"Pretty lucky?"
Shen Ying raised an eyebrow and extended her senses along Lu Zheng's perception.
"Nothing... Huh, there are several people gathered outside the entrance, watching the departing audience. They look a bit like... police?"
Shen Ying asked curiously, "What are they doing? Is there a criminal among the audience?"
"Exactly." Lu Zheng smiled. "Heavenly King Zhang's concerts have already caught several dozen long-time fugitives. I'd always wanted to run into it once. Didn't expect my luck to be this good today."
"Long-time fugitives..." Shen Ying was speechless. "Why would fugitives come to a concert?"
Lu Zheng shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe this is true love."
Hand in hand, Lu Zheng and Shen Ying were already nearing the exit. Through the stream of people, they could even see the plainclothes officers near the main entrance.
"How can they be sure the fugitive will leave through this exit?" Shen Ying asked.
"Maybe they know the seat number of the ticket the fugitive bought online," Lu Zheng said.
They had not transmitted their words privately, so those words also reached the ears of the people nearby.
Though there was no lead-in or follow-up, the meaning had already been made perfectly clear.
There were police at the entrance! They were lying in wait for a fugitive!
All of a sudden, a man to their left front halted. Instinctively slowing his pace, he raised his head and looked outside.
Then he saw several seemingly ordinary men, and his pupils instantly contracted.
He wanted to turn back.
But everyone was leaving at the moment, packed tightly together. There was simply no room or opportunity to go back. Thus, although the middle-aged man instinctively slowed his steps, he still found himself involuntarily edging forward.
Soon, he too reached the exit—and happened to be right beside Lu Zheng.