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Chapter 457: The Vegetarian Reporter’s Three Aces (3)

Song Yuesheng took off her hair band and tied it around the spot on her leg where the bleeding was the worst.

The white-haired man is the male protagonist, so the nature of what happened just now has completely changed.

Judging from the example of the protagonist being hurt and then seeking revenge, it is highly likely that he would torture her to death after catching her.

I must get to heal my wounds before he does.

Song Yuesheng passed by a house where the door was open and clothes were hung out to dry. She took the bed sheet and wrapped it around herself to cover the bloodstains.

She noted the location and planned to return the silver dollar to the family after she recovered.

After walking for a while, the road became wider.

The shops on both sides were brightly lit.

The tram passed through the street and went off into the distance.

From time to time, the sound of piano playing could be heard from the theater opposite.

There is a tall bell tower not far away.

There is a huge clock outside.

The short hand pointed to nine, and the long hand pointed between three and four.

This place is more prosperous than Yanglai Port.

Song Yuesheng pulled up his mask.

Perhaps it was because we were living in an era of collision between the old and the new, she searched for a long time but only found a Chinese medicine shop that had closed down.

The location is also quite remote.

Song Yuesheng shot and knocked off the lock on the door.

Then, she took out gauze from inside to bandage the wound, and then filled it with some Chinese herbal medicine to stop bleeding.

There are many gambling houses here.

Uniformed police officers did not stop citizens from going there.

It should be a serious business.

Song Yuesheng took some capital from the Chinese medicine shop.

Then I did nothing and just stayed in various gambling houses.

The first thing I would do after winning the money is to buy new clothes and burn the blood-stained dress.

Afterwards, Song Yuesheng paid someone to write two notes.

One is a Chinese medicine shop.

The other photo shows a family hanging out clothes to dry.

The main content was to tell them that she took the Chinese medicinal materials and bed sheets, and left silver dollars as payment.

Not only did she replenish the silver dollars she had looted from the Chinese medicine shop, she also kept a relatively large amount of them.

After finishing these things, it was already dawn without me noticing.

Registration is required for hotel check-in, making it very easy to detect outsiders.

There is no need for a dance hall.

Song Yuesheng didn't wear a mask and put on heavy makeup.

The ballroom staff arranged room 2116 on the second floor.

Song Yuesheng locked the door.

He took out several plastic bags from the bag, tore them apart and placed them on the table and chairs.

Old clothes are burned.

Wearing white gloves is to avoid fingerprints.

There are also masks and cosmetics in the bag.

I felt more and more like I had committed some crime.

Song Yuesheng curled the corners of his mouth.

After all.

Why does there exist another original owner in this world!

If she wasn't afraid of being discovered, why would she do this?

Song Yuesheng yawned tiredly.

Forget it.

Wake up and think about it.

She pushed the chair behind the door.

There are also a few vases on it.

You never know how deep your sleep will be if you haven’t slept all night.

One more layer of protection means one more layer of safety.

**

Sunset West Mountain.

The dance hall opened for business.

Sudden.

A group of soldiers in uniform rushed in.

When the person in charge of the dance hall heard the report from the staff, he hurried over and asked respectfully, "Sir, what happened?"

The officer narrowed his eyes.

"An important prisoner has escaped. This officer will lead the search. If anyone escapes, remember the consequences."

The person in charge smiled and said, "Yes, yes, sir, please go ahead. We will definitely assist you."

The officer turned around and gave stern orders to his men.

"Listen carefully to me. I will check it carefully for you later."

"Female, about 20 years old, mute, with fierce eyes. She may be wearing a mask, with a knife wound on her left arm."

"Adjutant Yu brought back Mr. Qi's original words: If she is to be alive, not a single hair can be lost. So if you find this woman, knock her out from the neck. No knives or guns are allowed to be used. Do you understand?"

The subordinates said in unison: "Yes, sir!"

The ballroom has four floors.

Led by the waiters, the officers went to the rooms that met the requirements and knocked on the doors to make their assessments.

Because the orders were strict, the officers everyone saw were different from those they had seen before.

Each time they found a woman who might fit the profile, they had her carry a heavy bucket in her left hand.

"Dong dong dong."

Hearing the knock on the door, Song Yuesheng left from the window.

She put on a mask as she walked towards the door.

The two officers at the door's eyes lit up when they saw Song Yuesheng.

Song Yuesheng quickly pretended to cough.

"Ahem, I forgot to close the window when I went to sleep, and my throat feels a little uncomfortable. May I ask what can I do for you two?"

The two officers sighed.

Then one of them pointed at the iron barrel next to him and gave serious instructions.

