Rebirth of the Best Businesswoman at School Chapter 1447 - I Found Him
1447 I Found Him
The night deepened, and silence enveloped the area, broken only by the occasional passing car.
Jian Ai and her companions arrived, and Yun Buyao surveyed their surroundings. Thankfully, the affected zone wasn't vast, offering hope she could ascertain all necessary details.
“What was the precise moment?” Yun Buyao inquired of Jian Ai.
Jian Ai responded, “The ninth of April, at six minutes past eleven in the morning.”
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Nodding, Yun Buyao took her position at the scene. Slowly, her eyes shifted, their color transforming from their natural hue to a mesmerizing jade green.
This was the pinnacle of Spiritual Arts—the Time Reversal technique!
While the world remained unchanged for Jian Ai and the others, Yun Buyao's vision swirled. Dusk bled into noon as the night rewound, finally settling on 11:06 AM exactly.
The street teemed with life, a vibrant tapestry of vehicles and pedestrians, with shops bustling with activity. Yun Buyao witnessed the entirety of yesterday's events unfold before her.
Her gaze scanned every passerby, every patron within the shops, and even every vendor selling newspapers, meticulously searching for anyone out of place.
The car accident, replaying from the surveillance footage, played out in Yun Buyao's sight once more. Her attention then drifted upward, examining every window on the second, third, and even higher floors of the surrounding buildings.
Jian Ai and Bai Zhou watched Yun Buyao's focused actions with quiet intensity. They couldn't perceive what she was seeing, yet Yun Buyao's face grew increasingly wan, her lips losing their color.
“What’s happening to her?” Bai Zhou asked, his voice laced with concern.
Jian Ai’s brow furrowed. “It appears this particular Spiritual Art is immensely taxing, requiring a significant expenditure of spiritual energy to sustain. She’s depleted her reserves.”
This was Jian Ai's deduction, drawn from her own cultivation experience. However, it was only part of the reason. The true gravity lay in the act of reversing time itself, allowing Yun Buyao to witness past events.
The natural flow of time was being defied, and Yun Buyao's intervention was a direct challenge to the heavens, inflicting considerable harm upon her body.
Nevertheless, the safety of the Sect Master's family, and indeed the Sect Master himself, was paramount. As one of the elite twelve guards, Yun Buyao felt an unwavering sense of duty and accepted the risks without hesitation.
“I’ve found him!”
Yun Buyao suddenly exclaimed, her voice cutting through the tension. Her eyes fixed on a coffee shop to the left, named 'Hut in the Clouds.' By a window sat a suspicious man, who only rose and departed after the injured had been removed by the ambulance.
Crucially, Yun Buyao observed his demeanor. His expression was not one of mere curiosity or shock, but remained utterly impassive throughout.
An ordinary person witnessing such a tragic accident would hardly react with such detached indifference, unless they possessed foreknowledge of the event.
He was the one!
Yun Buyao had identified the culprit!
Jian Ai and the others quickly converged around her. The jade-green hue in Yun Buyao’s pupils gradually receded, but before she could utter a word, a pained grimace contorted her features. In the next instant, she violently coughed up a mouthful of blood.
“Yun Buyao!”
The cry of alarm was immediate. Bai Zhou instinctively moved to support her, but Yun Buyao waved him off weakly. “I’m alright. I merely expended too much energy.”
As she spoke, Yun Buyao met Jian Ai’s gaze. “He’s at the coffee shop across the street. A man in black, by the window on the second floor. He appears to be in his thirties and is wearing a baseball cap.”
Jian Ai turned, her eyes falling upon the 'Hut in the Clouds' coffee shop positioned by the roadside.
“Understood. Thank you for your efforts,” Jian Ai said, her voice filled with gratitude.
Yun Buyao offered a faint smile, her face still pale. Moments later, succumbing to her exhaustion, she collapsed into Bai Zhou’s arms, unconscious.
Armed with this crucial lead, Jian Ai initiated an immediate investigation. While the coffee shop itself lacked surveillance, a bank adjacent to it had cameras covering its entrance. Correlating the timeline, Jian Ai swiftly pinpointed the direction the suspect had fled.
Concurrently, Ji Haoyu tasked Yuan Ye with acquiring all available surveillance footage in the vicinity, focusing on reconstructing the man's movements and meticulously tracking his path.
Due to the limitations of surveillance technology in that era, piecing together the individual's location from fragmented footage became a complex challenge. Yuan Ye marshaled all his available computer expertise to assist in the endeavor.
The following evening, Xiao Zhen and Zhi Tong made their return!
“Are we too late?”
Xiao Zhen inquired, his brow furrowed, as they stood in the hospital.
Jian Ai confirmed with a nod. “Miss Wasp departed at noon. She mentioned sending her regards. Perhaps your flight encountered interference.”
Even a highly skilled physician like Wasp had exerted considerable effort to pull Wang Yunmei and Jian Yu back from the brink of death. After monitoring their conditions for several hours, she had departed.
Xiao Zhen could only nod, a sense of regret clouding his expression. He addressed Jian Ai, saying, “I apologize, Sect Master. I shall not leave your side again.”
Twice. It happened twice. When the Sect Master required his presence, he had not been by her side to offer his unwavering loyalty. Such a failing meant he deserved to face his end.
“Please, don’t speak in such a manner. You are not a mere accessory to me. It’s simply that this entire situation unfolded far too abruptly. Furthermore, without your initial recommendation, Miss Wasp might not have agreed to assist. Ultimately, all the credit belongs to you,” Jian Ai conveyed.
Her mother and brother remained under close observation in the intensive care unit. While their lives were no longer in immediate peril, they were still unresponsive and unconscious.
Uncle Wu, along with Wang Yunzhi, Jiang Chunfen, and the others, diligently took turns attending to them. Jian Ai felt a sense of relief knowing they were being cared for. Her most pressing priority now was to identify the individual orchestrating these events.
Before long, crucial news emerged from Yuan Ye’s investigation. They had successfully pinpointed the suspect’s last known location: a luxurious six-star establishment adjacent to Baiyun City Train Station – the renowned Hotel M!
Could this be the very hotel that had recently commenced operations under Jian Ai’s conglomerate of companies?
“Ascertain the precise guest room occupied by this individual on the ninth of April without delay. I require all pertinent customer details!” Jian Ai immediately commanded the hotel’s manager.
His choice of lodging, a hotel under her own ownership, was inadvertently making her task significantly more straightforward.
Shortly after, a name, Qiao Shuchen, was transmitted to Jian Ai’s mobile device, yet no supplementary information accompanied it.
After all, hotels typically do not record detailed family backgrounds for their guests.
Gazing at this unfamiliar name, Jian Ai’s mind echoed with a single, resolute thought: I have absolutely no acquaintance with this person!
Who exactly was this mysterious individual?
“He is the youngest son belonging to the esteemed Qiao family, hailing from the capital city.”
The speaker was Yu Wuyuan. The Yu family’s influence and reach were so vast in the capital that they naturally maintained connections with various prominent and affluent families. Qiao Shuchen held a degree of notoriety within the capital’s circles, making him recognizable to Yu Wuyuan.
“You are acquainted with him?” Jian Ai inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Yu Wuyuan responded by shaking his head. “I have merely heard of this individual; however, I have never had the opportunity to engage with him directly.”
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Even though the Qiao family was considered a reputable lineage within the capital, in the grand scheme of the Yu family’s power, they were akin to mere ants. They simply did not possess the standing or qualifications to forge any meaningful connections with the Yu family.