Money string...
Money string?
"Money string!"
The girl's call seemed to pierce through the mist, gently touching the edge of Qian Chuan's chaotic consciousness.
He shuddered violently, as if abruptly pulled from a deep dream back to reality. The scene before him gradually became clear, and everything around him began to flood into his newly awakened mind.
The girl was standing there, holding a warm towel in her hand. She handed the towel to Qian Chuan, her eyes filled with concern.
Qian Chuan mechanically took the towel, his fingers unconsciously tracing the soft fabric, feeling its warmth and comfort. He held the towel up, wiping the weariness and confusion from his face until his vision cleared again.
The reflection in the mirror no longer showed the disheveled appearance it had before.
Clean, tidy clothes replaced the blood-stained old garments, and the bloodstains on his face had long been washed away, leaving only a barely perceptible paleness. He stared at himself in the mirror as if looking at a stranger.
A moment later, as if he had finally regained some strength, he handed the towel back to the girl standing to the side.
He slowly sat down, his body sinking heavily into the soft bed, as if all his strength had been drained away at that moment.
He was like a lost traveler, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly ahead, his heart filled with confusion.
At this moment, Qian Chuan seemed to be nothing more than a walking corpse, his soul still wandering in the sudden chaos, unable to return to its place.
Chuanliu stood in front of Qianchuan, looking at the dejected man before him, and couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.
After carrying Lao Feng home, Qian Chuan seemed to have lost his soul, doing what he did unconsciously.
"Qian Chuan, don't do this."
Her words were soft, and she took a gentle step forward.
Perhaps it was because the man was so different from before that she felt a rare pang of pity.
The man seemed to hear her words. His eyes, red from excessive emotion, slowly rose from the shadows and stared straight into hers.
Seeing that Qian Chuan had reacted, Chuan Liu continued, "Such a thing happening in the City of Cubes will definitely attract the attention of the higher-ups. They will soon find you. Now that things have come to this, we should think carefully about how to answer them."
The man remained motionless, staring at her without even blinking.
Chuanliu continued to persuade him, "Old Feng certainly wouldn't want you to end up like this. You can't let him down!"
She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, hoping to help him get out of the gloom as soon as possible.
Seeing the man's lack of reaction, Chuanliu couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration.
She was really bad at comforting people, but given Qian Chuan's condition, she seriously doubted that he would continue to be depressed if she didn't offer timely advice.
Qian Chuan's current reaction is very similar to post-traumatic stress disorder.
Chuanliu recalled that Lao Feng had once said that when he saved Qian Chuan two years ago, Qian Chuan was in the same state, bound by invisible shackles and unable to break free.
The girl couldn't help but feel a little worried.
She involuntarily took a step forward, trying to observe the reaction of the money string more closely.
She spoke cautiously, careful not to disturb the other person, calling out softly, "Qian Chuan...you..."
However, before she could finish speaking, Qian Chuan's upper body suddenly leaned forward.
The man sat on the bed and tightly embraced the girl standing in front of him, pulling her into his arms.
Qian Chuan buried her head deep in Chuan Liu's arms, her arms tightening around the girl's slender waist like iron hoops.
The sudden embrace made Chuanliu's body stiffen instantly; her arms hung in the air, neither daring to lower them nor close them.
"Money..." Kawaru called out the other person's name softly in his gentlest voice.
Finally, Qian Chuan spoke up: "Just for a little while, okay?"
His voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless pleading.
The hands that had been resting on the man's arms loosened, and Chuanliu understood that Qianchuan now needed an outlet to vent his grief.
Just then, Qian Chuan's door was suddenly broken by a series of urgent knocks.
The sudden sound was particularly noticeable in the quiet room, but the money string seemed to be detached from it and did not give any response.
Chuanliu could hear the anxiety in the voice of the person outside the door, and seeing this, he had no choice but to answer on their behalf, "Come in."
Her voice pierced the silence of the room, bringing a slight respite to the tense atmosphere.
As the door was slowly pushed open, Qian Chuan's bodyguard entered the room with a serious expression. His gaze instantly fell on Qian Chuan and Chuan Liu, who were tightly embracing each other, and he was slightly taken aback. However, he quickly regained his professional demeanor and lowered his head.
“Boss,” the bodyguard’s voice was hurried as he quickly got to the point, “we didn’t catch the person who fired the shot. Based on the situation at the scene and feedback from our people, we determined that the person was likely a man, and that he was extremely familiar with the terrain of Block City and moved very quickly. He easily shook off our people and disappeared into the streets.”
At this point, the bodyguard glanced nervously at the money string and continued, "We initially suspect that this person may be related to the forces within the City of Cubes."
Qian Chuan then slowly raised his head. He seemed to have composed himself and ordered his subordinates, "Continue the investigation!"
"yes."
The subordinate nodded and left, leaving the room to the two of them.
Seeing that Qian Chuan had recovered somewhat, Chuan Liu took two steps back and asked, "Have you figured it out?"
Qian Chuan lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I want to avenge my master."
Chuanliu looked at him, "Aren't you angry with me?"
Qian Chuan shook his head and looked at her again. "I know my master's temper. He must have wanted to go out. Besides, it wasn't you who killed him."
Chuanliu continued, "Why don't I just go to Spade City to hire someone?"
Qian Chuan straightened himself up, stood up, and seemed to be thinking about something. "There can't be guns on Paradise Island. If there are, they can only be from the City of Cubes."
As he spoke, he turned to walk out the door.
"Where to?" Chuanliu asked.
Qian Chuan turned around, gave her a smirk, and said, "Didn't you just say that the higher-ups from Cube City should be arriving soon? We need to be prepared."
The sudden gunfire during the day not only pierced the air but also dropped a bombshell on the city of Cube City, instantly shattering its usual peace and tranquility.
The echoes of gunfire lingered in the narrow streets, causing panic and chaos among the residents. People frantically inquired about what had happened, and rumors spread like wildfire.
The sounds of rioting surged in like a tidal wave, quickly shattering the surrounding tranquility.
As expected, this incident quickly escalated into a major issue in Block City, instantly attracting the attention of high-level leaders.
Sure enough, that afternoon, Jin Rugo and Li Chengfeng personally visited Qian Chuan's residence.
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