Qiaodu west suburb.
The midday sunlight had just brought so warmth to the pedestrians.
Then suddenly, heavy rain began to pour down.
The temperature plumted, like the stock market crashing.
People complained about the ghostly weather while taking shelter under the pedestrian bridge, waiting for the downpour to stop.
This turn of events brought unexpected business to the street vendors beneath the bridge.
Psychologically speaking, humans like to do sothing to distract themselves while waiting through boring monts.
In layman’s terms, it’s better to do sothing than nothing.
Among the vendors under the bridge, an ordinary-looking man was intently applying a screen protector for a custor’s phone.
His solemn face and skillful hands ticulously cleaned the dirt from the screen, resembling a top chef preparing ingredients.
Seeing the vendor take such a serious and dedicated approach to his work beneath the bridge, the young custor couldn’t help but admire him. "Sir, your service is so good, I can’t even bring myself to haggle."
"That’s what I should do," the vendor replied with a smile. The wine-red scarf around his neck added so color to his weather-beaten face.
"All work is equal, right? I get it, I get it," the young custor chid in, thinking the vendor’s work ethic was worth learning.
In the vendor’s mind, a female voice sounded sowhat emotional, "Is this a skill ingrained in your genes?"
"Skilled by practice," he replied, "Nobody understands working harder than ."
This vendor was Li Changhe.
In the fourth photo taken by the cara, part of the bridge’s structure can be seen outside the car window.
To capture the angle in the photo, the car must have been on the sa level as the bridge.
Which ans there should be a turning lane beside the bridge.
Following this line of thought, Li Changhe quickly found the bridge that appeared in the cara.
The bridge was located at a crossroads in the west suburb of Qiaodu.
The abductor’s car must have been taking a left turn at the crossroads when it swayed, causing the unconscious man to accidentally trigger the cara function.
Now that he had a direction, Li Changhe decided to set up his stall under the bridge for another hour.
In terms of disguise, this was his most perfect technique.
After all, he genuinely worked hard, so his actions and movents showed no signs of deception or discrepancy.
As a common street vendor, no one would pay much attention to him other than city inspectors.
At the sa ti, he secretly released the Black Hawk drone, following the left turn of the crossroads and exploring the area.
The reason Yun Ting was so impressed was that Li Changhe could skillfully apply screen protectors for custors while controlling the Black Hawk drone.
Clients considered Li Changhe to be serious about his work, but they were rely impressed for no good reason!
Another reason for setting up the stall here was that local vendors and drivers were the easiest sources of information to access.
Drawing from Li Changhe’s years of experience, he got along well with the other vendors.
Once people were acquainted, they loved to discuss gossip and strange stories. Although most of it was nonsense, it was still a source of information.
Combining his Cold Reading skill, observing others’ actions, and saying ambiguous remarks, Li Changhe let people unconsciously fill in the blanks with their desired answers.
In other words, using Cold Reading, people simply volunteered to beco Li Changhe’s "accomplices."
By paying attention to facial details, the user could confirm if their words were correct and then use that information to further guide the person’s thoughts.
This was the basic technique of fortune-tellers.
Li Changhe ntioned ’strange rumors’ about the road and revealed a curious or surprised expression.
Through previous exchanges, he guided the other vendors with subtle hints and suggestions.
As their gossiping nature took over, they couldn’t help but share a bunch of unverified stories, without even Li Changhe asking for it.
These tricks were used by fortune-tellers, and when combined with hard-to-explain events, it increased the story’s credibility.
For example, Rasputin during the reign of the Russian Tsars.
Using his mysterious divination and magic, he easily gained the support of the nobility and gained influence in high society.
Through prophecies, such as a drought in March in Russia, or healing the dog of Grand Duke Nicholas II, Rasputin beca famous.
The two events were not too extraordinary; predicting droughts was simply Rasputin’s experience of living in rural areas, and healing a dog was no big deal for a seasoned rascal.
To save the heir Alexei, Rasputin likely used so thod to worsen his condition before arriving and then stopping the technique to create the illusion of a miraculous recovery.
From then on, Rasputin beca the most trusted advisor to the royal family and gained the title of National Healer.
Thus, his power reached its peak.
Especially during World War I, when the country was in dire need of manpower and support, Rasputin offered all sorts of terrible advice to the empress, such as removing commanders and having the emperor lead the army himself. As a result, Russia lost the war so badly that their nation was on the brink of collapse.
Even after his death, he wanted to maintain his importance by declaring that after his death, the Russian royal dynasty would collapse... quite an ostentatious attitude.
Of course, Li Changhe had no interest in knowing whether the real historical events involved Rasputin being a scamr.
But in the ga world of [Evolution], Rasputin was very powerful.
Li Changhe had upgraded his Cold Reading skill to EX, originally planning to predict the movents of enemies in combat or gather information during encounters.
Now, it seed to be handy for collecting clues.
From the map, the left turn at the crossroads led to a sanatorium.
Its full na was White Horse Road ntal Sanatorium.
Just three months ago, a fire broke out there. Due to strange events discovered during construction, the project was halted.
As the vendor selling beef offal, animatedly snipping at the at, spoke about his friend’s friend’s second sister’s uncle who had worked in the construction team at the White Horse Sanatorium.
One night during his patrol, he claid to have seen a nurse covered in burn marks wandering the hospital corridors.
The story was quite frightening, but Li Changhe couldn’t help but think that this beef offal vendor was trying to create a creepy plotline for a horror ga involving a night shift nurse.
When it ca to the so-called friend’s friend...
It was as if they were saying, "I have a friend who wants to see."
In short, it was sothing like Schrödinger’s friend.
After all, it was a ntal sanatorium, and the patients inside might have had strange behaviors from ti to ti. Over ti, these behaviors beca gossip among the residents and vendors nearby.
Li Changhe smiled along with the vendors while keeping ntal notes.
The appearance of a nurse at night... this was sothing to be wary of.
A worker who got lost in the sanatorium was found emaciated and disoriented days later, and nobody knew what had happened to him.
A cabinet making chewing sounds at night; even though the cause was probably mice, he took a ntal note to be careful around cabinets once inside.
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