Chapter 12
Early the next morning.
When Song Qing arrived at Yunjiang Bay as usual, Rong Jing had already excitedly picked up his bag and held the turtle shell, ready to go out.
Looking at the young man's back, Special Assistant Song sighed sincerely: "Mr. Rong is really full of energy, which makes people envy him."
I just don’t know how negative today’s income will be.
With this curiosity in mind, Song Qing dutifully escorted the man to Changhua Street and then took the initiative to accept the task of picking him up that evening, saying confidently, "I always do things from beginning to end. I remember what Mr. Xie taught me back then."
Rong Jing couldn't guess the evil intentions of human beings. In response to Assistant Song's "kindness", she said thank you sweetly and enthusiastically gave him a candy. She didn't notice the man in a suit next to her with a half-smile on his forehead.
"Then I'll be leaving first. Be safe on the road. See you tonight."
"See you tonight, and feel free to call me if you have any questions."
"I know."
Rong Jing waved to the man, turned and walked towards the corner of Changhua Street.
It was still early, but Rong Jing's neighbor from yesterday, the owner of the freshly squeezed orange juice shop, had already neatly set up his juicer and donned gloves, preparing to peel the oranges. Hearing a noise nearby, he instinctively looked up and caught sight of the statue of the goddess of celebration adorning the front of the black Cullinan and a young man waving at the window.
Mo Jingtong: “…”
In fact, he noticed that Rong Jing was a little special yesterday.
He was dressed simply, in a T-shirt, shorts, and white sneakers, looking like an ordinary high school student. But the backpack he was carrying was too conspicuous: a garishly colored skull printed on a white background, with a well-known luxury brand logo next to it, known only for its lucrative appeal to the wealthy.
Mo Jingtong simply thought that this bag was a fake.
Until this moment, he saw this Rolls-Royce Cullinan.
...The bag can be A, but the car can't be A, right? And looking at the consecutive license plates, it's impossible to get it without some skills.
No wonder his income was -402 yesterday, but he was still full of energy to set up the stall today.
It turns out that he has a wealthy family.
Mo Jingtong took a bite of the orange peel and silently shed tears in his heart.
"Good morning." Rong Jing greeted him, took out a wet wipe from her bag, and wiped her own table clean bit by bit.
There was a strong wind last night, and there were a lot of fallen leaves and dust on the table.
Then he respectfully placed the tortoise shell, copper coins, and the small tablets with the five hundred hexagrams each, turned his head to look at the young man beside him, and praised him, "You came very early."
But when his eyes moved to the young man's face, he gently reminded him, "It's just that your face looks a little ugly."
Mo Jingtong spat out the orange peel and said in a low voice, "It's sour."
Oranges are sour, and people are even more sour.
Fortunately, after a while, the flow of people on Changhua Street began to increase. Mo Jingtong was busy squeezing orange juice and put the things that had just happened behind him.
Seeing that he was very busy and his stall was empty, Rong Jing simply went forward to help and successfully got a glass of orange juice as a reward.
In the blink of an eye, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. The two boxes of oranges that Mo Jingtong brought were sold out, but Rong Jing still hadn't made a prediction.
However, the expenditure has reached three digits.
The sun has begun to set, and the sunlight, which was not very scorching to begin with, has begun to be covered by layers of clouds. The gentle wind blows through Rong Jing's soft short hair.
With a click.
He threw the empty milk tea box into the trash can.
Mo Jingtong counted for him: "This is your second cup of milk tea and sixth cup of drink today. Is your stomach okay?"
He had never seen anyone drink so much.
I was afraid that Rong Jing would cause trouble after drinking.
The person in question touched his belly and replied, "Except for feeling a little empty, everything else is fine."
After all, dinner was only two hours away.
Mo Jingtong: “…”
In the silent silence, a shadow suddenly fell on the turtle shell, blocking the falling light.
Rong Jing and Mo Jingtong raised their heads at the same time, and a pretty face appeared in their pupils.
It’s Liu Liu.
Liu Liu never dreamed that she would meet Rong Jing here. She slammed her hands on the table with a bang, her eyes full of surprise: "It's you, handsome!"
A few copper coins shook with the vibration of the table, rolled down along the lines, and were hurriedly caught by Rong Jing.
"I..." Liu Liu was too excited for the moment and quickly bent down to apologize. Then she asked hurriedly, "Do you still remember me? Two nights ago, you bought the last matcha tiramisu I made and gave me a fortune-telling."
Rong Jing will certainly not forget.
"Remember, the cakes you make are delicious."
