Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 635: 393, Manufacturing Accident (10,000-word update for monthly ticket)_3 Chapter 635: 393, Manufacturing Accident (10,000-word update for monthly ticket)_3 Qing Chen picked up his coffee and quietly sat in front of the clear glass window, observing the outside world.

Nobody knew what he was watching.

The next moment, Qing Chen glanced at the time, stood up, and walked outside.

The sun was just right outside, and in the distance, a convoy of three vehicles lined up was rapidly approaching.

Qing Chen walked towards the oncoming convoy on the sidewalk.

As he walked, his hands, which were originally in his pockets, pulled out, and a wallet also tumbled out onto the ground.

A man not far away saw this and immediately ran over to pick up the wallet, then ran off in the opposite direction.

However, the man ran so hastily that he accidentally knocked down a woman walking her dog.

After the woman fell, the leash slipped from her hand, and the large pet dog bolted towards the middle of the road.

A vehicle, attempting to avoid the dog, swerved sharply and headed straight for the oncoming convoy.

With a thunderous crash, the lead car collided with the out-of-control vehicle as it couldn’t swerve in time.

The fallen woman, the man who picked up the wallet, the fleeing dog, the colliding cars—everything was bound together by a wallet that had fallen to the ground.

It was as if someone held a key called fate, unlocking a new door.

With a click, the car door opened.

A bodyguard got out to check the situation and, after finding out what had happened, came back to the car and said in a low voice, “Boss, it was an accident.”

Sitting in the back seat of the executive car, Qing Wen’s face was ashen as he muttered, “Qing Xing… you just won’t stop, will you!”

“Boss, what do we do now?” the security personnel asked in a low voice.

“Cover me while I change cars, leave one person here to deal with the traffic accident, and the rest will escort me home,” Qing Wen ordered resolutely.

After the vehicle left, Qing Chen walked in another direction, the route that Qing Wu usually took to get home.

And Qing Chen had also prepared an accident for Qing Xing involving Qing Wu.

Qing Xing probably never imagined that there was someone in the world capable of replicating the accidents he orchestrated with his mind alone.

In fact, Qing Chen had tried as much as possible to calculate the accidents, but planning them single-handedly was quite strenuous.

When plotting against Qing Wen, he even had to sprinkle some canine attractant in the middle of the road, or he would have no way to make the pet dog run into the street.

So, the accident Qing Chen created was flawed. If someone investigated carefully and found the attractant on the ground, it could prove that the accident was staged.

But none of that mattered, as long as Qing Wen and Qing Wu believed it was Qing Xing’s doing.

Qing Xing was usually protected by security personnel arranged by his parents, unless Qing Chen risked being targeted by the Qing Family in broad daylight to use the tactic of “winning with virtue,” he temporarily had no good way to deal with Qing Xing.

The gunshots of winning with virtue were distinctive and easily recognizable.

If he were to assassinate Qing Xing, would he then face a relentless pursuit from Qing Xing’s parents?

However, when you temporarily have no way to deal with an enemy, you can find additional enemies for that person.

That way, a lot of people would target him together!

Now, Qing Yi was being sheltered by Intelligence Department One, and he seemed set to become the most powerful Shadow Candidate. There would probably be many people targeting him.

So, overshadowing Qing Yi with Qing Xing’s spotlight also seemed interesting.

“Amusing,” Qing Chen said.

At some point, he had begun to share the same hobby as that shadowy figure in the Qing Family.

The customers in the coffee shop, the pedestrians by the road, all talked about the sudden accident, while the instigator, Qing Chen, had already walked far away.

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At night, Qing Xing was sitting in his house, silently playing with an old matchbox, which rustled with the matches accumulated inside.

The worn matchbox, labeled Taboo Item ACE-054, would produce an extra match each day, and they wouldn’t disappear even if unused.

When Qing Xing received the matchbox, it was already full, and he had never used it up to this day.

He recalled the scene from the previous afternoon, a young man in the firelight, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, exerting an invisible influence over his psyche.

Could the other person see him?

He probably couldn’t.

Qing Xing thought coldly.

Just then, a phone call came through; he glanced at it—it was Qing Wen.

“Hello, Qing Wen,” Qing Xing said calmly.

But he heard Qing Wen from the other side remark, “I don’t care how you did it, but if you use that inexplicable ability on me again, let’s just go all out on each other.”

With that, Qing Wen hung up.

Qing Xing sat stunned on the couch for a while; the accident he had arranged for Qing Wen was a long time ago. Why had the other suddenly called now?

Qing Xing instinctively felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Before he could figure out where the problem lay, Qing Wu also made a call to him.

“Hello, Qing Wu,” Qing Xing said.

On the phone, Qing Wu said coldly, “If you dare to use your ability on me again, I’ll twist your head off.”

After speaking, Qing Wu hung up as well.

Qing Xing felt a sense of injustice—he really had never tampered with Qing Wu’s fate, as Qing Wu’s rank was much higher than his, and he truly had no way to affect the other’s destiny.

The rationale was straightforward: Qing Wu was tougher.

Qing Xing pondered slowly. Could it be that both Qing Wen and Qing Wu suffered accidents on the same day and blamed him for both?

He suddenly realized a problem—if everyone starts suspecting him, wouldn’t all accidents be attributed to him in the future?

Wait, could someone be purposely causing accidents and framing him for them?

Qing Xing was a bit hesitant because he wasn’t sure if anyone in the world could do that.

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