Chapter 192 Xiaoting, There's a mentally ill person in your neighborhood.
Press Enter.
The search results instantly filled the screen.
Yun Yang's gaze was firmly drawn to two of the terms.
These are links to two online novels from the same website and by the same author.
The first book is "The Mind-Reading Spoiled Ghost".
Upon clicking, a profile page popped up, and the female lead's name was prominently displayed—Yun Yang.
Why her?
Didn't I fail at the strategy?
Without hesitation, she swiped the mouse and flipped directly to the last chapter.
Her fingertips turned white from the force she exerted, and the words on the screen felt like knives stabbing into her eyes.
Watching Yun Yang disappear from this world, Li Yuan shot and ended his and Fu Xiaoting's lives...
Yun Yang stared intently at the line of text, as if trying to pierce through the screen.
She looked at it again and again.
She recognized each word individually, but when put together, she couldn't understand it.
He died.
He committed suicide...
So, what the system meant by "unnecessary" is this?
Since Li Yuan and Fu Xiaoting are already dead, there is no need to look for time travelers anymore.
A sharp pain shot through her chest, so intense that she could barely breathe.
She instinctively put her knuckles into her mouth and bit down hard, tasting the salty, metallic flavor of blood before regaining a faint sense of sensation.
No.
No, it won't.
Yun Yang shook her head violently, and unwilling to give up, she exited and clicked on the link to another book.
"Pamper Your Boss's Son"
Perhaps he has already gone back.
Clinging to her last shred of hope, Yun Yang clicked on the link.
However, this book has only one chapter.
She clicked on it with trembling hands.
Li Yuan got into Tsinghua University, and Wang Xiang drove him to the school to register... The car plunged off the overpass...
The author has stopped updating.
"ah--"
A suppressed roar escaped from her throat.
Yun Yang suddenly stood up from the chair, clutching her chest, which felt like it was being torn apart.
no.
That's not right.
She was breathing heavily.
He paced anxiously back and forth in the cramped rented room.
The floorboards creaked under her feet.
Calm down.
We must calm down!
She forced herself to stop and sit back down in her chair.
Open the author's homepage.
The author's pen name came into view.
"I am Sunny Day".
Why did Qingtian write such a depressing piece?
What if we could find this author?
Since Li Yuan is a character she created.
Perhaps there's a way to change Li Yuan's predicament!
This thought, like a faint flame lit in boundless darkness, instantly ignited all of Yunyang's hopes.
The next day.
As soon as it was dawn, Yunyang got out of bed.
She hadn't slept all night; her eyes were bloodshot, but her gaze was unusually firm.
Because she found the best private investigator on the entire internet.
But they only accept cash, so you have to go to the bank first.
I rummaged through drawers and found an old canvas bag at the very bottom of the wardrobe.
The words printed on it made her feel very safe.
Not afraid of robbers.
Just as I stepped out of the residential area, a somewhat melancholic guitar accompaniment drifted over.
Yunyang stopped in her tracks.
Under the shade of a tree by the roadside, a boy with a chestnut-colored haircut was holding a guitar, his eyes closed, singing with great passion.
I still think about her...
"What I want to forget... is every single day that's about you..."
"It's that azure sea..."
The singing voice carried the unique clarity of a young person, yet it also revealed an unyielding sadness.
Every word was like a needle, piercing Yunyang's heart with precision.
She couldn't bear to listen anymore.
Otherwise, the psychological defenses that have been painstakingly built will collapse completely.
Yun Yang took a deep breath and pulled out two crumpled red banknotes from her canvas bag.
That was the only asset she had left in her wallet before she traveled through time.
She walked quickly to the boy.
The boy seemed oblivious to anyone approaching, still engrossed in his own world with his eyes closed.
Yun Yang handed over the two bills, her voice hoarse and stiff.
"Stop singing. You're out selling yourself so early in the morning. Use this to buy some breakfast."
