Chapter 6: The Pinnacle of the Tower

The Eye of the Skynet was essentially a surveillance and control system covering the entire residential complex, much like an advanced monitoring network. Earlier, Yang Fan had traced back through the Eye, reviewing footage from six o'clock till now, but there was no sign of Aunt Chen returning home.

This was truly a grave matter, and what Yang Fan feared most was that Aunt Chen might be contemplating something desperate...

"Officer, something terrible is about to happen!"

"Please, don't panic just yet."

"How can we not panic? Chen's son is seriously ill, and now she’s taken him out of the hospital so suddenly—it’s obviously not normal!"

"Exactly, officer, what we worry about most is that she’s lost hope. If something really happens..."

Around the officer, people were talking anxiously. Whether they knew each other or not, in the face of sudden disaster, everyone united as never before.

Yang Fan stood among them, sharing their concerns. This wasn’t just an incident—it was a major crisis...

"Everyone, think carefully. Where could she have taken her son?"

"We have no idea, officer. You know how it is—most of us are temporary tenants here. It’s hard enough to know a little about each other, let alone pry into someone’s private affairs. All we know is that Chen came here alone with her child; beyond that, we’re in the dark."

"Alright, here’s what we’ll do: We’ll return to the station immediately to check the surveillance around the hospital. Meanwhile, you organize a search—split into groups and cover as much ground as possible!"

"Understood! Let’s do that!"

No one dared waste a second. As the officer left, everyone quickly divided into teams. Yang Fan grouped with Xu Tao and Wang Jie.

"Yang Fan, where do we even start looking?"

"Tian Ning is such a big city—searching blindly is like finding a needle in a haystack. But every second we lose, who knows what could change..."

"Time is life right now!"

"Wait, let me think!" Yang Fan said, sweeping his mind rapidly through the Rental Treasury.

At this moment, it was the only way...

"Copy Stamp, Rubbing Card, Invisibility Card..."

He skimmed over the names; there was no time to read the descriptions. The Rental Treasury was packed—nearly a hundred items per page. Yang Fan’s mind was in chaos.

"Ai Xiaomei, is there a treasure that can track someone’s current location?" Yang Fan asked internally.

"Yes, there’s the Enhanced Eye of the Skynet, and another called Designated Tracking Fluorescence."

"Fine, you choose for me. You probably already know Aunt Chen is missing—which treasure do you think is more suitable?"

"Of course, Designated Tracking. It lasts five minutes and costs five thousand yuan or two hundred fifty credits to rent!"

"I’ll take it!" Yang Fan replied decisively. What was five thousand yuan compared to a life? Money was nothing in this moment.

Besides, it wasn’t even his money—he could credit it as an act of kindness for Liu Mingfeng. Saving a life was worth more than building a seven-story pagoda; perhaps it might lessen his sins.

Five thousand yuan was deducted from the card, and suddenly, an image of a glowing lamp appeared in Yang Fan’s mind, as if forming a connection. The lamp vanished, replaced by a line extending from his mind—visible only to him.

"Come on, follow me!" Yang Fan urged.

Finding walking too slow, he hailed a taxi.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"I’ll guide you—just follow my directions."

"Alright!"

The tracking line remained, and after a minute, Yang Fan could already see Aunt Chen sitting at the rooftop edge of a tall building.

Without hesitation, he activated the Enhanced Eye of the Skynet for another five thousand yuan, locking this area under surveillance.

"Jump, go ahead and jump!" Yang Fan muttered coldly. At the rooftop's edge, it was not just Aunt Chen and her son—there was also a man and a woman.

"Scum," Yang Fan couldn’t help but curse.

"Yang Fan, who are you cursing at?"

"Not you two. Driver, faster—any later and there’ll be real trouble," Yang Fan urged.

"Got it!"

Now that Aunt Chen’s location was confirmed, Yang Fan quickly called several people, informing them of her whereabouts, and dialed the officer as well.

On the rooftop of the Haitian Building, Aunt Chen was indeed there, crying in despair—her hope all but extinguished.

"Mom, please don’t cry," her son pleaded weakly.

"My good boy..." Aunt Chen clung to her son’s pale, feeble body, holding him tightly in her arms.

"How touching," sneered a young, beautiful woman. "But my husband, Lao Li, won’t be moved by this. Didn’t he give you the money you wanted? Why come back?"

Beside her, Lao Li stood unmoved, indifferent even in the face of his ex-wife and son.

"Lao Li, he’s your son too!" Aunt Chen screamed, her desperation clear. Her son’s condition required constant medication—every moment was precious.

If not for her son’s life, she would never have come to beg her ex-husband again. Wasn’t it this malicious mistress who drove her and her son out in the first place?

"My son? Don’t forget, I gave you enough money back then. Now you’re threatening me by jumping? What am I, a mint? An ATM? Go ahead and jump if you want, and besides, I’m not even sure he’s really my son."

"You shameless wretch!" Aunt Chen spat.

The woman beside Lao Li responded with a loud slap.

"Shut up! What right do you have to scold us? Aren’t you here to jump? Take your son and jump!"

With that, she shoved Aunt Chen to the ground. Aunt Chen’s son tried to reach for her, but the woman slapped him hard as well, sending him sprawling.

"Deng Lin, you’re going too far!"

"Too far? I’ll show you what ‘too far’ really means!" Perhaps truly enraged, Deng Lin grabbed Aunt Chen by the hair and dragged her toward the rooftop’s edge.

"Let go of my mother!" Aunt Chen’s son wailed. Deng Lin shoved him forcefully, and he fell to the ground. Lao Li watched coldly, like a bystander, unmoved.

"Stop!"

At that moment, Yang Fan and his group burst onto the scene. The door below had been locked, but Yang Fan had borrowed a hammer and smashed it open. When it’s a matter of saving lives, there’s no time for niceties.

"You—how did you get in here?"

"Broke the door down," Yang Fan replied coolly. He rushed to Aunt Chen’s side and, before Deng Lin could react, returned her slap with interest and rescued Aunt Chen.

Xu Tao helped Aunt Chen’s son to his feet.

"Honestly, I never hit women, but if I didn’t hit you, I’d never forgive myself," Yang Fan glared at Deng Lin. In that instant, the Memory Eye activated, fixing on her.

"Aunt Chen, are you alright?" Yang Fan asked, helping her up.

"Lao Li, she hit me!"

"Who are you people, breaking in here? This is a crime—I’m calling the police!" Lao Li raged.

"Go ahead! I’d love for you to call them!"