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Zhong Kui's Diary
I looked at the angle of the image on the Tablet, my gaze shifting to the dashboard of the driver's seat. Above the navigation device in the center, there was a hemispherical black cover the size of a ping pong ball, with faint red dots flickering inside. It seemed this was the camera.
Moreover, I could also hear my conversation with Mr. Qian coming from the Tablet's speaker. Although the sound was not very clear, it was evident that this camera also had listening capabilities.
With a bitter smile, I asked, "Can you tell me what Mr. Qian wants us to do?"
"Get in the car first, wait for his call," Qian Housheng replied cheerfully as he pulled back the Tablet and casually closed the car door. His voice came from outside: "I’ll send him the remote control and monitor; he will contact you naturally."
After that, Qian Housheng turned and left, seemingly unconcerned about being followed by the police, exuding an air of confidence likely due to the remote control in his hand.
I glanced at the camera again, adjusted my position slightly, took out my phone, and placed it under Kong Xuan's seat. From this angle, the camera would definitely not be able to see it.
Rayue noticed my actions and stopped crying, her brows furrowed in confusion as she opened her mouth to ask something. I quickly interjected, "Yue, are you scared?"
Hearing my question, Rayue paused for a moment before immediately putting on a fierce expression directed at me. I noticed tears still lingering at the corners of her eyes; it was hard to take her seriously in that state. Unable to help myself, I burst into laughter. Seeing me like this, Rayue looked somewhat flustered; confusion and uncertainty flashed in her eyes as her fierce demeanor gradually faded away. After staring blankly for seven or eight seconds, Rayue weakly replied, "Of course I'm scared!"
I chuckled lightly: "Yue, I think you look better and more genuine this way. Why pretend to be spoiled and willful?"
I expected Rayue to retort sharply but was surprised when she lowered her head and fell silent. I didn’t bother with her anymore and quickly typed on my phone. Damn it, there's surveillance? There's eavesdropping? Can they even know if I'm secretly texting?
Texting Kung Fu, Rayue faintly replied: "My dad is the owner of Emperor Club. In my classmates' eyes, I should be that kind of delinquent girl image. No matter how I try to prove I'm not a delinquent girl, they think I'm just pretending. Eventually, I got tired of proving myself; if they want to see me as a delinquent girl, so be it."
I sighed softly without saying anything while busy sending a message to Fatty.
"Fatty, we're currently in a van; there's a camera at the navigation position with listening capabilities. Is there any way to break it?"
While waiting for Fatty's reply, I set my message notification to vibrate.
Soon enough, Fatty's text came back—three words: no way.
I smiled bitterly as I put my phone away and looked at Rayue. She was holding onto a bomb tightly, her upper body wrapped tightly in layers of transparent tape like a zongzi. Even though I had scissors in hand to cut through the tape and throw the bomb out of the window, it would take at least several seconds—plenty of time for Qian Housheng to react and press a button on his side, instantly turning us into dust.
Although I hated Qian Housheng to the core, I couldn't help but admire him a little. Just from the way he wrapped the bomb with transparent tape, it was clear that his cunning was on par with Mr. Qian.
Damn, could this Qian Housheng actually be Mr. Qian? Suddenly, I had this thought, but quickly dismissed it. At Star River Fifth Bridge, I had seen Mr. Qian from a distance. Although I couldn't see clearly, one thing was certain: Mr. Qian definitely didn't have such a big belly.
My gaze unconsciously swept over Rayue. Qian Housheng's bindings showed no mercy; Rayue's collar was wide open, revealing a large expanse of her chest muscles. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, and below her collarbone, there was a tattoo.
Yes, a tattoo.
This tattoo was a line from a Tang poem—Moonlight Before My Bed.
I was a bit curious and asked with a smile, "Rayue, what does your tattoo mean?"
Rayue's face suddenly turned red. "This is something my boyfriend and I got together; he has 'Homesick' on his chest."
"Moonlight Before My Bed, Homesick—what's the significance?" I was even more curious.
Kong Xuan, who had been silent in front, laughed and said, "Zheng Nan, you really have no class. What someone chooses to tattoo on their body is none of your business. It's just a Tang poem; how much significance can it have? By the way, I'm also planning to get a line from a Tang poem tattooed on my abdomen. Ahem, should I go with 'Penglai Mountain Has No More Roads From Here, The Azure Bird Earnestly Comes To Check' or 'Spring Has Gone, Flowers Remain; People Come, Birds Do Not Fear'? Hahaha."
"You'd better get 'Avoid the Forest' tattooed on your front; there's a girl here! Stop with those crude jokes." I pointed at Kong Xuan and scolded him in exasperation before turning back to Rayue. "So what's the story behind this Tang poem? What's it got to do with your uncle?"
