17 Chapter Sixteen (Two Updates Combined)
He said his girlfriend's name was Shanshan, the "shan" in "yellow eel."
“I just asked my nephew who is in high school, and he said that the number six means ‘smooth’ or ‘skilled’. If you’re praising someone for being really good at a game, you use ‘smooth’ or ‘smooth’. It’s very popular now.”
The room, less than forty square meters, was filled with smoke. A man with tattooed arms slumped on a peeling sofa, crushed his cigarette butt on the floor, raised his small blue dragon arm and waved it twice in the smoky air, then said to the crew-cut man in a black jacket next door, "He said his girlfriend's nickname is Shanshan, the 'Shan' in 'eel.' It means, 'Six, six, Shanshan is dead,' which is a compliment to her for being very good at math."
The crew-cut man, with one sleeve empty, was biting open a beer bottle with his teeth. Hearing this, he turned around, his empty leather jacket sleeve swaying, and said with some skepticism, "That's for the best. Anyway, when Brother Tao comes back, you can tell him about it yourself. Who knows what tricks that kid is up to?"
"What tricks can a middle school student pull? Besides, what can you possibly figure out from just a few numbers?" The tattooed man scoffed, lighting another cigarette, the smoke that had just cleared rising again. He held the cigarette in his mouth, not taking it out, the butt bobbing up and down with each word. He casually put his arm around the crew-cut man's shoulder, saying, "Didn't you boast that you were always one of the best in math in your class? What are you afraid of, a middle school student?"
"Better safe than sorry."
The tattooed man was getting impatient: "Stop talking to me like that! What else can I do? He said his girlfriend is more difficult to deal with than his dad. If she can't contact him, she'll definitely call the police. His dad might consider his personal safety and choose not to call the police, but his little girlfriend won't care whether he lives or dies. Kidnapping is fine, but I'm mainly worried that he'll hook up with other girls. That's why I agreed to give him a chance to show his loyalty, at least to avoid any complications."
"How do you know Yu Renjie didn't call the police? Brother Tao hasn't come back for so long, maybe he was arrested by the police."
"You should hope your brother's luck," the tattooed man took a deep drag on his cigarette, sparks practically flying to his lips, and said dismissively, "The client said they'd just kill him if necessary. If this kid really dares to play tricks, we'll just take him out. Besides, the message's been out for days with no response, which means they don't want to deal with him at all. And my nephew, who's a math whiz, said there's nothing fishy about those two sets of numbers. That means this kid really doesn't have any tricks up his sleeve."
"Really?" the crew-cut man asked doubtfully. "Does your family have anyone who's good at studying? What score did they get?"
"Seventy or eighty, I guess."
"...In high school math, the full score is 150, and 70 or 80 is just short of passing."
"Yeah?"
The crew-cut man remained silent, still harboring doubts. He tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of wine, then took out his phone to check the latitude and longitude of those numbers, only to find they were completely different. He then typed them out again using the nine-key input method, but still couldn't make heads or tails of them.
"Isn't that right?" The tattooed man tossed his cigarette into the half-eaten instant noodle box with a sizzling sound. "What kind of smart child could that idiot Yu Renjie have? Isn't he just like his father, all love-struck?"
"Alright, alright, if you ignore him, this mess won't happen. Why do you have to pay attention to him? I don't care if they're love-struck or not, but you—you're not still thinking about my sister, are you? Let me tell you, it's impossible between you two."
"You're hilarious! Thinking about it is illegal? Haven't I done plenty of illegal things?" He spat out a mouthful of saliva. "Besides, what kind of person are you, trying to stop me and your sister? Is this your first time participating in kidnapping, or did you not get your share of the loot? Every time I went to jail a few years ago, I always left money for your sister."
As he spoke, the tattooed man grabbed the prosthetic arm from the coffee table and poked the crew-cut man with his finger: "Back when I was spending my life savings to get you a prosthetic arm, you didn't object to us being together. Now you act all high and mighty with me. Your sister has risen to a high position, and now that she's slept with me, she thinks it's dirty—"
"Bang!"
The crew-cut man kicked the coffee table in front of him, which was covered in instant noodle soup, and the two of them instantly started wrestling and fighting on the sofa like a meat grinder.
"Fuck you! If you bring up my sister again, I'll send you straight to jail to get shot."
...
