The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 143 - : 143: Sweet Memories, Behind the Scenes Emergence (First Update

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Chapter 143: 143: Sweet Memories, Behind the Scenes Emergence (First Update

Qiao Nanchu’s place had a special room for her, but ever since she became aware of the proprieties between men and women, she never stayed over again. The room still looked the same, with an old-fashioned phonograph on the balcony table and neatly stacked records beside it.

He had once given her a portable music player. It seemed like he never minded whether she could hear it or not. He didn’t deliberately avoid the subject, and he even learned sign language only to tell her after he had mastered it.

He said he learned it casually.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

Qiao Nanchu: “I’m outside the door.”

She couldn’t hear the knocking, so he always texted her.

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She replied, “You can come in.”

The door was unlocked, and Qiao Nanchu entered with a bag, “Why are you standing?”

She had been standing all this time, next to the sofa, her gaze shy and embarrassed, and she signed, “Afraid I’ll dirty the sofa.”

Silly!

“If it gets dirty, we’ll wash it.” He carried the black plastic bag over, tossed it on the sofa, “Go freshen up first.” After setting things down, he went out again.

Wen Baiyang looked at the contents of the bag, her face burning hot.

He had bought quite a big bagful…

After she freshened up and came out, he was no longer in the living room; only the kitchen light was on. She went to turn off the light and saw a glass of milk on the dining table.

It was warm.

The first time she got her period, he seemed embarrassed too, awkwardly placed a sanitary pad down, slammed the door, and left. Then in the evening, he brought over a book on female physiology; he put the book down and didn’t stay for a minute before leaving. She thought he had returned home, but when she got up in the middle of the night, she discovered he was still in the living room.

He was playing “Animal World” on the computer.

Seeing her come out, he asked, “Need something?”

Back then, she didn’t know lip reading, and he didn’t know sign language.

He closed “Animal World” and wrote on the computer: “Go lie down.”

Another line read: “Need anything?”

She went to get a pen and paper: “I want to drink water.”

He got up to pour her some.

“Pain?” he pointed to her belly.

She held her abdomen and nodded.

He turned on the light to see her face clearly, which was deathly pale. Clueless about girl stuff, he bluntly said, “Change your clothes, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

She shook her head.

“Then go back to your room, I’ll go buy you medicine.”

She still shook her head.

He was young then, impatient and restless, he scribbled a few emotionally charged big characters: “Then what do you want me to do?”

Taking the pen, she wrote beside his flamboyant characters, a few small, neat, and elegant words: “I’m fine.”

Fine, scaring whom with that pale face?

He grabbed an A4 paper and filled a whole page with two characters: “Lie down.”

So, she lied down, on the sofa.

He hesitated for a long time but still went over, squatted beside her, stretched out his hand, and placed it on her lower abdomen, rubbing without much gentleness.

She stiffened, about to sit up.

He held her down: “Don’t move.”

He continued to rub, still roughly, his face full of impatience. Gradually, his movements became gentler.

Wen Baiyang had known since then that he was a man with a tough exterior but a tender heart.

The next morning, just seven o’clock, Qiao Nanchu had just gotten up and didn’t see her anywhere; she had left, leaving behind a table full of breakfast. After breakfast, he went directly to the Drug Enforcement Team.

The ones arrested last night were still being interrogated.

“Our FOR is a legitimate company,” Ah Win said with a straight face, clearly experienced, “just running errands, nothing illegal, officer.”

Xiao Zhao scoffed, “Nothing illegal? You guys are drug trafficking.”

His arm was dislocated, just fixed, still swollen, “You wrong us, we are just errand runners for the employers, whatever the employers do, we don’t know. We just sent a location for the employer, nothing else.” He leaned forward on the table, lifting his bruised face, “Look at this injury on my face; it was caused by that guy.”

And on his shoulder.

It was that lunatic who stabbed him.

“All employees of FOR are injured,” he touched the scar at his forehead, “we are also victims.”

They couldn’t get much out of the interrogation, there was no direct criminal evidence, and this gang wouldn’t be detained for long.

And there was that little errand runner for Black Impermanence…

Xiao He was nearly driven mad by the interrogation, “I’m asking you one more time, who sent you to Jingming Road?”

Wang Dahai still didn’t change his statement, maintaining it consistently, “It was Lord Black Impermanence.”

Xiao He slammed his cup down hard, “You think this is a joke?”

Wang Dahai immediately shook his head, his expression earnest, desperately trying to explain, his face turning red, “Officer Sir, I’m not lying. It really was Lord Black Impermanence.”

Was he brainwashed?

“So, tell me, how did Lord Black Impermanence find you? And how did he assign you tasks?”

Wang Dahai recounted every detail truthfully, “Lord Black Impermanence came directly to my shop, appearing and disappearing mysteriously.”

Xiao He asked, “Is there surveillance in the shop?”

“The camera was not working.” Wang Dahai recalled carefully, very sure, “It broke as soon as Lord Black Impermanence arrived, definitely her doing some kind of sorcery.”

“…”

Was this guy cursed? Talking like some charlatan.

Xiao He slammed the table, “Don’t spout nonsense, keep talking.”

Wang Dahai felt wronged; he wasn’t spouting nonsense, he was telling the truth, “She came to my shop, bought a bag, and some AD calcium milk, then she told me, I had a special bone structure, able to see Lord Ghost Messenger.”

Xiao He couldn’t help but want to laugh, “You believed that?” Surely, this was a fool.

“At first, I didn’t believe either, but Lord Black Impermanence has magic.”

“One Lord Black Impermanence after another.”

Xiao He really wanted to know what kind of deity this was, “What magic does she possess?”

