There was a bomb-package story that was widely circulated around Regenberg, and it was about the Müller family who lived in Evening Primrose Lane. It is said that the Mueller children visited an illegal website and left a message on it to receive a "surprise". In the second week since then, an unmarked package was placed in front of their door. The man, who was busy carrying shopping bags through the door, grabbed it and noticed that there was no express delivery information on it. And when he was still wondering what was going on, boom! The scene became a mess. The police had to get the shattered Mueller family out before they could pick up the pieces and extract evidence.
The story may have been embellished so that the old men could deliberately scare the restless teenagers, but Primrose Lane was a real address, and one with very few residents today. And even though Luo Binhan couldn't speak a few words in German, he didn't miss too many rumors and strange stories about Regenberg. Sometimes Yu Qingshu would talk about them at the dinner table, commenting on the obvious fake ingredients in them from a less than pleasant professional perspective. Malcolm would also talk about these things when fishing or doing crafts, but he liked to tell things more bizarre and terrifying to add to the mystery of Reigenberg in his eyes - whenever this happened, Robin Han I am always more convinced that some of Yu Xiaorong's characteristics come from his biological father.
Express delivery, Yu Qingshu said without any surprise, she had seen enough cases related to express delivery in her firm. Sometimes it's to kill, sometimes it's to intimidate, or just plain boring. In the cases she was familiar with, victims found homemade time bombs, cupcakes containing AIDS needles and woolen scarves covered in anthrax. None of them were done by a delirious madman, but for the simplest and most obvious reasons: business competition, emotional disputes and inheritance disputes.
While Yu Xiaorong was busy putting on rubber gloves, Luo Binhan sat on the sofa, pondering the motives mentioned by Yu Qingshu one by one. In his short life, he had never encountered a kidnapping or robbery (of course, referring to regular crimes on this planet), although there was no shortage of motives for committing crimes. He was moderately wealthy, and his father's early career also created quite a few enemies. Of course, people like Nan Mingguang would also remind him to be wary of family disputes in a roundabout way. If one day someone cuts him off on the road with a knife, or if his brakes fail on the road, Luo Binhan doesn't think he will be surprised. The will in his safe was partly prepared for this purpose.
But the situation at the moment is a little different. A suspicious courier delivered to No. 15 Anemone Road and a murder in Lihai City are completely different things. How could someone who truly hated him choose such a time? This is his mother's territory, even if it is not "territory" in the true sense, but a criminal lawyer who has been practicing for many years, a woman who carries a pistol to work when she is under pressure, will never let her own son be murdered. In your own home. And this matter can definitely be found out. As long as the murderer is not a god, there will always be a camera that captures it and social connections will be investigated. This is not Lihai City, and even his father has almost no acquaintances here. how could be?
He was so focused on pondering this issue that he almost missed Yu Xiaorong's movements. But when she slowly approached the package with a utility knife, Luo Binhan finally recovered in time. He jumped up from the sofa, grabbed Yu Xiaorong's wrist and pulled back.
"What do you want to do?" he asked warily.
Yu Xiaorong spread his fingers. She'd even donned the mask Malcolm used to work in, which was a bit crude and ridiculous, but could handle a small amount of poisonous gas and bright light. "Look what's in there," she said.
"Don't be ridiculous. If there's a bomb here, you're useless."
"If there was a bomb here, we would have died long ago." Yu Xiaorong said impatiently, "The express delivery note is fake, and the person who sent it will be observing us nearby. If this is something that is going to blow up both of us, It has to be remote-controlled first, and we should be finished together when you come in."
"It may also be timed." Luo Binhan reminded, "There is also an induction type. It is sealed and packaged, and it will explode as soon as it senses light. And why are we always spinning around on the bomb? There may be something else here. .”
"For example?" Yu Xiaorong showed him the gloves he was wearing, "Bacillus anthracis? If there is a letter in it, we can throw it into Mal's insect display box and then read it."
"Poisonous snakes and scorpions?" Luo Binhan asked threateningly.
"There was no movement in the package." Yu Xiaorong replied flatly. Although Luo Binhan actually thinks so himself, he does not believe in his own feel and judgment as much as Yu Xiaorong. It's dangerous to rely on experience alone to fight against unknown malice, not to mention the fact that this is an exceptionally wonderful package. The timing of its appearance, the message on it—the wording was odd, not without his noticing it. And that's why he didn't call the police to deal with it immediately.
"You still shouldn't touch things of unknown origin." He said calmly, "Have you forgotten what your mother taught you?"
Yu Xiaorong's eyebrows shot up behind the mask. "Your mother" has always been a powerful threat to her, but at the same time it is also very easy to annoy her. She took off her airtight mask, stared at Luo Binhan and asked, "Then what are you going to do?"
"Um...call the police?"
This was of course the standard answer Yu Qingshu taught them, so Yu Xiaorong said nothing and could only stand there unhappily waiting for him to take action. But Luo Binhan did not immediately go to the phone cabinet in the corridor on the second floor, but continued to look at each other with her.
"Forgot your number?" she asked sarcastically, "Did you change the new police phone number?"
