The surveillance footage was quickly reviewed.
To avoid wasting time, Han Fei only focused on people leaving the building during that period, not those entering.
During that time, no one had entered from the 20th floor and taken the elevator down.
Eight people had gone down from other floors.
However, upon investigation, these eight were just other residents of the building, not the targets of their arrest operation.
Of course, they couldn't rule out the possibility that someone might have deliberately avoided the elevator cameras by taking the stairs.
So Han Fei also checked another surveillance video.
This camera faced the building's entrance, capturing anyone going in or out.
As before, he paid close attention to those leaving during that time period.
In half an hour, eleven people had exited through the entrance.
Eight of them matched up perfectly with the eight who had taken the elevator down.
These eight were not suspects, as the police had checked them recently.
Two others were the people they had encountered waiting for the elevator on the first floor earlier.
One without clothes, and one carrying a cleaver.
These two weren't targets of their arrest operation either, and had no suspicion attached to them.
Barring any surprises, those two should have already been taken to the police station by now.
There was one person who seemed somewhat suspicious.
Han Fei had someone look into it.
It turned out this guy didn't take the elevator because he lived on the third floor and could easily walk down.
He took the stairs not to avoid surveillance, but simply because he was too lazy to waste time waiting for the elevator.
"Only these people left the building in the last half hour, and none of them are suspicious," Chen Ke concluded, considering also that the cigarette smell in the room hadn't fully dissipated yet. "That means... the two fugitives we're after haven't left."
"Yes, they must still be in this building, not having gone out. It's even possible they're in this very room!" Han Fei nodded.
With that, the officers began searching the room carefully once again.
This time, Han Fei personally joined in.
He thoroughly checked every possible hiding place in the room.
He even opened the refrigerator and washing machine to take a look, leaving no stone unturned.
Then there was the balcony.
Standing in the balcony area, Han Fei looked through the window and saw the neighboring balcony, not too far away.
Suddenly, a bold idea popped into his mind!
Was it possible that the fugitives, hearing their commotion, had frantically climbed over the balcony to escape to the next apartment?
Once this thought occurred to him, it wouldn't go away.
Due to the layout of the apartments, the distance between balconies in this row of flats wasn't very far.
So much so that anyone with decent physical ability could jump across.
Of course, that's assuming they could overcome the psychological fear.
At this moment, Chen Ke also came onto the balcony.
Seeing Han Fei staring intently at the neighboring balcony, Chen Ke realized what he was thinking.
He was a bit dumbfounded.
"Captain Han, you don't... think those two fugitives jumped over to the next balcony, do you?"
Han Fei didn't speak, but he nodded.
That was exactly what he thought.
Seeing this, Chen Ke leaned out the window to look down.
One glance, and his legs went weak, his head starting to spin.
He had severe acrophobia - even looking down from the third floor made his legs wobbly, let alone the twentieth floor!
At the height of twenty stories, jumping from one balcony to another - wasn't that just insane?
Thinking this, Chen Ke shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum.
"No, no, no, impossible, impossible, Captain Han, this is absolutely impossible! This is the twentieth floor, they'd be splattered if they fell. They're just ordinary office workers, where would they get such courage?"
It's worth noting that the targets of their arrest this time weren't real fugitives, but ordinary people who had signed up for a TV show.
If they were hardened criminals facing severe punishment upon capture, it might be understandable for them to attempt such a desperate move when cornered.
But ordinary people... would they really have such guts and determination?
"Nothing is absolute," Han Fei said with a smile. "You're so against the idea because you're afraid of heights, but others might not be. I've looked, and the distance between these two balconies isn't too far. As long as one can overcome their fear, any able-bodied person could jump across."
After saying this, Han Fei walked out of the balcony and said to the officers,
"Let's go check the apartment next to 2011. I suspect these two might have heard us coming and jumped to the next balcony."
Leading the officers, Han Fei knocked on the door of apartment 2010.
Soon, a woman's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"
"Police. Please open the door, we need to ask you some questions."
Shortly after, the door opened.
The person who opened it was a woman wearing a black lace nightgown.
The woman's hair was a bit messy, her face flushed, and the lipstick carefully applied to her lips was smudged. It seemed she had been... busy!
Seeing this scene, the officers couldn't help but swallow hard.
It's worth mentioning that a large portion of the officers accompanying Han Fei this time were young men who had never experienced such things.
Where would they have seen a scene like this before?
"Police? You must have the wrong person. I'm a law-abiding citizen."
Han Fei was about to explain their purpose.
Just then, a voice sounded from inside the room.
"Little darling, are you hidden well? If you are, Godfather is coming to find you..."
Han Fei: "???"
All officers: "???"
Godfather?
The next second.
They saw a half-gray-haired old man in a bathrobe, wearing an eye mask, appear in their field of vision.
Because of the eye mask, the old man couldn't see anything and could only move slowly by feeling the walls, tables, and chairs with his hands.
As he walked, he kept muttering,
"Still hiding, are you? Godfather has heard your footsteps. Don't let Godfather catch you, or else... hehe..."
The key point was the old man's expression, which was as improper as it could be!
It was exactly the expression of a debauched emperor playing games with his concubines in a TV drama.
The officers were all dumbfounded.
The woman also walked towards the old man at this time, reaching out to remove his eye mask, saying softly, "Godfather, let's stop playing for now. The police are at the door..."
Having his eye mask removed, the old man instinctively rubbed his eyes. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked towards the door.
The improper expression vanished instantly.
He looked at the woman reproachfully: "Why didn't you say so earlier! You've made me embarrass myself in front of the police officers."
Then he turned to look at the officers standing at the door, with a serious expression.
"Officers, I'm a respectable person. I've never done anything illegal or improper. You must have the wrong person, right?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
