Of course, they still had to pull the people out. Once they emerged, Ye Lan and the others discovered that the noodle shop had already closed for the night. The owner had been washing the pots.
Their outing also meant they had to call the police while they were at it. After all, that many bombs would definitely need the police to deal with them afterward.
Ye Xunzhi slurped a mouthful of the rice noodles the owner's wife had enthusiastically provided and said:
"We people from Country Z really are like those wandering merchants that randomly spawn in games."
[Right beside such a fancy opera house, there's this plain, unassuming noodle shop. Something about it feels a little strange.]
Ye Lan thought, Exactly. The moment I saw the owner, I almost thought I hadn't left the country.
By the time the four hurried back, police cars had surrounded Kloss Opera House, with cordons set up to keep the crowd outside.
Meanwhile, Director Mi had distanced himself from the staff and was leaning alone against a street corner, shivering. Ye Xunzhi noticed and walked over.
"Director Mi, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Director Mi wrapped his little blanket tighter around himself, radiating a complete loss of the will to live from the tips of his hair to his toes.
"I'm just cold. The wind is especially boisterous today. My heart is as cold as Yiping's was the day she went to ask her dad for money."
He gave a bitter laugh. "I have no idea why the police suddenly surrounded the opera house."
"Oh, that's because there are bombs underneath it." Ye Xunzhi sounded as casual as if she were commenting on the lovely weather.
Director Mi slowly raised his head and arched one eyebrow at her. As though she hadn't