Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 25, Section 4: The Girl's Blushing Surpasses Everything

"Rory, you're in charge of watching the doorway."

“David, you’re in charge of observing the stairs leading to the second floor.”

At 8 PM, inside the Big Bird Spinning Bar.

A group of drunken customers sat at the bar, while a band played instrumental music on stage. It was just another ordinary day for people to drown their sorrows in alcohol, except that a few of them had ulterior motives.

Near the bar entrance, Loris, with a scarf around her neck and her hands in her pockets, gave instructions. Her nose was red with a hint of pink, and her voice was soft and sweet—she had caught a cold when she woke up.

Yet, her authority as the captain of the fourth investigation team of the National Security Bureau remained intact. After Lorice finished speaking, the two plainclothes officers beside her quickly left and found a suitable spot in the bar to observe.

The task was already discussed in the meeting room this morning.

The fourth investigation team has a total of 16 full-time officers, none of whom are on leave tonight. There are also 21 auxiliary officers – they are non-staff personnel selected from rehabilitated individuals with good performance records.

They are stationed at four suspected locations on Shuixian Street, Beifang Street, and Beijie Street, respectively, and are conducting stakeouts and investigations at these locations.

The interior of Narcissus Street's Big Bird Spinner is being monitored by Lori's team because, according to current intelligence, suspect Mark Coslin has entered and exited this place twice.

This bar is highly suspicious.

Perhaps it's some new point of contact.

"Would you like something to drink, sir?"

When Loris sat down at the bar, a bartender struck up a conversation with her, but she didn't respond, her blue eyes casually scanning her surroundings.

This place has a good view from the bar; you can see not only the two police officers but also the noisy center of the stage.

"This guest? —"

Seeing this, Bruce approached ingratiatingly, patiently tossing the flask around to attract attention.

Lorice snapped out of her reverie, pulled her red scarf up to cover her mouth, not wanting to talk any further: "Sweet sparkling wine will do."

“Okay, please wait a moment.” Brooke understood what she meant.

Quietly mixing drinks.

Brooke was skilled and undoubtedly used the most expensive ingredients, even his sparkling wine cost 50 crowns a glass. He slightly disregarded his conscience as he mixed the sparkling wine for the lovely girl in front of him.

"Your passionate beach."

A moment later, Brooke gracefully pushed the glass over, a lemon slice stuck in the rim of the glass, the wine was blue.

Lorice took the drink but didn't drink it. She continued to look around, her eyes darting around like a restless girl—Brook knew that look all too well; it might be someone coming to catch their cheating boyfriend.

But it was none of his business; after all, the guest didn't seem interested in chatting, and he still had to entertain other guests.

And at this moment——

"Thank you for waiting. The next song, 'Mice Love Rice,' will be the last song of the first half. I hope you can hear my heartfelt feelings in it."

On the stage in the center of the bar's dance floor, a young man wearing a black mask spoke gently. He held a guitar and stood in the lead singer's position. Then he raised his finger to his brow to indicate that he was finished speaking.

Loris glanced over instinctively, but the person was wearing a mask, so she couldn't see their face clearly. The other members were middle-aged men and a dark-skinned man with dreadlocks, so she didn't pay much attention. She knew that bars usually had live bands and were quite noisy.

With her eyes still focused on her surroundings, Loris buried her chin in her scarf. She knew that waiting was a tedious thing, and it was even unknown whether the other party would appear here tonight or somewhere else.

Or perhaps, nothing at all.

But if you don't do anything, you won't get anything.

Just as she was thinking this, the music captivated Lolis. The gentle melody was so beautiful and moving, like watching leaves fall in a quiet park.

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……

C→ G→ Am→ Em→ F……

On the band's stage, He Ye casually strummed his guitar, singing almost instinctively, because his mind was elsewhere.

As a former intelligence spy, He Ye has always had excellent perception. He is familiar with that interrogative gaze and the feeling of being out of place when lurking in a crowd and observing his surroundings.

So, he discovered it.

There are National Security Bureau officers in this bar.

At the second table to the left of the entrance, the black-haired man in casual clothes was simply drinking without talking to anyone, his eyes scanning his surroundings—a poor performance.

At the top of the stairs leading to the second floor, next to the water bucket and mop seats that hardly anyone sits on, a bald man sits alone, observing others with equally clumsy acting skills.

Finally--

At the bar counter in Brooke, the light blonde girl in the red scarf was looking in his direction, and for some reason, she seemed a little sad and moved.

