Chapter 98
The fire broke out in a small restaurant. When the five people arrived, many villagers were spontaneously putting out the fire. The fire truck arrived in time and the fire was under control.
Firefighters rescued several unconscious villagers from the restaurant, and an ambulance arrived and took the injured to the hospital.
After conducting a brief inquiry with the people who remained at the scene, and after the fire was completely extinguished, they quickly found traces of arson at the scene.
Looking at the time, it was almost late at night.
After watching the excitement, the villagers went back to their homes to rest. Everyone decided to go back to the B&B first and discuss the investigation tomorrow.
Back at the B&B, Xinran tilted her head and sighed, "There are so many people in the village. It looks like tomorrow's investigation and questioning will be a tough battle."
Xinlong fiddled with her phone and said, "My intuition tells me that the key figure is likely hiding among the group of people taken away by the ambulance. Also, criminals usually return to the scene. I've already taken pictures of all the villagers present tonight."
Xin Chi shrugged and said nonchalantly, "This fire has nothing to do with us. Can we just leave?"
Maybe Xin Chi's words were heard by the program crew, or maybe Xin Chi got a script that was sure to come true. The next day, the village was blocked off, and all the villagers unanimously accused them, a group of outsiders, of setting the fire.
If they cannot find evidence to clear their suspicion, they will be thrown into jail.
Is it reasonable? Is it legal?
In order to keep them here, the program team really did everything they could.
This time it really came down to the question of "in the name of survival". Looking at this group of villagers with angry looks, gesticulating and spitting everywhere, Ranlong felt that if they didn't find the murderer quickly, their lives might really be in danger.
Will this wave of tourism promotion backfire? Will the Culture and Tourism Bureau report this to the police?
Faced with the accusations of the villagers, the three heart-stealing girls stepped forward angrily to argue, but Ranlong was a little absent-minded.
Because she saw that Qiu An's nose and cheeks were red from the cold air in the early morning, and he was coughing and sniffing constantly.
"Qiu... uh, Xiao An, do you have a cold?"
"I have a cold?"
As soon as Qiu An opened his mouth, Ran Long could sense something was wrong.
Qiu An had a heavy nasal tone and a hoarse voice, and sounded very ill. He probably caught a cold from the cold last night.
Ranlong felt a little guilty. He should have asked Qiu An to put on more clothes last night.
If they lived in the same room, she wouldn't have discovered it only now.
The recording is still going on, and Qiu An will not stop filming just because he has a minor cold.
So while the three heart-stealing girls were taking the trouble to negotiate with the villagers and try to reconstruct the fire scene, Ranlong went everywhere to borrow thick clothes and scarves, and to ask for ginger tea and cold medicine.
Xinlong discovered that Ranlong was slacking off everywhere and was about to complain to Xinran, but she found that Ranlong had become friends with the villagers by borrowing things from everywhere. Qiu An followed her and quietly found many clues set by the program team and solved many puzzles.
With their cooperation, the progress of solving the case was greatly accelerated, so fast that the PD made an exception and showed up, stopped Qiu An and said:
"Slow down, slow down, Sister Qiu An, if you find the puzzle, you need to share it with everyone, otherwise we'll have to re-record the footage of everyone getting together and pretending to be stupid while solving the puzzle!"
Ranlong turned back in confusion: "Solve the puzzle? Xiaoan, have you found the puzzle? Show it to me?"
PD: Are you working on the show effects?
Qiu An then took out the puzzle card she had solved and handed it to Ran Long.
Ranlong looked at it for a long time without understanding the answer, so Qiu An took out a pen and paper and patiently guided him. She did not tell him the answer but only the method of thinking. With her guidance, Ranlong finally came up with the answer and felt very proud and accomplished.
PD: Is it my illusion that there is a sweet atmosphere between young couples?
At night, Ranlong didn't care whether Xinlong was crying again or not. She didn't even go back to her room. She stayed by Qiu An's side to take care of her all the time.
Regardless of whether the camera above her head was working or not, Ranlong thought that Qiu An was so capable that she would definitely not broadcast anything she didn't allow to be broadcast. She simply put down all her burdens, grabbed Qiu An's cold hand and put it against her belly, measuring her body temperature with her forehead against hers.
Qiu An didn't want to drink water, so she took a sip of electrolyte water in her mouth, moved closer to Qiu An, and said incoherently: "Ouheili, Ouheili!"
Qiu An nodded her head and said, "Be careful, there are people watching behind the camera."
Ranlong then ran to the camera, pointed at it and scolded it, finally making the camera lower its head in shame.
Ever since Ranlong entered Qiu An's room, Sister Hou felt something was wrong.
I'd arranged with the PD to have her monitor this camera position, and she'd actually caught a glimpse of the young couple being intimate! Rewinding and deleting the footage, Hou Jie thought that Xixi's earlier claim of them being coy on the phone didn't seem so unconvincing anymore.
