Rustle——
In the pitch-dark corridor, the sound of an iron gate being slid open echoed.
The room was brightly lit, with the television playing the latest popular drama, a burst of dialogue audible.
Grandma Zhou, who had just returned from praying and reciting scriptures at Gufeng Temple, sat on the living room sofa with her reading glasses, staring intently at the screen at the male and female protagonists.
Fang Cheng stepped out the door, turned to look at Zhou Xiui who was seeing him off, and reminded her:
"Rember tonight, don’t forget to lock the iron gate again."
Zhou Xiui nodded with a soft "Hmm," a trace of blush on her cheeks, then gently said:
"I’ll rember, you be careful too."
Fang Cheng smiled and replied:
"With so many police officers downstairs, we can at least get a good night’s sleep tonight."
After bidding farewell to Zhou Xiui, Fang Cheng took out his keys and walked towards his own place.
Creak—a sound, he pushed the door and entered.
Inside, it was dark and silent.
The furniture remained undisturbed as before, with no changes.
Fang Cheng didn’t turn on the lights.
Instead, he adjusted the gold-rimd glasses on his nose, then quietly walked to the balcony to look down at the situation below through the window glass.
Although the rain had lessened, the duty police officers were still there.
He could vaguely see three plainclothes detectives sitting in a car, eating instant noodles.
According to Zhou Yongnian, this lockdown would last about three days at least.
The specific outco would depend on whether there is still so-called "source of infection" inside the tubular building.
Certainly, a few police officers couldn’t stop soone from coming and going freely.
But thinking about the two Special Search Team Commissioners who appeared at noon, Fang Cheng still couldn’t help feeling so anxiety.
From the conversation he eavesdropped on, he could infer the approximate purpose of those two people’s visit.
Aside from aiding the criminal investigation team to check the scene and confirm there are no other hidden "monsters".
It seed they are mostly here because of the masked man who fought the ghoul last night.
That is—Fang Cheng himself!
Drip-drop, drip-drop.
Raindrops slid slowly down the glass surface, and the streets seed to be enveloped in a layer of dark, hazy mist.
Just as inside, you could not see your hand before your face; Fang Cheng stood at the window, silently pondering.
Looking up, he suddenly noticed a faint flicker of red light in the building opposite.
It seed... soone was using night vision goggles or similar equipnt to observe the scenery on this side of the tubular building.
Fang Cheng’s heart grew cold, then without a change in expression, he slowly drew the curtains closed.
He then turned and walked into the living room, pressing the light switch on the wall.
Click.
The soft, warm yellow light instantly brightened the gloomy apartnt.
Fang Cheng turned on the television, sat on the sofa, and watched the soap opera that neighboring Zhou Xiui and Grandma Zhou were also watching.
While his gaze was fixed on the screen where the lovelorn couple perford their painfully emotional play, his mind was on his own matters.
Although he couldn’t be sure whether the mbers of the Special Search Team were sticking around to monitor,
The glimpse of red light he saw earlier was a warning to Fang Cheng.
To avoid arousing the other party’s suspicion, he didn’t linger his sight to inspect carefully.
In the brief glance, he only caught a vague silhouette in a room of the building across.
Fang Cheng tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest of the sofa, frowning slightly, lost in thought.
Regardless of the real situation,
In such an environnt where he could be watched at any ti, it was best to pause his training plan for a while.
At the very least, appropriate adjustnts should be made.
To avoid his unusually astonishing Physical Training from being accidentally discovered and reveal his secrets.
What’s more, with the tubular building being sealed off, the food supplies at ho couldn’t ensure the nutritional needs for intensive training.
Blindly ordering takeout or making large purchases would inevitably arouse suspicion from the police.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng felt a slight motion in his heart.
A pale blue screen subsequently erged before his eyes, obscuring the television screen.
Looking at the panel listing one Skills after another, his gaze after repeated checking, settled on two of them.
[Speed Reading lv1 (203/250)]
[Tai Chi Boxing lv0 (78/100)]
Considering the current environnt and actual conditions, these two Skills were clearly the most suitable for practice during the lockdown.
Tai Chi Boxing was already in the plan to enhance practice.
Speed Reading had actually been close to leveling up a month ago.
It’s just that after synthesizing the "All-Known Language" Talent, he had not focused on learning, which led to so negligence.
Now that there is plenty of ti, it’s entirely possible to take the opportunity to break through the Skill, further enhance the Spirit Attribute, or acquire new Skill Effect.
So...
For the following period, focus on these two Skills and aim to break through in a short ti.
With the plan set in mind, Fang Cheng imdiately got up to turn off the television and walked into the bedroom.
Looking at the stack of textbooks and academic works on the bookshelf.
He then picked out two thick tos from them.
"World History" and "Criminal Psychology."
These two books were extracurricular, which he had casually flipped through when he had spare ti, now it was perfect to read through them thoroughly.
Fang Cheng placed the books on the table, sat down properly as if preparing for self-study.
Then he glanced once more at the pitch darkness outside the window, and drew the bedroom curtains closed.
Next, he opened the title page of "World History," eyes landing on the contents as he whispered in his mind:
"Speed Reading Skill, activate."
In an instant, Fang Cheng’s gaze cald down, and he imdiately entered a studying mode.
His fingers quickly flipped through the pages.
Whirr whirr whirr——
The continuous sound of pages turning promptly began, flipping once every three seconds.
At the sa ti, his Eye Rapid Rotation swiftly scanned back and forth, capturing the dense text on the page.
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