Yu Jinyang has been tied to a chair for two whole days. Fearing that he might try something under the guise of going to the toilet, the other party has not given him a drop of water for two days.
At this moment, his stomach felt like a crushed soda can, throbbing with pain. His throat felt like a dry, lifeless flypaper, parched and reeking of the blood of a corpse.
He felt his internal organs were starting to rot, and of course, his skin wasn't in much better shape. Although he couldn't see it, he could easily imagine that at this point, he'd be so badly affected that even a zombie director would be afraid of his parents complaining. Because he was restless and struggled quite a bit, the rough hemp rope had rubbed countless bloody welts across his body. There probably weren't many good patches of skin left on his body. Apart from a few fingers that could still move, he could easily give these thugs the middle finger.
Of course, he wouldn't stoop to doing something so lowly.
Yu Jinyang's biggest worry right now is his eyes. On the first day he was captured, his captors were afraid he would notice anything amiss. As soon as he was put in the car with a black cloth over his eyes, someone sprayed pepper spray into them. His eyelids were immediately punctured by the spray, and they burned and throbbed with pain. The heat was so intense that he could no longer distinguish between hot and cold. His eyes were completely useless, as if they had become two leaky holes. The pain was so intense that he couldn't even catch his breath.
The next second, someone tightly covered his eyes with cloth, trapping all the heat inside and burning his eyeballs. Even so, he endured it without making a sound, but soon he fainted from the pain. When he woke up, he was bound hand and foot to a chair.
The world he couldn't see was terrifying. He felt his retina must have detached. Worst of all, he was risking his life, yet he was still thinking about the high school entrance exam. Even if he were rescued now and immediately started learning Braille, it would be too late for the exam. Wait, are there exam halls for blind students?
However, over the past few days, he'd pieced together the scale of their kidnapping operation through listening. There were three men: one in a jacket, with a disabled arm—the creaking sound of his leather jacket was quite noticeable in this season; the arm injury was caused by his accomplice frequently removing his prosthetic arm to scratch an itch, leading to frequent fights between the two. The other two men were called Brother Tao, the jacket-wearing man's brother, and the other, who helped him send messages, was slightly less bright and the easiest to fool.
He often heard them whispering. There was nothing he could do; the human brain is truly amazing. Even if one is blind, one's hearing remains sharp. They thought he couldn't hear, but in reality, he heard every single word clearly. When Tao went out to buy food, the two men stayed behind, watching him intently.
They chatted without any inhibitions, or rather, completely ignored him. The one who was less bright openly said that he wanted to get another tattoo on his back after receiving the money. The man in the jacket remained silent for a long time before replying indifferently that he was going to get a haircut after this was over.
He was a man of few words; it was mostly the tattooed man who couldn't help but start conversations. Upon hearing this, the tattooed man immediately advised him against going to the newly opened place, saying it was illegitimate and involved in prostitution.
Yu Jinyang couldn't resist interjecting, "Uncle, is this kidnapping very legitimate?"
The tattooed man immediately grabbed a sock to gag him.
Upon hearing that the other person had taken off their shoes, Yu Jinyang immediately declared his resolve with a death wish: "If you dare to put them in my mouth, I dare to die here."
He figured they wouldn't really dare to kill him unless absolutely necessary, otherwise they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to blind him. Sure enough, the other man slapped his shoe on the ground twice, put it back on, and said sarcastically to the man in the jacket, "Young masters are so pretentious, each one of them treating their germophobia like a death sentence."
The man in the jacket remained silent.
The tattooed man muttered to himself, "I get it, I get it. Young masters like him would definitely find our country folk's feet smelly."
Yu Jinyang was speechless: "If you don't mind the smell, why don't you just put it in your own mouth?"
Tattooed arms are the easiest to provoke, and sure enough, she was furious and jumped up and down: "Shut up, or I'll beat you up! You talk so much, why don't other young masters talk as much as you!"
In this cramped space of less than forty square meters, they didn't even dare to turn on the air conditioner. It was stuffy and sticky, like a pot of burnt hot pot broth, simmering repeatedly.
Yu Jinyang felt like a fish waiting to be cooked and slaughtered. Knowing his fate was sealed, he moved his neck from side to side, then hung the back of his neck on the chair back, blindfolded himself, and looked up at the ceiling. Bloodstains and sweat from his neck trickled down his collarbone and into his T-shirt, which hadn't been washed for days. He feigned a lifeless tone and asked, "She...didn't she reply to my message?"
