Chapter 195 Missing Everyone
The girl stood with her hands on her hips, her baby voice almost cracking as she shouted.
"Please don't bother us, okay!"
Yun Yang didn't have time to think it through; the most important thing now was to keep the person here.
She unzipped the canvas bag and pulled out stacks of cash.
It was originally intended for the immortal.
He stuffed the money into the girl's hand.
"Is this enough? I'll buy his time tonight."
The girl looked down and saw that it was bright red and thick, estimated to be at least 70,000 or 80,000 yuan.
To be honest, she was tempted.
However, the person who had been hiding behind her, seemingly Ting, suddenly reached out and gently tugged at the hem of her clothes.
The girl snapped out of her daze and looked at the other person with some confusion.
Ting didn't say anything, but quickly typed something on her phone screen before handing the phone to her.
The girl's gaze fell on the screen, her face filled with shock.
She lowered her voice and asked in a whisper, "Then how did she know your name?"
Yun Yang took in all of their subtle actions.
Her heart sank, her gaze fixed on what appeared to be Ting.
"Xiaoting, are you really mute in this world?"
As he spoke, he took a step closer.
The girl immediately saw the words on Yunyang's bag, abruptly threw the money back at Yunyang, and screamed.
"Security guards! Police officers! Help us!"
"She's mentally ill! We don't know her!"
This shout stunned the surrounding spectators who had been cheering.
Countless gazes, like searchlights, fell upon Yun Yang, filled with surprise and scrutiny.
Yun Yang shook her head, eager to explain.
"No, I'm not..."
But she realized what she was saying halfway through.
In this situation, self-proof is useless.
She suddenly lunged at what appeared to be Ting.
We can't wait any longer!
Who cares if he's mute or not, who cares if he recognizes himself!
Give me a kiss!
Just one kiss might remind you of her!
However, before her hand could even touch the other person's clothes, the surrounding crowd reacted.
Hey! What are you doing!
"Stop her!"
Several kind passersby quickly surrounded Yunyang and pulled her away.
In the chaos, Yunyang could only watch helplessly as the girl, pulling what appeared to be Ting, quickly squeezed through the crowd and disappeared into the stadium exit as if fleeing for her life.
...
"Young lady, why are you still living here?"
The familiar police car, and the two familiar policewomen.
Yunyang was taken in by them once again.
The short-haired policewoman looked at the dilapidated residential building in front of her, her brows furrowed into a knot.
"You didn't get scammed out of all ten of your small goals, did you?"
The long-haired policewoman looked at her with concern: "If anything happens, be sure to tell us, and we will definitely help you."
Yun Yang didn't hear what they were saying at all.
My mind was filled with what looked like Ting's terrified face.
She just wanted to be alone and quiet for a while.
"Thank you, thank you so much. I'll send you a banner another day."
She thanked them somewhat perfunctorily and half-pushed, half-shoved the two kind policewomen towards the door.
Too lazy to move.
I do own big houses; one day, I went out and casually bought a few.
I don't know if it's because I'm used to the hustle and bustle of Xiaoyuan, but the thought of living alone in such a big house makes me feel empty and a little scared.
Anyway, she's already lived in a house as big as Xiaoyuan, so whether she lives in a mansion or not is no longer that important to her.
She threw herself heavily onto the bed, staring at the ceiling without blinking.
Strangely, I wasn't as disappointed as I had imagined.
That face was definitely Xiaoting's.
He is in this world...
As she thought about it, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.
I have a strong premonition.
They will definitely meet again.
In the novel, the male and female protagonists will meet in the real world.
And very quickly.
This premonition came true the very next morning.
But it's not a Ting.
Yunyang had just entered the steamed bun shop at the entrance of the residential area.
Then I saw the girl who lived across the hall, named Xiaoting.
The other one is Vujicic, who has been out of the public eye for a long time.
The two were carrying steaming hot steamed buns they had just bought.
Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze for a second.
The next moment.
"ah--!"
Hu Zhe and Xiao Ting let out the same scream, dropped the buns in their hands, and turned to run for their lives.
