Chapter 106 Han Ming is connected to the serial murder case

He was dressed in his usual trendy outfit, his half-pink and half-black hair standing arrogantly, his hands in the pockets next to his studded Martin boots, tilting his head and smiling at them, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with interest.

Almost simultaneously, a cold system notification rang sharply in Su Xiaonuan's mind:

[Warning! Target with 'Sin Value' of 20 detected within range!]

[Target Information: Han Ming. Suspected Crime: Illegal information acquisition, connection with the suspicious organization 'Crescent Moon'.]

20 points! Just barely crossed the red line!

Su Xiaonuan felt as if her blood had instantly frozen, and she stood there motionless, her fingers gripping the unicorn plushie tightening involuntarily.

She stared at Han Ming's roguish face, her heart filled with immense shock and bewilderment.

When I met him at the Cultural Square last time, he seemed like just a well-off, somewhat cynical international student. Although he was unconventional, the gentleness he showed towards that little girl named Zhuzhu didn't seem fake... How could... how could he be a suspect with a criminal record?

Although it was only 20 points, the fact that she was "connected to the suspicious organization 'Crescent Moon'" immediately put her on high alert!

An Ran noticed Su Xiaonuan's sudden change in expression and stiffness, and quickly tugged at her arm gently, asking in a low voice, "Nuan Nuan, what's wrong? Do you know him? Who is he?"

Su Xiaonuan snapped back to reality, her eyes darkening slightly. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She nodded, her gaze still warily fixed on Han Ming, her voice carrying a barely perceptible chill: "I know him. We've met once."

Han Ming seemed to keenly sense the change in Su Xiaonuan's attitude towards him. It was no longer the helpless and madman-like look she had given him before, but rather one full of wariness and scrutiny.

His smile remained unchanged, but deepened even more. His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were sizing up some interesting prey, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at that moment.

He ignored the coldness in Su Xiaonuan's eyes, took a step forward, and looked at her face. His tone was still relaxed, but it carried an air of undeniable authority: "Miss Su Xiaonuan, what a coincidence. Would you do me the honor of joining us at the coffee shop next door? There are some things I'd like to discuss with you privately."

Su Xiaonuan's heart tightened.

Want to talk alone? What does he want to talk about? Is it the results of his investigation into her? Or... "Crescent Moon"?

She wasn't quite sure of Han Ming's intentions, but her intuition told her that this meeting couldn't be easily avoided.

She quickly considered the matter. If she refused, she might alert the other party; if she agreed, with An Ran by her side, the other party shouldn't act rashly in public.

Moreover, she wanted to hear what he had to say.

After thinking it over, she nodded and said calmly, "Okay." Then, she took Anran's hand tightly to show her attitude, "I'll go with my friend."

Han Ming raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over An Ran's wary face. He tilted his head noncommittally, seemingly finding it a bit troublesome. But after a few seconds, he shrugged, sighed, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Alright. It seems Miss Su is quite guarded."

After Su Xiaonuan and An Ran temporarily left the plush toys they had caught and the bags they had just bought at the counter of the plush toy store, the three of them went to a quiet coffee shop next to Yintai City.

Han Ming, familiar with the place, requested a small, private room. The room was dimly lit, filled with the rich aroma of coffee beans and the savory scent of desserts.

After taking his seat, Han Ming casually ordered three cups of coffee and some desserts, then sent the waiter away.

The door to the private room closed gently, shutting out the noise from outside.

Han Ming leaned back comfortably on the soft sofa, but his gaze was fixed on Su Xiaonuan as if he had locked onto his prey, and that enigmatic smile still lingered on his lips.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead used his slender fingers to tap lightly on the smooth tabletop with a clear, rhythmic tapping.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet private room, carrying an invisible pressure.

Su Xiaonuan's hands, resting on her knees, curled slightly, her back ramrod straight, every nerve in her body tense. An Ran also sensed the unusual atmosphere and subconsciously moved closer to Su Xiaonuan, her face pale.

Finally, Han Ming stopped tapping.

He picked up the black coffee the waiter had just brought, took a small sip, then put the cup down. His gaze returned to Su Xiaonuan's face, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone calm yet carrying an all-knowing certainty:

"Su Xiaonuan, female, 22 years old, former member of the national Sanda team, retired for unknown reasons. She currently has no fixed occupation in the city and makes a living by selling snacks at a mobile stall."

He recited her basic information as if it were a familiar treasure, his tone devoid of malice, but rather carrying a pure appreciation.

"He may seem ordinary, but he is anything but. He is extremely skilled and quick-witted, and has 'coincidentally' assisted the police in subduing criminal suspects on numerous occasions, including but not limited to habitual thieves, school bullies, and even... murderers."

With each word he spoke, Su Xiaonuan's heart sank a little deeper, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

How could he know so much?!

"What's even more astonishing is your unparalleled culinary skill. The aroma of your dishes is overwhelming, and the taste is exquisite, seemingly capable of stirring the deepest desires in people's hearts. It can even make some of the most vicious criminals willingly fall into your culinary trap..."

His voice was soft, and his pace was slow, as if he were stating an interesting fact.

But to Su Xiaonuan and An Ran, it was like a thunderclap!

An Ran was shocked and instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief and worry as she looked at Su Xiaonuan.

She only knew that Nuannuan was setting up a stall, but she had no idea that there were so many thrilling events behind the scenes!

Su Xiaonuan felt the air in the private room instantly become suffocating, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She stared intently at Han Ming, her muscles tense like a cheetah poised to pounce, her face filled with undisguised vigilance and coldness.

Han Ming took in their reactions, then suddenly changed the subject, his smile fading slightly, his tone becoming sincere and reassuring: "Miss Su, Miss An, don't be nervous. I didn't mean any harm by saying this."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Su Xiaonuan, and extended that invitation again, but this time his tone was much more serious than the last time at the cultural square:

"I just want to invite you, Ms. Su, to join us once again, and even more sincerely."