The street performance did not continue forever—soon, the crowd gradually dispersed, and it was already nine in the evening.
Cheng Yiran began packing up the tools around him. He was not performing alone; there were also several new friends he had met by chance at a rock bar after arriving in the Fog City.
"Thanks so much, Will, for being willing to come out and go wild with me." Cheng Yiran walked over to Will, who was packing up the amplifiers.
"No need to thank me. It's not like there's anything to do at night anyway." Will smiled.
"Did the police come looking for you again today?" Cheng Yiran asked casually.
Because of Will's phone call last night, he had reported it to the police, and the police had later gone to the Social Work Center. After making an audio recording at the scene and submitting some identification information, he had returned to the dormitory at the music academy.
"No." Will shook his head, puzzled. "Those guys haven't come back either... It's strange. I called the Police Station later to ask, and they seemed completely unconcerned about their own business. They were even a little perfunctory with me..."
"What about those guys who were arresting people?"
Will still shook his head. "They haven't shown up yet."
"I see..." Cheng Yiran nodded. "You should still be careful. Where are you going next? Want to sit at a music bar for a while? We can call the others."
Cheng Yiran looked at Will's companions. They were members of Will's punk band, as well as his coworkers at the Social Work Center.
"No, I still have to go back to the center later... Things got a little messy last night, and some places haven't been tidied up yet."
"Then I'll go help too."