The Strange Arrival 7

Half an hour later, they arrived at the agreed location. Ye Zhao once again reminded the driver to come pick her up here promptly at five in the afternoon, then gave him several bills and told him to do as he pleased until then.

Ye Zhao sat in the same spot as yesterday, ordered a large fried chicken combo, propped her chin on her hand, and watched the overpass in the distance for the entire day.

"Miss, can I add you on X-Messenger?"

"Miss?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just really like you. Can I add you on WeChat?"

The skinny boy awkwardly sat down in the empty seat across from Ye Zhao, holding his phone in both hands and looking at her earnestly. Yet Ye Zhao did not so much as lift an eyelid. She even tilted her head and took a sip of cola, as though the person before her did not exist at all.

"Do you dislike me that much? Everyone ignores me—even you ignore me..."

The boy lowered his head in disappointment. "Waaah, why?"

"Bang!" The boy suddenly slammed the table, making it rattle loudly. His body shot up to three meters tall. "Why are you treating me like this?! Why?!"

"Is it because I'm not handsome enough?" He tore at his own face with both hands, ripping it into a bloody mess.

Ye Zhao: ...It was also her first time seeing someone literally tear their face to shreds.

She was speechless.

How was she supposed to know why?!

With him acting like this, she could not even eat her fries anymore!

Not listening, not listening, a turtle chanting scriptures.

Not looking, not looking, a turtle laying eggs.

The boy ghost went mad on the spot. After going mad, he started whimpering and crying again. It was simply endless.

Fortunately, at that moment, Ye Zhao finally saw a vagrant walk onto the overpass, lie down where he was, and begin knocking on a bowl.

Ye Zhao's heart leapt with joy. Was it him? Whatever, she would go take a look first.

Ignoring the boy ghost before her, she got up and left.

Watching Ye Zhao's receding back, the boy ghost's eyes turned dark and venomous. He even licked his lips.

Ye Zhao headed toward the overpass. As she drew nearer, she could hear the somewhat familiar words from her precognitive vision: "Have mercy, have mercy..."

Joy surged through her heart, and she nearly shed tears of emotion. Heaven truly rewarded those who persevered!

Closer. Scan.

The scanned items did not include the Bronze Mirror.

It was not there? How could it not be there?

Ye Zhao was full of question marks.

She checked the scanned items again.

[Clothes] [Pants] [Sneakers] [Belt] [Wig] [Food Bowl] [Disposable Chopsticks] [Blanket] [Sunglasses] [Watch]

They were all ordinary daily necessities. There really was no game item she had been hoping for.

She took out several hundred-yuan bills from her pocket and crouched beside the Beggar Player, trying to get a clear look at his face. But the Beggar Player's hair was thick and long, greasy as though it had never been washed in his life. His face was hidden beneath it, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Good sir, good ma'am, have mercy, have mercy~~"

Ye Zhao took out a hundred-yuan bill and tossed it into the food bowl. The Beggar Player did not react, so she threw in another hundred, then another. Since she tossed in so much money, the nearby stall owners watching the show were all astonished, looking at Ye Zhao as though she were a complete fool.

The Beggar Player apparently had not expected someone to come throw money at him, but he was extremely composed and continued pretending. That was until the girl's soft voice sounded beside his ear. "Thief, return the rose you stole from me yesterday. Otherwise, I'll make it impossible for you to get by here. I'll kill you, you know!"

Beggar Player: ??

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Ye Zhao gave a cold laugh. "Remember to change your shoes when you come out to beg."

The Beggar Player's shoes were exactly the same as those worn by the handsome young man she had encountered at the subway station last night. Besides, she had not scanned any game items on either of them. Today, the Beggar Player did not even have a single cent on him, much less any game items. She did not believe that any player would dare wander through a world crawling with monsters without carrying even the slightest means of self-defense.

Even someone as wealthy as her had to prepare and prepare again, think and think again before going out.

So this Beggar Player definitely had some other method of storing his belongings, one that prevented Ye Zhao's ability from Scanning them.

Therefore, this Beggar Player was definitely that con man from last night, and there was an extremely high chance that he was also the thief who had taken her rose!

"Return the rose to me, and we'll go our separate ways. All grudges will be wiped clean," Ye Zhao said. "Otherwise, there's no way this will end peacefully today."

The Beggar Player said softly, "Whatever falls to the ground belongs to whoever picks it up."

Ye Zhao said, "Can you be any more shameless?" Thinking of something, she laughed. "Then again, someone who scams money at subway stations every day probably has no face to lose."

The Beggar Player was not ashamed but proud. "I make my living with my skills. There's nothing shameful about that."

Ye Zhao: ...The last time she had been this speechless was the last time.

Ye Zhao said, "So what if you have a Spatial Ability? Do you think I won't know just because you hide your things?"

The Beggar Player, who had been keeping his eyes lowered and pretending to be blind, finally raised his head. His filthy face turned toward Ye Zhao, and killing intent flashed through his pitch-black eyes. Ye Zhao keenly sensed it. As if she would be afraid? She was a woman who could sleep under the same roof as monsters. That meant there was a little bit of madness in her too.

Ye Zhao smiled. "What, you want to kill me?"

Tu'an hadn't expected her senses to be so sharp that she could notice even that. He smiled as well. "How could I dare, sis? My secret was exposed, so I panicked a little."

Ye Zhao gave a dry laugh. As if she'd believe him.

No wonder the Lucky Compass had given it a fifty-percent probability. That fifty percent was probably the chance of whether she could recognize that handsome young man as the Beggar Player.

Recognize him or not recognize him—wasn't that exactly a fifty-percent chance?

She shook the pocket of her clothes, letting Tu'an see the pistol hidden beneath them. "Hand over the rose, now, or I'll kill you."

"You wouldn't. The order of this world is still operating. If you kill me, you'll be going to prison too." Tu'an was extremely confident. "Prison isn't like outside. If danger comes, there's nowhere to run."

"Someone as smart as you definitely wouldn't do something so thankless, right?"

Seeing that Tu'an would rather die than hand over the rose, Ye Zhao ground her teeth. Honestly, if he shamelessly refused to give it to her, there really wasn't much she could do.

She sat down where she was.

Before long, a Passerby Ghost came over, walking on tiptoe with no shadow beneath its feet. It stopped in front of Ye Zhao and Tu'an. Ye Zhao put on sunglasses and pretended not to see it, while Tu'an tapped his bowl and said, "Have mercy, have mercy~"

The Passerby Ghost remained standing there without moving.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The Passerby Ghost didn't move, Tu'an didn't move, and Ye Zhao didn't move either.

In the standoff, the Passerby Ghost stretched its oversized head over. "Say something. Why do you both stop talking the moment I show up?"

Ye Zhao remained expressionless, and Tu'an showed no reaction either.

Ye Zhao was waiting for Tu'an to use the Bronze Mirror to drive away the Passerby Ghost, but with Ye Zhao beside him, Tu'an didn't want to use the Bronze Mirror either.

This was really frustrating.

Ye Zhao suddenly raised her hand and slapped the wig off Tu'an's head. Tu'an felt a flash before his eyes, but his excellent reflexes kept him from looking up at Ye Zhao. He was only shocked internally that Ye Zhao was so fast that he hadn't even reacted in time.

Although he had already witnessed it yesterday, he was still startled by that speed now.

He immediately covered his head and said pitifully, "Sis, don't hit me, don't hit me. I'll give you all the money I begged for, all of it~~"

Ye Zhao: He couldn't be any more shameless. It would be a waste of that acting if he didn't win an Oscar.

Passerby Ghost: ?