and a chair, a kerosene lamp on the table, a small refrigerator in the corner of the room, a clothes basket on the side of the inner wall, and a trash basket next to it. This is all the things in this room.

There is a steel wire rope on one side of the room, which is used to dry clothes. A black leather jacket is hung on it. The floor and walls are original cement, without any paint or decoration. The few things are neatly arranged in an orderly manner. This room has no windows, but you can hear the buzzing sound of the air-conditioning compressor next door.

"Based on the size of the clothes and the style of the bed sheets, the person living here is a man, probably between 35 and 45 years old." Nono whispered, "He doesn't seem to have any bad habits, he likes to be clean, and he can withstand loneliness very well."

When Nuonuo saw the room, she activated her profiling ability. She could only analyze this much because the things in the room were very limited... As for Loneliness, he had a strong ability and could live in such a simple place. He must be a person who could endure loneliness.

The entire room was only about a dozen square meters in size and one could see the end at a glance, but Lu Mingfei still scanned the room up and down several times. There were no rats or cockroaches as expected, and there were not even any scattered instant noodle bowls, beverage bottles, or toilet paper.

This place doesn't look like a place where a middle-aged man lives alone. If Finkel lived here, the garbage would have piled up into a mountain in less than a week.

"You haven't touched this room, have you?" Nono asked Finkel.

"No, actually when I came..." Finkel was about to say something, but was stopped by Nono with a wave of his hand.

"From now on, don't make any noise." Nuo Nuo gave Lu Mingfei a look. Lu Mingfei nodded and handed Su Xiaoyan to Finkel.

The door was closed, and the sound of the air-conditioning compressor was blocked out a lot. The air in the room seemed to have stopped flowing, and the room felt a little stuffy.

Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo walked from the door of the room along the walls on both sides and groped their way into the room. They paced slowly, running their fingers across the walls, examining every object in the room with their eyes.

Finkel didn't care about them and just used a more labor-saving method to hold Su Xiaoyan. He knew that Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo had entered the profiler's observation state.

A few minutes passed until Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo met at the foot of the bed. Lu Mingfei was holding a few magazines and some crumpled paper balls in his hands, and Nuo Nuo was holding a photo frame in his hand.

"'Yilin', 'Zhiyin' and 'Story Club' are some very common magazines. They are sold in every newsstand in this city. Middle-aged men and women like to read them." Lu Mingfei showed the magazines to Nuo Nuo and stretched out a few crumpled pieces of paper. "Invoices from restaurants, foot massage parlors and massage parlors. They were found in the trash can. The dates are seven years ago. They are not particularly high-end places. The consumption amount is probably between several hundred and more than a thousand yuan per time. But I don't think Chu Tianjiao spent this. He used to be a driver. This should be the bill paid for his boss."

"Do you have any useful information about Chu Tianjiao?" Nuonuo asked.

"I remember that he was about 40 years old. When he came to Shilan Middle School to pick up Chu Zihang, he always drove a black Maybach, which was his boss's car. According to Chu Zihang, he talked a lot, loved to eat braised large intestines and super spicy chicken wings, and always said that he wanted to save money for Chu Zihang's future wife." Lu Mingfei recalled the memories about Chu Tianjiao that he had asked Chu Zihang about. "Because he felt that his personality was a bit similar to mine, Chu Zihang talked a little more to me when he asked me."

Nuo Nuo closed his eyes and frowned unconsciously because he found something wrong.

It was very contradictory. The Chu Tianjiao described by Lu Mingfei and the one she "saw" at the moment, logically speaking, was a greasy middle-aged man who liked to brag, flatter and show off. How could such a man live in such a monotonous basement for so many years?

Nuonuo looked at the jacket hanging there. It was not a brand name, but the fabric was very expensive. If a man like him wanted to buy clothes, shouldn't he spend several months' salary to buy an Armani or a more famous brand? Why would he wear such an expensive jacket whose value others couldn't tell?

Lu Mingfei was also thinking. He fantasized about the life of a middle-aged man isolated from the world, listening to the noisy sound of the air-conditioning compressor day after day, staying in a room without seeing the stars and the sun. He loved braised large intestines and spicy chicken wings but never ate them in the room. He was smooth in person but his private life was meticulous, even monotonous.

