I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 709 - 271: The Unmade Call, Reversal of Light and Shadow (5k)_2

Wen Yan climbed over the wall into the villa. He looked at the people lying on the ground and slightly retracted some of the spreading Corpse Poison, ensuring they wouldn't turn into zombies within an hour.

He raised his head and saw that the massive Yang Energy burst forth from the second floor. The Gray Cloth flew out on its own, wrapped around the railing, and instantly pulled Wen Yan up.

Then the Gray Cloth circled around Wen Yan. After spotting the silhouette in the room, it immediately snaked through a gap in the French window, trussed them up like a crab, sealing even their mouth.

Wen Yan glanced at the bound figure and saw the Doll Master's prompt pop up. He finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He had found the right person.

Next, he turned to the young man lying on the bed, whose eyes were full of shock.

A hard slap landed, instantly knocking the young man unconscious.

A person blessed by the Explosive Great Sun Blessing, yet still trussed up like a crab by the Gray Cloth.

If it were Qin Kun with the Explosive Great Sun Blessing, he would be able to tear the Gray Cloth apart with his bare hands.

At such close range, it might take just the blink of an eye for him to blow Wen Yan's head off.

Wen Yan saw the man's phone lying nearby, with a string of digits already entered for a phone number.

Wen Yan took a closer look.

If it weren't for the additional "86" at the front of the number he intended to dial, he might have already made the call.

And now, he was just one digit short of making the call.

Looking at the young man again, Wen Yan noted his complexion was already slightly blackened. He was clearly poisoned, yet because of the strong Yang Energy within him, the toxicity was forcibly suppressed.

The water flew back, its toxins completely consumed, transforming back into a bracelet that fitted itself around Wen Yan's wrist.

Wen Yan noted down the phone number.

He took out his phone and dialed Feng Yao.

"Whatever you're doing now, unless the sky is falling, look up a phone number for me immediately."

Wen Yan recited a phone number.

"I don't know the last digit. There are ten digits in total—try them one by one. I want to know who the owner of this phone number is, where they are, and get surveillance on them. And make sure, absolutely ensure, that they don't detect it. Make it quick."

On the other end, Feng Yao, hearing Wen Yan speak so uncharacteristically rudely and seriously, immediately took out his laptop.

"Don't worry. To locate a cell phone, you don't need to access the phone itself. Even if it has a protective program, it won't be triggered, unless their security clearance is higher than mine currently is."

Feng Yao's hands darted over the laptop keyboard.

Starting with 0 as the last digit of the phone number, small windows began to pop up. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH! Ten windows appeared simultaneously on the screen.

"Five of the numbers are inactive, unused. The other five, judging by the middle four digits of their area code, all belong to a city in Jingchu County. Four of these account holders are local.

"One is a high school student, and their phone is at home. Another is a stall owner who is still out selling breakfast; this mobile number has been in use for thirteen years. One is used by a housewife; the number is a secondary line on a family plan. And one is a renovation worker, who has used the number for seventeen years.

"Regarding these four, I don't see anything particularly noteworthy. Actually, the other three—those belonging to the stall owner, housewife, and worker—have been in use for a long time, over a decade, and don't seem problematic. Their information is very easy to find, and their daily routines are very clear. Only that high school student has used this phone number for just one year, but even that student's routine is very clear.

"The last number is currently active in Guanzhong County. The account holder is a woman over seventy years old. The last time she paid her phone bill, the old lady paid it herself with cash at the provider's store. The number is a secondary line attached to a broadband package."

Feng Yao spoke incredibly quickly, relaying the information he had found.

"Can you pinpoint exactly where that last person is? Can you access any cameras?"

Wen Yan's heart rate started to pick up. For some reason, he had a strong feeling that this person must be the one with the Little Mustache.

"To be safe, don't do anything that might alert them. Avoid direct observation. Just send me whatever material you manage to retrieve."

After a moment's thought, Wen Yan added another warning.

Feng Yao's expression grew grave, and his demeanor became even more serious.

He did as Wen Yan instructed, using only location tracking to pull up surveillance footage. He then packaged it and sent it to Wen Yan without looking at it himself.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan received the packaged content but also refrained from viewing it. Instead, he fed it to an AI and had the AI sift through it based on parameters he had previously set.

Even though this content was no longer live surveillance, and the probability of being detected by certain individuals during observation was actually quite low, he still felt it was best to play it safe.

In just a second, the AI provided him with feedback.

Within that content, there was an individual who matched his description.

A beret, a trench coat, and a small mustache beneath his chin—he looked like an artist.

Wen Yan still didn't look. He continued to instruct the AI to use this person as a baseline to match against the previously filtered images.

Three images were a high match.

Wen Yan still didn't look at the pictures. He just noted down their sources: the time they were taken and which surveillance cameras had captured them.

Wen Yan took a deep breath and said,

"I'm sending you a target. Don't observe them."