At this point, Wang Dahai showed a fearful expression, “She can fly, just swoosh and she appears right in front of me.” The officer across him tried not to laugh, clearly disbelieving his words. He insisted even more adamantly, “And I have evidence. The chandelier in our shop was spoiled by her magic. She might have three heads and six arms, but I didn’t dare to look.”

He even said she had three heads and six arms.

Fool!

“What does this Lord Black Impermanence look like?”

“Looks,” Wang Dahai thought about his words, “dark and slippery.”

Xiao He: “…”

In the next interrogation room, Vice Captain Yan from the Drug Enforcement Team was also interrogating someone. The suspect’s personal information had just been retrieved that morning, and she was a white-collar worker at a foreign trade company.

Gender: Female.

Age: 30.

Place of Origin…

Her details were typical, nothing unusual. Vice Captain Yan set aside the information, “Zhang Tong?”

The woman across him lifted her head.

She wore a white women’s suit with apricot high heels, long hair, and cherry lips, very beautiful.

She seemed like a strong woman. Vice Captain Yan removed his pen cap, “Go ahead.”

“Speak about what?”

She was expressionless, calm and composed.

Vice Captain Yan, who had been a narcotics officer for many years, was somewhat accurate in judging people. This woman was a tough character. He wasn’t in a hurry and slowly continued the interrogation, “Everything, including the evidence, has been captured. Now tell me what?”

She responded with an ‘Oh,’ admitting, “I did it.” She spoke evenly from start to finish, “The drugs were trafficked by me, and I hired the professional errand runner.”

She had an injury on her head.

Yesterday, when Zhou Xufang was interrogating, Jiang Zhi had smashed it directly.

Useless, this woman was tough to crack.

Vice Captain Yan asked, “Why did you hire Z?”

“What else but to help me deliver the goods?”

Nonsense!

Vice Captain Yan stared into her eyes, “She helps you deliver the goods, yet you have someone send her location to the police station. What, do you want to have a gang infight, or is your life too tough for you?”

Zhang Tong stayed silent, not opening her mouth.

Vice Captain Yan tossed his pen, “Not talking?”

She continued her silence, not moving her eyes at all, totally emotionless.

“Do you know the amount you trafficked could lead to the death penalty?” When the hard approach didn’t work, Vice Captain Yan softened, “If you can disclose your intentions and your contact above you, sentencing could be adjusted.”

Zhang Tong still wore that same expression, looking up, “Go ahead, just give me the death penalty.”

Vice Captain Yan: “…”

Next door in the surveillance room.

Captain Xiao shook his head, “This woman, we probably can’t pry her mouth open.”

Qiao Nanchu murmured, “A desperado, not afraid to die.”

Originally, they had hoped to follow the trail and expose the gang, but it seemed like a long road lay ahead.

Captain Xiao touched his balding head, “I thought about it all last night,” he figured out, “The one who delivered this Ms. Zhang to us was the professional errand runner Z, right?”

Qiao Nanchu nonchalantly, “On what basis?”

“Dark and slippery, mysterious, and capable of anything.” Captain Xiao laughed, his face full of wrinkles, “Doesn’t that describe professional errand runner Z?”

Qiao Nanchu made no comment.

Captain Xiao grew more curious about this professional errand runner, “Haven’t your Criminal Intelligence Department been investigating her for a long time? What kind of person is she? She doesn’t seem like someone who’s exceptionally evil.”

If she were truly wicked, just delivering Ms. Zhang would have been enough. That cargo would have been worth quite a lot of money.

Qiao Nanchu answered somewhat off-topic, airily conveying another matter, “The Criminal Investigation Team solved a gold shop robbery last month.”

Why bring this up?

“I know about that. They said a tipper provided crucial information that cracked the case.”

Qiao Nanchu, “It was her who reported it.”

Captain Xiao: “…”

That case had seen three deaths and five perpetrators. After committing the crime, the criminals didn’t rush to sell off the loot but hid it for a while before returning to their hometowns. As gold is too conspicuous, they didn’t carry it on their person. They hired the professional errand runner to transport the gold.

This, after moving the gold, she tipped off the authorities?

“If you must categorize her,” Qiao Nanchu reflected, “she’s someone who wouldn’t complicate things for the police.”

Upon hearing this, Captain Xiao became even more curious, “So she is both righteous and wicked.” There was something he didn’t understand, “How did she get targeted by that venomous gang? This incident feels like it was intended to set her up.”

“If it was just to mess with her, they wouldn’t necessarily need to involve the Drug Enforcement Team.”

Captain Xiao felt a foreboding sense in his twitching eyelid, “What does that mean?”

Qiao Nanchu inquired, “Has Zihao returned to the team?”

0893, Jiao Zihao, their colleague.

Captain Xiao’s expression suddenly grew serious, “Not yet.”

“Then, it’s probably more likely to be bad than good.”

Messing with the professional errand runner Z was just one of their goals. They also aimed to target the police’s undercover agents.

Captain Xiao clenched his teeth, his eyes reddening, “This gang of venomous rats!”

Outside, the music of the orchestra was melodious. Among the pleasure-seeking spots in the Imperial City, Fusheng Inn was the most elegant.

The private room was decorated in an antique style, with a screen made of nanmu, painted with falling plums.

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Luo Qinghe sat cross-legged on a silk cushion, brewing a pot of fine tea. She sniffed lightly, “Zhang Tong.” Without lifting her head, she added fire to the brew, “Her name’s Zhang Tong, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Across the table, the woman lay lazily, her hair casually spread out, set against the embroidered fabric of the soft cushion.