Capítulo 1554: Chapter 1554: Sleep Wherever You Want
Z4061 is Sofia’s code, and anyone who’s worked in similar fields knows the benefits of having a code name.
Lately, Sofia has been causing quite a bit of trouble for these people. The charge of “apostate” seems medieval, almost a joke in a law-abiding society—haven’t even the “Inquisition” changed their name?
However… elections are important, and to win over those religious voters, related pressures are still being passed down.
In the Mai Nation’s societal framework, although there are unreasonable demands from above, the lower levels might not pay much attention. Yet, no matter the era, there are always some fervent believers.
There are such people within the relevant agencies, and they never hide it—because having faith is considered trustworthy.
So, the surveillance on Sofia is somewhat stringent, but the attempts to capture her are rather perfunctory.
Such perfunctory behavior is usually seen at the execution level—when the police ask about the person’s crime, how should one respond?
Z4061 also has substantial counter-surveillance awareness, never carrying a mobile phone, only using payphones and borrowed phones for calls, and is very sensitive to surveillance. She has twice used tablet computers, utilizing public Wi-Fi, and would soon discard the tablet thereafter.
They were dispatched three times while she was on a call, but regrettably, she would usually end the call within a minute and leave swiftly. What can you achieve in just a minute?
Even to curse the police for being called out, at least half a minute would pass, right?
Later, more instructions came, saying Z4601 might know some special material processing techniques, urging a strong pursuit. The people below became numb—damn it, they’ve concocted another reason.
An eighteen-year-old rich girl knowing special material processing… Is this an underestimation of our intelligence?
To be frank, the name Sofia is no big deal, but the surname “Jansen” makes everyone wary.
This time, they found her on a landline, everyone looked at each other strangely silent.
“Check the neighborhood’s phones,” someone muttered softly. Locating a payphone isn’t as convenient as a mobile phone; basically, you just need to hit the enter key once.
But no one pressed that key, instead, someone murmured, “Can’t we stop deceiving the police every time?”
Everyone turned to look at a certain person, a fervent believer.
This person sighed too, looked grimly at the screen, and said nothing.
“Bullshit,” someone finally couldn’t hold back, “reading the ‘Holy Teachings Gazette,’ and then the ‘Dallas Forum Gazette’… Are we all dead or something?”
And still, no one reacted.
The call lasted a full six minutes before someone couldn’t stand it anymore and called the police station.
It took another two minutes to get through to the station, and then another two minutes for the police to arrive at the scene.
Regrettably, according to a nearby pizza shop customer, the caller left a minute ago.
As for the police asking where that person went—who would bother with that?
In fact, Feng Jun and Sofia hadn’t left at all; they were still standing nearby, invisibly watching the police scurry about.
Sofia couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “What foolish behavior… utterly ridiculous.”
Feng Jun replied indifferently, “When you observe with cool detachment, you realize there are plenty of ridiculous people.”
Sofia fell silent for a moment, then sighed, “In your eyes, am I ridiculous too?”
“That’s not what I mean,” Feng Jun replied softly, “I just want you to understand that I didn’t stop you from making calls. Keep chatting; it’s best to gather more information… As long as I’m around, no one can threaten you.”
He wasn’t trying to boast; he just wanted to gather the necessary information to save himself time.
But Sofia remained silent again, and said softly, “If only you could stay in Mai Nation forever.”
Feng Jun didn’t pick up on the sentiment, as he was more focused on the communication between the police officers.
Soon he realized the actual operators behind this were not the police but the so-called FBI.
And then—the police also didn’t know where Jinwu Sunflower and David were.
But Feng Jun didn’t know where the FBI worked, so tracing David’s whereabouts was tough.
Then he decisively changed his plan and approached a household that seemed reasonably well-off.
There’s no one inside, should have gone to work and school. Feng Jun searched around for a computer or tablet, but only found a desktop. The tricky part is… it actually requires a start-up password?
He went into two more houses and found laptops, all of which had start-up passwords. Sofia couldn’t stop laughing, “Laptops can be carried around, of course, they need a password. It’s the desktops that have passwords… you’re really out of luck.”
The fourth house was even worse. There was only a tablet and it was broken, but there was an old-style mobile phone—a bar phone!
Sofia simply suggested, “There’s a university nearby, there won’t be a lack of computers there, and there are lots of WiFi spots. Even if someone finds you, it’s not easy to pinpoint your location.”
Her suggestion was indeed helpful. Feng Jun got online at the school but still couldn’t find the FBI’s address. He did, however, discover detailed information on Jinwu Sunflower—it was posted by a seminary student, with pictures as proof.
