Lying in wait is often a lot like fishing.
Duanmu Huai hated that most of all.
Because if something was like fishing, then its results would be like fishing too.
Just like now, he sat alone on a bench in the plaza outside the station, head lowered as he stared at his phone. He looked just like a fisherman gazing blankly at a motionless fishing rod.
It was almost midnight. The lively plaza outside the station had already grown deserted, with barely anyone in sight. Only Duanmu Huai sat silently on the bench, listlessly scrolling through his phone.
Following Shionji Yuko's suggestion, Duanmu Huai had gone out for another look around after dinner. In fact, more people could indeed be found at night, and Duanmu Huai had successfully made contact with several of them. However, after they agreed to meet, he never heard from them again. When the appointed time came, no one showed up, and when he sent them messages through the app, he discovered that he had been blocked...
Sigh, life is as lonely as snow.
Forget it. I should go home.
Duanmu Huai silently patted down his clothes, then was about to stand up and leave. Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from not far away.
"Ah, hello, uncle."
"Hm?"
Duanmu Huai turned his head and saw a girl standing some distance away, curiously watching him. Her hair was dyed brown, naturally curly, and shoulder-length. She was dressed in a rather fashionable way—or at least, it seemed fashionable. Duanmu Huai knew nothing about women's trends, but judging from the bizarre skirt she wore, ordinary people probably wouldn't dress that way unless it was in fashion.
But here was the question: who was she?
Duanmu Huai deliberately glanced at the app. He hadn't arranged to meet anyone.