Young couple, you really have no shame!
Ranlong returned to Qiu An and tried to feed him again, but Qiu An turned his head away: "Don't get so close to me, it's contagious."
Ranlong refused to listen: "I have a strong immune system. A mere cold is nothing. But if you don't let me feed you, I'll be sad and depressed."
"Is it that serious?"
"have!"
The next day, Qiu An's symptoms were relieved a little, but she caught a cold.
Now not only Xinlong, but also Xinran and Xinchi's eyes looked at them strangely.
"Didn't you say you have a strong resistance?" Now it was Qiu An's turn to help her make cold medicine.
"Uh... this virus is quite strong... Big sister, second sister, and little sister, you should also take precautions. Wear more clothes, drink more water, and... stay away from us!"
Xinlong refused to listen and continued to pester Ranlong. During a break in the recording session, she even covered the microphone and asked Ranlong, "Sister Ranran, are you and Sister Qiuan in a relationship?"
Unfortunately, Ranlong's microphone was still on, and Xinlong's voice reached PD's ears through the microphone. PD covered his mouth, which was wide open in surprise, and thought to himself: I knew it! I knew it! It's true that Anran is safe and sound!
Ranlong was so frightened when he heard this that he quickly denied it: "Stop, stop, stop talking nonsense! Who told you that we were in a relationship?!"
Xinlong pointed her finger at Ranlong, who slapped it away angrily: "Don't believe it!"
Today is the last day of recording for the first half of the session. The main storyline is temporarily put on hold, and we begin the side quests in the village.
Like playing a game, they visited one household after another, helped one villager after another, and gained everyone's trust.
While investigating the mission "The Charlatan Who Scams People Everywhere", Ranlong saw a fortune teller wearing a long robe, a goatee, a Zhuangzi scarf and round-frame sunglasses on the corner of the street.
If this isn't Yao Ling, who else could it be?!
It's bad enough that he appears and disappears, but why is he still haunting me?!
Ranlong reacted with excitement and rushed to the fortune-telling stall, ready to hit him.
The fortune teller never expected this to happen, so he held his head and crawled under the table.
Qiu An and Xin Long each grabbed one side of Ran Long. After being persuaded by the words "Sir, please calm down" and "It's against the law to hit people", Ran Long reluctantly put down his fist.
The fortune teller slowly stood up when he saw that everyone had controlled Ranlong.
During the process, her height surpassed Xinlong, surpassed Qiuan, and finally became the same as Ranlong.
Eh?
Isn't that the shorty?
Ranlong was puzzled: "Who are you?"
The fortune teller cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, this donor..."
What’s going on? It turns out to be Yuan Chengyin.
After all, the purpose of their coming here is to promote the film, so it is quite normal for Yuan Chengyin to come and play a cameo role.
Ranlong had just wiped off the sweat when he saw Yuan Chengyin holding Qiu An's hand and said in a funny tone, "I see that your forehead is dark and there is a sense of evil lingering between your eyebrows. Have you encountered anything strange recently?"
Ranlong slapped Yuan Chengyin's hands twice, but she didn't let go. Perhaps some plot requirement prevented her from letting go.
But Ranlong couldn't bear to see the two of them holding hands tightly together, so he fiercely grabbed the skin on the back of Yuan Chengyin's hand and twisted it -
"Ah, ah, ah..." Yuan Chengyin felt pain and had no way to dodge, so he could only let go.
Ranlong yelled, "What weird things are you talking about! You're the weirdest thing I've encountered these past two days!"
"Don't be nervous, Sister Xiaoran. Let's see what she's up to."
Xinlong stood in front of the table. Seeing this, Ranlong pulled Qiu An back a few steps.
After walking away, he did not forget to take out a tissue to wipe Qiu An's hand, which had been held by Yuan Chengyin, as if it was stained with something dirty.
Qiu An raised her eyebrows. She didn't say anything, but gently pinched Ranlong's fingers.
Yuan Chengyin didn't know what mission he came here for, but he insisted on reading the heart-stealing girl's palm and said a lot of nonsense. After finishing, he looked at Qiu An again.
It seems like this hand must be shaken.
Ranlong was a little annoyed. He put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky, believing that out of sight, out of mind.
Yuan Chengyin held Qiu An's hand, examined her palm, then her face. After a moment, he muttered, "Strange! Why are they so different?"
As if he was at a loss for words, Yuan Chengyin revealed his true colors and took out several sachets of different colors, wanting to sell one to them for 888. He was caught red-handed in the act of fraud.
Ranlong suddenly interrupted Yuan Chengyin: "Wait a minute, Master Yuan, you only read the palms of four of them, why did you take five sachets?"