After saying that, she shoved the money into the man's hand without another word and turned to leave.
The boy suddenly opened his eyes, bewildered by the unexpected interruption and the inexplicable words.
Staring incredulously at Yun Yang's retreating figure, his anger flared up instantly.
"Hey! How dare you talk like that!"
Sell?
What to sell?
But the next second, his gaze inadvertently glanced at it.
My gaze lingered on the canvas bag on Yunyang's shoulder.
A line of unusually eye-catching text was printed on it:
[Discharge photo from the Municipal Mental Health Center]
The boy's anger was instantly extinguished.
We can't afford to mess with them.
He secretly took a picture of Yunyang's back and posted it online: "My God, Xiaoting, guess what I found out? There's a mentally ill person in your neighborhood. If you see him when you go out, stay away."
bank.
Yunyang encountered a really annoying person.
My college classmate, Zhang Yang.
Anyone who buys ten pounds of beef and gets nine pounds is an amazing genius.
Furthermore, he got a job at a bank right after graduation thanks to family connections, which made him even more arrogant and domineering.
He was sitting behind the counter, dressed in a smart uniform, looking quite respectable.
He spotted Yun Yang at a glance, his eyes practically overflowing with contempt.
"Hey, isn't this Yunyang? What brings you to the bank on a weekday? Still haven't found a job?"
Yun Yang glanced around and saw that only the window where he was sitting was empty, so he went over and sat down.
Looking at her haggard face and the dark circles under her eyes, Zhang Yang continued speaking to himself with a condescending sense of superiority: "If you had agreed to be my girlfriend back then, my dad could have arranged a comfortable job for you at the bank. Now it's too late. My family introduced me to a girlfriend who is a teacher at a top elementary school with a permanent position."
He deliberately emphasized the word "organization".
Yunyang took out her bank card from her bag.
"Okay, congratulations," she replied perfunctorily, handing over the card.
Zhang Yang's smile widened: "It's too late to regret it now. Even if you come back to me, I..."
"Take 100,000." Yun Yang interrupted him.
Zhang Yang's words caught in his throat. He paused for half a second, then seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world: "Are you still asleep? You? Where did you get 100,000?"
He knew Yunyang's background all too well: she was beautiful, but also poor.
Then, his tone became meaningful: "Yunyang, I have to give you a piece of advice: girls shouldn't go astray. Don't touch online loans. The interest will snowball and you'll end up ruining yourself."
"Bang!"
Yun Yang slammed her hand heavily on the metal counter, making a loud noise that drew the attention of everyone in the hall.
"Did you hear me when I said I wanted to withdraw 100,000?"
Zhang Yang was startled by her sudden action.
Upon hearing the commotion, the lobby manager immediately jogged over. He first frowned at Yun Yang, who exuded a menacing aura, and then his expression changed drastically when his gaze fell on the black card beside her.
That's a personalized card.
Only those with over 100 million in savings can own it.
The manager immediately bent over, repeatedly apologizing to Yun Yang: "I'm so sorry, ma'am! He's new and doesn't know the rules. I'll get someone else to handle your case right away!"
As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang muttered under his breath, unconvinced: "Who knows where her money came from? It must be from some shady source..."
Yun Yang coldly glanced at his face, which resembled that of an Avatar.
He wants to kill someone!
He subconsciously reached for his waist.
I didn't touch anything...
Oh, I forgot, she didn't have a gun anymore.
Such severe aftereffects of time travel.
She slapped the bulletproof glass.
"I think your genes are of dubious origin..."
Before he could finish speaking...
On the glass, a familiar figure, so familiar it made her heart stop, flashed by, walking towards the bank's exit.
She didn't even bother to get the money; she turned around abruptly and rushed towards the bank entrance like a madwoman.
The sounds of the whole world faded away, leaving only the frantic pounding of my heart in my chest.
"Xiaoting..."
"Li Yuan—!"
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