My banter with Kong Xuan was actually meant to distract Rayue. With such a large bomb strapped to her chest, if we didn't divert her attention, what would happen if she broke down? If she lost it and started tearing at the transparent tape around her body while Mr. Qian watched, then when Old Qian pressed the remote control lightly, we would all be done for in an instant.
Hearing my inquiry about the origin of her tattoo, Rayue whispered, "My name means Mingyue."
But isn't Rayue unrelated to the moon? Although I didn't read much, you can't fool me! I once had a classmate named Liu Yue who lived with me; her name referred to a divine pearl in legends. Since then, I called her Divine Pig or Flying Pig... I'm digressing; it seems Leizu Wu really lacks culture if Rayue's name means Mingyue... Wait, Moonlight Before My Bed—something feels off here; before the bed... moonlight... Damn it, Rayue! Are you not afraid that Li Bai will rise from the dead to wrestle you for misinterpreting his ancient poem?
When Kong Xuan heard this, he burst into laughter: "Isn't your boyfriend's name Homesick?"
Rayue seemed to revert back to her tough-girl persona and huffed, "My boyfriend's name is not Homesick!"
"Oh?" Kong Xuan replied in surprise.
"He has tattooed the words 'Hometown' down there..." Rayue pouted.
I exchanged a glance with Kong Xuan, and we both burst into laughter. Can you believe it? Tang poetry can be played like this; I wonder what the poets who have been dead for a thousand years would think?
Being young is great.
Seeing us laughing uncontrollably, Rayue initially looked at us coldly, but eventually, a hint of a smile crept onto her lips. Gradually, that smile grew wider, and soon she was giggling as well.
Just as we were laughing heartily, my phone rang. It was the one Mr. Qian had left for us. I cleared my throat a couple of times to signal everyone to quiet down before I pressed the speakerphone button.
"You seem to be having a good time!" Mr. Qian's voice came through the speaker.
"Just trying to make the best of things!" I replied calmly.
"Tsk tsk, making the best of things? Sounds like you're really suffering," Mr. Qian said with a chuckle. "Since you're looking for fun, let's get started with an exciting game."
"What game?" My lips felt a bit dry, and I was curious about what kind of game it would be.
"First, drive out of the area, Ling Ju," Mr. Qian said with a laugh. "This will be the last time I call you that."
I was taken aback. First it was Qian Housheng calling me that, and now Mr. Qian too—what was going on? I couldn't help but ask, "Last time calling me Ling Ju? What do you mean by that?"
"Because the city government's work meeting is about to conclude, and the notice regarding Lingfeng's appointment will be released soon. Ling Ju, the mayor will be looking for you to talk shortly; are you feeling a bit excited? It's ten in the morning now; by ten-thirty, news of your suspension will likely spread throughout Star City," Mr. Qian laughed heartily.
Hearing this from Mr. Qian made my mind buzz; I never expected this matter would ultimately affect Lingfeng.
Noticing our silence, Mr. Qian's tone shifted as he coldly said, "However, those matters have nothing to do with me; regardless, you both need to finish the game with me first. Now, let's get down to business!"
I coughed bitterly and asked, "What business?"
"What is the current speed of the car?" Mr. Qian asked a puzzling question.
I glanced at the dashboard: "45 miles!"
Miles is a dialect term from Star City, meaning kilometers per hour; 45 miles refers to 45 kilometers per hour.
"Well, not bad. You're quite honest. Hehe, tell Lingfeng to speed up to 60 miles!" Mr. Qian said coldly.
Kong Xuan pressed the accelerator, and as the speed gradually increased to 60 miles, Mr. Qian seemed to notice the speed and coldly said, "Alright, now let me explain the rules of the game. From now on, the van's speed must be maintained around 60 miles. If I find your speed drops below 58 miles or exceeds 62 miles, I will immediately detonate the bomb."
"Hey, that's impossible! We are in the city with so many traffic lights; how can we maintain that speed?" I shouted.
"Don't you know how to run a red light?" Mr. Qian sneered. "Anyway, that's how it is. You can figure it out yourself. Just a friendly reminder, you might want to go to areas with less traffic, like River District!"
Kong Xuan pointed at the fuel gauge in front, and I suddenly realized and shouted into my phone, "Hey! What if we run out of gas?"
"Not my problem!" Mr. Qian hung up directly.
"Damn it, what do we do now?" Kong Xuan cursed, while Rayue stared blankly, mumbling something I couldn't understand.
"Let's go to River District!" I gritted my teeth and took out my phone to call Lingfeng.
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