Yuan Chengyin laughed heartily. "Donor, the bloody disaster is all written on your anger! I see your liver fire is very strong, and you will spontaneously combust within two days! This water-colored sachet is prepared to extinguish your 'Samadhi True Fire'. This water is not ordinary water, but the 'True One Water'. If you sincerely want it, I will only give you 8888!"
Neuropathy.
Ranlong punched Yuan Chengyin hard on the head.
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After the filming was over, the group packed up and returned to Beiji.
On the way, after taking cold medicine, Ranlong felt sleepy and put on an eye mask and fell asleep quickly.
Halfway through his sleep, his eye mask was lifted. Ranlong thought it was his companion Xinlong who was playing tricks again. He was about to get angry, but when he saw that the person in front of him was Qiu An, his anger disappeared immediately.
"What's wrong? Are we there yet?" Ranlong rubbed his eyes and asked her.
Qiu An held a towel in her hand. She picked up the hair that was stuck to her skin and wiped her forehead and neck. "Not yet. You're sweating all over. Did you have a nightmare?"
Ranlong reached out and touched it, and it was really sweaty.
"The air conditioner is cold. Let me take you to the bathroom to wipe you off."
"It doesn't matter, it's fine here, there's no one around anyway."
Ranlong closed the sliding door next to her seat, and Qiu An sat on the low cabinet opposite her.
They looked at each other for two seconds, and Ranlong remembered that they had a relationship where they could be honest with each other, so he simply met her gaze and stuffed the towel into his clothes.
Qiu An did not avoid it at all. Her scorching gaze made Ran Long feel more and more uncomfortable the more he wiped it. He just wiped it twice and finished it hastily.
Unexpectedly, Qiu An took the towel and said to her, "Let me help you?"
"this……"
In the cabin, flight attendants and passengers may pass by at any time. Even if the compartment door is closed, they can still see everything from a standing perspective.
Without waiting for her to hesitate and refuse, Qiu An stood up and walked towards her, leaning down and finished wiping her with a hug.
When she left, Ranlong had turned red like a bunch of roses.
The rough texture of the towel still lingered on his back, but Ranlong's mind was filled with the moment when Qiu An's slightly cool fingertips inadvertently brushed against him.
No matter how many times, Qiu An's hug made her feel both calm and excited.
Ranlong moved his fingers which had become stiff without him knowing when, and really wanted to hug her back, but it was a little too late now.
The flight attendant passed by, and Ranlong turned his head to look out the window with inexplicable guilt.
The night outside the window was deep, and beneath the clouds was a city with bright lights. She saw a faint smile on Qiu An's lips.
I was teased again.
No matter how many times they had been intimate, she still got so embarrassed by a little physical contact. Qiu An pinched her red but puffy cheeks in a funny way.
After helping Ranlong wipe her body, Qiu An showed no intention of leaving. She sat back on the low cabinet, legs crossed, arms folded around her knees, and asked her in a slightly weary voice, "Do you have anything you want to ask me?"
"I……"
Is there?
The dyed throat rolled up and down.
"I've already told you everything you want to ask, I'll tell you without reservation."
"Hmm... then let me ask you, are you the 'veteran' in the CP super topic?"
"It's me." Qiu An admitted generously.
"Huh? Really?"
Ranlong was not questioning Qiu An, but he didn't expect her to be so straightforward.
"It's really me. I'll show you when I get off the plane."
"Oh, no, I trust you."
It turned out to be Qiu An. She was still diligently running a super topic that no one read when they broke up. It was a bit sad to think about it.
"I'm telling you, don't just post things praising me all the time. People always say you're a 'crooked butt'." Ran Long was about to explain the meaning of "crooked butt" when he remembered that Qiu An had become a veteran and there was no reason for him not to know these fan circle terms.
I wonder what expressions those CP fans will have when they find out one day that the "crooked butt" they curse every day is actually the real one.
I don’t know what expressions those fans will have when they find out that their real star has become a veteran by visiting the CP super topic.
Qiu An really is... only caring about his own happiness and not caring about other people's lives.
"It's okay." Qiu An said, "I just want to praise you and let everyone know how good you are."
“Ahahaha…”
Being praised like this in front of her, Ranlong felt a little embarrassed.
"If you don't like it, I won't post on Super Chat anymore and will just post on my main page using my main account."
"No, no, no! You'd better just be 'Crooked Butt'..."
Why does it feel like if I don't let her have fun, I'll drag everyone down with me...
After laughing, the atmosphere suddenly became silent.
Ranlong didn't say anything, and Qiu An didn't take the initiative to find a topic.
After a while, Qiu An said, "Anything else you want to ask? I will answer whatever it is."
As soon as he finished speaking, the seat belt indicator light suddenly lit up. The plane encountered a slight turbulence of air, and the broadcast reminded passengers to fasten their seat belts.
Qiu An left the compartment and returned to his seat.
Ranlong held the handrail tightly, and she was still thinking amidst the bumpy ride.
What exactly did Qiu An say that she wanted to ask?
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