Fang Rong was in a state of utter confusion and didn't know what to do. He watched Fang Hua leave and disappear into the corner.
The city at night is bustling with activity, with thousands of lights shining brightly, and the tall buildings appearing as if they are adorned with jewels.
Fang Rong took a deep breath, activated her personal computer, and called Meng Xiuyuan.
Meng Xiuyuan seemed very busy, able to receive phone calls anytime and anywhere, and appearing neatly dressed in the 3D image.
He was flipping through some documents when he saw it was Fang Rong calling. Without even looking up, he asked, "What's wrong? Why are you calling me so late?"
“He’s gone bad.” Fang Rong still couldn’t accept it. “I can feel it; the way he looks at me is different now.”
"Fang Hua?" Meng Xiuyuan stopped circling the important part with his pen. "You've met him."
“Yes.” Fang Rong’s fingers trembled. “I’m willing to help you find him, but you can’t hurt him. He’s still a blank slate, and there’s still a chance to save him.”
After a moment of silence, Meng Xiuyuan nodded gently, "Okay, I promise you."
Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Meng Xiuyuan seemed to see through his embarrassment and considerately asked him, "Where are you? Do you want me to come pick you up?"
"No." Fang Rong shook his head. He didn't care about his own condition, but was more concerned about Fang Hua. "As long as you can find him, I can bring him back."
"So confident?"
Fang Rong forced a smile. "I know him very well."
"good."
Fang Rong was still worried. "We must not hurt him, nor should we get too close to him. We just need to be able to ascertain his whereabouts."
"Okay." Meng Xiuyuan seemed to have known he would say that, and answered without the slightest hesitation.
"If you hear any news about him, please let me know as soon as possible, and I'll tell you how."
"kindness."
Fang Rong hung up the phone, feeling utterly exhausted and weak.
He glanced down and saw that the balcony on the top floor of the thirty-story building was not for living. It was equipped with lightning arresters to prevent lightning strikes during rain, so there was no staircase, only an iron ladder hanging outside, used for repairing the lightning arresters.
The iron ladder was rusty from being unused for so long, and looked extremely dangerous. Fang Rong hesitated for a moment, but still stepped over it and slowly descended the ladder, holding onto it.
Because the iron ladder was straight, going up and down was very difficult. Before he had even gone halfway down, Fang Rong was covered in cold sweat, and his palms were sticky. He tilted his head to look down and felt dizzy, as if his head was heavy and his feet were light.
He doesn't have altitude sickness, but he is a little nearsighted. Nearsighted people see things that are a little far away as blurry and unknown. So height isn't scary; what's scary is the unknown.
Fang Rong tightened his arms, calmed himself down and continued down. Fortunately, there weren't many iron stairs. He didn't start to encounter stairs until he reached about the thirtieth floor, and where there were stairs, there was an elevator.
Fang Rong bypassed the stairs and went to the elevator. He was too tired. He had been frightened quite a bit today and didn't want to walk. He just wanted to lie down on the bed as soon as possible.
Taking the elevator was another ordeal. The elevator, which was as high as thirty floors, moved slowly up and down in order to ensure safety. Fang Rong was already impatient. He rubbed his temples and forced himself to calm down, quietly waiting for the elevator to stop every few floors, and then stop again every few floors. After all, he was not the only resident in this building.
The elevator finally reached the tenth floor, and Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know why, but he felt particularly lost and sad today, as if he had lost all his savings. He felt regret and heartache.
The automatic sensor lights in the hallway turn on automatically when someone walks by, while some are old and in disrepair and only turn on when Fang Rong claps his hands.
He was exhausted, so he opened the door and lay down to sleep without doing anything.
Fang Rong was very sleepy and tired just now, but when she actually lay down in bed, she was no longer sleepy. She opened her eyes in the darkness, absentmindedly thinking about other things. She didn't know how long it had been before she closed them again and slowly fell asleep.
The next day was another sunny morning.
He was woken up by the phone ringing. Meng Xiuyuan called him, saying, "We've found him."
Fang Rong sat up abruptly. "Where?"
"The surveillance footage only shows that they entered Beiluo Seafood City, but we are not sure exactly where they went."
"I understand." Fang Rong immediately threw off the covers and went to get dressed. "Wait for me, I'll be there in a bit. I'll tell you the method now."
He seemed very confident that he could bring Fang Hua back, and even Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but wonder what his method was.
After all, the North Luo Seafood City is a mixed bag, with a wide reach, and it's difficult to lure out someone who genuinely wants to hide without a search warrant.
In the basement of Beiluo Seafood City, Fang Hua rolled up his sleeves and started washing dishes. With today's advanced technology, there are dishwashers available in every household, so there's no need for manual dishwashing.
However, the Beiluo Seafood City is different. Seafood itself is extremely expensive, and it was sent from the orc world below. It went through many hardships and was still alive when it arrived. So, in fact, only the rich and powerful can afford to eat at this seafood city.
Wealthy people, once they have money and power, like to enjoy life. They insist on using manual labor for everything from waiters to dishwashers, and these workers can't be too unattractive.
With Fang Hua's looks, he was originally supposed to be a waiter in the VIP room, but he couldn't smile or talk, which offended many customers who harassed him, so he was assigned to work in the dishwashing room.
The basement lights were dim, emitting a warm, yellowish glow. Fang Hua remained silent, slowly taking out a plate and washing it in warm water.
There were already many washed items piled up on the table, and of course, even more unwashed ones. The supervisor was a woman, and seeing that he seemed a bit silly, she didn't want to rush him. So Fang Hua would sometimes wash until midnight, his hands turning white from being soaked in water.
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