"No." Luo Binhan said, "Uh... how about you go call the police? I can't understand anything in German."
"Then say it in English."
"You might run into someone who doesn't understand English. We don't have time to talk nonsense with the operator. You go upstairs and make a call. I'll wait here."
Yu Xiaorong's eyes narrowed quickly, "You want to open it yourself while I'm walking away?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Luo Binhan scolded with a straight face.
"You are."
"I want to prevent you from opening that package while I'm upstairs. That's what you're going to do."
They began to fight with their eyes again, trying to use their momentum to prove that the other party had evil intentions. Luo Binhan tried his best to look suspicious of the other party, but he never mentioned that his cell phone was in his pocket at the moment. Yu Xiaorong was still wearing pajamas at the moment, and she had obviously forgotten her mobile phone in the bedroom. He didn't dare to mention this matter, lest Yu Xiaorong think of his mobile phone.
"Go make a phone call quickly," he urged again.
"You are the one who wants to call the police."
"This package was sent to me." Luo Binhan changed his tactics, "I have the right to decide how to deal with it."
Yu Xiaorong began to cross her arms across her chest, imitating her mother's gesture of criticizing case materials: "Who said this was for you? The recipient written on the mask sheet is 'Mr. Nemo'."
"At least it's for a man, right? And there's a message in Chinese - 'Giving to those who return home'. Of course it's for me. I just remembered that I told a few friends two days ago that I was coming Here, maybe they wanted to play a joke on me. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been delivered at exactly this time, right?"
"Which friends?" Yu Xiaorong asked slowly.
"You don't know them. They're a very poor and boring bunch."
"Can you at least name it?"
Luo Binhan was stuck for a few seconds. "Zhou Yu." He instinctively betrayed the most familiar and recently seen names, "Luo Jiayang, Zhang Shunming, Nan Yunqiong... in short, you don't know any of them."
"And they have the ability to send fake express delivery here?"
"It's all about making a long-distance call!" Luo Binhan said. "Find the phone numbers of restaurants and bakeries near us online, tell them to play a prank on an acquaintance, and add an extra tip. It couldn't be easier."
"Don't you think there's a poisonous snake inside now?"
"I'm just saying a possibility." Luo Binhan declared, "Whether it's a joke or not, I have to deal with this thing. You can't open it."
Yu Xiaorong stood there with a thoughtful look on his face.
"If this is for you," she asked, "why bother writing a message in German underneath?"
The German message - written just above the Chinese - did not tell them any more information. It had the same meaning as the Chinese message Luo Binhan saw, unless Yu Xiaorong did not translate it honestly. And it was indeed a mystery: anyone who wanted to leave him a message would never think of doing it in German, either knowing that he couldn't understand a few words or having no idea what German was.
"I didn't think about it," he admitted. "It's quite strange. Maybe it's to show you that this package is for me."
"Maybe it's for the two of us." Yu Xiaorong said.
"Why do you think so?"
"It's for people returning home." Yu Xiaorong pointed out.
For a while, Luo Binhan didn't quite understand what she wanted to explain, and Yu Xiaorong actually seemed a little hesitant, as if he didn't want to explain more clearly. This kind of performance was really rare for her, so Luo Binhan suddenly realized: Strictly speaking, Regenberg was not his hometown, but Yu Xiaorong's. If he returned to Lihai City from Africa, it would be considered a "homecoming", but going from Lihai City to Regenberg, thousands of miles away, would not be relevant at all. The person who really returned home was Yu Xiaorong, who returned to her home from her vacation spot.
Luo Binhan didn't feel stung by this fact. He had already accepted the fact many years ago. But there was something he couldn't explain to Yu Xiaofeng: indeed, from the perspective of locals like them, Regenberg was not his home, but if viewed from tens of billions of light years away or from other star layers, Come, some foreign guests may feel that the entire galaxy is their home. No matter how insignificant he is in this overly large hometown. But even so, who would specially send him a package? All the strangers he was familiar with had left. Momolo is still there, but secretly avoiding him. It's impossible for this Yongguang clan to understand how to send a package to No. 15 Anemone Road, let alone a fake courier with forged documents. He couldn't think of anyone who could do that...really?
Someone suddenly popped into his mind. He hadn't thought of it before because he had never seen her before, but he did know that she was nearby - Chen Wei had an apprentice around here, didn't he? The apprentice would certainly know where he was coming from, and it would not be difficult at all to deliver an anonymous package to a neighbor's door. This was not the kind of joke Chen Wei would make, but no one said her apprentice couldn't be a humorous person. Maybe she was waiting for him to come and inquire.
"Who lives around us?" He asked Yu Xiaorong, "Are they all the same old neighbors?"
Yu Xiaorong glared at him: "Do you suspect it's a neighbor's prank?"
Luo Binhan wanted to habitually deny her speculations. It had almost become his instinct to deny all Yu Xiaorong's doubts about him. But this time he overcame his guilty conscience and said mysteriously: "Is it possible? I found that the garden of the house in front of our yard has changed a lot."
"Old Gerges' family has moved away."
"Then who lives now?"
"Anti-Pierre. She is a music teacher and lives alone."