Yun Yang paused for a second, then took off chasing after him.
"Vujicic! You stop right there!"
"Do you still want to make money off me?!"
Upon hearing the word "money," Hu Zhe, who was fleeing, visibly paused.
He seemed to be furious, and suddenly stopped, turned around, and pulled Xiaoting behind him to protect her.
He pointed at Yunyang, his face filled with grief and indignation.
"Don't think I don't know, it was you who reported me!"
Yun Yang looked completely bewildered: "What did I report about you?"
"Stop pretending!" Hu Zhe jumped up in anger. "My girlfriend saw it all! More than once! Those two policewomen escorted you home!"
Yun Yang looked at Xiao Ting behind Hu Zhe.
So they were a couple.
Yun Yang was speechless and unable to defend herself.
Honestly, they were being treated as victims of fraud and given humanitarian care by the police!
"I don't!"
She tried to explain, but then realized it was unnecessary, as the other person might not believe her.
So I took a deep breath and began to unleash the power of money.
"If you help me investigate someone else, the money is negotiable."
Hu Zhe's expression softened slightly.
Yunyang raised the stakes: "One million, is that alright?"
One million.
This number is clearly very attractive.
Hu Zhe and Xiao Ting exchanged a glance, their eyes both clearly showing their lack of money.
Taking advantage of the moment, Yunyang pulled a folded piece of paper from her canvas bag.
That was a portrait of Li Yuan that she painted herself.
Although the painting skills are average, the spirit of the subject is captured very accurately.
She handed over the portrait.
"Find this person."
Hu Zhe took the drawing paper with suspicion and unfolded it.
When he and Xiaoting saw the face in the painting, their expressions instantly became more shocked than if they had seen an alien.
They looked at each other again.
Then, without saying a word, he turned and ran!
This time he ran much faster than before, almost like he was sprinting in a 100-meter dash.
Yun Yang: "?"
She watched them flee in disarray, utterly bewildered.
However, this time she didn't chase after him.
You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple.
I was just about to go home and wait for the rabbit to run into my trap.
Looking down, I noticed that the other person had run so fast that a piece of paper had fallen from the spot where they had just been standing.
She walked over, bent down, and picked it up.
It's a ticket to an art exhibition.
"Endless Circles - A Joint Exhibition of Emerging Artists"
She bought a basket of freshly steamed buns, sat down, and ate them slowly and leisurely.
The oil soaks into the bun skin, making it incredibly fragrant with every bite.
That's the advantage of living in the old town – it's full of life and vibrancy.
No need to eat those dry, pre-packaged meals from convenience stores.
...
Following the address on the ticket, Yunyang arrived at an art museum in the city center.
The exhibition hall was quiet and not crowded.
She wandered aimlessly through the exhibition hall.
The paintings hanging on the wall were all abstract paintings that she didn't appreciate.
It's either a bunch of incomprehensible color blocks or a few inexplicable lines.
Art is indeed very far removed from ordinary people like her.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, standing in front of a picture.
The painting was very simple; on a huge white canvas, there were only a few circles of different sizes.
They were strung together in a string.
Yunyang looked at the circles.
I remembered the masterpiece Shen Mingyue painted when she first arrived at Xiaoyuan, titled "Bastard".
I thought of Xiaoting again.
Harry Potter eats a pancake...
A gentle smile unconsciously curved the corners of her lips.
I just stood quietly in front of the painting, looking at it and thinking.
His gaze gradually lost focus.
The painting in front of me is no longer the same.
All of them were their vivid faces.
Shen Mingyue, Xiaoting...
It even caught a glimpse of Brother Ji's red underwear, disheveled in the wind.
Completely unaware that the screws on the easel in front of them were loose.
The corner of the picture frame was hurtling straight at her face.
At the critical moment, a hand with distinct but slender knuckles suddenly reached out and firmly intercepted the painting that was about to kiss Yun Yang's cheek.
Everything happened so fast that Yunyang turned her head, still shaken.
What came into view was the face that haunted her dreams.
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