"It's so strange. If Chu Tianjiao is really like what you said, he has too many conflicting characteristics." Nuo Nuo shook his head and said, "It's hard to imagine that there is such a contradictory individual in the world, unless you have a problem with your impression of him, or..."

Nuonuo paused here, and Lu Mingfei helped her complete the rest of her words: "Except when he appears in front of everyone, he is pretending to be himself."

"There is too little intelligence available, unless we do an in-depth profile." Nono whispered.

“But that’s too dangerous, isn’t it?” Lu Mingfei shook his head and said, “Using deep profiling to simulate a completely contradictory individual might lead to schizophrenia.”

"Hey, hey, hey, can I talk now?" Seeing that Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo were discussing without any progress, Finkel couldn't help but interrupt.

"It's better if it's useful." Nuonuo glanced at Finkel. She was still trying to construct an image of Chu Tianjiao in her mind.

"Aren't you curious about where I found my bazooka and cigar?" said Finkel.

Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo were stunned. Yes, as profilers, they were eager to restore Chu Tianjiao's state when he lived here when they entered the room, but they all ignored that Chu Tianjiao, who was disguised as an ordinary person, could not put a spear bazooka in his room? Moreover, there was no ashtray in the whole room. How could a man who cleaned the room meticulously not prepare an ashtray when smoking a cigar?

"Isn't this the place where Chu Tianjiao lived?" Nuo Nuo frowned slightly.

"No, from what I know about Brother Waste, if this wasn't where Chu Tianjiao lived, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of bringing us here." Lu Mingfei glanced around the room, "Is there a secret room here?"

This was also the inspiration he got from entering the secret room full of books and newspapers in the Shilan Middle School Foundation Building yesterday...but he had just looked at the entire room and couldn't find where the secret door was.

"How is it possible?" Nuo Nuo frowned even deeper. "We have all received the highest level of reconnaissance training from the Executive Department. If there is a secret room hidden in a house, how could we not see it?"

"There is a possibility." Lu Mingfei said softly, "Chu Tianjiao has more experience in counter-reconnaissance than us."

"Then how did this loser find it?" Nono glanced at Finkel, his eyes full of distrust.

"Junior sister, you really underestimate me. I am a paparazzi, and paparazzi have a keen sense of smell." Finkel pointed to a place in the room. "You are all profilers. When observing the scene, you will subconsciously stay where you are. But I am not like that. When there is only one resting place in a room, I can't help but lie down there."

Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo looked in the direction of Finkel's finger. There was the only bed in the room. The bed was made of cement poured on the floor and blended in with the entire room. But according to Finkel, there seemed to be something wrong with this bed?

Not caring about maintaining the original appearance of the room, Lu Mingfei first sat on the edge of the bed, and then lay down on it. Then he felt a strong sense of incongruity.

"It's so hard, not comfortable at all. Sleeping on this bed is no different from sleeping on a concrete floor." Lu Mingfei stood up, looked at Eri and asked, "Eri, is your bed very soft and comfortable?"

Eri nodded. She had also been living alone in a room for many years. Life like that was already very lonely and unbearable. If her bed was still uncomfortable, she would run away from home no matter what.

Nuonuo also lay down, and just as Lu Mingfei said, she immediately found the problem... According to the layout of the room and the owner's personality, he was a meticulous person. He could endure the noise and monotonous life day after day, but if he didn't even have a comfortable bed to sleep in, such a person would simply have a masochistic tendency.

Nuonuo lifted up the mattress, along with the entire wooden board underneath, and discovered that on the cement bed frame was a secret door made of welded iron sheets and iron frames. The door panel and the edge of the bed fit together tightly without any bumps or unevenness. A heavy padlock was embedded in a special groove.

"It's really a secret room that only a guy like you can find." Nono rolled his eyes at Finger, "When a normal person enters a strange house, who would think of going to the cat's bed first?"

"You should be happy to have a teammate like me." Finkel smiled and threw the key he found in the bedside table to Nono.

There was no staircase under the secret door, but a very long steel pipe, no one knew how many meters long it was. Several people slid down one after another.

Everyone was surprised. The space below was unexpectedly large. In the pitch-black basement, even walking echoed.

Finkel took out an old-fashioned projector from somewhere. He turned on the projector, and the projected light instantly illuminated the entire space. Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo couldn't help but gasp, and Eiry covered her mouth in surprise.

This is a house of at least 100 square meters, which is completely different from the cramped and simple little room above. It has all kinds of things.