“I’m going back. Go to hell.” The tattooed man said.
"..." Yu Jinyang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head away, "I don't believe it."
"Don't ask if you don't believe me!" The tattooed man kicked over the beer bottle in front of him, which fell to the ground like dominoes. "Didn't you say she was your girlfriend? Why didn't you even save her name in your contacts? If you dare to lie to me, I can really take you down."
"Can't we have a fight?" Yu Jinyang's expression remained unchanged, and it was difficult for him to change it. Even the soot from the bottom of a pot looked better than his face. He slightly raised his chin towards the direction of the voice from the tattooed arm. If he had washed his face clean and revealed his eyes, he would have looked rather irritating. "Didn't you see that she's making excuses to make up with me?"
The tattooed man hates five types of people the most in his life: those who are rich, those who are handsome, those who are academic geniuses, those who are popular with women, and those who have their eyes on their noses.
Yu Jinyang is just a spoiled brat who fits all the right person's intolerances when it comes to tattoos.
Yu Jinyang, of course, seized the opportunity to relentlessly attack the tattooed arm: "Uncle, where are you in the process? Haven't you called my dad yet? Have you agreed on how much money to ask for? I have my high school entrance exam tomorrow!"
"...Shut up, are you going to urge me again?"
The tattooed man holding the jacket pointed at Yu Jinyang.
The man in the jacket roughly snatched his hand back, his eyes revealing an unprecedented ferocity and ruthlessness: "All of you shut the hell up! If you say another word to him, I'll see you're really brainless! Give me his phone and the jammer! I want to see what tricks this kid is up to."
Yu Jinyang silently turned his face to the center, his expression calm as still water. In reality, his heart was pounding wildly in his empty, helpless chest, like a drum beating in the wind. He dared not breathe, afraid that the rise and fall of his chest would arouse their suspicion. He could only do his best to suppress each breath, until finally his ribs began to ache.
He tried to hold back, but couldn't. He gritted his teeth, keeping a cold expression, but his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
If he really dies here, he hopes his parents won't see him in such a twisted and wretched state at the end.
He also felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have sent that message. When he remembered her mentioning the Fibonacci sequence, he impulsively went and tried to fool the tattoo artist. If she couldn't solve it, he really, really wouldn't blame her.
But given her adventurous nature, she'll probably stick to those numbers for the rest of her life.
***
Night crept into every corner of the city, neon lights flickered, and although it was only close to nine o'clock, it fell into an unprecedented silence. Occasionally, a car wheel would rumble over the road, as if it were rolling past the city center at the lowest speed.
Tomorrow is the annual middle school entrance examination day in Fengtan County. The government has issued a notice prohibiting the honking of horns for the next three days, and the city lights have been turned off in advance, waiting for the arrival of this grand parade of middle school students. A full mental state on the last night is the most important thing, and the candidates have all gone to bed early to find sleep.
The lights were still on in Yu Renjie's villa complex. The police had planted telephone receivers on every floor of their house. The kidnappers had called at 8 a.m. and 12 p.m., demanding 30 million yuan in cash, and that his son be released on time tomorrow to take the high school entrance exam.
Yu Renjie and Tang Xiang hadn't seen their son for so many days, and they looked so haggard that they had completely lost their former vitality. The two of them looked emaciated, and at this moment, one could even see a trace of the appearance of Gao Dian's grandparents in them. Their clothes were all wrinkled, their hair was messy like weeds, and they couldn't stop scratching and pulling at it every now and then. The two of them looked like two hollow stalks that would fall over with a gust of wind.
They had considered that the other party might ask for five million or ten million, but they didn't expect them to demand thirty million right off the bat, in cash. The crucial point is that the person had been detained for several days, and deliberately called them on the last day before the high school entrance exam.
Yu Renjie tried to sound calm as he said, "First, let me make sure my son is safe. You didn't bully him or hit him, right? I want a video so we can see him."
Of course, the other party did not grant his wish.
"If we find out you've called the police, you can forget about seeing your son. Get your cash ready and wait for my call to complete the transaction."
He was a kidnapper who followed a very traditional procedure, something that had been shown countless times in TV dramas. He even suspected that this scene might have been pre-recorded and that there was no one on the other end.
"Smack—"
Yu Renjie was trembling all over. For the first time, he lost control and slammed the phone to the ground, smashing it to pieces.
