Chapter 118: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 24: Accident

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Over the next three to five days, life at the Base seemed to have returned to its former calm, like that brief stillness before a storm.

At School, classmates still laughed and horsed around, teachers taught by the book, yet Lin Hao's heart could never truly relax; that string concerning Yuan Yong's prison break remained taut.

When he walked through the Campus, he would unconsciously observe the surrounding crowds; on the journey home, he would also pay extra attention to whether suspicious figures trailed behind. He knew danger could descend at any moment, and he must stay vigilant at all times.

Come the weekend, Lin Hao wanted to go out for a breather, to ease the tension of these past few days. As usual, he wandered aimlessly through the Base, and before he knew it, he had drifted to the vicinity of Yuan Shanqing's Home.

From afar, he saw Yuan Shanqing leave the house, but she wasn't bringing her younger sister Yuan Shanzi along. Usually when Yuan Shanqing went out, she would leave her sister with a neighbor to look after; today's situation struck him as unusual.

Lin Hao frowned, thinking to himself: "What's up with Yuan Shanqing? Why didn't she take Shanzi to the neighbor's? Could she have some urgent matter?"

Harboring this doubt, he decided to wait nearby for a while, to see if Yuan Shanqing would return shortly.

Lin Hao found a relatively concealed corner, eyes fixed on the window of Yuan Shanqing's home. Time ticked by, second by second; the surroundings were quiet to an abnormal degree.

Suddenly, an adult figure appeared at the window, flashing past in an instant.

Lin Hao's heart clenched violently; in that moment, his blood seemed to freeze. Though it was only a fleeting glimpse, the figure's silhouette and movement characteristics made him immediately think of Yuan Yong. His

heart rate spiked, breathing turning rapid. "Could it really be Yuan Yong returned? How could he be here? Does Yuan Shanqing know he came? Would Shanzi be in danger?" A string of questions flashed through Lin Hao's mind at lightning speed.

He instinctively turned, preparing to go call the police.

Just then, Cheng Yaya happened to walk over from another direction.

Lin Hao, as if spotting a lifeline, hurried over and grabbed Cheng Yaya, voice trembling with tension: "Yaya, bad news, hurry and call the police, say Yuan Yong might be at Yuan Shanqing's home. I'll keep watching here, absolutely don't let him get away."

Infected by Lin Hao's tension, Cheng Yaya widened his eyes and asked: "Hao Ge, are you sure it's Yuan Yong? Could you have seen wrong?"

Lin Hao said anxiously: "I hope I saw wrong too, but that figure really looked like him. No time to hesitate, go call the police, quick!"

Seeing Lin Hao's serious and tense expression, Cheng Yaya also realized the gravity of the situation; he didn't hesitate, turned, and ran toward the nearest phone booth, saying as he ran: "Hao Ge, be careful, I'll be right back."

Lin Hao nodded, eyes glued to the window and doorway of Yuan Shanqing's home, not daring to relax in the slightest.

His hand unconsciously touched the stun baton in his schoolbag, silently praying the police would arrive faster.

His mind kept conjuring various possible scenarios: if Yuan Yong really was inside, what would he do to Yuan Shanqing and Yuan Shanzi? How should he respond? Tension and fear intertwined, but he knew he must stay calm, not panic. At this moment, he felt every second stretch impossibly long, fine beads of sweat gradually seeping onto his forehead.

The police hadn't arrived yet; at this moment of utmost tension, Yuan Shanqing returned in hurried steps. Her head hung low, gaze somewhat unfocused, as if pondering something important, completely oblivious to the movements around her.

Coincidentally, Cheng Yaya, having finished the call and rushing over in a panic, jogged all the way without a chance to see clearly who was ahead, and collided squarely with Yuan Shanqing.

Yuan Shanqing froze for a beat; a flash of panic and surprise crossed her eyes. She instinctively stepped back, as if trying to escape something.

But quickly, she forced herself to appear calm, attempted to regain composure, then turned to leave.

Cheng Yaya was baffled by her series of strange reactions; he hurriedly reached out to block Yuan Shanqing's path, face full of anxiety and doubt, and asked: "Yuan Shanqing, what's wrong? Why walk away just seeing me? You got something on your mind? Can tell me."

Yuan Shanqing still didn't speak, just kept her head down, eyes dodging, not daring to meet Cheng Yaya's gaze. Right now, her mind held only one thought: shake off Cheng Yaya fast and get home; the situation at home made her frantic with worry, she didn't know what would happen next.

Cheng Yaya wouldn't let it go; he simply couldn't understand why Yuan Shanqing had suddenly turned so cold toward him.

"Yuan Shanqing, say something, what exactly happened? Did I do something wrong? Tell me, I can change."

Cheng Yaya's face was full of grievance and confusion, his voice carrying a hint of a sob. He spoke while following Yuan Shanqing, and before he knew it, he had chased her to the doorway of her home.

Lin Hao at the side was frantic; his heart was like ants on a hot pan, anxiously wondering why the police still weren't here, while Cheng Yaya kept pestering Yuan Shanqing — if Yuan Yong really was inside, further delay could spell disaster.

He shouted at Cheng Yaya: "Yaya, knock it off, let Shanqing go back first, you come back here."

Cheng Yaya acted like he didn't hear; his mind was entirely on Yuan Shanqing, and he continued pressing: "Shanqing, what exactly happened to you today? You're really worrying me like this. Can't you just say a word to me? Even one sentence would do."

Yuan Shanqing stood anxiously at the doorway, not knowing what to say, just standing there, hand clutching the doorknob tight, fingers whitening from the force. She seemed to be hesitating whether to go in, and how to face the situation inside if she did.

Lin Hao watched this deadlock, heart burning with anxiety, sweat beads constantly popping out on his forehead; he kept anxiously scanning the intersection, hoping the police would appear soon, while also thinking: if Yuan Yong really is inside, how to respond later, how to ensure everyone's safety.