Of course, the most critical part is that this post was made last night, so there’s no possibility of it being an FBI troll bait.
Feng Jun regrettably sighed, “What a pity, can’t go visit your Mai Nation’s relevant departments.”
Although Sofia joked about his bad luck, she was genuinely amazed by his morning’s actions, so she straightforwardly said, “I’m hungry, can you cook? I’ve eaten so many burgers and pizzas these past few days that I’m sick of them.”
At home, she seldom ate fast food because that kind of diet is unhealthy—”junk food” is actually a concept proposed by people from the Mai Nation. If you pay attention to their high society, you’d know those people are in pretty good shape.
In the Mai Nation, obesity is a poor man’s trademark, but the elites aren’t like that!
Feng Jun thought for a moment and asked, “How about Chinese food?”
“Sure,” Sofia answered decisively. She was quite familiar with Chinese cuisine, “At least it doesn’t have a lot of sugar.”
Feng Jun’s cooking skills were quite good. The two set up a tent in the woods on the outskirts, pretending to be a couple on a picnic, and no one paid attention—mainly because the cooking was done outside the tent, and the eating inside, so no one could see Sofia’s exquisite beauty.
Sofia ate quite comfortably, to the point that she was sweating on her forehead even in the cold weather. After eating, she clung to Feng Jun, asking him to conjure a bed, “If I could snuggle under a blanket and have a sound sleep right now, I’d have no more desires in life.”
Feng Jun originally intended to refuse. Still, considering she hadn’t been sleeping well recently, he tentatively suggested, “How about sleeping inside the Spirit Beast Bag? It’s especially quiet there, no light or noise pollution, you can sleep however you want.”
“No,” Sofia shook her head in horror. That terrifying experience was absolutely something she couldn’t bear to recall, “Forget it, I suddenly don’t want to sleep anymore.”
“Sigh,” Feng Jun sighed, conjured a big bed, and not only laid a straw mat but also spread a thick cotton mattress underneath—friends who’ve camped in the wild know, in extremely cold weather, a thin mattress can still be chilly.
Then he pulled out a satin quilt, “Remember, you now owe me for the bedding expenses, the total has reached fifteen hundred US Dollars.”
Sofia cheered and immediately dived into the blankets, one piece of outerwear after another being tossed out from under the cover.
Feng Jun had no desire to appreciate this eye-searing scene and went outside to meditate—since he had promised her that nothing unexpected would happen while he was around, he definitely had to ensure it.
After meditating for a short while, the wind started to pick up, and the temperature began to drop—was the Arctic chill really arriving?
About an hour later, Feng Jun entered the tent, feeling a bit of warmth—a six-square-meter tent with a fifteen-hundred-watt electric oil heater. Although the insulation of the tent wasn’t great, it must have had some effect.
And Sofia was sound asleep, half of her bare shoulder sticking out of the blanket, along with a smooth, prominent collarbone…
Feng Jun pursed his lips, with a flick of his hand, he… stored her into the Spirit Beast Bag.
Anyway, a sleep’s a sleep whether it’s inside or elsewhere.
His main task was to hurry in the afternoon, finalize the locations of David and Jinwu Sunflower, and then act at night.
Due to concerns about Mai Nation’s radar, he was reluctant to use the Flying Boat. His speed on foot wasn’t especially fast, and he couldn’t be sure when Sofia would wake up since this girl had recently been lacking in sleep!
Besides, traveling on foot alone versus with someone… makes a big difference.
After storing her into the Spirit Beast Bag, Feng Jun tidied up the scene and headed straight for Mingsu Da—the seminary student pointed out that it was where Jinwu Sunflower and David were.
And Mingsu Da was over two thousand kilometers from Feng Jun’s current location. His limit on foot was just over nine hundred kilometers per hour, unable to break through the sound barrier—it’s not that his cultivation level at sixth level wasn’t enough, but he lacked the corresponding secret technique.
Feng Jun had collected quite a few cultivation techniques and secret techniques, but not this particular one, nor were similar secret techniques common—it’s not merely a matter of speed burst, but also involves self-defense.
You can’t have the tragedy of an airplane hitting a bird, right? Nor could you burn up like a meteorite, could you?
But this also shows that there are too many things worthy of studying in the Cultivation World, even though the days of cultivation are long, not every skill has the time to be mastered.
Feng Jun sighed inwardly but had no intention of collecting this kind of secret technique—because there was no need.
For long-distance travel, he could use a Flying Boat, and for emergencies, he could switch dimensions. This fast-travel technique was just for occasional use. Was there a need to specially learn it?
So he arrived at the destination over two hours later, just as dusk was falling—Mai Nation truly is vast.