Shi Jinzhe looked at the light, picked up the phone from Shehe's hand, and put it up for auction on the game app with 5 points, with a starting price of 100,000.

The price will be higher if the auction is held in small batches and multiple times. After the first 5 cents are sold, he will bid for another 5 cents in two days.

After browsing the forums as usual, I found that many players were complaining about being assigned to a battle royale game this round, cursing the game for being unfair.

He scrolled through several posts and confirmed that this was a punishment round designed to eliminate players.

But while some are sad, others are happy. Some people are showing off that they were carried by their faction and gained fifty points in one go, which made a group of people lose their composure.

The only sound in the quiet carriage was Sher's breathing. After watching for two minutes, Shi Jinzhe's eyelids grew heavy, and he soon fell asleep.

The next morning.

Light streamed in from outside the curtains, and the high-speed train slowed down as it pulled into the station.

After packing his suitcase, Shi Jinzhe checked to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. "Did you bring the charger?"

Schech held up the white power cord and charging head: "Take it."

"Where are your documents?"

"Yes."

"Where's your phone?"

“It’s in the bag.” Shekh showed him his phone and ID. “Is there anything else missing?”

Shi Jinzhe glanced into her open pocket to make sure everything was there. "You're the only thing missing. Let's go, get off the bus."

In southern cities during winter, the perceived temperature drops another ten degrees after it rains. As soon as the two got off the train, the damp, cold air hit their faces.

Shech likes water, but not cold water.

She turned up her collar to cover her neck, saying, "I want to go to sleep first; I haven't slept well for the past two days."

Shi Jinzhe nodded; it was just as well, he was sleepy too.

The hotel I booked was a bit far from the station, and by the time I arrived, it was already noon.

There weren't many people in the lobby; besides the staff, there were only a few guests sitting on the sofas.

While checking in, Shekh propped his head up with one hand at the counter and almost fell asleep, but Shi Jinzhe helped him up.

Why are you so tired?

Yesterday, Shi Jinzhe was afraid of squeezing her, so she lay on her side all night, waking up every now and then.

"The weather is damp, wet, and cold, and I just want to sleep."

"It'll be ready soon." Shi Jinzhe took the room key, pushed the suitcase over, and led her towards the elevator.

Before entering the elevator, a phone call came in. Shi Jinzhe called to Shehe, "Come pick me up, I'm not available."

Shekh took his phone out of his pocket and pressed the answer button. "Hello."

Upon hearing a woman's voice, the person on the other end paused for two seconds before asking, "Excuse me... is Shi Jinzhe here?"

A deep, mellow male voice came through the receiver. When he called out Shi Jinzhe's name, he paused slightly, as if he was not used to being called that.

Shekh held the phone to Shi Jinzhe's face, and before he could even raise his hand, he heard him say, "Hang up."

The people inside heard his voice and immediately called his name, but unfortunately, Shekh was too quick and blocked his words from the busy signal.

Shi Jinzhe glanced at the unfamiliar phone number and said indifferently, "Press the small square in the lower right corner, click the second option, and add this number to the blacklist."

Shekh did as instructed without asking any further questions.

Once inside the room, she carefully checked for any hidden cameras and then tapped the mirror with her finger. Only after confirming that everything was in order did she soak her tail in the bathroom.

The 48-hour dungeon run was more tiring than 30 days on Azure Island. As soon as my body sank into the warm water, my scales felt so comfortable they wanted to burst open.

Shehe almost fell asleep right there, resting her head on her arm. If Shi Jinzhe hadn't knocked on the door from outside, she might have turned into a cold water snake.

After getting out of the cooled water, Sheikh lay down on the hotel bed in a good mood.

The curtains were drawn inside. Shi Jinzhe sat on the sofa in front of the French windows and told Shehe to wait until he had lunch before taking a nap.

While eating, his phone kept vibrating. After blocking four phone numbers in a row, Shi Jinzhe simply turned it off.

Without the disturbance from the Cheng family, not only could meals not be eaten, but even sleep was exceptionally peaceful.

As soon as their heads hit the pillow, the two slept from the afternoon until the next morning. When they opened their eyes, Shi Jinzhe was still a little dazed.

The blackout curtains were so effective that he thought it was eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

It wasn't until he turned on his phone and saw 05:42 that Shi Jinzhe realized it was the next morning.

Shekh was awakened by the phone's light. She slammed the phone down on her head, and a minute later, she lifted her head from under the covers. "Shouldn't we have dinner? I'm hungry."

"I must be hungry, it's already morning."

Sheh pulled his phone out of the covers and lay on his pillow to look at local delicacies.

However, the constant pop-up messages at the top of the screen were interfering with her viewing of the pictures.

"Someone is looking for you; it's those two little dumplings from the grasslands."

Looking at the messages, all they were were friend requests from young masters he had known from his time at the Cheng family.

What has happened to Cheng Youan again? He's being summoned like a death knell.

This reaction doesn't seem like something out of a death game, otherwise the Cheng family would have gone mad long ago. They must have something else to ask him for.

Shi Jinzhe propped the pillow up behind his back and leaned against it, picking out a barely acceptable one from the verification applications.

The person I added was the red-haired guy I'd met by chance at our last meal. His name was Chi Yu. We weren't particularly close, but he was one of the few people who didn't kick me when I was down.

Chi Yu, on the other end of the phone, had just come out of the bar and gotten into his car when he saw that the application he had casually submitted to appease the Cheng family had been approved...

"This is outrageous! He ignored so many people who contacted him, but he actually approved my application."

The man with the buzz cut who got into the car with him instructed the driver in the front to drive. Hearing this, he leaned over to look at his phone with him.

"To be honest, this is the kind of profile picture my grandma's generation used."

The willow branches reflected in the clear blue water, perfectly complementing the gilded lettering of "prosperity and wealth."

"Your grandma is so down-to-earth."

Chi Yu cleared his throat and got straight to the point via voice message: "Cheng Youan's mother has had another episode. She's looking for you everywhere and insists on having her son. Cheng Yun wants you to go back to the Cheng family to see her. She's gotten to the point where she needs sedatives. I went to the Cheng family last night and acted like a grandson, but they smashed a vase over my head. You'd better figure it out."

It was no secret that Cheng Youan's mother had some mental issues, and Chi Yu didn't hide it from her, saying it directly.

Cheng Youan was taken away by the Cheng family's rival. Of the children found in the same batch, two had their limbs broken and were disfigured, and three had their organs harvested. Only he was not found.

When Cheng's mother saw those abused children and thought of her precious son, she was instantly traumatized, even though she had never experienced setbacks in her life.

If Cheng Yun hadn't brought her a Shi Jin from the orphanage, she probably would have gone crazy sooner or later.

I thought she had recovered long ago and that her son had been found, so there wouldn't be any problems. But in just a few months, she has relapsed several times.

This time it was so serious that he had to be hospitalized.

Chi Yu sent the message and waited a few minutes before receiving five words.

Time's End: [Cheng Youan's mother.]

The man with the buzz cut said, "You know what, he's absolutely right. Even Cheng You'an doesn't work, does he? Doesn't he care about his mother?"

"Cheng Youan ran away from home last night, and no one else knows about it yet."

? ?

A man with a buzz cut, an old man's face, and a cell phone on the subway.

What the heck?

Running away from home?