Tang Xiang was also silently wiping away tears.
The police could only offer a few platitudes of comfort and continue to analyze the audio track and the location of the receiving signal whenever they had a spare moment. Fortunately, the call was not in vain. They investigated the Skynet system in the call area and, combining the clues from the previous two days, finally managed to identify one of the suspects—Dong Tao. He had a criminal record and had been imprisoned five years ago for kidnapping. However, he was very aware of counter-surveillance. He had thrown the first SIM card into someone's car, which was currently on the highway to the provincial capital.
Dong Tao's figure finally disappeared into the blind spot of the surveillance camera at a massage parlor in the city, vanishing without a trace, just like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
With the trail broken again, the police could only continue to meticulously investigate the usage records of Dong Tao's various accounts, check the areas he frequented, search for areas where the hostage might be hiding, and patiently wait for the kidnapper's third phone call.
Liang Mei's house was brightly lit, almost entirely occupied by students from the No. 3 Middle School across the street. As the lights went out one by one, even the wind stopped blowing, and the leaves fell silent, as if frozen into a black expanse. Only Liang Mei's house stood out, like a solitary island in a desolate Dead Sea, the only one with an ever-burning light.
It was 9:30 a.m. Miao Jia and Li Yingqiao were still sitting around their usual dining table reviewing the questions they had answered incorrectly. The instant noodles on the table hadn't been cleared away yet. Li Yingqiao took the opportunity to wipe the table. Seeing Liang Mei put down the phone with a heavy expression, Li Yingqiao immediately rushed over and asked, "How is it, Teacher Liang? Did something happen to Miao Miao?"
Liang Mei's lips trembled slightly, the words stuck in her throat, unsure whether to tell them or not, afraid it would affect their exams tomorrow. Sure enough, the next second, seeing her hesitation, Li Yingqiao immediately grabbed her arm and shook it, saying, "Teacher, don't hide it from us. There must be something wrong with the message Miaomiao sent me. If you don't tell me, I'll definitely be distracted during my exams tomorrow!"
“Wait a minute, be quiet for a while,” Liang Mei glanced at the wall clock and said decisively, “I’ll call Teacher Zhu. You write down the two sets of numbers that Yu Jinyang sent on paper. When Teacher Zhu comes over, we’ll think of a solution together. But you two have to promise me that no matter whether we can crack it or not, you must go to bed before 11 o’clock.”
Li Yingqiao and Zheng Miaojia exchanged a glance: "Okay!"
Zhu Xiaoliang received a call in the middle of the night and, without even changing his shoes, took a taxi over in his slippers, looking travel-worn. As soon as he entered, he saw Li Yingqiao and Zheng Miaojia hunched over the table, staring blankly at two sets of numbers, their faces full of worry. Zheng Miaojia asked curiously, "Qiaoqiao, how did you figure out the problem?"
Li Yingqiao buried her head in her writing, her pen swishing through the numbers. "I don't know. I didn't notice at first either. If it weren't for the fact that I've been tormented by Teacher Zhu lately and now I want to calculate every number I see, the more I calculate, the more something seems off..."
"So, do you have any ideas?" Zhu Xiaoliang walked over, took off his glasses, picked up the white paper in front of Miao Jia, and examined it carefully. "I heard from Teacher Liang that he's been kidnapped for several days now. What time was this message sent? Do you remember?"
Li Yingqiao pondered for a moment: "It must have been the night after he was kidnapped that he sent me the messages. The first one was 626, sent at 10:30 pm, and the second one was 3364, with a two-second interval between them. I made a mistake at first because the messages were in my mom's inbox, and the later messages were first. I didn't check the time and subconsciously thought 3364 was the first one, so I kept using 3364626. I thought it was some kind of landline number, so I called it."
Liang Mei asked, "Did they answer?"
"Number not in service".
Zhu Xiaoliang roughly understood, plopped down in a chair, grabbed Zheng Miaojia's pen, and quickly wrote a string of numbers on the paper. "I don't have time to explain too much to you. If you can understand it, then read it. If you can't, don't ask yet. Right now, we can only assume that this is a distress message. It's also possible that the kidnappers took his phone and accidentally triggered the message, but that's less likely. Kidnappers usually remove the battery and turn off the phone as soon as they get it to avoid being tracked down by the police."
