Naming Technique of the Night

Qing Chen stood in the hallway.

He stood there without uttering a word.

He looked at the familiar yet suddenly somewhat unfamiliar door of his home.

Due to the building's old age, the fuse box in the hallway no longer had a cover.

In the past, the power would often go out at home, so candles were always kept on hand, and when a fuse blew, his father would have to come out with a candle to flip the switch back on.

But there would be no more scenes like that from now on.

It was as if Qing Chen had rapidly recalled all those past memories.

Only then did he raise his hand and knocked on the door of what used to be his home, "Thud, thud, thud."

The door opened, and Qing Guozhong stood inside with a dark expression, "What are you doing back here instead of being at school?"

Qing Chen calmly asked, "Why do you want to sell this house? Have you thought about where I'll live after you sell it?"

Qing Guozhong had never seen his son so confrontational, and his momentum diminished somewhat for a moment.

However, he quickly raised his eyebrows, "This is my house, and I'll sell it if I want to! If this house is gone, you can go live with your mom! I don't know who was so despicable to report me, making me spend so long inside. I'm telling you, don't come to me with your bad luck now!"

"The court awarded custody to you," Qing Chen said.

"Your mom has money now," Qing Guozhong retorted with a strained neck, "Her house is big now, you can just live there."

"What about the money that was under my bed yesterday?" Qing Chen asked.

"It's gone," Qing Guozhong said, "That money was given by your mom, right? She's not short of a few thousand now. Just go to her, and don't come looking for me anymore! I can't understand why you chose to follow me when your mom and I divorced!"

Qing Chen looked at him and said, "At least my mom still sends living expenses every month. What responsibilities have you ever taken on?"

That comment displeased Qing Guozhong, "You really think your mom sends living expenses for you? She does it for herself!"

Qing Chen was stunned for a moment.

Qing Guozhong cursed and said, "Do you know why she doesn't directly transfer the living expenses to you? We had agreed that she must send your monthly living expenses to me and only then did I agree to divorce her, or else I would have fought with her till the ends of the earth, and she would never have been able to divorce me!"

"So that's how it is," Qing Chen sighed inwardly.

Qing Guozhong continued, "Now that she is financially better off, you think she is better than me because she gives you a few thousand? She's no saint either! I'll sell this house and still be able to save some money for your college!"

Only Qing Chen knew that those few thousand were not given by his mother, Zhang Wanfang, but were earned through his own hard work.

Hence, Zhang Wanfang had not given him any financial gifts outside the divorce settlement.

What Qing Guozhong mentioned about saving money for his college was also just a lie.

In this world, the words of a gambler are the least trustworthy.

In that moment, life revealed its most ferocious face to Qing Chen.

The bloody, ugly face.

Below the abyss, it seemed like countless dark hands were ceaselessly trying to drag the young man down.

Qing Chen raised his head and stared straight at Qing Guozhong, and the relentless internal torment suddenly came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

"Go ahead and sell the house. From now on, we will have no father-son relationship," Qing Chen said and then turned and left the hallway.

Jiang Xue in the room next door wanted to rush out several times to scold Qing Guozhong and wanted to hold Qing Chen and comfort him, but she remembered what Qing Chen had instructed: never let Qing Guozhong remember any clues. Once the house is sold, he won't come here anymore. But if he knows you, Aunt Jiang Xue, are close to me, he might even come to borrow money from you later.

So, Qing Chen was cutting off all ties, not lingering in ambiguity.

Qing Guozhong, standing behind him, did not retain Qing Chen but said to the agent, "See that? The issue is resolved, hurry and call that client who is willing to pay to the housing bureau and complete the procedures today, let him pay in full!"

Qing Chen walked onto Xingshu Road, watching the vehicles coming and going.

The uncle selling baked sweet potatoes by the roadside was opening his clay oven, pinching each sweet potato to see if they had softened.

A middle-aged man passed him while on the phone, saying he would work overtime tonight and not come home for dinner.

Bus 46 slowly stopped at the stop, the driver listlessly waiting for passengers to disembark, while those on the bus aimlessly looked out the windows.

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He felt that the entire world was filled with a strange sense of alienation.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, he took it out, it was a call from Zhang Wanfang.

Qing Chen answered, "Hello?"

Zhang Wanfang said, "Xiao Chen, mom is going on a business trip this weekend, so I won't come to see you..."

Qing Chen hung up the phone, then put Zhang Wanfang and Qing Guozhong's numbers into the blacklist, blocked them on WeChat, and deleted everything.

Shortly after, Jiang Xue ran out, took Qing Chen's hand, and asked, "Xiao Chen… are you okay?"

Qing Chen smiled, "It seems like letting go of the past isn't so difficult after all, but I still have one thing left to do."

...

Approaching midnight.

Qing Guozhong walked down the dimly lit street humming a tune, slightly drunk and in a pretty good mood.

He was carrying a plastic bag with tens of thousands of yuan he had just withdrawn, and dialed a number on his phone, "Hey, Lao Zhang, where are you playing cards, need one more person... What are you talking about, I have money, just sold the house today and ready to win until you're down to your underwear!"

"Alright, alright, I'm nearby, just wait, I'll be there soon..."

Qing Guozhong continued walking forward.

At that moment, he felt something was not right and suddenly looked back.

However, there was no one on the small path behind him, just the empty midnight streets with stray cats darting between the green belts.

Qing Guozhong laughed to himself, thinking he was just being paranoid.

"Maybe it's because I'm scared after being detained; damn it, if I ever find out who reported me, I'll break his legs!" Qing Guozhong muttered to himself.

After saying this, he turned two street corners and entered a building in a complex.

After he went in, Qing Chen emerged from the shadows of the building in the complex.

"Hello, is this 110? I want to report that in building 7, gate 3, room 101 of the Luo Yin Residential Area, there is a group gambling involving a large amount of money," Qing Chen spoke into his phone, "Yes, more than three people, gambling funds exceeding fifty thousand, enough for a case to be filed and pursued. Hurry up, they can't escape."

After hanging up the phone, Qing Chen also walked into the building.

Honestly, when learning tracking and combat skills, Qing Chen never thought he would use those advanced skills in such a setting.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He wondered what expression Mother Ye would have if she heard about this.