Chapter 13
"take it easy."
When Liu Liu's mind was blank and all the sounds faded away, Yuan Siyu's comfort was like a small stone falling into a stagnant pool, splashing ripples and reminding Liu Liu of the rainy night. It was the same gentle but powerful comfort that pulled her out of her panic.
Yuan Siyu said softly, "Our team is already heading to your location. We'll be there in five minutes at most. We will ensure your safety."
"If you are scared, try to find a safe place to wait for our team members."
Liu Liu opened her mouth and wanted to ask if she could go back, but then she thought of what Yuan Siyu said, that the man with the rain gear had found her and might be hiding in a corner watching her. Maybe he could hear clearly what she was talking about at the moment -
She bit her dry lips and complained, "You're telling me now. Okay, I'll go back and buy you some orange juice."
Yuan Siyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, be careful."
Liu Liu hung up the phone, turned around and walked back, and soon returned to the stall where Rong Jing and Mo Jingtong were standing. Mo Jingtong's business was pretty good, and some customers would glance at Rong Jing's stall while waiting for their orange juice. Although they would be scared off by the figure of 500, they would still chat with Rong Jing.
"Boss, has anyone asked you for a fortune-teller? I've never seen a 'master' as young as you. Is your profession like traditional Chinese medicine, where the older you get, the more popular you become?"
A man who was buying orange juice for his girlfriend asked curiously.
Rong Jing unilaterally classified him as a 'potential user', so his attitude towards him was quite polite, answering every question: "Yes, but I just set up a stall here, so there are not many customers yet. As for the latter... those who don't know our business may look at age, while those who do know will look at the sect."
"So what sect are you from?"
"Xuantian Temple." Rong Jing explained, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over Liu Liu as she walked by. He didn't miss the flash of tension between her eyebrows. He was curious about her reaction, but Rong Jing remained nonchalant and even took the initiative to greet her, "Sister Liu Liu."
Mo Jingtong, who was squeezing oranges, also looked over and asked enthusiastically, "Why are you back again?"
Liu Liu smiled and said, "My best friend called me and asked me to bring back a glass of orange juice."
Upon hearing this, Mo Jingtong quickly said, "Then you may have to wait a while."
"It's okay, I'll just sit here, do you mind, brother?"
Rong Jing quickly waved his hands.
Time will go extra slowly when you are waiting deliberately. Liu Liu wanted to kill time by playing with her phone, but she really couldn't concentrate. So she simply started a conversation with Rong Jing and added Rong Jing on WeChat.
Rong Jing lazily lay on the table with his chin supported by his hands. As his eyes turned, he opened WeChat, found Liu Liu's WeChat, and sent a message: Sister, there is someone staring at you from behind your left, do you know him?
Her back, which had been trying to relax, tensed up again. Liu Liu lowered her head to hide her pale face, then tapped the screen: "Is it a man? Can you describe him?"
Rong Jing replied: He is about 1.8 meters tall, with a sturdy build, wearing a black coat and a mask on his face.
As a small zombie, Rong Jing's acuity was far superior to that of an average human. As soon as Liu Liu approached, he noticed her gaze had paused. He pretended to stand up, slumping back into the chair, then leaned over, fiddling with his phone in a strange but clearly relaxed position.
Silently, an enlarged photo was sent to Liu Liu.
When Liu Liu received the photo and saw the pair of gloomy eyes above the mask, her memory was instantly brought back to that rainy night.
It’s him, it’s him!
There was a voice clamoring in her head. Liu Liu suppressed her body trembling with excitement and panic, took a deep breath and relaxed, then tapped the screen a few times before forwarding the photo to Yuan Siyu.
Yuan Siyu was sitting in Jin Hong's car. She seemed a little anxious, worried that something might happen to Liu Liu, and also worried that the man with the rain gear would notice something was wrong and run away early.
She frowned and was about to say something to ease her mood, but the next second she heard her cell phone ding-dong, and then a photo appeared in front of her.
At the same time, there was Liu Liu's message: Officer Yuan, it was him that night.
Yuan Siyu's eyes widened suddenly. In her imagination, the team would quietly sneak around Changhua Street in plain clothes, searching for a man with a similar physique to the one in the surveillance video. Instead, they were caught off guard by the suspect's appearance.
Without any hesitation, she threw herself on the seat in front of her and handed the phone to Jin Hong: "Captain, this is a message from Liu Liu. She said it was this man."
Jin Hong did not see the face of the man in the rain gear in the surveillance video, but judging from his figure... he was indeed very similar to the man in the surveillance video.
He felt a chill in his heart and immediately said, "Let's go quickly."
The car stopped after a few seconds. Jin Hong winked at his team members and quietly blended into the crowd.