Liang Mei suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Zhu Xiaoliang, "That's not right, can't the police locate his SIM card? He can even send messages."
Zhu Xiaoliang shook his head: "Not necessarily. It takes more than thirty seconds of network registration to be recorded by the base station before the phone is turned on. Some kidnappers with strong counter-surveillance awareness will control the time from turning on the phone to making a call or sending a message to within thirty seconds each time, then repeatedly torture the victim. Moreover, nowadays, the devil is always one step ahead. Some more sophisticated professional criminal gangs can use Faraday crystals to block information, and they also copy fake SIM cards and throw them in garbage dumps, turning them on periodically every day to mislead the police's tracking routes. The methods of crime are constantly evolving. Discussing these things is meaningless—"
“Teacher, I have an idea!” Li Yingqiao looked at the densely written paper in front of her. “626 can be typed into a 3x3 grid and it becomes ‘cat’. 3364 can be typed into a 3x3 grid and it becomes ‘mad’ in ‘mad port’. Is it possible that he told me that the cat is in Mad Port?”
Zhu Xiaoliang, who had just taken a taxi from Mad Port, fell silent: "..."
Liang Mei: "...This is just my humble opinion, but with Yu Jinyang's intelligence, he should be able to type the three separate abbreviations for 'Crazy,' 'Child,' and 'Hong Kong' in a 3x3 grid."
Zheng Miaojia said, "Is it possible that the cat is having madness? He said he's gone mad, and that's a distress signal."
Zhu Xiaoliang: "...Draw something, Miaojia."
Li Yingqiao leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, pen between her fingers, staring at the two sets of numbers and muttering, "Let me think about it some more. He must want to tell me something. Since he chose to send it to me, it must be something I can figure out."
However, upon reflection, she realized that she had many connections to Yu Jinyang, but almost none related to numbers—Little Painting City, Mad Harbor, Fatty Shi, rolling pin, crayfish, princess carry, Conan…
"He's good at math, right?" Zhu Xiaoliang's first reaction was to use Caesar shift, FBFCCFD—clearly a string of invalid numbers that looked like a candied hawthorn.
“His math skills are probably the best among them,” Liang Mei said.
Zhu Xiaoliang nodded thoughtfully: "That eliminates some answers. Thank you, Teacher Liang, your answer is very helpful."
Liang Mei: "...No need, Zhu Xiaoliang."
Zhu Xiaoliang had already entered his own thought process. "Li Yingqiao, what did you two talk about before this?"
"I asked him to return the Conan book that Teacher Liang confiscated. I said I would greet him with the Fibonacci sequence to tell him not to be ungrateful—" Li Yingqiao suddenly thought, "Teacher, you said that sunflowers are a typical Fibonacci sequence. Could it be that there are 626 sunflowers in this place?"
"What does 3364 represent?" Zhu Xiaoliang stared at the draft paper in front of him and murmured, "Could it be the Fibonacci sequence—"
Fibonacci sequence —
Li Yingqiao leaned back in her chair, staring intently at the manuscript in front of her. She had tried many ways to convert numbers into text. For example, she even used hexadecimal in a computer, which produced 5F9244, which looked like a license plate number but wasn't. Teacher Zhu said there was another way to calculate it using ASCII code, which produced a bunch of exclamation marks. Surely Yu Miaomiao wouldn't be kidnapped and still have time to reply to his astonishment at her for learning the Fibonacci sequence.
But she always felt that these two numbers were somehow connected: 6, 26, 33, 64...
Wait a minute!
Could it actually be a sequence?
Time ticked by, and the clock struck 10:30. Yu Renjie and the police had yet to receive the kidnappers' third call, but at least they received some good news from Liang Mei: their son had sent a message to Li Yingqiao on the second day after his kidnapping, indicating that he hadn't lost hope and was still trying to find a way to save himself.
Yu Renjie remained by the phone, his fingertips unconsciously tapping his knee. The villa door was pushed open, and his grandparents, who had rushed over from home upon hearing the news, entered, their steps unsteady. Seeing the room full of people, they nearly collapsed. They had never seen so many police officers holding a meeting in their home before. Their voices trembled like leaves: "Any news? The kidnappers haven't called yet? What about the classmate? Were those two sets of numbers sent by Jin Yang?"
