Next.

Jiang Lai cleaned up a little, and then rushed to Kyoto by plane alone.

Because this operation may involve Nuwa, the force behind Qing Manrong, and it is dangerous, he did not ask anyone to accompany him. With his current strength, he is enough to deal with all crises, and some people will be in trouble if they follow.

When he arrived at Kyoto International Airport, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and seeing that it was still early, Jiang Lai ate a bowl of noodles at a roadside stall and studied the map he had just bought.

With vague memories, the old house that Qing Manrong mentioned to him seems to be in the Higashi-gu district of Kyoto, and the specific road has long been forgotten, and now it can only be helped by the names of the streets marked on the map.

It took more than half an hour for Jiang Lai to finally find a street name that matched his memory, Holly Road!

At that moment, he stopped a taxi and rushed straight to his destination. Due to the severe traffic congestion in Kyoto, the road of more than 10 kilometers took more than 50 minutes.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Lai took out a cigarette and lit it, looking around at the surrounding buildings. This is supposed to be an LC area, all old-fashioned two-story buildings, each with a separate courtyard.

Walking along the street, which only allowed two cars, Jiang Lai walked at a slow speed while observing the buildings on both sides of the road. The external structure of these buildings is the same, and he doesn't know which one Qing Manrong is referring to, so he can only look for it slowly.

After about ten minutes or so, he stopped in front of an old building.

If you look closely, the building in front of you may have been uninhabited for many years, the mottled walls are covered with creepers and vines, and an iron gate in the center is rusty, and the chain has been rusted by the rain, turning it into a piece of scrap metal.

Through the fence of the iron gate, I saw that a thick layer of dead branches and fallen leaves had accumulated in the courtyard, and the doors and windows had been broken.

He glanced at the vaguely visible house number, 1024 Holly Road, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and his heart was finally sure.

1024！

Qing Manrong's birthday happens to be October 24th, which is obviously not a coincidence.

Seeing that there was no one left and right, Jiang Lai jumped and fell lightly in the courtyard. Looking around, he moved to the door, pushed the door and walked in. Suddenly, a pungent smell came to his face, making him frown unconsciously.

As he expected, the building had been uninhabited for at least a decade, with dilapidated tables and chairs covered in dust, and large swaths of the walls falling off in disarray.

After taking a few looks, seeing that nothing was found, Jiang Lai went straight to the second floor. As the door was pushed open, his pupils froze suddenly, and his steps immediately stopped in mid-air, and slowly retracted.

The second floor was a one-bedroom layout, and he was surprised that the second floor of the entire building was clean and tidy, with a single bed by the window and a small desk next to it with a laptop on it.

However, what attracted Jiang Lai's attention the most was a wall in the room.

On that wall, there are dozens of photographs, all of them strange faces. Not only that, but the photos are all strung together by red lines, and the other end of the red line is concentrated in the center, and it seems as if someone is tracking something through them.

Jiang Lai walked to the wall, stretched out his hand and touched it, and there was a hint of curiosity in his inky black eyes. Judging by the traces left on the wall, in the middle of the blank space, where all the red lines gather, there should have been a photograph pasted, but someone had taken it.

Otherwise, maybe he would know what the man who laid it all out was looking for.

After a moment of silence, he turned to the desk and carefully opened the notebook. Everything is normal, and the laptop is still 70% charged, indicating that someone else lived here not long ago.

Sitting in the computer chair, Jiang Lai lit a cigarette and intently browsed the folders on his notebook. On the hard drive, he saw a number of data files marked with 'Confidential' and 'Top Secret'. But what makes him feel a headache is that these files are specially encrypted, and if you want to know the contents inside, you must crack them first.

Although he knows computers, he is not good at this kind of top-notch hacking technology, and it seems that he will have to ask for the help of an expert. Thinking of this, he called Liu Lonely, summoned several top hackers on the spot, and used the remote plan to crack those encrypted documents.

Due to the slow progress, Jiang Lai got up and walked around the room, wanting to see if there was anything else to gain. At this moment, his eyes fell on the single bed by the window.

Standing at the head of the bed, I saw that the bedding on the bed was relatively thin, and it also exuded a faint fragrance. Jiang Lai is very familiar with this smell, it is Qing Manrong's body fragrance. It can be seen that this should be Qing Manrong's hideout.

No one knows about this place except her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have kept all her secrets in that notebook.

With the cooperation of several top hackers, it took about a quarter of an hour for all the encrypted documents on the hard drive to be cracked.

Looking at the secret document displayed on the screen, Jiang Lai did not rush to open it, but fell into deep thought. On the way here, he has been thinking about a question, Qing Manrong left clues to lead him here, is it to ask him for help, or do he want to use him again?

If it's the latter, he has to be careful!

After all, he had already learned Qing Manrong's methods, and this woman was very good at grasping people's minds.

Not long after, Jiang Lai lit a cigarette again, and under the smoke he opened one of the confidential documents.

Although there was probably a trap set by Qing Manrong, a strong curiosity prevailed. He wanted to know how many secrets were hidden behind Qing Manrong's unknown.

It took Jiang a few minutes to finish reading the information recorded in the classified documents. Only then did he feel a burning pain in his fingers. The afterglow swept away, and the cigarette between his fingers had already burned into a whole strip of ash. Because I was so engrossed in it that I forgot that cigarettes existed.

There are many unbelievable things mentioned in this document, which seem to be natural disasters, but in fact they are all done by man.

Extinguishing the cigarette butt, Jiang Lai pillowed his head with his hands, and spent another half an hour digesting what he had just seen.

I have to admit that his heart was greatly shaken. It turned out that he was so small before, like an insignificant grain of sand, to be trampled on.

No wonder Qing Manrong often said that he had never even seen the tip of the iceberg. It wasn't until this moment that he had a deeper understanding.

It's just that this is no longer what it used to be, and now he is no longer the Templar King who was limited in his gaze. In just a few months, from a martial arts layman to the realm of a grandmaster, how many people in this world can compare with him.

After a few moments, he opened the document marked 'Top Secret' again.

With a glance, his face changed drastically.