The next morning, Xiao He and Ye Wanqing quietly renamed the "920 Rainstorm Incident" and prepared to act.
"How is it? Do you feel anything?" Ye Wanqing asked tentatively. Xiao He concentrated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I'm getting a feeling. It's not as strong as usual, but..."
This feeling differed somewhat from the one he had faced with the Typhoon. It was more like the state he had been in while solving "NP=P?"—there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and his intuition seemed to be guiding him somewhere.
"Not the Yellow River... the Yangtze River." Xiao He muttered, taking Ye Wanqing's hand and heading out. "Come on, let's go to the riverbank."
Once they had gathered their things, Xiao He had a general grasp of his abilities. Though he lacked a tough, powerful body, he could fly now. In other words, he possessed the essential elements needed to investigate an incident: mobility and intuition.
But they were acting privately today, so it would not be appropriate to fly around the city in Yinglong uniforms. Besides, that would be putting the cart before the horse. Bringing Wanqing out to have fun was the real objective; the investigation was merely incidental.
Ye Wanqing wore a fitted T-shirt today, with an unbuttoned shirt over it as a jacket. Xiao He guessed she had originally intended to button it up, but her chest had too much presence for the buttons to cooperate, so she simply wore it as an outer layer.
She wore wide-legged jeans below. It was a little regrettable that they did not show off the graceful curves of her legs, but she still looked adorable, with a delicate, sweet charm.
Her petite frame gave him the feeling that... no matter what he did to her, she would