Worn Out...

Yake took out his phone and looked at Li Shiqing.

"Are you calling the police station, or should I? I think it'd be better if you called!"

Li Shiqing was a little slow to process it. "Why call the police station?"

Yake sighed helplessly and pointed at her chest. "Buses don't normally stop whenever they want. We need a reason for getting off, and yours is pretty good. Just say there was a pervert."

Li Shiqing blushed and stammered, "I-I just made up an excuse. There's no need to call the police, right?"

"Then I'll do it?"

"Forget it, I'll do it!"

Yake waited where he was for Li Shiqing to call the police. Matters like investigations could only be left to the police. He was also trying hard to remember exactly what had exploded on the bus.

The two soon arrived at the police station to give their statements, where two officers came to speak with them.

"Li Shiqing, twenty years old, a third-year student at Jialin Normal University. Li Yake, twenty-two years old, a fourth-year student at Jialin Normal University."

"That's right." "Yes."

Neither of them was surprised. It was perfectly normal for students from the same university not to know each other. Yake had only just learned that he and Li Shiqing attended the same school.

"At 1:42 this afternoon, a Route 45 bus collided with an oil tanker at the intersection by the cross-river bridge, causing a violent explosion."

The black-clad officer saw that Li Shiqing was somewhat nervous and found it suspicious. Yake, meanwhile, looked like nothing had happened. He was completely fearless, with even a hint of impatience in his expression.

"Don't be nervous. We discovered that the bus made an unauthorized stop before the explosion, and you two got off. Is my description