Ren Yifei glanced at the open diary on the table, then at the furious Mr. Zhong, and made a phone call: "Someone, ask our guest to leave."
The security captain appeared, and several burly men helped Mr. Zhong up. Mr. Zhong's eyes widened, and he had an expression of disbelief.
Ren Yifei waved his hand without saying a word, but his disdain was clear: What's the point of explaining? You're just some nobody who gets a share of the profits, and you think you're so great? Get lost.
After Zhong's father was taken away, Ren Yifei called Zhong's grandfather again to explain the situation.
Grandpa Zhong values the family business most, so of course he can't let such rumors affect the family business, and he certainly won't let his foolish son do anything even more foolish.
Grandpa Zhong didn't even ask Ren Yifei if he knew He Jun's identity, or what did it matter? The man was already dead, and with death comes the end.
Besides, He Jun died suddenly, and the hospital provided proof. How can you blame someone else for this?
"Everything is predestined, and nothing is up to us," Grandpa Zhong sighed as he hung up the phone.
Ren Yifei, on the other hand, asked his secretary for a box of loose powder.
Fine loose powder was gently dusted onto the cover of the diary. It was a patent leather cover, and after a thin layer of powder fell and the excess was blown away, five or six fingerprints appeared on it.
He used transparent tape to copy the fingerprints on both sides before opening the diary sent by the enemy.
He Junren is dead, and his death was particularly sudden and unexpected. He was also a reclusive person with no close friends, so the only person who could have sent him this diary was 'that person'.
"It seems I've disrupted all their plans."
I don't know when He Jun from the source world died, but it certainly wasn't now.
In the past, he either obtained exemptions or knew the game content in advance, so he was very confident in playing the game. This time, however, Ren Yifei dragged him into a game that he was completely unprepared for and unfamiliar with, and Ren Yifei also targeted him.
Doesn't that expose my true skill level?
Outside, in a corner unknown to Ren Yifei, a group of people were discussing the 'terrifying invitation' in the news.
"Recently, it seems that some very insightful people have emerged. I never thought that it was possible to give everyone an 'invitation code vaccine'." As one of those who were brought in by an invitation code and who had also issued invitation codes, they have mixed feelings about invitation codes.
"You need money first."
"This is a signal that the country has taken note of. Do you think they can stop this endless train from running?"
"Perhaps. Oh, right, I forgot to tell you something. I'm releasing a new single today called 'Despair Train.' Remember to support me. It's been seven or eight years since I left the music scene. I wonder if you all still remember me."
"What? Are you crazy?" Her friends were all surprised.
"Since some people can get others to publish books through indirect means, what's wrong with me releasing a single? The song is already recorded, and nothing has happened. Even if something does happen in the future, at least I won't regret it."
Her two old friends knew she was determined and sighed heavily, "I will help you. To be honest, I've had enough of this life without a tomorrow."
That afternoon, the diva, who had retired from the music scene for many years, suddenly released a new single, "Despair Train".
Unlike her usual sweet style, this is a song that makes you feel despair and pain after listening to it. There is no screaming, but it suppresses the pain, like a gas cylinder about to explode.
Because of their different social circles, Ren Yifei was unaware of this matter; he had already appeared in a secret place.
Ren Yifei was quite adept at self-reporting. The police couldn't forget the jewelry tycoon's appearance at the station, calmly stating, "I want to turn myself in. The charges: excessive self-defense, and spreading a mobile phone virus."
And then... and then it was no longer their responsibility. A mysterious department quickly took over the matter, and the whole thing took less than half an hour, without even the most astute reporters not noticing anything amiss.
"Mr. Zhong, would you like some sugar? Perhaps a little sugar would make you feel better." A cup of freshly brewed coffee was placed on his table.
Ren Yifei was not shackled, nor was he exposed to bright light. He just sat there with a camera and two other people, who were all smiling at him.
He didn't seem like a criminal, but rather like a distinguished guest.
"You know me?" Ren Yifei loosened his tie and exhaled softly.
"We know about your custom-written novels and the invitation code virus…" the middle-aged man said in a reassuring tone, "but please rest assured, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. You did not commit a crime; on the contrary, you saved many people."
Ren Yifei shook his head with a wry smile, then remembered something else: "So you also know that I hired someone to investigate He Jun?"
They nodded. While investigating Ren Yifei, they could also investigate He Jun as well; it was all readily available. They had experts in behavioral psychology and criminology; He Jun's little tricks might fool some young people, but they wouldn't hide anything from them.
So they also learned that a few days ago, 'Zhong Lan' had been taken into that terrifying world by He Jun's invitation code.
However, Zhong Lan, who unfortunately fell into this danger, did not choose to vent or retaliate, but instead tried to prevent more people from entering the game in her own way.