"I don't know yet," Tang Xiang said, utterly exhausted, feeling completely drained and cold. "Those kids are taking their high school entrance exam tomorrow, and they're still helping their math teacher at this hour. We'll just wait for their news. It might not even be useful information, so let's not worry. If they can help, we'll thank them properly; if they can't, that's okay too. It's alright."
She seemed to be comforting her mother, but also perhaps comforting herself.
Grandma, who had been a vegetarian for forty years, heard this and began to pray for them, fiddling with her ever-present Buddhist prayer beads: "Good children, they are all kind-hearted children. Ah Yang is so lucky to have such good friends."
"Ring ring ring—"
Everyone tensed up instantly. Almost all of the twenty or so people in the villa stopped what they were doing at the same time. Even the experts in the expert group who were analyzing the two sets of numbers stopped and fell silent, waiting for the hostage's father to answer the final call for the transaction.
Yu Renjie was burning up; he had actually been running a fever since yesterday. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he couldn't tell if it was from nervousness or from his nervous system. He licked his dry lips, having forgotten how long it had been since he had drunk any water. He rubbed his face vigorously, and with the officer's OK sign, he immediately answered the phone.
"Hello--"
“It’s me. Li Yingqiao refuses to go to sleep no matter what. There’s still half an hour left. If she can’t solve it, I’ll knock her out and stuff her into the house. I’m letting you know in advance.” Inside the house, everyone was engrossed in calculating. Liang Mei, who didn’t understand math, was leaning against the balcony smoking to relieve her anxiety. She spoke to Li Shuli on the phone.
Li Shuli was about to ask if it was her fault for not seeing the message sooner when she heard her daughter's excited scream from the other end of the phone: "Teacher Zhu! Yu Jinyang really sent me the Fibonacci sequence!"
Zhu Xiaoliang then launched into a rapid-fire question-and-answer session with her.
It wasn't until Zhu Xiaoliang asked in a deep voice, "Do you know that there's a classic last-digit cycle in the entire Fibonacci sequence?"
“I didn’t know that before,” Li Yingqiao spread out the draft paper one by one, her thoughts following closely. “Didn’t you say before that this wouldn’t be on the test? I didn’t look into it in detail, but the result I just calculated is this: the formula for the Fibonacci sequence is F(n) = F(n-1) + F(n-2), which is the sum of the first two terms of the sequence, right? If we consider 6 and 26 as the first two terms of the sequence, then Yu Jinyang’s modified Fibonacci sequence formula, according to this result, is 6, 26, 32, 58, 90, 148, 238… I calculated up to the twentieth term, which is 124210. And the first twenty terms all conform to what you just said about the ending cycle. Whenever there is a multiple of the fifth term, the last term of that term must be 0.”
Liang Mei hung up the phone and followed her in, listening for a while. Looking at the items circled on her draft paper, she murmured repeatedly, "And then? It means the fifth item is 90, the last digit is 0; the tenth item is 1010, the last digit is also 0; the fifteenth item is 11200, the last digit is also 0; the twentieth item is 124210, the last digit is also 0. What does it mean that the last digits after these five numbers are all zero?"
Zhu Xiaoliang glanced at Li Yingqiao, who put down her pen, looked up at Liang Mei, and said, "Teacher Liang, what do you think is cyclical in life?"
Before Liang Mei could answer, Zheng Miaojia asked curiously, "What about 3364? That number isn't in this sequence."
“3364 can be seen as the square of 58,” Zhu Xiaoliang said slowly as he put on his glasses and circled the fourth term in the sequence on the paper. “It just so happens that Yu Jinyang gave us the square of the fourth term in this sequence, 58. Do you think it’s such a coincidence? I’ve told you before that the real mathematics is the mathematics in life. Although I have never met this student, he has really observed mathematics in life.”
"Then why did he specifically point out '58 square meters' in his second message?" Liang Mei asked.
Zhu Xiaoliang gave Li Yingqiao a meaningful look: "She knows."
“It’s a bus loop,” Li Yingqiao’s thoughts gradually became clear, because she suddenly remembered the chase they had at the bus stop a couple of days ago. “The bus runs once every half hour, but there’s one bus that you can just wave to stop on the side of the road, and it only runs five times a day. 58 square meters, that’s what he was telling me, that I have to take the No. 58 bus twice a day.”
[Author's Note]
I couldn't stop myself from reaching the word count! Eight thousand words is killing me.
See you the day after tomorrow for the next update! It'll probably be a huge update too!
Two hundred red envelopes.
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