Chapter 205: New Clue: The Last Bite of Vinegar Fish

My impatience had reached its limit, but I couldn't show it, so I just smirked, pretending to smile, and waved to pay the bill.

To be honest, as an acquaintance, treating her to a meal wasn't too much, and I'm not someone who has never eaten with strangers, but a meal that dragged on like a trickling stream for two hours with not a single word, just eating and smiling at us, was truly unbearable.

Fatty was equally annoyed; he had a lot of complaints about her and originally planned to cut and run, but I really didn't want to eat alone with this woman, so I dragged him into the restaurant. Now he regretted it deeply. Neither of us ate much; Fatty just drank sulkily, both of us with grim faces. I was racking my brains over why she had come to see me, while thinking of countermeasures, even considering how to guard against her suddenly jumping up and throwing a sleeve arrow.

The waiter came to settle the bill, giving us a look of confusion and wariness.

Two hours without conversation, with ashen faces, silently eating and drinking—such customers were rare at "Louwailou." From her expression, she probably thought we were a loan shark gathering, and that this well-figured woman was about to be sold to a brothel by me and Fatty after the meal.

As for me, I felt like a student who hadn't reviewed for exams, suddenly discovering the teacher's home visit, unsure whether it was a blessing or a curse, waiting anxiously for the teacher to get to the point. In short, this was the most frustrating meal I'd ever had.

After the waiter walked away, Fatty looked at the dishes on the table and sneered, "Didn't know you're such a tiger when it comes to eating. What? You work so hard for your company, and they can't even give you a proper meal?"

"We're out in the field all year round. Even if we carried gold bars, we couldn't get good food," A Ning raised her eyebrows. "Compared to compressed biscuits, anything is a treat."

Fatty sneered, glanced at me, and gave me a wink, signaling me to take over his line.

I coughed, not knowing how to start, but since A Ning had obviously come to see me, it wouldn't be right to have Fatty ask for me. So I steeled myself and asked A Ning, "I've already treated you to a meal. Let's cut to the chase. What brings you here this time?"

A Ning curled her lips. "Why keep asking that? Can't I come see you for no reason?"

That curl was quite charming. I felt her eyes melting at me, and my chest tightened as if I was about to spit blood. Subconsciously, I looked at Fatty, but he pretended not to hear and turned his face away.

I had to turn back, not knowing how to continue. I murmured "mm" and couldn't speak for a long time, my face flushing red.

A Ning watched me like this. At first, she seemed provocatively waiting to see how I'd handle it, but after waiting ages and I still didn't speak, she suddenly laughed, shook her head in amusement, and said, "I can't do anything with you. I don't know if you're faking it. Fine, I'll stop teasing you. I do have business with you."

With that, she pulled a square package from her bag and handed it to me. "Our company just received this. It's related to you. Take a look."

I looked—it was a parcel. I hefted it, and my heart skipped a beat. I roughly knew what it was. With this size and shape, combined with recent experience, it wasn't hard to guess. Involuntarily, cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Fatty didn't know why I froze. He snatched it over, opened it, and sure enough, there were two black videotapes, identical to the two we had received in Jilin, also in an old format.

Though I had guessed, confirmation still made my heart leap. What the hell? Had Poker-face not just sent two tapes? While sending to us, did he also send another copy to A Ning's company? Were these two tapes the same as the ones I received? What did that guy really want? "These were sent to our company's Shanghai headquarters a few days ago. Because the sender was quite special, they quickly reached my hands," A Ning looked at me. "After watching them, I knew I had to come find you."

Fatty had heard me talk about the videotapes, and now his face couldn't hide the secret; he kept signaling me. I coughed again, telling him not to get so worked up, and asked A Ning, "What's so special about the sender? What's on the tapes?"

A Ning glanced at Fatty, then turned to me with a half-smile. "The sender is indeed very special. The sender on this express—" She pulled a delivery receipt from her bag. "See for yourself who it is."

I thought she was being mysterious. The sender should be Zhang Qiling. That guy is indeed very special—I'm even starting to wonder if he actually exists in this world. But how did A Ning know he was special?

So I took it, and Fatty leaned in to look. I froze. On the receipt, the name of the person who sent this express was actually—Wu Xie—my own name.

"You?" Fatty beside me shouted in bewilderment.

I immediately shook my head and said to A Ning, "I didn't send it! It wasn't me."

A Ning nodded. "We know that too. How could you send us something? The person who sent it used your name obviously to make sure it reached my hands."

Fatty's interest was piqued. He asked A Ning, "What's on it?"

A Ning said, "The content is quite weird. I think you should watch it and judge for yourselves."

My confusion was overwhelming. Forgetting all caution, I blurted out to A Ning, "Is it a woman combing her hair?"

A Ning looked a bit confused, glanced at me, shook her head, and said, "No. The thing inside... I'm not sure if it even counts as a human."