Chapter 224

The surroundings were utterly silent.

"In our hometown, there is the largest urban grassland in all of Asia, called Saihan Tala. Have you heard of it?" Hao Ze Yan said.

Ning Chen shook his head.

"I'm not saying this to introduce you to that Saihan Tala—I want to use this as my final parting message," Hao Ze Yan looked at Ning Chen. "People from our Meng Province are hospitable and naturally bold. If you, brother, ever get the chance to visit Meng Province in the future, remember to contact us!"

"We will take you to experience that legendary urban grassland!"

Ning Chen nodded.

"Well then, it's time to say goodbye. It's too late; tomorrow morning, she and I must set off," Hao Ze Yan smiled.

"Although we didn't wait for the rime, the small wooden cabin is at least repaired," Hao Ze Yan said.

Ning Chen noticed a ring on Yang Xue's finger.

"Who knows when we might meet again, or drink together again. Two unforgettable nights," Yang Xue looked at Ning Chen.

"Perhaps one day," Ning Chen said.

The three raised their beer bottles one last time and finished the contents.

Just as Hao Ze Yan was about to stand up, Yang Xue beside him suddenly tugged his sleeve.

"Ah, look..."

All three turned to look behind them.

Behind them, at the platform steps of the observation deck.

A scruffy old man, holding a bottle of white liquor, stumbled forward, heading toward the observation deck.

Ning Chen looked at this old drunkard.

It was that same old fellow from that night.

The old drunkard was drunk again, his gaze vacant, walking straight toward the fence.

Leaning against the fence, looking into the distance, he drank from his bottle as if no one else existed.

"He might fall down," Yang Xue said, somewhat worried.

A voice came, "Don't worry, he won't die from falling."

It was the uncle from the observation deck security room; he had arrived at some unknown time.

"This old thing has been here for many years. He knows every detail of this place; how could he possibly fall?" The uncle smoked as he walked over.

"Uncle, do you know him? What's wrong with him? Doesn't he have children?" Yang Xue asked.

"Children? Heh!" The security uncle gritted his teeth, spitting out a string of saliva.

But he said nothing more, shook his head, and left.

Thus, they watched for a few minutes.

Hao Ze Yan turned his head. "Brother, then we are leaving."

Ning Chen nodded.

Yang Xue also waved at him.

"Brother, I advise you not to wait. After all, it's just rime. When winter comes, until January, there will be opportunities."

"But this time, there's really no need to wait; there really won't be any more rime."

Hao Ze Yan said this to Ning Chen for the last time.

Ning Chen nodded. "Thank you."

Seeing that Ning Chen was still so stubborn.

Hao Ze Yan had nothing more to say. "When you arrive in Meng Province in the future, remember to contact us."

Ning Chen made a gesture toward them.

Hao Ze Yan and Yang Xue had just descended the platform steps of the observation deck.

Suddenly!

They heard a shout from the uncle on the observation deck above—"Whoa! It really appeared?!"

The two looked at each other in surprise.

Then, they rushed back up to the observation deck!

At this moment.

More than 4,800 kilometers away from Mohe, this small city in the northern country.

Dali City.

The airport.

In the waiting hall, several men in black suits.

The one at the head had a neat Hu Zi on his chin.

In his hand, he held a mobile phone.

On the phone was a live stream, from a broadcast room named "Brother Shiguang".

In the picture, two men and one woman were drinking beer around a bonfire.

It was hard to imagine that someone like him would watch live streams.

Normally, he certainly had no interest in watching these online live streams.

But now, this broadcast room was very important.

Inside the family, there was a contact with the mainland police.

It was that contact who passed this intelligence to them.

Otherwise, they would not have obtained the photo of the streamer named "Brother Shiguang".

"Drinking beer in the dead of winter, quite leisurely." The little mustache smiled, his gaze fixed on the streamer named "Brother Shiguang" in the live broadcast.

After a while, his eyes fell on the woman among the couple in the frame.

"This woman has a certain flavor; I like women who look healthy and love to smile." The little mustache twisted his neck and said.

"Boss, we're about to board the plane," someone beside him said.

Above, the flight display read:

Dari City, flying to Mohe in the Northern Realm.

156. (2/7) That is the spectacular rime ice stretching for tens of kilometers!

Donghai City Bureau.

"He went to the Northern Realm?"

"Mm, it's Mohe."

"What is he going there to do this time?"

"He said he wants to see a rime ice display."

"Rime ice? Oh."

Liu Ju Zhiguo responded, took a sip from his teacup.

A colleague passed by nearby, "Rime ice, huh."

"Looking forward to it?" Zhao Mengmeng smiled.

"Mm, looking forward to it, but—well, it's okay?" The colleague smiled. "You think, compared to the rare Perseid meteor shower, fireballs, and that astonishing volcanic lightning spectacle he once showed us—those, then, rime ice really is just okay."

"Of course, it can't be called ordinary—after all, I heard people say seeing rime ice depends entirely on luck, but with the jade-like wonders he has previously checked in on, the Nanmian Society inevitably makes a rime ice display seem somewhat mediocre."

Hearing the colleague speak this way, Zhao Mengmeng said nothing, merely pressing her lips together in a smile.

"Mengmeng, keep your eyes further from the screen, or you'll go blind," Liu Ju said finally, and went out.

Zhao Mengmeng rubbed her eyes.

Suddenly, her movement paused.

Just now, she had heard Liu Ju's words before.

In an instant, Zhao Mengmeng's thoughts returned to several years ago.

That was when she and Si Shiya had just started working not long ago; Liu Zhiguo was their Master.

Once, it was a rime ice display in the Northern Kingdom—I remember it was somewhere along the Songjiang River; the news reported it at the time. The two girls, during a work break, huddled together in front of a computer to watch that news footage.

Then, their Master passed by the door, seeing the two of them huddled so close to the screen.

He also said those exact words just now—"Keep your eyes further from the screen, or you'll go blind."

I remember at that time, Si Shiya also said that in the future, she must go see a rime ice display once.