It was June 10th on Friday in the seventh week of the semester.
The old man got up very early in the morning and started making the dish he was familiar with — soup dumplings. Soup dumplings had been the old man's specialty before he had become a star chef back then. He had once dominated a breakfast street with soup dumplings, and had even been given the title of King of Dumplings.
A basket of excellent soup dumplings usually had the following three characteristics: thin skin, big fillings, and juicy. Old Man Wang's soup dumplings had a fourth characteristic, and that was that they could easily remind people of their mothers' taste … one bite and they couldn't help crying, completely like a tear gas.
So when he saw the soup dumplings the old man had specially made this morning, Father Wang very consciously prepared two full bundles of napkins on the table to make ample preparations.
Of course, not everyone would cry when they ate the old man's soup dumplings.
Wang Ling wouldn't cry. After all, crying was too bad an image, and it wasn't good for the aloof image he had created in the past. Thus, when he ate the soup dumplings, he used spirit energy to seal his acupuncture points and plug up his tear ducts.
At breakfast time, the old man and Father Wang were in the habit of watching the news.
Father Wang turned on the TV, which happened to be broadcasting the morning news. A female anchor said with a solemn expression, "Urgent news: as of 6: 38 a.m. today, thirty-two rice-dumpling delivery riders have already gone missing. This mass disappearance has a very bad impact and has caused great panic in the delivery circle. The cultivation police held a conference overnight and suspect that this mass disappearance of delivery riders has a major connection with the Master of Shadow Stream Jiang Liuyue, who has yet to be apprehended. Currently, the matter is under further investigation … "
When the old man saw the news, he immediately sighed. "The world is still so dangerous nowadays. You can lose your life delivering takeout …"
"Dad, do you think this has something to do with the Master of Shadow Stream? Didn't the police say they suspected it? There's no solid evidence. "Father Wang took a bite of the soup dumpling and wiped his tears.
"I'm just saying that casually. But if this was back in the day, if the suspect had ordered my Xiaolongbao, the case might have been solved." The old man glanced at the soup dumplings on the table and let out a sigh. "I've been busy growing vegetables since I retired. My culinary skills are no longer as good as they were in my heyday. The soup dumplings I used to make would have a teary effect just from the smell of the soup dumplings I made."
Father Wang and Wang Ling: "…"
Old Master: "Back then, my soup dumplings were like a tear gas. In the past, I was even used by the police to deliberately send them to criminals as takeout. When the prisoners smelled my soup dumplings, they almost cried themselves blind. The police took advantage of the situation and arrested him. "
Father Wang and Wang Ling: "…"
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After the Shadow Stream incident, the mass disappearance of the rice ball delivery staff was probably the second major incident in recent times. Wang Ling felt that the police's suspicions weren't unreasonable. From a criminal investigation point of view, it was indeed very easy to link the two incidents together.
Furthermore, Wang Ling knew that this Master of Shadow Stream was currently injured. Wang Ling had blown up that spiritual clay clone in one go, causing the other party to directly lose six hundred years of cultivation. The other party's real body would definitely have suffered a backlash and been injured. For one thing, it would definitely affect his seclusion, and for another, he would have to spend some time taking care of his injuries.
During this period, it was very important to make sure he was well nourished. While a true cultivator should be able to give up his desire for good food and rely on the spirit energy of heaven and earth to make up for the nutrients his body needed, when he was injured, he still had to eat … this was the best way for his body to recover as quickly as possible.
So in summary, Wang Ling felt that this wasn't a simple matter, and in his heart, he very much agreed with the police. He felt that this matter most likely had something to do with the Master of Shadow Stream.
Although the Shadow Stream incident had come to an end, the last "tail" had still managed to escape. This was an unstable element which made Wang Ling very uncomfortable. In the eyes of the outside world, Shadow Stream already had no chance of making a comeback after this incident, but Wang Ling felt that as long as the Master of Shadow Stream wasn't arrested, this matter would never end.
As it turned out, Wang Ling wasn't the only one who thought this way.
Great minds think alike …
Opening the chat group, Wang Ling found that there were a lot of people discussing this matter.
Everyone knew that the Master of Shadow Stream was still missing from the complete defeat of this terrorist organization. Anyone in the cultivation circle who had the slightest bit of a sense of justice was also asking around for information on the Master of Shadow Stream.
Speaking of good people with a sense of justice, of course the people in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's cultivation group couldn't be excluded.
When Wang Ling went online, Cailian Zhenren happened to be discussing this matter with several other people in the group.
Cailian Zhenren: "There's something fishy about this, what do you think?"
Bulang Blade Immortal sent an emoji pushing up glasses. "I have a friend at the police station who said that the delivery riders disappeared in the same place."
Cailian Zhenren: "Can you pinpoint the specific coordinates?"
Bulang Blade Immortal: "Yes. So far, we've found that the delivery was in a convenience store in the basement of a high-end apartment. However, that convenience store has been abandoned for a long time, and no one in the neighborhood knows that someone lives there. The surveillance footage in the basement has been destroyed, and the police have yet to prove that the convenience store has anything to do with the disappearance of the delivery riders. "
"That's easy, we can provide evidence." Cailian Zhenren nodded and quickly replied, "I remember that Immortal Toya once developed a kind of soul-condensing incense, which can condense vengeful spirits within a radius of ten kilometers for half an hour after being lit. If these delivery riders died in vain, then these vengeful spirits will be evidence. "
But Immortal Toya didn't reply immediately after Cailian Zhenren finished speaking. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal went to check it out himself. "Brother To? Are you there? "
Very quickly, Immortal Toya sent a sweating emoji. "I'm refining elixirs … I still have a lot of soul-condensing incense. If you need help, I can rush over from Chrysanthemum Island at any time. I'm more familiar with how to use soul-condensing incense, and I can control the range of the soul-condensing incense. If it's given to someone else, they'll attract those malicious ghosts, and that'll ruin the whole thing … "
"Very well, then Brother To will be in charge of guiding the souls. But even if we can gather evidence, we still have to catch the culprits and solve the problem from a legal point of view. " Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal nodded and said, "I'm busy today, so someone needs to step forward now. It would be best if they could disguise themselves as a delivery rider and go to that convenience store to seduce them …"
A moment later, Cailian Zhenren was the first to step forward. "How about I go?"
Immortal Toya: "Is your period over?"
Cailian Zhenren: "Not yet … it's just a little pain. It doesn't matter. "
Lightning Dharmaraja: "Then how about I go?"
Cailian Zhenren: "If Dharmaraja goes, he'll face a problem … he definitely won't be able to control the power of thunder and lightning, and the delivery rider will be electrocuted. If you're putting on an act, you have to go all the way, it'll be too fake. "
Lightning Dharmaraja: "…"
At that moment, the group fell into a brief silence.
A few minutes later, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal spoke again. "How about this, I'll pick someone!"
After saying that, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal straightaway sent a message to Wang Ling. "Brother Ling, are you there?"
Seeing the message, Wang Ling was silent for a moment before he replied with an ellipsis. "…"
In front of the screen, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal smiled proudly. "Hmph! I knew it! Brother Ling, you were spying! "
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