She should have kept relatively complete information in her hands. The rest depends on where others keep it and whether it can be discovered.
During the two days in the villa, I applied ginger tea and various ointments every day, switching between metronidazole and adapalene.
She put too much powder on her face and pulled up her trouser pockets. It was no exaggeration to say that she was pretending to cry in the lawyer's office, and a layer of powder was floating in the coffee cup in front of her.
So she ignored the assistant's flirtatious glances. As for the makeup on her face, yes, it was painted.
She herself didn't dare look in the mirror too often; even in broad daylight, she felt cold. It was very similar to our paper-making art, with modern dresses paired with Kabuki-style makeup.
Oh my god!
I saw a ghost!
When I boarded the plane with this face, it looked exactly like the one in my passport, but it still looked terrible.
Arriving at Xiaori, she first looked for a hotel to stay in. Then she found the old man's house according to the address of the estate. It was in the wealthy area of the east longitude. It was quite a coincidence that she had been to this place before.
That year she lit a fire here, and yellow smoke filled the sky. I don't know what happened to her afterwards, but now when I revisit the place, there is no trace of her.
With the key to the house in hand, I saw a very exquisite dry landscape courtyard when I walked in.
In her opinion, it looked very sad and unlucky.
Standing in the courtyard, the makeup on her face perfectly matched the place. No wonder their movies are scary, their daily lives are just like that.
I rubbed the goosebumps off my arms and looked around the house. The exterior was made of burnt fir wood, with white sliding doors and black solid wood floors beneath my feet.
There is a creaking sound with every step, and the more you walk, the cooler your back feels. The immersive experience brings back classic scenes to your mind.
Climbing out of the well, climbing down the stairs, crawling around the house, and emerging from the bathtub.
The deserted house suddenly felt lively, with people everywhere.
I quickly searched the house but couldn't find the old man's research materials. It seemed he didn't keep them here. I put the others aside for now; they were all hers anyway.
I stayed in Xiaori for one day and flew back to Mingzhu the next day. The first thing I did after getting off the plane was to call my workplace, as they were worried about what was happening there.
Jiang Cha came back using Meichuan Kuchazi's passport, which was easier for her to explain.
In her daily life, she would check out of the hotel on the same night she returned, then stay in her own room for the night, and fly without makeup the next day.
This arrangement means that no matter who investigates, the itinerary of the person pulling his trouser pockets will be unknown. Combined with her bad mood, she just wants to relax.
No one will think of her. When she goes out again and uses her account casually, they will know that she is safe and still alive.
"Hello, sir, this is Jiang Cha. Could you please transfer me to your supervisor?"
"Ginger tea, where are you?"
The person who answered the phone was Guangjin. She hadn't contacted him for a long time, so she must have been very worried.
"I've already arrived at Mingzhu. I'll take a flight back the day after tomorrow. Please tell your boss—"
"Speak!"
The person who answered the phone was the leader, and it was estimated that her matter this time was not simple.
"Boss, I was able to come back because I stole a Japanese woman's ID. Can you send someone to pick it up for me? Otherwise, it will be difficult to get through customs! I also have other things to bring back, and it's too much to carry."
She said it vaguely, but the things are still with her, so she must send someone to pick them up.
"Let me say a few words to her. How are you—"
Guangjin didn't grab the phone, and Jiangcha didn't call anyone after hanging up. She had to keep her tail between her legs after she got here. Everything she did would leave a trace, and she couldn't do whatever she wanted anymore.
I have a flight the day after tomorrow and will find a hotel to stay in. Jiang Cha will start to appear on the streets. Mingzhu City is a mixed bag now.
She needs to take a good look at this place, who knows when she will come here next time.
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