"Lift this bucket up one-handed with your left hand."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Song Yuesheng's cough became more and more urgent.

The two officers and the waiter all moved away at the same time.

Song Yuesheng pretended not to see it.

She was carrying the iron bucket, her face flushed red, and she pretended that she couldn't lift it.

She tried several times and even pretended to fall.

Seeing this, the officer interrupted impatiently.

"Alright, alright, it's none of your business. If you're sick, go to the hospital and don't infect others here."

"Thank you, cough, cough..."

Song Yuesheng was flattered and thanked him.

But they avoided them as if they were the plague. Two officers carried iron buckets and hurriedly urged the waiters in the ballroom to leave.

Song Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Hidden away for the time being.

The officer seen from the window was probably also here to look for her.

It is impossible to wander around outside looking for news.

We can only wait until all the officers in the ballroom leave and then ask the people here.

however.

This dance hall has its own rules.

Whether it was the waiter, the cleaning lady, or the dancer, apart from telling her that the place was called Yizhou, it was a place of outstanding people, delicious food, and friendly residents, she could not get any other information from them.

Even when asked where the police station in Yizhou City was, they were hesitant and couldn't give a clear answer.

But there were still gains.

Song Yuesheng was certain that he could not eat any meat in this world.

Dishes fried with minced meat, fish soup, chicken soup, chicken porridge, seafood porridge, these are all not allowed.

I feel nauseous and want to vomit after eating one bite.

In short, her fat intake in this world is very low.

While Song Yuesheng was trying to get information, all the police officers were dispatched.

They searched for six days, almost turning the entire Yizhou over, but they couldn't find a woman who completely matched the criteria.

The director couldn't stand his subordinates running around like headless flies every day.

So he called Adjutant Yu.

"Adjutant Yu, could you please ask Mr. Qi to come in person and have a portrait painted by a master who knows how to paint?"

Adjutant Yu raised his eyes: "You should have heard that he hates to say the same thing twice."

"...Yes." The director said under pressure, "But it's hard for you to find the person like this. And the clearer the clues are, the faster we can help Mr. Qi find the person."

Adjutant Yu looked at the director's anxious application, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Okay, I'll tell you about it in a few days."

The director thanked him and said, "Thank you, Adjutant Yu, for taking the time to plead for me. Please also apologize to Mr. Qi on my behalf for delaying his important official business."

"You don't have to apologize, Chief. Old Qi has run into someone he loves, so he's been pretty free these days."

After saying this, Adjutant Yu left the police station with a smile.

The director was stunned.

Happening to romance?

What about the woman that Mr. Qi is looking for with such fanfare now?

That's it.

The sooner we find the person, the less we have to do with the Qi family.

……

"You still owe me a life. I will definitely ask you for it later."

In front of the jewelry store diagonally opposite.

The girl in the floral dress stood in front of a man with tears in her eyes.

Song Yuesheng sat in front of the window, holding his chin and sighing.

Communication was inconvenient at that time, so letters were sent by postman.

Once you leave, it’s forever.

It's destined to be a tragedy.

This was the fifth or sixth separation scene she had seen.

The girl shook the man's arm with her mouth open, as if begging for something.

But the sound was smaller than before.

She couldn't hear clearly.

suddenly.

As the man adjusted his hat, Song Yuesheng saw the color of his hair showing under the hat.

--White.

According to her observations from the window over the past few days, very few people here wear white.

She immediately bent down and walked away.

The Sparrow Spirit said that the white-haired man is the male protagonist, so the girl who doesn’t want to leave is most likely his childhood sweetheart.

Song Yuesheng felt tired.

This is probably what she means by a perfect start.

The police officers outside patrol every day.

Stop the young woman walking on the road every day.

After one wave of inspection, another wave will continue to search.

Not only was she unable to take a single step forward, but no young girl had walked along this road in the past two days.

Song Yuesheng picked up a piece of cake tiredly and weakly.

Just about to eat.

Sudden.

The scene around me changed.

The sound of dripping rain was heard outside the window.

I didn't change my clothes and came here with her.

Could it be that this room is a transit station like the Star Sea, where I would come back every time I go somewhere else?

But what about the luggage she left in Room 2116?

"Sister Yue, Sister Yue, the plot can be transmitted again."

"Don't talk nonsense."

The original owner, Song Yuesheng, was a reporter for the Chaolu Daily. He died at the age of 20...

The plot is disconnected and disappears.

The mixed smell of blood and gunpowder instantly rushed into Song Yuesheng's nostrils.

Everywhere you look you can see corpses piled up.

There was a roar of artillery fire in the distance.

Song Yuesheng covered her face sadly.

Scored three times.

Impressed.

So where is this and how do I get to the city?