The Darkest Night

Chapter 56 The Darkest Night

In the Security Bureau, Tokugawa Nakiyun leaned against the window, looking at the neon lights outside. He held the investigation file about Bai Yuzhe in his hand, his gaze sweeping lightly over the last line.

Born in the Parrot District.

Currently studying at Dongqing University. An unofficial errand runner for Professor Mu's lab. Earns extra money by playing the piano at a coffee shop.

He smiled and casually tossed the documents into the trash can.

"What era are we living in? We still see rich heiresses falling for poor boys?"

"Xiao Hei, just have someone handle it casually over there."

The black-clad attendant nodded and silently withdrew.

Tokugawa Niun turned around, looked at the deep night outside the window, and the lazy smile on his lips faded.

Bai Yuzhe is just a minor character, like a side dish; his siblings are the main course. His eldest brother's mother is a young lady from the Xia Chuan family, his second sister's mother comes from Genji Technology, and his third brother's mother is the daughter of the chairman of the Yunding District Council.

He had nothing.

But he also has a father who wants to make use of waste, and that's enough.

He gently rubbed the red rope in his hand, his gaze falling on a newly delivered document on the table: "Research on the Reversal of Pseudo-Human Biological Characteristics and Reconstruction of Human Genes," Professor Mu Xiaojun's research proposal. It looked like just ordinary academic research.

But what Tokugawa Nagaku saw was a completely different world: the dark alleyway district.

The density of pseudo-humans is the highest in the entire Eastern Japan Autonomous Region. The corpses, pseudo-nuclei, and mutated tissues of those pseudo-humans are the most precious raw materials for the conversion agent.

On the surface, the four major families seem indifferent, but secretly, which one hasn't sent someone?

The cost is too high and the risk is too great, so no one wants to be the first to take action.

But if Professor Mu's research succeeds, then the dark alley area will no longer be a ruin.

That's Gold Mountain.

Tokugawa Nakiyun closed the file, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"interesting."

He put the documents away and turned his gaze back to the window.

As for that minor character named Bai Yuze?

He has forgotten.

As that special instruction was passed down layer by layer.

When the message reached the Ash Gang, Tumor Tiger, dressed in a suit, was staring intently at the testing instrument screen in the laboratory, his muscular face taut.

Until the instrument beeped, all indicators lit up in green.

The sick tiger stared at the screen for three seconds, then laughed.

"Okay, well done!"

He slapped the researcher hard on the shoulder, making him stumble, then turned and waved to his underlings by the door, "Everyone get a treat tonight! Oh, and that young girl we just got, bring her over to the lab."

The underlings' eyes lit up.

When a sick tiger curses, it truly curses, capable of leaving someone utterly humiliated. But when it rewards someone, it does so genuinely, never stingy.

The tense expressions on the faces of the technicians poached from Maple Leaf District relaxed.

Just then, a young man in a black jacket ran up to the crippled tiger and said a few words. The sick tiger was stunned for a moment after hearing them.

Then he laughed, a laugh with a hint of malice.

"Bai Yuzhe?"

"Isn't this the guy who has repeatedly caused Scarface to suffer heavy losses? I used to think that since he was a student at Holly University, I shouldn't make things too ugly, but now that the big shot has spoken, let's settle both the old and new scores together."

"Notify Scarface and tell him that the people at the funeral home can start moving."

"clear."

After giving the order, Binghu seemed to remember something and asked, "How's it going with the Chiba family?"

The henchman immediately chimed in: "That young guy, he does whatever you say every day, let him do whatever he wants, play whatever he wants, without taking a single penny. And that old guy, he won five hundred today, he's so happy he's lost his mind."

Tiger nodded and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Let him keep winning for a few more days. After that, it's time for him to lose."

The younger brother chuckled twice and then withdrew.

The sick tiger leaned back in his chair, the smoke slowly dissipating in the dim light.

Chiba Yume.

almost.

Once she has saved enough money, it will be time to close the net.

Meanwhile, in a cramped rented room in Hanjiang District.

Chiba Yumeyu pushed open the door and stood at the entrance, but did not go in immediately.

The nights in Xingjiang District were too quiet, so quiet that it frightened her.

Every time she opened the door and saw that pitch-black room, she would freeze for a second or two.

Those images kept popping into my mind uncontrollably: something hiding in the corner, someone behind the curtains, something moving under the bed.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to take the first step, went inside, and turned on the light.

The lights came on.

The room was small and simple, but it was very clean.

Chiba Yume took off her clothes and prepared to take a bath. Although she had never used any cosmetics, her skin was very fair. However, the red mark on her wrist was very glaring.

This afternoon, a little boy was running around and bumped into her, spilling the freshly made coffee she was holding directly onto her hand.

It wasn't too serious, but the sharp pain for a moment almost made her cry out.

But she held back. Then the boy's parents cursed and paid her three hundred yuan, and the proprietress immediately stuffed the money into her apron pocket.

Chiba Yume glanced at it briefly, then went into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

The warm water washing over me seemed to wash away a little of the day's fatigue.

After taking a shower, she changed into clean clothes and went to the table.

There was a paper bag on the table.

It was light blue and had an unknown brand logo printed on it.

She moved more gently, carefully reaching into the paper bag to take out the dress.

She wore a light blue long dress, made of soft fabric, with a few embroidered flowers on the hem and a lace trim around the neckline. She unfolded the dress, spread it on the bed, and then walked to the small mirror.

The girl in the mirror was wearing the most ordinary pajamas, her face showing an undeniable weariness.

She went back to the bedside, picked up the dress, and changed into it.

The skirt fits perfectly.

The lace at the neckline rests on the collarbone, the skirt hem falls to the calves, and the waist is perfectly fitted.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at the person in it.

That person didn't seem like her anymore; she seemed like an ordinary girl.

A girl who can wear pretty dresses, doesn't have to worry about tomorrow's food money, doesn't have to worry about whether her younger brother will get into trouble, or whether her father will lose money again.

A girl who is completely different from her.

Chiba Yumeyu stared at the person in the mirror for a very long time.

She tried to smile.

The person in the mirror also curved the corners of their mouth into a smile.

She paused for a moment, then bent down again.

That person bent over again.

She suddenly felt like laughing and crying at the same time, but ultimately she held it back.

Today is a happy day, I guess.

She simply looked at the person in the mirror, at her wearing that light blue dress, at her standing in this cramped rented room, and at the quiet night view of Hanjiang District outside the window.

Then she bent down, carefully took off the skirt, smoothed out every wrinkle, folded it neatly, and put it back into the paper bag.

She looked up the price of that dress; it cost 599 yuan, making it the most expensive dress she had ever worn in her life.

She put the paper bag back on the table in the most conspicuous place, then lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

The night outside was deep and quiet.

She is still afraid.

But whenever she felt scared, she would glance at the paper bag on the table.

Seeing it reminded me of the person who handed her the bag today, and how he was the only person in the world who remembered her birthday. I also remembered what he said: "You look so good in a maid outfit, you'll definitely look even better in this dress."

Chiba Yume pulled the blanket up to cover half of her face.

She closed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

It's very small and shallow.

But at that moment, the darkness in the rented room didn't seem so scary anymore.