In the past, if someone praised the taste of Liuliu's cake, she would jump three feet high with joy.
But today is different.
Her mind and emotions were on other things.
She came to Changhua Street today to find the fortune teller on the street.
Ever since that terrifying rainy night, she'd become incredibly sensitive, checking the doors and windows at least ten times before bed. The moment she closed her eyes, she'd be met with the cold, sullen gaze of the man wearing the raincoat. After finally coaxing herself to sleep, she dreamed of a terrifying scene in which she tried to help the owner of an electric scooter, only to be smothered with a towel soaked in marijuana and then have her organs removed.
She woke up from her dream in a hurry, feeling tired and listless.
This afternoon, she was alone in her bedroom. Even though she turned on the TV and turned up the music volume to the maximum, she could still hear her own disordered heartbeat.
No matter how noisy the environment was, it could not cover up her inner panic and anxiety.
Just when she didn't know what to do, she thought of Rong Jing.
In other words, he thought of Rong Jing's identity.
——A fortune-teller.
Rong Jing was a customer she met by chance and she was unable to contact him, but the master on Changhua Street was different. Out of 365 days a year, he would be on the streets of Changhua Street at least 355 days.
But Liu Liu didn't expect that before she found the master, she noticed the turtle shell first.
The tortoise shell used for divination is obviously different from ordinary tortoise shells. The patterns on the tortoise shell are clear and the surface is smooth, giving it a sense of exquisiteness that transcends time.
Liu Liu stopped involuntarily.
Then, as if it was a gift from fate, she met Rong Jing.
Liu Liu felt like she had grabbed a lifeline, eagerly sharing the dilemma that had trapped her. Her eyes, slightly red with excitement, were filled with hope. "The divination you gave me has come true. I'd like to ask you for another one, is that okay?"
Rong Jing's dark eyes reflected her somewhat embarrassed look, and he could see her fear and comforted her: "Don't worry, you can do whatever you want."
But in order to avoid any disputes later, Bai Xi pointed at the small card and said, "This is the price of one divination."
Liu Liu immediately opened her phone and scanned the code.
Not to mention five hundred, she would grit her teeth and do it even if it was five thousand.
She licked her dry lips and pointed at herself: "I want to know what decision I should make about the matter I'm struggling with."
The sun slanted downward, casting a saffron-colored glow on the side of Rong Jing's face, highlighting his delicate features and serious expression. The young man's slender, white fingers grasped the tortoise shell containing the coins, gently shaking it. Soon, six coins lay flat before Liu Liu's eyes.
"Xun on top, Gen on bottom, □□." Rong Jing explained the meaning of the hexagram to Liu Liu's confused eyes. "You actually already have the answer in your heart, but you just lack the courage. As for what this hexagram is trying to tell you - as long as you grasp the right degree of risk and proceed step by step, you will have a good result."
adventure.
These two words hit Liu Liu's heart unexpectedly. After a few seconds of silence, she couldn't help but murmur, "You are amazing."
This morning, Yuan Siyu called her and asked her if she would be willing to be bait to lure out the suspect on a rainy night.
The camera was broken, and Liu Liu couldn't see the man in the raincoat's full face. All other clues were lost, and the case was at a standstill. But giving up just like that wasn't Jin Hong's style. With two criminals hiding in the city under his jurisdiction, if he didn't catch them in time, it would be irresponsible to the rest of Yancheng.
After thinking for half the night, Jin Hong decided to give it a try.
But for Liu Liu, an ordinary girl, this decision was too bold.
So until now, she has not told Jin Hong and Yuan Siyu the answer.
However, after hearing Rong Jing's analysis...
Liu Liu's mind was full of mixed thoughts as she took a slow breath.
…
As evening approached, the number of people on the streets increased rapidly.
The urgent ringing interrupted Liu Liu's thoughts, and she subconsciously clicked to answer the call.
Before she could speak, Yuan Siyu's tense voice reached her ears: "Liu Liu, stay calm, I have news to tell you."
Liu Liu was stunned, and a bad premonition arose in her heart. She bit her lip, and the fingers holding the phone tightened and turned white.
"Captain Jin checked your residential complex's surveillance footage and discovered a burly man, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a hat and a mask, lingering near your tricycle for a long time."
"Liu Liu, you're a food anchor who shows your face, and that night you were riding a conspicuous pink tricycle—"
During the pause, Yuan Siyu whispered the words that made Liu Liu's hair stand on end: "If nothing unexpected happens, he has found you."
And now, he could be hiding in any corner, like a rat in a gutter, spying on everything.
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