Chapter 263 - Intelligent or Stupid

Feng Xuan's hand flew to her mouth. "Did I bring that home?" she whispered.

"Yeah, you probably did," Qing Lok answered bluntly. "Who were you with today?"

"Ma Min dropped by and there was foreign-looking man who talked to her in the supermarket," Qing Chen said and started upstairs. "Did you only see one?"

Feng Xuan and Qing Lok hastily followed. "Yes," he answered. "It's probably the foreign-looking man. Ma Min is too straightforward to put something like that on you."

Feng Xuan was honestly guilty. She could not believe she was the one that was used to get something inside the house! She should be less kind to people. Damn it, she cursed in her head. And to think that 'Mike' was someone who looked chill and innocent. Her eyes widened. "SO IN SHORT I MET ONE OF THE ZOOKEEPER'S MEN?"

"Most likely." Qing Chen opened the door to his father's office and pressed a button near the light switch. "Get me someone who can draw, a microphone, and an editor," he said to the intercom. He did not even hesitate now to take his father's seat. "Now, of course, we're going to use that thing for our advantage."

For the next thirty minutes, Qing Chen, Qing Lok, and Feng Xuan recorded voices. One of their people manipulated their voices and now everything that she would enter in her laptop can be said in the three's voices.

"Kids nowadays," Feng Xuan whispered under her breath. She was not old but she felt like she was lagging behind in the talk of technology.

The next hour, she spent with someone who could draw. He was drawing on his iPad with a white pencil. There were times that Feng Xuan almost drew it herself but she was not that knowledgeable with drawing. And who knew how hard was it to describe someone?

Another two people worked on the fake script that would be played to the spider thing. When she went down, she found Qing Lok crouching on top of the sofa, holding something like a saber above the seat.

"It's a scanner," Qing Chen informed her. He was leaning against the doorway as people started to pack things up to transfer to the other room. A laptop on the table was processing the information of the thing under the couch.

When a green check appeared on the screen, Qing Lok finally got up and signaled that they should leave the room. People were already setting up speakers all over the place playing their voices.

"What do we know?" Qing Chen asked as they moved to the second living room.

This one had glass windows and offered a view of the beautiful garden. But as these people liked working in the dark—figuratively and literally—the reason why they didn't want to stay in this place was because it gets 'too bright' in the mornings and afternoons.

"Based from what I can see here," the screen turned blue with white lines outlining the parts of the item. It was all abstract in Feng Xuan's eyes. "There is a camera and a microphone, definitely. There's a small motor connected to the legs. Then there's a battery. Simple mechanism. Probably remote-controlled. No charging ports. It's a small battery but it's consumption is little so I'll say it'll be around ten days to fourteen max."

"That long?" Feng Xuan asked.

"Yup," Qing Lok answered. "It's a good thing that we found it. Or else, it would be really hard to catch and they could've really tracked our progress."

"But now…" said a voice that just entered the room. "You're all going to be talking about how I'm so great."

"Wuming," Qing Chen warned.

"What?" he asked with a laugh. "I touched the laptop with the transcriptions. I just added a thing or two on how you both agree that I'm the most handsome Qing heir."

Qing Lok and Qing Chen simultaneously groaned.

"So anything I should catch up on?"

Qing Chen gave him a brief summary of the things that has happened in the past couple of hours. "We're already running his face everywhere. Something's about to turn up soon."

"Hopefully," Wuming said. "We'd be lucky if there was anything. If you run my face on the system all they would show you is Chen's face. We look that much alike. But nothing would turn up about me. Father made sure there was nothing else about me in this world. I am completely wiped out." He even touched his chest for effect, like he had been really hurt about this.

"Hmmm," Qing Lok said, as if he was accepting a challenge. "I'm going to find something about this dude. Once in the servers… they don't really leave. There's going to be a trace there."

Feng Xuan was actually getting worried with Qing Lok's state. He had dark circles but his eyes, although they looked tired, were dark with intent. Feng Xuan leaned on the backrest of the seat where Qing Lok was busily typing away on his laptop. "Are you okay?"

"What?" he asked with a small smile. "I'm fine, sister-in-law. No need to be worried about me."

"Are you still talking with Liu Meilien?"

Qing Lok made a pained expression. "I told her that I have something to focus on for the next few days. I said it was for a project—it's lame excuse but what else can I tell her?"

Feng Xuan nodded understandably. "I just hope you make small time for her. She would think that you're looking interest in her."

Qing Lok groaned. "Right, you're right. I'll give her a call tonight. I'm the type of person who would just focus on one thing at a time so I could finish faster." He whistled under his breath. "But I can tell we're going to be done with this tomorrow. I just need the file on this guy so I'll know how intelligent or how stupid of a person we are dealing with."