Chapter 164
"You... are her parents." Speak of the devil and he will appear. Upon learning that Yu Qian's parents had arrived, the proprietress rushed over from next door. After greeting them, she sat next to the two of them and looked at Bei Qiao carefully: "I'm from the garment store next door. I have something I want to ask you." He doesn't look like a liar, but he doesn't seem to be from the same family as this girl.
"Yes, if there's nothing else, I'll take the person away." Bei Qiao glanced at the other person and stood up expressionlessly: "Qianqian, let's go." This look is really unpleasant.
"Hey? What's wrong with you?" Seeing Bei Qiao didn't respond, the proprietress became anxious and stood up, trying to pull Yu Qian's arm: "You are not a beggar, are you? You have to prove that you are the family's parent, otherwise..."
Bei Qiao kicked the bench he was sitting on and moved it in front of the proprietress. "I'm being kind, but if you keep pestering me, I'm crossing the line."
"……What do you mean?"
The two of them made so much noise that the other guests in the teahouse looked over when they heard the noise. They watched the fun while eating the fruits on the table, with one leg stretched out, ready to run away at any time: they didn't know if a fight would break out.
The storyteller continued on stage, and Bei Qiao and the proprietress were talking quietly. The waiter didn't realize they were arguing until Bei Qiao kicked a stool, and he quickly ran over to try to mediate. But one of them had a stubborn temper, the other a martial artist, and neither looked easy to persuade. The waiter was frantic, but he didn't dare to step forward. The meager wages the teahouse offered him weren't worth the risk.
Bei Qiao didn't intend to embarrass the shop owner, nor did he want to continue arguing with the proprietress. Pulling Yu Qian, who was running around the table, to his side, Bei Qiao walked past the waiter and said, "Let's go. Have you paid the bill?"
Yu Qian was led out by Bei Qiao in a daze: "I put the tea money on the table..." He left just like that, and ended it without a verbal battle. This is not martial arts!
"stop!"
Oh, the plot is coming... Yu Qian stopped excitedly, completely forgetting that she was at the center of gossip: Oh, so the martial arts scenes are here! I knew it!
"How can you talk like that! The boss lady is being so kind, and if you don't appreciate it, then forget it. But what do you mean by just leaving?" A regular customer of the garment store saw the boss lady being humiliated, and finally couldn't help but stood up and rushed to Bei Qiao, trying to reason with the boss lady.
"You're forcing people to stay in your store with good intentions, and even refuse to let them go when someone comes home." Bei Qiao glanced at him casually, and without stopping, he pushed him aside and continued walking out: "We were just passing by and bought a piece of clothing. Why are we being interrogated like criminals and detained under house arrest?"
"This..." A regular customer who originally thought the proprietress was attentive and responsible thought about it carefully and couldn't help but gasp: "Really! Not letting someone go, what's the difference between this and detaining a criminal? Besides, even arresting a criminal requires the corresponding documents!"
Bei Qiao's words made many people present fall into deep thought. No one came out to stop them, and no one jumped out to speak for the boss lady. Yu Qian was holding the clothes she had changed out of the store before, and was smoothly taken out by Bei Qiao. As she walked, she suddenly flew up: "Hey? When did you fly up?"
"I've been flying for a while." Bei Qiao put away his Qinggong skills and put Yu Qian at the door of the official inn: "I took a detour, so even if someone is following us, they should have gotten rid of them by now. Of course, for safety reasons, you'd better go back to the village early." The Novice Village is the player's base camp. Once there, it doesn't matter if you don't go online for several days. Your own home is the safest place.
"Yeah, I got it. Thank you for your hard work today, Qiao Qiao. I will give you a big red envelope when I get back!" Yu Qian nodded repeatedly: There is give and take, and we can't let people make a wasted trip.
"Yeah." Bei Qiao didn't take this sentence seriously. After putting the person down, he found a corner to change his clothes, put on the mask, and put on Mr. Qiao's vest again. He was ready to go home. On the way, he would stop by to see if Qin Huan had returned home.
At the inn, Yu Qian returned to her room and opened the forum. Using her real-life account, she sent Bei Qiao a red envelope. Then, she opened the local spam group to see if there was any follow-up to the teahouse incident. Luckily, she caught a player live-streaming gossip about the teahouse. Unfortunately, there were more players in Linjie City than in the Novice Village, and some people loved to spam. She had to scroll back and forth repeatedly to see the full gossip.
The player who was eating melons in the teahouse had booked a private room on the second floor, with a window that overlooked the main entrance. Since he was the only one in the room, he could read the gossip and chat in the group at the same time, without any interruption.
Lu Jia: After that handsome girl left with her sister, the teahouse became very quiet. I guess everyone was thinking about what had just happened, and the storyteller was left out.
