Chen Ting paused.
Although she was mentally prepared, what did this mean? Not only was she a girl in a massage parlor, but she had also recently hooked up with a wealthy man with a family?
No wonder these people are full of vitriol.
"Okay, okay, Sister Li, why are you arguing with a little girl like her? Calm down your anger. It's our own bodies that are hurt by anger. We can't do anything wrong."
"Just watch." The woman in the purple skirt sneered, "In less than a month, that bitch Chen Ting will be played to pieces and thrown aside!"
When the woman in the yellow dress heard this, her eyes flashed slightly, but she still calmly offered words of comfort.
It's just that the more she persuaded, the more fierce the other party scolded her.
Chen Ting, who was crawling on the wall, fine-tuned her posture and felt much more comfortable, and began to sort out the clues in her mind.
Generally speaking, in this kind of immersive deduction type dungeon, the game will set up reasonable motivations for the players. Perhaps the golden son-in-law they call is the reason why "Chen Ting" goes to the Life Barber Shop.
As the night progressed, the massage parlor welcomed a few customers, and the laughter kept coming.
Chen Ting took advantage of the emptiness and slipped in. Apart from the occupied rooms, there was only one room left, with a name written on a small wooden sign hanging at the door.
Amy.
Chen Ting quietly opened the door a crack and observed the situation in the room.
nobody.
Turning the handle of the room next to her twice, Chen Ting quickly stepped into the room. The moment the door closed, the door of the next room also opened.
"Brother Wang will come again next time."
"Definitely, you little goblin!"
Chen Ting put her ear against the door, and when she heard the two voices gradually fading away, she breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door, and started rummaging around the house.
Unlike other rooms, except for the bed, the table was not piled with messy things. Instead, there were many books.
The whole room was relatively clean, there was no pungent fragrance, and there was only the residual smell of soap on the sheets.
Chen Ting looked at the books on the table. They were all English reference books, with two familiar words written on the covers.
Chen Ting.
This is her room.
Chen Ting was thoughtful.
It seems that she is teaching herself English.
When a massage girl learns English that she never uses at ordinary times, is she really thirsty for knowledge and diligent in learning, or is it for something else?
While she was thinking about it, a locked drawer caught Chen Ting's attention.
After violently breaking the lock, she found a bankbook and a PHS phone inside.
The records in the passbook show that Chen Ting deposits money into it every month, but the amount is not large. Until the past two months, two large deposits came in, which was more than the total money Chen Ting had saved before.
Chen Ting opened the PHS, clicked on the text message, and kept scrolling back in time until two months ago, she found a text message with the note "Mr. Chen".
【are you free tonight? Treat you to a meal. 】
An ambiguous and thought-provoking message, Chen Ting pursed her lips and continued to scroll back. As expected, starting from that message, the two began to chat and exchange messages frequently.
The chat was very extensive, and she could feel that the two of them were trying to flirt with each other, but no one broke the window.
Chen Ting played with her PHS, thoughtfully.
Judging from the content of the chat, Mr. Chen was either rich or noble, and spent a lot of money. The knowledge revealed in his words did not seem to be fake. Chen Ting also found the corresponding book on the table based on the chat records between the two.
It is filled with notes drawn in circles with a pen.
It can be seen that "she" is extremely interested in Mr. Chen.
Chen Ting squinted her eyes and was thinking about whether to send a message to ask the other party out, when Mr. Chen's call came first.
The woman cautiously answered the phone.
The male voice on the receiver was gentle and pleasant.
"Ms. Chen, I'm Chen Xu. Are you free tomorrow morning?"
…
…
Feitian Internet Cafe.
The landline at the front desk rang, and the person who was sleeping on the table was woken up. Next to him, the person leaning on the back of the chair, with his head tilted forward, was still sleeping soundly, without being affected at all.
Kick him skillfully backwards and answer the phone.
"Hello, Feitian Internet Cafe."
"Backwards, it's me."
His eyes flashed back: "Sister Ting?"
"Well, there's something unexpected tomorrow. I can't go to the meeting in the morning. Please help me take a look."
The young man's expression suddenly became solemn: "What happened?"
"Nothing, just a small situation, please help take care of it." Chen Ting curled her fingers casually, "Is your brother okay? Did you find anything over there?"
"It's okay for now, Sister Ting. I suspect this is Yun'an Road thirty years ago."
"Well, I guessed it too. Anyway, don't act rashly. There's no need to go to the barber shop for now. Wait for my news."
"good."
He hung up the phone and looked back at the young man who was still fighting passionately in the Internet cafe, frowning slightly.
He always felt that the progress of this copy was a bit too calm now.
…
…
The next morning.
The first ray of sunlight filtered into the barber shop through the glass window and slanted on the sofa.
The brightness in front of her eyes made the girl frown.
Several sounds floated into her ears from afar.
"I wonder what happened to that guy."
"Heh, the whole store, even after cleaning it, I didn't sleep all night."
"Who wants her to come in as an apprentice at this juncture? She will hit the muzzle of No. 1 gun."
"Isn't No. 1 a bit of a loser? He's just an apprentice. How can the boss choose a newbie to be the deputy store manager?"
"How do we know the boss's selection criteria? Didn't there be one the year before last? Then he disappeared inexplicably."
…
Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Jiang Jiu slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the change in light for a while.
Her eyes lightly swept over the scene outside the store.
The thick fog surrounding the outside has dissipated, and the Shengsheng Barber Shop has once again transformed into the barber shop that opened at the entrance of the market street. The shop is as clean and tidy as new, and even the sun light tubes hanging from the ceiling have been wiped clean and spotless.
These are all the fruits of a certain tentacle's hard work last night.
Jiang Jiu slowly sat up from the sofa, stretched, yawned, and was ready to face a new day.
Seeing the group of people suddenly appearing, Jiang Jiu raised a kind smile: "Good morning."
"..."
Everyone looked at her confused.
After looking at the clean house that looked like it had just been renovated, one of them said in disbelief: "You did all this?!"
"Are you still sleeping?"
"Yeah." Jiang Jiu paused, his tone a little regretful, "It's just that this sofa is too soft and it's not good for your back when you sleep on it."
"!!??"
Do you still have time to dwell on this?
"Who the hell is this person? She looks quite relaxed?"
"Haha, I would have believed it if I hadn't done this job before."
"What is this little girl's background?"
"It's over, it's over, No. 1 is going to be angry."
Several people were talking in low voices, while Jiang Jiu looked very calmly at No. 1, who was standing at the front. The man's face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were staring at her gloomily, as if he wanted to poke a hole in her body.
"Did you do all this?"
Jiang Jiu's face didn't turn red, and his heart didn't beat.
"yes."
(End of chapter)