"A heart of pure innocence." This was the superior's assessment, which is why both of them treated him very kindly.
In some ways, this already makes him a hero.
"I'm just taking a risk because I really have no other choice. Are you willing to believe me?" Ren Yifei said wearily, his brows furrowed, and his whole being exuded a tense aura.
The tired and haggard appearance after staying up all night enhanced the persuasiveness of this statement.
"Of course, you don't have to believe us, but you can believe the position we represent," the two people opposite said solemnly.
This wasn't the first to try and ask them for help, but it was definitely the most resourceful. Although it had only been in that world for two days, it had already done many amazing things.
To be honest, they were also looking forward to the information this young man would bring.
"He Jun is someone with connections."
Ren Yifei's first words startled the two men, and one of them said seriously, "Can you guarantee your word?"
"Yes." Ren Yifei's gaze was firm. "I can. That's why I investigated him. I just never expected that he would be my father's illegitimate son."
"This is He Jun's diary. There doesn't seem to be anything useful in it, but I did hear him mention a name. 'Brother Xing'." Ren Yifei took the diary out of the file bag.
The two people opposite each other looked at each other: "Where did you say that?"
"Yes, he tried to call for help when he was about to be eliminated." Ren Yifei used another metaphor, "At that time, we were fighting for the last apple, and the referee tried to pave the way for him, but unfortunately, I still managed to snatch it away."
"I already had two or three apples in my hand, so it wouldn't have mattered if I didn't take it. But I still chose to take that apple, so it was eliminated. Was my situation considered excessive self-defense?"
"Ahem," the man coughed, then asked in confusion, "Isn't this fair competition?" What excessive self-defense? Not at all.
Another person asked the question that concerned them: "If you kick out the pre-selected player, won't the referee, who might have ulterior motives, target you?"
Ren Yifei nodded: "That's why I came. The best way to deal with an enemy you can't defeat is to strike at the root of the problem. I can't do that, and neither can the other players. Only the forces behind you can."
He doesn't hide his personal desires, such as hoping the national team can provide some help, or to quickly eliminate that Infinite Horror World. If this continues with a small game every day, he'll prematurely gray.
"Here, I also have a small gift for you." Ren Yifei took out a roll of what looked like ordinary tape. "It's like this, this morning..."
He briefly recounted the morning's farce, and then mentioned that he had kept his fingerprints.
Although most of the fingerprints in the national fingerprint database now belong to criminals and missing persons, what if? That watchdog is so crazy, he might have a criminal record.
The two people opposite them were surprised by this discovery, and one of them said sincerely, "Mr. Zhong is very perceptive."
Most people would never think of keeping fingerprints in a diary; they don't have that awareness. It's a kind of talent.
"When it comes to one's own safety, one should always be more careful."
Ren Yifei handed over the tape, and the person on the other end accepted it. They said to him very seriously, "Whether we receive it or not, we will definitely notify you before nine o'clock tonight."
"Okay." In Ren Yifei's heart, the weight of that stone seemed to have been halved.
This surrender was a risky move. If the hacker hadn't said that the cyber police were deliberately turning a blind eye and that there wasn't enough time, he wouldn't have chosen to expose himself.
In retrospect, it was all worthwhile. Individual strength is ultimately too weak; collective participation is still necessary.
Yes, Ren Yifei's target is not only the watchdog, but also the people behind the watchdog.
After leaving that place, Ren Yifei returned to the company and took a nap, waking up at seven o'clock. His assistant, Xiao Wei, looked at him hesitantly: "General Manager, has something happened to you lately?"
Ren Yifei rubbed the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath: "There's something I'm not sure if I did the right thing. By the way, Xiao Wei."
"Yes, please go ahead."
"If anyone sends you an invitation code, don't click on it, no matter what, don't click on it, understand?" Ren Yifei said seriously with a cold face, his eyes as dark as bottomless pits.
"Okay, sure. Shall I bring you some food?"
"Um."
He's still staying at the company today, drinking bitter coffee, staring at his computer, frowning, looking utterly miserable.
At 8:40, a text message came from an unknown number. It contained a headshot of a young man and the name "Xing Ming".
Ren Yifei: "..."
As expected of the national team, what kind of efficiency is this?
He called back: "Excuse me, did you find him in the fingerprint database? What crime did he commit?"
"No," the voice on the other end said, "we used the college entrance examination fingerprinting system."
Ren Yifei clapped his hands. He had forgotten that fingerprints were also required for college entrance examination applications at this time.
"Is this person a college student?" he asked tentatively, wanting to confirm.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, perhaps hesitating whether to tell him or not, but in the end he said, "Yes."
Ren Yifei's heart sank: It wasn't him?