So... does this have anything to do with the other party being murdered?
After living with "myself" for 18 years without any issues, why suddenly be murdered after being rejected by myself?
Without a doubt, this was yet another chain reaction caused by myself, this little butterfly...
So, the third question arises, why didn’t I receive Wang Zhao Ping’s call in the previous ti-spaces?
Was Lu Kexin not dead, or was she dead but Wang Zhao Ping didn’t notify ?
ng Lang, with a serious expression, wrote down the third key word in his notebook.
"Phone".
Imdiately, he looked at Lu Kexin’s selfie and fell into deep thought.
Strictly speaking, this woman had nothing to do with anymore; there was absolutely no need for to do anything for her.
With so many murders happening every day around the world, even if I exhausted myself, how many could I save?
But this was a case of two lives in one body, Lu Kexin was pregnant, and my brother had raised the child for eighteen years...
Strictly speaking, could I possibly still be considered the child’s "godfather"?
Finding an excuse to act, ng Lang picked up his phone.
But the cursor blinked in the input box for a long ti and ng Lang couldn’t type a word.
Back to the old problem, how do I explain my foreknowledge if I warn her now?
What if I can’t persuade the other party and the communication record ends up in the hands of the police... How would I explain my prescience?
Moreover, even if she avoids the fatal danger tonight, the murderer is still unscathed and lurking nearby; it’s rely a temporary fix.
This thod has flaws!
However, fortunately, I’m no longer fighting alone.
On the chessboard of fate, I also have pawns at my disposal...
He picked up his phone and took a picture of the upper part of a photo in a book.
After carefully inspecting it to ensure that no "sensitive information" such as police or police cars appeared, ng Lang sent the photo directly to Wang Zhao Ping.
When in trouble, of course, it’s ti to call the PAW Patrol!
Archie: [???]
Soon, Wang Zhao Ping sent over three question marks.
ng said: [Got a lead, location is in the suburbs, near the unfinished building in the photo, that’s their eting spot.]
Archie: [Really? (⊙o⊙)]
ng said: [Ninety percent sure! The deal ti is tonight between 10 PM and 12 AM!]
Archie: [You even got the transaction ti? Man, you’re incredible!]
ng said: [Just average.]
After a while, Wang Zhao Ping sent another ssage.
Archie: [Found it, the place is desolate, indeed a suitable spot for the transaction, brother, relax, I’m organizing personnel to stake out!]
ng Lang sent back an encouraging emoji.
ng said: [By the way, I have a question, did you co up with your WeChat nickna yourself?]
Archie: [No, my son made change it to this recently, insisted on it saying this was his favorite character.]
ng said: [Hmm... Captain Wang usually must not have much ti to spend with his kids, right?]
Archie: [Sigh! Starting work early and returning late, sotis I’m away from ho for several days, I rarely spend ti with the kids, how did you know?]
ng said: [Just a guess, sigh! Such are the woes of parents everywhere.]
Archie: [You missed a character.]
ng said: [...]
Putting down his phone, ng Lang sighed deeply.
This is all the help I can offer.
...
Room 302.
ng Lang sat at the dining table, constantly glancing around.
"What’s up? What are you looking for?" Lin Haitang across the table asked curiously.
Looking for candles.
"Cough! Nothing, tonight... is pretty normal, huh?" ng Lang chuckled awkwardly.
"Otherwise?" Lin Haitang looked at him strangely.
Yes, everything was very normal.
The dinner was deliciously normal, Lin Haitang was as majestic as a pyramid, there was no wine, no candles, everything seed just as it always was...
But where were the candles?
Could it be that the guy who fell in love used an imagistic narrative technique?
All my hopes in vain... Cough!
All those brain cells lost in vain.
Be realistic, can’t you be a bit more realistic, man!
Lives are at stake and you’re being sentintal?!
But speaking of which, not everything was normal today; at least two things were unusual.
"Why didn’t Yan Weiwei co today?"
ng Lang stuffed a piece of pickled cucumber into his mouth, crunching it loudly.
"Weiwei said she had sothing on and wouldn’t co over tonight," Lin Haitang said.
"Odd."
ng Lang shook his head, then suddenly pointed with a strange expression at Lin Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the sofa holding a small bowl, watching TV and eating rice.
"What’s with this?"
"Oh, there’s supposed to be a children’s drama performance organized by her class, Xiaoyu seems quite keen on it, saying she wanted to learn more from the experience."
"A child’s drama?" ng Lang looked at what was playing on TV, indeed it was an adult version of a "Cinderella" play.
Watching Xiaoyu solemnly focusing, ng Lang couldn’t help but laugh.
"Typical Xiaoyu, always so serious in whatever she does."
"Hmm... actually, she usually isn’t this interested in class activities, I was a bit surprised too.
But being interested in performing isn’t a bad thing."
Lin Haitang smiled and didn’t really mind, just seeing it as a romantic inclination that every girl might have.
Interested in performing?
That sentence, however, struck a nerve with ng Lang.
He looked at the intensely focused Xiaoyu, besides Lin Haitang’s issue, it was indeed rare for her to be so engaged in sothing.
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