Chapter 814 Chen Bao extra (12)
Zhou Mian never expected that this online lending company had a headquarters.
But now that things have come to this point, it's absolutely impossible to ask her to turn back.
She waved her hand and said, "I'm not going back. I'm already here. According to you, I'll be sent to headquarters sooner or later, and then I'll be able to see Xiaoxiao."
Murong Chen was so angry he almost laughed: "How can you be so sure that you can rescue people by going to headquarters, instead of just throwing yourself into the lion's den?"
Zhou Mian glared at him: "That's none of your business. Anyway, you have a lot of secrets to hide, and that tall guy doesn't seem like someone easy to deal with. You should take care of yourself."
As she was getting up to leave, Murong Chen grabbed her arm, saying, "Wait a minute."
"Hey, say what you want to say, stop trying to take advantage of me!" she said, looking him up and down. "Little brother, here's a piece of good advice for you—when you're out in the world, don't try to get close to your older sister."
After saying that, she quickly broke free from his large hand.
Murong Chen: "You don't look that old to me, how can you be so sure I'm your younger brother?! You're still in college, right? I've already graduated."
Zhou Mian snorted coldly: "Who told you I'm still in university?"
"If you don't go to university, what about your roommates..."
"Couldn't it be a graduate student roommate?"
Murong Chen: "..."
Okay, he felt his temples starting to hurt again.
A graduate student... then she's probably really an older woman.
He let out a long sigh and looked at her: "Forget about that, let's not dwell on it. I'm asking you, do you really want to stay?"
“Yeah, even if it weren’t for my roommate, I’m already here now. If I run away, they’ll definitely suspect me, and that will make things even more difficult.”
Murong Chen was slightly taken aback by her words. So she was... worried about him?
The anger that had been building up inside him from being rebuked inexplicably dissipated a bit, and he instead curled his lips into a smile: "Since you've decided to stay, how about we consider joining forces?"
"Join forces?" Zhou Mian asked, puzzled. "How do you mean by joining forces?"
"To be honest, I'm a policeman," Murong Chen said directly.
After he finished speaking, he waited for the other person to show a shocked expression.
Zhou Mian did indeed show a shocked expression, but it was a little different from what he had expected...
She widened her eyes and looked him up and down again: "You said you're a policeman?"
Murong Chen felt a little uneasy under his gaze: "Ah..."
"Come on, little brother," Zhou Mian slapped him on the shoulder. "Why did you have to pretend to be a policeman? If there were people as green as you in the police force, how could they enforce the law and gain the trust of the people?"
She clicked her tongue and shook her head: "In front of your older sister, you should just say what you mean. There's really no need to make up such a high-class identity to elevate your status."
Murong Chen: "..."
He felt that his temples were not just throbbing violently, but were on the verge of exploding.
But now is not the time to argue with her about this.
He let out another long breath and said, "Fine, I've already told you. Believe it or not, just know that we have the same goal. You want to save people, and I need to find out the location of this gang's headquarters and then take them down."
“We conduct personnel selection here every month. Those who perform well will have the opportunity to go to headquarters for training. I will try to get that opportunity and go to headquarters with you.”
He thought for a moment and then instructed her, "In the next few days, they may give you all sorts of internal 'training'. Remember everything they say to you. When this gang is caught, your statement will become the key evidence for sentencing and convicting them."
"Alright, I know all this without you telling me. Seriously, you've gotten addicted to cosplay." Zhou Mian said with amusement.
Murong Chen: "..."
Is he really that unconvincing in appearance?
"By the way, you said they're selecting people to go to headquarters, how can you be so sure you'll be chosen? What if you go through all that trouble and in the end I go but you can't..." Zhou Mian said worriedly.
"I have my own methods. When we get to headquarters, we will cooperate with each other when needed and strive to complete the mission as soon as possible."
“Okay, it’s decided then.” Zhou Mian stood up and clapped his hands. “I’m going back now. Remember to let me know if you have any news.”
"Well, be careful on your way back, don't be so reckless again." Murong Chen said with some concern, "Never mind, how about I take you..."
"Oh, no need. My arrival was an accident. If I couldn't even handle this little problem myself, then I would really be like you, a lamb entering a tiger's den."
She pushed open the door and walked out decisively.
Her steps were very light, and in no time she disappeared into the darkness like a nimble rabbit.
Only after confirming that her whereabouts had not been exposed did Murong Chen finally feel relieved.
As he closed the door, he unconsciously stroked her fingers lightly, the smooth feel of her wrist still lingering on his fingertips.
Thinking of her haughty little expression, the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up.
That night, Murong Chen had a dream.
In his dream, he returned to when he was four or five years old. A little girl, somewhat shyly, said to him, "Don't look at me because I'm small. I'm already six years old, older than you. I'm your older sister."
Opening his eyes, Murong Chen looked at the dazzling sun outside and was slightly dazed.
It's all Stephen Chow's fault yesterday, for insisting on talking about "sisters" and unconsciously making him dream about his childhood...
He rubbed his face and had just gotten up when the dormitory door was pushed open.
He looked up and saw Zhang Quan coming in from outside, carrying a bag of steamed buns and two boxes of soy milk: "Hey, Brother Chen, you're awake? I just brought you breakfast, have some?"
"Put this on the bedside table for me, I'm going to wash my face," Murong Chen said, getting out of bed to put on his slippers.
"Okay, all right!"
Zhang Quan put breakfast on the table, and before getting up, he sniffed the air: "Brother Chen, do you think your bed smells nice?"
"What?" Murong Chen was slightly taken aback.
Zhang Quan leaned closer and sniffed again, then confirmed, "That's right, it's from your bed! It smells so milky, Brother Chen, is that perfume you're using?"
Murong Chen: "..."
He remembered where the fragrance must have come from—it was left on Stephen Chow yesterday.
He thought he smelled it when he got into bed yesterday, but it was faint and he didn't think much of it.
When Zhang Quan said that, he felt inexplicably embarrassed, and his heart started racing.
He coughed lightly and said, "No, you smelled it wrong. Let's eat first."
As he spoke, he picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it directly into his mouth. Instantly, the flavor of chive filling filled the air, quickly overshadowing the milky aroma.
Zhang Quan didn't think much of it, scratched his bald head and said "Oh," then realized, "Wait a minute, Brother Chen, weren't you going to wash your face first?"
Murong Chen paused for a moment: "Eat first, then wash."
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