Even though it was a company that manufactured fake identities, any company that could survive in such an environment had its own way of doing so.
Its main service targets were officials whose lives were threatened, police officers on undercover missions, or some seasoned detectives, celebrities who wanted to live incognito, and so on.
The company refused to serve ordinary people, individuals in special professions, or those with dark histories.
Even detectives like Wen Wen had to have been in the profession for several years and maintained a good reputation before being accepted for service by this company.
Moreover, the Super Photocopy Paper Company was very cooperative with the federal government. Once the federal government had a need, security departments and special agencies above a certain level could access specific client information.
Therefore, the identities manufactured by this company only managed to conceal from ordinary federal agencies and ordinary people.
If one truly intended to cause trouble using a fake identity created by this company, they would die a most unpleasant death.
When Wen Wen first entered the profession, there was a senior detective who, believing this company had great influence, used a fake identity to extort a top federal bigwig. Then... then he vanished without a trace.
So, Wen Wen understood very well that the identities provided by this company could be used, but one should not take them too seriously.
If the entire federal business of fake identities were not monopolized by this company, and only the fake identities from the SCP company could serve a certain purpose, Wen Wen would have long ago stopped using this company's identities.
Wen Wen had no intention of using this identity to steal. He only wanted to use it to enter the museum and confirm what that thing was.
After waiting for several hours, Wen Wen obtained what he wanted at a photocopy shop affiliated with the SCP company in Furong River City.
The identity provided to Wen Wen was that of a moderately famous detective novelist who liked to call himself a great literary master.
Information about this person could even be found online, but that information was actually fabricated. It couldn't be hidden for too long, but it was enough to get by for a few days.
Next, Wen Wen, with practiced ease, bought a fake beard and other disguises, and made some adjustments. Simple makeup was a necessary skill for every detective.
After turning around in front of the mirror, Wen Wen's eyebrows furrowed. He was very dissatisfied.
He had originally intended to disguise himself as a sophisticated middle-aged man, but why did he now look a bit like a bulldog?
After all, his eyes were a little small...
Then, Wen Wen washed off the makeup and reapplied it. After toiling for more than two hours, he finally nodded with some satisfaction.
"Yes, this is more like me."
What appeared in the mirror now was a middle-aged man with a strong scholarly aura, and he was quite handsome.
After all, aside from his small eyes, Wen Wen's other facial features were quite well-defined.
Then, wearing a decent suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and renting a nice car, Wen Wen headed to the Kewei Museum.
As he approached the entrance, Wen Wen was stopped by a security guard who needed to verify his identity.
This museum was only open one day a week, and only allowed people with a certain status to enter. Today happened to be an open day.
"Sir, do you have an invitation?"
"No, but I heard that the Kewei Museum has many precious collections, and I happened to be here on vacation. I shouldn't miss this opportunity."
Wen Wen said with a charming voice, imitating the voice of a very famous middle-aged male actor, as if it were magnetic, making the security guard a little mesmerized.
The security guard carefully examined Wen Wen's attire, then placed Wen Wen's identification on a small machine. After confirming it was valid, he allowed Wen Wen to enter and visit.
After all, this was just a museum, and the inspection wouldn't be too strict.
There were quite a few people visiting the museum now. They were strolling around the not-so-large museum, occasionally chatting with people nearby.
Some of them had visited many times before. This wasn't a large museum, so there was really no need to come so often.
The purpose of most people visiting here was simply to curry favor with Zhang Kewei and to use it as a social platform.
Therefore, Wen Wen, who was solely focused on observing the collections, stood out among these visitors. Sudan Novel Network.
Although he put on the air of a cultured person, his temperament... well, everyone knew it.
Frankly speaking, the main reason he had managed to get this far without being exposed was the contribution of his "Gu Yan Tree Spirit" ability.
That ability made it easier for Wen Wen to be believed by ordinary people.
"I won't make a move on those tree branches for now. That guy still has some use occasionally."
Any collection piece in the Kewei Museum was worth astonishing amounts for ordinary people, but to Wen Wen, they were like cattle chewing peonies; he couldn't discern anything.
"Sir, you seem to be a new face. May I ask who you are..." a middle-aged woman wearing a pearl necklace and with a graceful figure approached Wen Wen and asked softly.
"Great Literary Master," Wen Wen replied, not even looking up, as he stared at a toilet used by a philosopher.
"I am Liao Jiaxin. I don't know what your works are. Would you be interested..."
Wen Wen looked up, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust, and said in a deep voice:
"All the collections here are rare treasures. Please do not speak of anything outside of the collections."
"But you're looking at a toilet..." Liao Jiaxin said weakly, suddenly feeling like she had done something wrong.
"Heh, ignorant. Do you know how many arduous years this toilet accompanied the master through? Do you know the story behind this toilet?"
After speaking righteously, Wen Wen assumed an arrogant posture and moved on to examine the spittoon used by a philosopher displayed nearby.
Liao Jiaxin stood frozen, and after being berated like that, she even felt a sense of guilt.
Then she immediately came to her senses, looking at Wen Wen with a darkened expression. This man must be a lunatic!
She was a wealthy single woman who had reached a certain age. The reason she came here every week was to find an ideal partner.
As the chairman of the Big Pot Tea Company, and despite being middle-aged, she had not lost her charm, making her an ideal wealthy patron for many younger men, who would endure anything for her.
However, her standards were high, and she believed that only elites were worthy of her, which was why she remained single until now.
When she saw Wen Wen earlier, she thought he might be suitable and wanted to get acquainted, but as soon as she spoke, she was rebuffed.
"Mr. Zhang seems to be very fond of philosophy."
Wen Wen paid no attention to Liao Jiaxin, instead dedicating all his energy to scrutinizing these collections.
A significant portion of these collections were related to philosophy: philosophical books, statues of philosophers, pens used by philosophers, manuscripts, and so on.
If the scattered other collections were removed, this place could even be called a philosophy museum.
However, Wen Wen had already looked through all the collections, but still found no clues about the containment object.
There was indeed an aura of supernatural power within this museum, and a lot of it. Many of the collections were stained with it.
But these auras didn't seem to belong to the collections themselves; rather, they seemed to be acquired from prolonged contact with the containment object.
What Wen Wen could confirm now was that a containment object did exist within this museum, but he couldn't determine anything else.
"This is a bit difficult..."