On the surface, He Ye remained calm and collected, but in reality, she was somewhat flustered as she plucked the strings of her zither.

"If one day, my ideal of love could truly come true."

He instinctively wondered if his identity had been exposed, the identity of the mysterious man who broke the egg. But he quickly ruled out that possibility, because if He Ye had been exposed, they would have already come up and arrested him.

Instead of just watching the band perform.

So what could have attracted the NSA guys here?
He Ye was quick-witted and soon recalled his contact with Mark a few days ago and his mention of replying to the organization. He deduced a possibility: the National Security Bureau had already noticed Mark's presence, and the first place they staked out was the Big Bird Spinning Bar, which they had visited twice.

Oops.

That guy was so careless!

He's so old and doesn't even realize he's being followed... I hope this won't cause too much trouble. I need to find a chance to tell him to move away quickly.

I will work even harder to treat you well, and that will never change.

He Ye maintained her composure during the performance, plucking the guitar strings while secretly observing the three people in the audience, her thoughts a jumble of emotions.

The beautiful singing voice captivated the audience, and several young girls even gazed at He Ye with affection. The power of classic pop songs was simply too great for this still untapped music scene.

Unfortunately, he's too distracted to flirt with girls right now.

In short, the song ended a few minutes later, and He Ye bowed and stepped back off the stage, taking off his guitar strap. The band's intermission for the first half of the show arrived, giving him nearly thirty minutes to adjust his state.

And just after arriving offstage—

"Sir, someone is looking for you!"

Nicole had already walked over excitedly, holding a water glass and a towel, waiting for him, since singing and playing guitar for a long time is also physically demanding.

"Who's looking for me?" He Ye asked after finishing his water.

“A blue-haired man—this tall, wearing a black trench coat, who said he was an old friend of yours,” Nicole gestured, holding her hand higher than her head.

Upon hearing this answer, an answer immediately popped into He Ye's mind. He quickly patted Nicole's shoulder seriously, telling her that she didn't need to follow him and could just go to work—this was even faster than the middle-aged foreman's reprimand.

"Oh, oh." Nicole nodded, though she didn't understand. After telling him where to wait for her, she left with the plate.

He Ye, keeping an eye on the gazes of those around him, cautiously approached the location, only to find that the police officers were not paying attention to him, searching for some unfortunate soul.

We came to a quiet corner by the window.

Lawrence had been waiting for a long time. A mug of draft beer sat in front of him, but he hadn't drunk much of it. The mug was just to keep him from drawing attention.

When Lawrence saw that He Ye was late, he was about to mock his teammate who was posing on stage when he noticed that He Ye's expression was not relaxed.

“There are people from the National Security Bureau here.”

He Ye sat down and spoke in a low voice.

Lawrence quickly composed himself, his eyes turning cold. After a moment of silence, he said, "I wasn't being followed. I was certain when I came in."

"What time did you arrive?" He Ye asked.

"I came in as soon as your lousy bar opened," Lawrence said, frowning in annoyance. "I sat down at 6:10 and have been waiting until now for you to finally have a moment to sit down. I've been listening to love songs downstairs for almost two hours straight. Damn it, how come I never knew you were so talented before?"

Hearing this, He Ye couldn't hold back anymore.

"Alright, alright, then I'm really putting you in a difficult position..." He Ye rubbed his forehead. "So what is it that you want to tell me? After you tell me, leave here as soon as possible."

"I don't need you to remind me," Lawrence said softly.

He paused, as if thinking about how to begin.

“Mark was supposed to come, but he told me he was being followed, so I’m here tonight to relay his message. This is a request from Monica.”

He Ye was speechless for a moment after hearing this. He wanted to complain that he didn't need to explain so clearly, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything, because that was Lawrence's personality.

He's a logic monster; he won't speak until he's sorted out his thoughts.

However, He Ye also breathed a sigh of relief.

Mark realized what was happening; it seemed the guy would run away on his own without him needing to say anything more.

"And then?" He Ye gestured for him to continue. Lawrence's blue eyes showed contemplation, and then he patiently said, "It's related to Sophia. She's suffering from severe insomnia. Monica said she's only slept seven hours in three days. She's severely sleep-deprived, and her heart won't be able to take it if this continues."

"And the reason she has insomnia is related to you. I won't go into details, but Monica asked me to get you a memento from the two of you. Hmm, is there anything that will remind her of you?"

