Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 489 - 292

The dusk closed in, and the mottled tubular building stood tall in the last touch of sunset glow.

The taxi rolled over the puddles and came to a slow stop in front of the flower bed.

The car door opened, and Wen Xin, holding Zhou Xiumei’s hand, hopped out of the car. The laughter of the two girls, like silver bells, echoed through the corridor.

Fang Cheng followed out of the car, habitually looking up towards the top floor, at the familiar window of his home.

The light was off, with not a trace of brightness.

From the building came the clatter of a spatula in a frying pan, the crying of some unknown child, mixed with the fragrance of food wafting in the air.

Fang Cheng first escorted Wen Xin to the door of her home in the basement, waved her goodbye, then turned to walk with Zhou Xiumei to the ninth floor.

"Brother Cheng."

At the door of room 906, Zhou Xiumei hesitated for a moment, then turned around holding her guitar case.

Under the dim light in the hallway, she lifted her face, her bright eyes filled with concern:

"You seem a bit tired, remember to go to sleep early and take care of your spirit."

She advised softly, sensing that Fang Cheng seemed burdened with thoughts today.

"Mm, you should also rest early, you have classes tomorrow."

Fang Cheng nodded, watching Zhou Xiumei skillfully unlock and enter her door.

The clang as the iron grille door shut echoed through the empty corridor.

Fang Cheng turned around and walked towards his home.

The afterglow of the sunset poured through the window at the end of the hallway, casting a long strip of light across the cement floor, stretching his shadow to a great length.

Click.

The key inserted into the lock hole, a gentle twist, and the door silently opened.

Inside was dark, with only a sliver of dim light from the hallway seeping through the door seam.

Fang Cheng didn’t immediately turn on the lights. Instead, he listened intently for a moment to confirm there were no unusual sounds inside.

Then he closed the door behind him and turned on the low-wattage incandescent lamp in the entryway.

A soft yellow light instantly filled the narrow space.

Fang Cheng, carrying a messenger bag, bent down to take off his sneakers, replacing them with a pair of worn gray cotton slippers.

However, before stepping further inside, he crouched down, his sharp gaze sweeping over the entryway floor.

His gaze quickly locked onto the floor near the door gap—

There, lay a black hair, almost blending in with the floor pattern, silently lying parallel to the grout lines.

This was the "anti-theft measure" he deliberately set up before leaving the house each time.

"No one has come in..."

Fang Cheng murmured to himself, feeling slightly reassured.

Yet he did not relax his vigilance.

As he stood, a faint dark red filter silently unfurled in his vision, like some high-tech scanner being activated. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The "Scavenger’s Eye" was engaged.

Fang Cheng took steps into the living room, scrutinizing the surrounding environment.

Every place his eyes reached, any unusual dust accumulation, subtle shifts in object placement, or strange smells lingering in the air...

All possible traces of intruders were laid bare.

His extraordinary sensory perception, like the most precision radar, covered every corner of the house, especially those easily overlooked places.

Underneath the sofa, in the depths of the cabinet, the corners of the ceiling, inside socket panels...

Apart from searching for abnormal traces, Fang Cheng specifically checked whether there were any miniature cameras or listening devices installed for surveillance.

Several minutes later, after meticulously "scanning" around, and confirming there were no anomalies.

Only then did he breathe a small sigh of relief, disengaging the "Scavenger’s Eye," his vision returning to normal.

Fang Cheng casually tossed his messenger bag onto the sofa, walked to the refrigerator, and took out a chilled bottle of orange juice, guzzling down half of it within a few gulps.

The cold liquid slid down his throat, taking away some of the agitation.

This evening, Fang Cheng hadn’t originally planned to return to this house.

Though the unfinished apartment in Guilan District was sparse, it was sufficiently concealed.

Yet, on second thought, he and the Special Search Team had just had a conflict, and the Noah Organization was secretly investigating him.

If he suddenly changed his living habits, staying out long periods without coming home, it would instead invite suspicion, appearing as an over-explanation.

Besides, his clothes indeed needed changing and washing.

His mother had been staying in Wanghu Town the past few days, taking care of his grandfather.

His uncle was still away on business, and Fang Cheng had used the same excuse, resulting in their under-renovation house lacking supervision.

His grandfather’s health, although considerably recovered, could manage daily activities, yet his mother was not reassured, preferring to stay by her father’s side, even foregoing temporarily going to work at the hospital.

Thus, for now, this old house had only him.

Having finished the bottle of juice, Fang Cheng walked over to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and gazed out at the familiar Old Factory Street night scene.

The rows of warmly lit buildings opposite exuded the essence of ordinary life.

However, Fang Cheng’s gaze was sharp like an eagle’s, his vision piercing through the glass, observing for potential surveillance points.

After a moment, he dropped the curtain, drawing a conclusion.

"It seems they haven’t reached here yet..."

He stretched his muscles a bit, feeling the emptiness in his stomach, deciding to first make a hearty dinner to replenish the enormous energy he’d consumed these last two days.

He opened the fridge, taking out a large piece of beef left in the cooler, a few eggs, and some fresh vegetables.

Cutting meat, washing vegetables, cracking eggs... his movements were skilled and quick.

Soon, the gas stove was spitting flames, filling the kitchen with enticing scents.

There were no complex cooking techniques, just straightforward home-style, but in abundant portions.

The steak sizzled as it fried, the vegetable salad was tossed vibrant in color, accompanied by a big bowl of fragrant fried rice with eggs.