"Oh." Luo Binhan said, "How is her relationship with you?"
Yu Xiaorong began to look at him like an observer again. Luo Binhan was wary of her demeanor. This little girl always liked to show that she knew a lot, but she couldn't really know. She just likes to create some false and true doubts.
"My mother wanted her to teach me the piano," she said.
"But you didn't learn."
"I didn't learn." Yu Xiaorong said impatiently, "I thought I would buy a concert ticket when I heard the piano playing."
"You don't. You can't sit on the bench for ten minutes with your ass on."
"Do you still want to know more about Anti-Pierre?"
Luo Binhan bowed his head respectfully and asked her to continue.
"She has a speech impediment, but her hearing is fine. She has a bit of a weird temper and has a good relationship with us. My mother likes her very much, but she rarely takes the initiative to interact with others."
Luo Binhan noticed that she frowned.
"Does she teach in the school here?" he asked, feigning interest.
"I don't think so. She doesn't go out much."
"So, she doesn't go out much but has an income." Luo Binhan deliberately asked in an emphatic tone, "What do the neighbors think of this?"
"I don't know." Yu Xiaorong said. But the tone of her voice suggested that she should have known better, and that something about it didn't please her very much. Gossip has always been a characteristic of acquaintance communities. There is never a shortage of gossip, and it is never limited to pleasant words.
Luo Binhan knew that Yu Xiaorong didn't like this very much, and this thing often made Luo Binhan find it very strange: Yu Xiaorong himself was a particularly good at spying, but for those really common secrets, like naked people hidden in the closet, Lovers, cash hidden in unknown holiday packages, or matches with nightclub labels found in a married person's car...such things do not interest her. His sister was like some kind of wild beast, a wolf wandering in the woods at night, always smelling blood from the wind in all directions. She seemed to lack curiosity about people's ugly private lives that could not be seen in the light, just like a wolf who doesn't care what color underwear a person wears - he quickly put this terrible thought out of his head.
He pretended to be thoughtful: "This Ante Pierre usually doesn't have any particularly close friends? The kind who will give her financial assistance?"
"She rejected all men who wanted to pursue her, unless you were hinting at mom." Yu Xiaorong said coldly, "Mom sometimes invites Miss Pierre to her house for dinner. This is the easiest invitation for her to accept."
"Does she come often?
"Mom will come when she invites you."
"So, your mother also likes her?"
"She just wanted to find someone to keep an eye on me." Yu Xiaorong said reluctantly, "Anti-Pierre's house is located so it's easy to see what's going on here."
Luo Binhan let out a long "Oh" sound, showing great interest. In his mind, he was wondering who made this arrangement. Antique Pierre, Chen Wei's apprentice, happened to live in the house opposite Yu Xiaorong, and naturally gained Yu Qingshu's trust. The latter may just be a coincidence, but the former requires a lot of effort. Chen Wei said these were arranged by Jing Huang. is it possible? He taught Jing Huang how to order takeout. He thought it was probably Faq who did it.
"Let's go meet her," he suggested.
"Now?"
"Now. I also brought some more souvenirs."
He could see that Yu Xiaorong was surprised by this suggestion. She glanced at the package on the table with confusion, but when she spoke her voice still sounded unquestionable: "Ms. Pierre will not send this. She doesn't like to joke."
"But we can still go over and see her and ask her if she saw anything this morning. After all, her house has the best view."
"We can't go over there with this thing."
"Just leave it on the table. Since you don't think it's a bomb here, we'd better not touch it - you won't touch it, and neither will I. Let's first ask the good neighbor if he's looking. What's up? Is that fair enough?"
Yu Xiaorong still wanted to protest, but Luo Binhan had already started pushing her towards her temporary room to find some souvenirs given when she visited her neighbors. Now Yu Xiaorong is much taller than before, only half a head shorter than him. She was also very strong, and Luo Binhan could feel her pushing his shoulders hard, trying to drag him into the living room. Of course he couldn't really push her with all his strength, but he was just a little confused as to why she didn't want to see Anti-Pierre so much.
"What's wrong?" he asked in confusion, "Why don't you let me go?"
"She doesn't know you." Yu Xiaorong said, biting her lip, and then added, "She doesn't like strange men visiting. The men in the community have disturbed her enough."
"So it's up to you, Velvet. She will definitely welcome you to visit her."
"I'm not going to introduce you to pretty girls."
"I didn't think about that." Luo Binhan said seriously, "I just wanted to say hello to my neighbors."
"You never went to say hello to the Meyers."
"That's because your mother told me not to go. She said that if I get carried away and get involved with an underage girl, I will definitely be the unlucky one when I go to court...Who is that person outside the window?"
Yu Xiaorong turned to look out the window. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo Binhan sneaked into the guest room and took out a small blue satin box from the suitcase. He heard Yu Xiaorong yelling angrily behind him, and couldn't help but have a proud smile on his face. Then his neck was strangled, and Yu Xiaorong said viciously in his ear: "This trick is too outdated!"
"But it's still useful!" Luo Binhan announced with difficulty but still proudly. He received another kick on the calf.
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