Yuan Siyu, holding the arm of one of the male team members, pretended to be a couple and walked towards the freshly squeezed orange juice stand on the corner. She soon saw Liu Liu sitting on a chair talking to a boy. Her eyes flashed, and she urged her companion to buy her orange juice. Then she leaned over and asked curiously, "Hey, are you good at fortune-telling?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Liu Liu's eyes lit up slightly, and she took the initiative to introduce it to Yuan Siyu with a smile: "Super spiritual, I got my fortune told by this handsome brother——"
Before she could finish her words, she heard a sudden scream from the crowd behind her. She subconsciously turned around and bumped into a man in a black windbreaker. Unlike the man in the photo, he was forcibly pinned to the ground by several plainclothes officers, his face pressed against the rough ground, and thick blood was smeared from his struggle.
He groaned and tried to break free, but Jin Hong would never give him a chance. He quickly took out handcuffs, locked him up, and asked his men to take him away.
"etc."
Just when everyone thought that the matter was over easily, a hoarse voice replaced the scream. The man who appeared behind Rong Jing at some point raised his face and stared coldly at Jin Hong, Yuan Siyu, Liu Liu and others who were looking at him.
Yuan Siyu seemed to suddenly realize something, and her eyes moved back sharply. She really saw a sharp dagger against Rong Jing's lower back. As long as Rong Jing moved slightly, the tip of the dagger would cut through the thin fabric and pierce his skin.
hateful.
The rain gear man's accomplice was also on Changhua Street.
Moreover, when he saw his companion being captured, he not only did not run away, but actually took hostages!
This realization made Yuan Siyu's expression extremely ugly, and Liu Liu, who also guessed what was going on, looked at Rong Jing with a pale face as snow.
She never thought that Rong Jing would be implicated by her and even encounter danger.
"you--"
Rong Jing felt the small sharp knife poking at his lower back and twisted his body uncomfortably. The man's expression of struggle made his brows darken. He instantly wrapped his fingers around the boy's neck and said coldly, "Don't move."
The real murderer.
Rong Jing blinked and said in a displeased tone, "But you tickled me and tore my clothes."
Although this T-shirt looks simple, it cost over four figures and was bought for him by Xie Changshi.
Rounded off, it was the gift Xie Changshi gave him.
"I'll give you three seconds to let me go, or I'll beat you up."
"Huh?" The man seemed a little unbelievable.
It was the first time in his life that he had seen someone say such counter-threatening words when a knife was pointed at him.
He thought it was outrageous and couldn't help asking, "Don't you understand the situation? If I move my knife one more step forward, I can tear off your skin, not to mention your clothes!"
The man was obviously too lazy to waste time talking to the 'mentally challenged' boy. He looked at Jin Hong and the man with the rain gear who was forcibly staying where he was, and threatened: "Let him go and prepare a car for us, otherwise I will kill him now..."
he.
Before the last word came out of his mouth, a fist hit his nose with extreme violence without warning.
After a crisp bang, Rong Jing grabbed the hand holding the sharp knife and pulled it down hard. The moment a cry of pain rang out, he bent down and the person behind him flew out from the spot like garbage.
Another bang.
But this time it was the sound of a 180-pound body falling to the ground with a thud.
The man was dazed and stunned, as sharp pain shot through his body and spread to his nerve endings. He covered his nose, blood trickling through his fingers. The smell of blood stimulated his cerebral cortex, causing him to struggle to stand up.
Then, a chair flew from a distance and hit him firmly on the back of the head.
After a few seconds of silence.
Pop.
The man's forehead hit the ground, his body twisted and he lay prone on the ground, motionless.
Liu Liu: “…”
Yuan Siyu: “…”
Jin Hong: “…”
Mo Jingtong: “…”
In silence, Rong Jing walked to the man's side and carried the chair back to the stall.
If there had been no bricks nearby, it wouldn't have been a chair that was thrown away.
Fortunately, the weapon prepared by Special Assistant Song for him is of good quality, and he can probably smash it several more times.
He wiped the chair with a wet tissue, then dried it with a dry one. He sat back in the chair and said to Yuan Siyu and Liu Liu, who were completely stunned, "Look, my divination is very accurate. It's Fengshan Jian. It's a small fortune, a good result."
Liu Liu opened her mouth and unconsciously spoke to him: "But you said at the time that we should grasp the degree of risk."
Rong Jing blinked. "It's for you to grasp it, not me. I can beat up ten of those little bastards like him by myself."
This was done purely with fists.
Add some small zombie buffs, and taking out a hundred of them will be no problem.
Liu Liu: “…”
Grass.
Liu Liu came back to her senses and took a deep breath.
I really want to kowtow to Rong Jing.
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