Chapter 634: Chapter 633: Contains 200,000

"Withdrawal slip? The information on the withdrawal slip?"

Li Yang nodded and took out the withdrawal slip that he had stored together with the "cash".

Shen Zhousong immediately noticed something else in his pocket and pointed it out: "What’s left in your bag?"

"Oh, this? It’s the local currency."

He took out a whole roll of paper strips and shared them with everyone.

"I found it at the bank, scattered all over the place. I thought, even though it looks quite different from cash, it might just be the local currency here, so I brought a few thousand back."

Mu Qiu picked up the three or four pieces of "cash" given to her and glanced at them. The roughly cut paper strips had a bold capital 100 yuan printed on them.

"... So perfunctory, so sloppy."

Isn’t this like a child’s pretend play in kindergarten?

Guan Yu pushed back the few pieces that were handed to her: "Forget it, calling this the local currency—I’d rather get stuff for free than use this. Where’s the withdrawal slip? Let us have a look at it."

Li Yang didn’t mind, gathering back the sheets they weren’t interested in, rolled them up, and stuffed them back into his pocket.

"Withdrawal slip, here. This is Sister Shu Ran’s withdrawal slip, the withdrawal time was three days ago at 10 a.m., and the amount was two thousand yuan."

Shu Ran, when mentioned, made a puzzled sound and took the slip to examine it.

It indeed had her name on it.

The production team had good Photoshop skills; it looked quite realistic.

"So you’re saying, Shu Ran, that the moment the apocalypse hit, you first went to the ATM to withdraw two thousand yuan?" Guan Yu contemplated while twirling her sunglasses.

"In the apocalypse, instead of panicking or questioning things, you just went straight to the ATM to withdraw money.

Even if you wanted to withdraw all your money at that time, it couldn’t have been just two thousand... are you really that poor?"

Shu Ran continued to stare at the slip: "I didn’t realize I was this poor. The clues I found at the bank counter’s workspace clearly indicated I was living quite well."

"You found clues too? What kind?"

Shu Ran took out a wallet from her pocket.

"My name was written on that workspace, and beside the note-counting machine, this wallet was there, containing three cards, each with two hundred thousand in it."

"?" Mu Qiu furrowed her brows, "How do you know each card has two hundred thousand? Are the ATMs still working?"

"No."

She lifted the three cards, revealing small pieces of paper attached with clear tape, which read—

"[Contains two hundred thousand]"

The clues left by the production team were consistently shoddy and careless.

No wonder she wasn’t surprised when she saw Li Yang’s "local currency" earlier.

Cheng Zhirang took a card and examined it repeatedly.

"If you really had this six hundred thousand, you could be considered quite the middle-class woman. But where did your six hundred thousand come from?"

Shu Ran shook her head: "All I know is this character profile says unmarried, but likely has a boyfriend. There’s a photo in the wallet of holding an unknown man’s hand."

She took out the photo to show everyone.

It was the popular hand-holding travel photo, with the man not in the frame, just a hand appearing at the bottom.

It looked like the boyfriend was taking a picture while holding Shu Ran’s hand.

The face of "Shu Ran" looked rather odd, holding a box of fried rice.

Zhao Yu leaned in for a look and, with the Photoshop skills gained over years of being a fan, commented sharply:

"Whoever Photoshopped this, the head doesn’t even look at the camera, and half of the neck is covered."

A casually found hand-holding travel photo used as the base, with Shu Ran’s head Photoshopped on it, was a common practice. But the Photoshop job was quite careless, making "Shu Ran" look distorted.

Li Yang covered his mouth, stifling laughter, but couldn’t help quipping: "Sister Shu Ran, it looks like your head got attached onto a white shirt... I’ll shut up now."

Shu Ran withdrew her raised hand and glared at him threateningly.

This photo obviously looked strange and unattractive; she had noticed it instantly and even complained to the staff about the bad Photoshop job.

However, considering that the head Photoshopped onto it was perfect and especially well-made side profile makeup, she eventually didn’t raise any more issues.

"That box of fried rice seems odd," Cheng Zhirang pointed at the photo.

Everyone leaned in to have a close look at the picture.

Shen Zhousong: "Sanliang Fast Food Restaurant."

Li Yang: "Isn’t that the name of the fast-food place, Sanliang?"

He ran outside to check the sign at the door and returned surprisingly: "It really is!"

Mu Qiu lazily pointed sideways: "There’s a menu on the wall there, we can see it."

"......" Why didn’t you say so earlier!

Shu Ran compared the restaurant name and fried rice option on the wall’s menu with those in the photo, frowning as she asked:

"So, I bought fried rice here and went elsewhere with my boyfriend to take photos? But what does that count as a clue? I can’t decipher any information from it."

"It shows that you have a boyfriend and you like coming here for fried rice," Guan Yu said.

"Then where’s this boyfriend? Where did he go?"

Did he die when the apocalypse struck, or is he hiding among them without even knowing his identity?

Everyone shook their heads.

Mu Qiu habitually summarized: "So now you have an unidentified boyfriend and three cards with twenty thousand. Oh no, you should only have fifty-nine thousand eight hundred left. In summary, you’re a wealthy lady who’s not single."

Shu Ran puffed her chest and raised her head.

She liked this persona and identity; it was quite nice.

Li Yang’s clues led to Shu Ran’s revelations, though the specific significance was still unclear.

However, since they discussed it together, they subconsciously skipped over Shu Ran’s other narratives and jumped directly to Cheng Zhirang and Shen Zhousong.

She still looked down at the photo, deeply puzzled, without much other expression.

Those skilled in observing others’ expressions took the transition in conversation as a chance to scrutinize everyone else.

Their gazes passed smoothly over Shu Ran without lingering.

"My experience with Shen Zhousong is also quite simple. After you all left, we strolled along the street for a while and discovered snacks in the car involved in a car accident at the street corner.

After that, Shen Zhousong and I split up, placing snacks in different spots. We initially wanted to disguise it so that you would think it was placed by the production team. Unfortunately, you still figured it out."

Shen Zhousong nodded along with what he was saying: "While placing the last bit of snacks in the fruit shop, I heard an electronic voice prompt that the third card was activated.

So, I hid inside for about five minutes without moving, and when no physical monster appeared or heard any of your screams, I retraced my steps and hid back in the museum."