Lu Jia: If that girl is fake, or if the eldest sister really ran away from home, the boss lady is at most doing something good with bad intentions.
Lu Jia: But she's not fake. She's an adult. Isn't her stubbornness a form of imprisonment? Don't tell me, don't tell me!
Yu Qian: "..." Why does this person type with an accent? The system doesn't seem to have a voice input function.
In the teahouse, the ignored storyteller took great pains to draw the guests' attention back to himself. Just as he was about to continue with the previous story, a guest in the audience suddenly jumped up and yelled, instantly cooling the atmosphere.
“That’s not martial arts at all!” The guest was probably too immersed in his own thoughts and didn’t notice that he had jumped up. He just lowered his head and muttered, gesticulating like a possessed person: “Shouldn’t the normal process be that you argue back and forth with each other, and then the argument escalates and even leads to a fight, and then in the middle of the fight you suddenly discover someone’s difficulties, and finally you understand each other and have a happy ending… Uh” Why are other people looking at him like that… Holy shit!
The customer reacted and covered his face and tried to leave. To save the customer's face, the waiter chased him to the door of the teahouse and stopped him to remind him to pay the bill. He was also considerate enough to block the customer's figure with the door.
"Where's the owner of the clothing store? Did she run away early?" Yu Qian sifted through the group chat history. What's the follow-up? Where's the owner? She won't even come out to defend herself. Anyway, was the unfortunate kid the owner detained really taken away by his parents? Maybe... Never mind. I should think about when to go back.
Yu Qian lay on the bed and began to search for information about the escort agency in Linjie City. On the other side, Bei Qiao, who was wearing the vest of Young Master Qiao, encountered three groups of scammers on the way home. Finally, he had to use his lightness skills to go home: This set of clothes is too conspicuous and luxurious, I have to change it next time I go out.
When passing by the gate of Qin's house, Bei Qiao stopped and wanted to ask if Qin Huan had returned home. At this moment, a carriage drove around the corner not far away, and Qin Huan's face flashed through the window.
Well, it seems that this trip went smoothly, but I don’t know if the person behind the scenes was caught... Bei Qiao, having put his worries to rest, turned around and continued to head home.
"Brother, just say that I have good taste." In the carriage, Qin Huan proudly nudged his brother with his elbow: Although he is not a blood cousin, he is as caring as a real cousin. Knowing that I was out, he came to see if I had returned home.
"Yes, have you figured out who's behind this whole Golden Hairpin Ghost thing?" Qin Guan carelessly smoothed the dent his sister had made on her clothes. "As far as her character is concerned, my mother and I never doubted Qiao Qiao. It's just that she's a rather aloof person, always doing things for money and ignoring those without. We don't think she'd cheat, but we're worried that if you get too close, you'll be offended by her clarity."
"What's the mastermind? Didn't I send that trafficker to the mines?" Qin Huan was stunned. In order to prevent any trouble later, the official procedures were followed when sending people to the mines. After the mines accepted the people, they would send a letter to their families, explaining the whole story and the consequences. They wouldn't let people who knew him think he was missing. Is there anything else I've missed? What's the mastermind?
"Ordinary people may be able to afford a gold hairpin." Qin Guan saw the curtain of the carriage being lifted by the servant, and bent down to get out of the carriage: "But it is impossible to afford a soul-binding hairpin." Conventional soul-binding instruments are generally made of jade or wood. While binding the soul, they can also nourish the soul and prolong the time the soul stays in the human world. Gold is sharp and will cause harm to the soul. The fact that a gold hairpin is made into a soul-binding instrument is itself very suspicious, not to mention that the price of soul-binding instruments on the market is very expensive.
"Didn't he say he was going to give away all the family wealth?" Qin Huan helped himself to his brother's hand and jumped off the carriage: "I thought he was quite rich." There were magical instruments with similar effects in the Qin Mansion's treasury, and Qin Huan didn't think it was a rare item.
"Look at the clothes he's wearing. What wealth does he have to give away? Someone might be selling the gold hairpin with positioning function, but who can you sell the gold hairpin that can capture souls to except to deceive this person?" Gold jewelry is not a suitable material for binding souls. The soul will be harmed by the gold energy if it stays in it for a long time. It is difficult to say who this series of calculations are directed at. The landing of the gold hairpin after teleportation may also be within someone's calculations.
"Maybe you're thinking too complicated," Qin Huan objected: "Although I don't know how it broke through the protective formation outside the courtyard wall, but... Oh..." There are really too many possibilities.
"If you can't figure it out, forget it. Let's go eat first. I'll discuss the rest with Mother." Qin Guan separated from his sister at the fork in the road inside the courtyard. "If you encounter anything strange during this period, please tell us immediately."
"I will." She would never be like the protagonist in some storybooks, who would act like a blind man or a lone ranger even when the clues were right in front of him!
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