The first thing that catches your eye is a wall. Rather than a wall, it is more like a whole wall of collection shelves. There are hardcover books and ancient parchment scrolls. The things here are not comparable to those magazines that cost a few dollars or even dozens of dollars each. There are also vinyl records, from Elvis to Queen, from classical music to jazz, all kinds of them. These black films are stacked together, all of them are original, and the number of them in the world is very rare. There are probably thousands of them here, and they will definitely be sold at a sky-high price.

There is an old-fashioned phonograph in the corner. It is made of pure copper and looks like an antique. It should be used to play these records.

There were aluminum boxes in a display cabinet. Lu Mingfei opened a few of them at random. They were all filled with cigars. Each one was made in Cuba. Even someone like him who didn't like smoking cigars could name the old brands. Caesar's favorite models could all be found here.

Then there is wine. A romantic man cannot live without wine, whiskey and brandy, and premium red wines from major wineries around the world. There is also a cocktail table on one side of the wine cabinet, on which are placed all kinds of utensils and tools for cocktail making. It seems that the owner of the house is a very professional bartender.

The posters include signed photos of Marilyn Monroe and real photos of the Titanic, which are framed in high-end frames. The display cabinets are filled with various famous watches and cameras, from Rolex to IWC to Patek Philippe, from Leica to Sony.

Although the entire room has no walls, it is divided into several parts by invisible partitions. The fitness area has professional-grade barbells and gantry; the bathing area has a bathtub and perfume, and the bath towels are velvet. The wardrobe is filled with custom-made suits and extremely expensive leather shoes; the most exaggerated thing is the big bed in the center of the room, which is covered with authentic Australian sheepskin, the pillows are mink fur, and the carpet by the window is a nearly two-meter-long black and yellow animal skin... It is a fairly complete tiger skin.

The objects closest to the bed were not the rare collections or treasures, but a workbench, on which were placed disassembled Beretta pistols and Desert Eagles, with cross patterns carved on the bullet heads, and deep red Frigga bullets.

"So... cool!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed sincerely. He was stunned by the style of the house and the connotation of its owner. He was like a famous cowboy in a western movie, or a top killer in a spy movie. The man who lives here is definitely a role model for every man.

Chapter 971 The Lonely Watcher

"Hehehe, I said that this senior from the secret party has the same taste as mine, top-notch!" Finkel laughed and rummaged through the cigars in the cabinet.

"Go away." Nono slapped Finkel's restless hand. She walked around the room, imagining the man's appearance and his life trajectory in this room.

There is no doubt that he is a showy man, but at the same time he is very sexy. There are no slippers in the room, so he should be barefoot, and his upper body is naked, revealing his well-developed muscles and strong Achilles tendons like those of a professional athlete.

There are razors and half-used hair cream and hairspray in the bathroom. He should have a slicked-back hair, wandering freely in this space. His true character is definitely not what everyone sees. He is much more taciturn in private. Sometimes he holds a cigar, sometimes a glass of whiskey. He is a senior cigar smoker and an excellent bartender. Sometimes he leans against the sink alone to develop photos. At the same time, he is an excellent photographer and music connoisseur, and the phonograph plays "Hey Judy", a popular rock music in the last century.

Sometimes he would disassemble the guns in front of the workbench, then improve and assemble them. He would carve patterns on the bullet heads with exquisite carving skills. These were not just meaningless decorations. Such bullets would explode immediately when shot into the enemy's body, and the powerful gunpowder would quickly tear apart the opponent's body tissue. He should be very focused when doing this. He was a man who was good at using weapons. Guns and knives were like his partners. Whenever he focused on this, the corners of his mouth would unconsciously outline a smile that only mature men have, and he exuded charm.

Sometimes he would press barbells in the fitness area. Each barbell plate was wider than an adult's waist. Even the world weightlifting champion could not lift such an exaggerated weight, but he was relaxed when exercising because he had done the same training thousands or tens of thousands of times. The strong muscles in his arms and back had long been trained into perfect lines. This was his time to relax. He might be thinking about the mission, or his wife who had married someone else, and his children whom he had not seen for a long time.

What a charming man he is. Even though he has entered middle age, from grandmother to twenties, when he shows his charm, all girls will be attracted to him, but he always appears in an unremarkable manner.

