absurd deduction game.

"Warehouse manager, come back soon! If you don't make it back, remember to send your body over; I'll keep it safe!"

The young worker, A-Guang, had a big smile on his face. He held a cardboard box in one hand and raised the other, waving and shouting at Yu Xing in an exaggerated manner.

[Oh dear, young people are so energetic, they don't know the hardships of haggling with customers. That kind of smile is really irritating.]

The system's narration can pop up anytime, anywhere.

Yu Xing stood outside Maoyan Logistics Company, holding only the summary sheet of the problematic orders and an old-fashioned button phone that he had taken out of his briefcase.

Upon hearing this, he ignored the system and revealed a bright yet subtle smile, like a typical office worker, waving to A-Guang: "Don't worry, if I don't come back, I'll turn myself into a pastry and send it to you!"

"Wow, the warehouse manager is so generous!" Ah Guang was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears, and then he was tapped on the head by a middle-aged worker next to him.

"Work hard!"

"Oh……"

After glancing at her two colleagues who appeared perfectly normal, Yu Xing turned away, preparing to complete her fieldwork for the day.

The problematic order contained the phone numbers of these three customers, as well as the addresses they left behind. The tailor shop, the art studio, and the claypot rice restaurant were all located on this civilized street. In particular, the claypot rice restaurant was even located not far from the Maoyan Logistics Company, closer to the end of the street than the logistics company.

However, Yu Xing saw that the claypot rice shop was still closed. Obviously, at this time of morning, the large portions and oily claypot rice could not compete with the breakfast shops. The owner had not started work yet, so there was no way to investigate this order.

Therefore, he could only deal with the other two orders first.

Yu Xing started walking along the route he had taken from the address left by the customer. Although he had never worked as a courier in his long life, he knew some rules, such as calling the customer in advance to ask if it was convenient for him to resolve any issues with the order.

The nearest shop was a tailor shop, so he dialed the number first.

A long "beep-beep" sound came from the receiver, and the call was connected on the third ring.

"Hello?" A woman's voice came through the receiver, soft in tone, sounding like she was in her thirties, with a weathered and hoarse quality that suggested she had experienced a lot.

He looked older than Yu Xing had imagined.

"Hello Ms. Wu, I'm the warehouse manager from Maoyan Logistics. I'm here today to handle your problematic order," Yu Xing said with a smile, explaining her purpose first.

The voice on the other end suddenly rose in pitch, filled with anticipation as it asked, "Maoyan Logistics, has my package been found?"

"It's a real shame... not yet. I called to ask about the status of your shipment."

"Oh..." The voice on the other end sounded a little disappointed, but quickly regained its politeness. "Okay, go ahead and ask."

"What exactly was the item you lost?"

“Fabric,” Miss Wu answered quickly. “A bolt of fabric, light apricot in color, with a subtle pattern. I ordered it from the provincial capital. I make clothes for others all year round, and my birthday is coming up soon. I want to make myself a new cheongsam.”

[Working hard all year round, only able to treat myself a little better on my birthday, what a miserable life. Look, everyone on this street knows that Miss Wu of the tailor shop used to be a lady from a respectable, scholarly family, but her family fell on hard times and she was forced to make a living.]

Her tailoring skills are truly exceptional, and her aesthetic sense is incredibly stylish, making her very popular with the women on the entire street. Unfortunately, every time the women go to her for custom-made clothes, they only see a lingering trace of her elegant weariness. Yes, just one glance at her is enough to make one feel a bit tired.

The narrator sighed, while also providing some information about the characters.
Yu Xing was distracted, writing down information while talking to Miss Wu, but at that moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed something unusual.

What came through the receiver, besides Ms. Wu's voice, was something else.

It was very light and delicate. It sounded like something gently rubbing against fabric, and almost inaudibly like fingernails scratching against a wooden cabinet.

Yu Xing paused for a moment: "Ms. Wu, are you in the shop right now?"

"Yes, I'm here." Miss Wu's voice remained gentle. "We just opened today, and I'm still tidying up the shop."

"Ah, then Miss Wu's business must be very good, customers came as soon as you opened the door."

"No, it's just me." Miss Wu smiled. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I must have misheard." Yu Xing's tone remained unchanged, pretending to be a logistics professional with no emotions but only professional ethics. "Ms. Wu, don't worry, we will help you find the goods. In order to speed up the process, I would like to ask if you have any similar fabrics? I would like to go and take a look to get a general idea of ​​the size and weight of this kind of fabric."

"Sure," Miss Wu readily agreed. "Come over now, I'll be waiting for you at the tailor shop."

"Okay, then—"

“Oh, right.” Miss Wu suddenly interrupted him, her voice carrying a faint smile, “The mannequins in the shop have been a bit unruly lately. If they try to cut you with a knife, you can just dismember them.”

Yu Xing raised an eyebrow and then said, "Okay, I've got it."

After hanging up the phone, he rushed to the tailor shop.

They were on the same street and quite close to each other. He arrived at the tailor shop in less than five minutes.

The small tailor shop was sandwiched between a funeral parlor and a car repair shop that had its shutters pulled down and hadn't opened yet—at this point, he could make out the types of these shops to a certain extent.

The tailor shop was completely blocked from the sunlight by the awnings set up by the two shops on either side, making it appear exceptionally dark.

The weather was rather gloomy today. Although it was early morning, the light was dim. At a glance, all I could see were two or three cheap plastic mannequins displayed at the entrance of the tailor shop. One of them was completely naked, posing in a classic pose, without even any clothes on display.

The other two wore ready-made dresses, which weren't made of particularly high-end materials or had a strong design sense, but were made very elegantly and appropriately.

Besides that, looking further inside the door, it becomes a bit difficult to see clearly.
Yu Xing approached: "Miss Wu?"

He stepped over the threshold and looked around the store.

The shop is small, even cramped. There is only one counter between the curtains at the front and back doors. The decoration is bare, with only a few horizontal wooden boards on the walls, on which some vases are placed for decoration.

It's obvious that Ms. Wu's work area is behind the curtain.

No wonder they have to put mannequins without clothes at the store entrance; there's simply no room inside.

He took a few more steps inside and reached out to lift the curtain.

"Miss Wu?"

Just as the curtain was halfway lifted, a beautiful woman with a tired face but a strange smile emerged.

She didn't say a word, but held a gleaming kitchen knife in her hand: "A warehouse manager at Maoyan Logistics?"

As she asked the question, she raised the kitchen knife and swung it towards Yu Xing's head. (End of Chapter)