It is true that Lu Tianming is also a successful entrepreneur, but if Chu Tianjiao let Su Xiaoyan see his true side, Lu Tianming would be defeated in seconds...but he had to watch his wife remarry with their son.

Nuonuo could only think of one reason why such a man would do this... Chu Tianjiao had intended to divorce Su Xiaoyan from the bottom of his heart. It was not that he did not love her anymore, he loved his wife very much, but for some reason, he had a premonition that he was about to be in danger, so he could only let other men take care of his wife and children.

Nuonuo was silent. She couldn't imagine what kind of mood this was...sad? Relieved? Or disappointed?

No matter what, watching the woman you love throw herself into the arms of another man would be more or less... sad, right?

"You won't be scared just yet, will you?" Finkel patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, then patted Nuonuo's. "You haven't seen the things I'm talking about that will really scare you."

"What?" Nono asked.

Finkel walked past the two people and came to the display cabinet in the room. He took out a Patek Philippe watch and turned the hour and minute hands to the twelve o'clock position. A small crack appeared in the middle of the display cabinet. Finkel inserted his fingers into the gap and used force with both arms to open the entire display cabinet from the middle.

Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo's pupils shrank at the same time. They had never expected that there was another world underneath this secret room. What shocked them even more was what was hidden behind the display cabinet.

There were red lines covering the entire wall. Countless red lines crisscrossed in the air. On the lines were sticky notes, photos and news briefs. The notes were descriptions of the photos, and each line corresponded to a shocking event. Some of these red lines were parallel and did not intersect, while others were deeply entangled.

"On June 1908, 06, the Tunguska explosion occurred. The cause was unknown. The explosion was as powerful as a thousand atomic bombs released simultaneously. The huge mushroom cloud could still be seen 30 kilometers away. The night sky over the entire Eurasian continent was filled with smoke and dust. The horizon was red. People on both continents mistakenly believed that the sun had risen again."

"On August 1900, 08, in the mourning of summer, the Cassel Manor near Hamburg, USA was destroyed. It was suspected that a certain Dragon King had awakened. The Lionheart Society, a secret party youth group, was annihilated. The leader of the secret party, Menech Cassel, died together with the other party. Hilbert Jean Ange was the only survivor of the incident."

"On Christmas Eve, December 1991, 12, a huge fire broke out in a port in Siberia, in the frozen tundra of the Arctic Circle. The secret laboratory in the port was burned down and 25 bodies were found. In the same year, the Soviet Union collapsed."

……

Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo walked along these red lines, looking at the photos and reading the texts on them. The more they looked, the more frightened they became.

There are maps on the wall behind these red lines. There are maps of the former Soviet Union, maps of Chicago in the United States, maps of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River in China, and this city. There are even maps of the South Pole and the North Pole where few people have visited... The maps are extremely detailed, and are often marked with one or more red circles. Without exception, these marked places have all experienced major events suspected to be the revival of the dragon clan.

"Lu Mingfei, you are already the most senior specialist among the students in the Executive Department. I heard from Professor Mans that some elite specialists who have graduated for five years are not as good as you." Nono asked, "Can your executive intelligence be so rich?"

When Nonuo asked this question, her eyes were fixed on the wall full of densely packed information. Those data formed a huge stream of information in her mind. She roughly estimated that Norma's file library contained a collection of modern dragon events, and the information in this room accounted for at least 60 to 70 percent of Norma's database.

What kind of man is this and what kind of missions has he carried out? His understanding of the dragon clan is probably deeper than anyone else. He is not one of those old scholars in the academy who only talk about it on paper and some of them have never even seen a real dragon with their own eyes. He is a watcher, a real warrior. You can tell by the knives and guns he hides. His fitness area is full of traces of training and he never neglects exercise for a single day. When the dragons revive, this man will use the intelligence he has and his trained body to pierce the heart of the dragon clan like a sharp knife!

"Me? Comparing him to me would be too much of a challenge. Speaking of intelligence gathering capabilities, I'm not even one-tenth as good as him." Lu Mingfei scanned the entire wall, following the red lines. "I'm afraid the same goes for mission experience. None of the current specialists in the Executive Department can match him."

This is definitely the ace among aces. In the past two hundred years, almost all major events related to the dragon clan have been collected here. Nearly half of them Lu Mingfei has never even heard of. These red lines are intricately linked to form a large net, and finally condense into a thick hemp rope, with an oil painting at the end.

"Nidhogg".