"Monica said her insomnia requires a gradual treatment, just like the grief after the death of a loved one. Instead of immediately throwing away the related mementos to stop thinking about the person, you should cherish the memories and get through that difficult time."

"..." He Ye understood for a moment, and quickly raised his hand to stop his long-winded explanation, "In short, you're asking me for something, right?"

Lawrence nodded: "Yes."

“You don’t actually need to make the trip yourself. Just leave me a letter,” He Ye said subtly.

"Monica needs it tonight." Lawrence's blue eyes were full of helplessness. "I can't help it."

Heye: "..."

He didn't want to say anything more.

Having figured out Lawrence's purpose for coming, He Ye stood up and told him to wait there while she went back upstairs to get her suitcase.

During their departure, the police officers remained unaware.

Lawrence came in first and sat in a secluded corner, disguising himself well. After all, he was just waiting for someone, and few people would notice him from that position.

But who knows what will happen when we go out later...

After all, there are police officers at the entrance, and it's hard to guarantee that Lawrence won't be suspected. It's better to cause a commotion when he leaves; that would be safer.

With that thought in mind, He Ye returned to her room.

He pulled out his suitcase and opened it. The item Lawrence had requested was there, but he was a little reluctant to give it up—because it was something he had sewn himself.

Two hand puppets.

It's 20cm in size and feels fluffy to the touch.

A little gentleman in a blue hat;

A woman in a red dress.

As long as you control your mouth with your hand when you speak, it will open and close, which is very cute.

This kind of cuteness doesn't exist in this world. It was made by He Ye many years ago. He used to teach Yugiri to play with it. That guy was a bit autistic, and this kind of puppet that "talks to itself" is the best therapy.

"I'm Xiaolan, your confidante. You can confide in me about any troubles you have (whispering)."

'I have no idea. '

It's really quite boring when you think about it.

He Ye planned to give away the two hand puppets, since keeping just one of them would be meaningless. He had originally planned to use the two little guys to perform a puppet drama during his honeymoon, with the content being a second declaration of love on his wedding night.

Unfortunately, there is no female lead now.

Soon, we returned to the bustling first floor of the bar.

He Ye calmly returned to Lawrence and tossed the two little ones to him: "These are the two. You can take them back."

Lawrence weighed the two unfamiliar plush toys in his hands. Could these things really be considered keepsakes?

However, he didn't want to ask too many questions.

Because He Ye had already taken the initiative to bring up another topic.

"Watch my signal when you leave. I'll distract those officers before you leave. That way it'll be safer," He Ye instructed, pointing.

Lawrence paused for a moment and then nodded: "Okay."

"Then without further ado, let's get ready."

After finishing his sentence, He Ye turned and left, his calm demeanor making people curious about what method he would use to attract attention.

He Ye was already confident of success.

Based on their positions, the target could be identified, and the girl sitting at the Brooke bar was the most suitable candidate. That spot offered a wide view, meaning that if she acted strangely, both officers in front and behind her would notice.

……

"That's really rare..."

Loris muttered.

She was sitting at the bar, observing the faces of the patrons chatting. Although the band's performance was in intermission, the songs she had just heard could still be vividly recalled in her mind.

So this is what music is all about?
That singer is really amazing.

Lorice admired these musicians for their ability to write melodies that touched people's hearts and stirred their souls when they heard those notes.

But the next moment——

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was splashed on her face, accompanied by a man's exclamation! It drenched Lolis from head to toe!
So cold! The cold water is bone-chilling!!

"Wa ...

Loris nearly jumped up in a flustered frenzy, drawing the attention of those around her. The feeling of being soaked ignited her resentment, making her grit her teeth as she glared at the blind bastard in front of her.

Who is it? What are they doing? They're splashing water on themselves!

But in a second—

The scene that came into view seemed to be in slow motion.

It was a black-haired man wearing a white shirt. He wasn't wearing a coat, and he was carrying a mop in one hand and a bucket in the other. He was stumbling and bumping into me!

It was like accidentally stepping on a banana peel!

"Excuse me!!"

"Hey!!"

Upon hearing this, Loris's pupils widened in shock, but before she could even dodge, he knocked her down and threw her into his arms.

Thump! (They collided on the ground)
After a moment of chaos, the surrounding guests turned their attention to each other and whispered among themselves. Brooke was utterly astonished, and the middle-aged head waiter stood frozen in place for a moment.

Not to mention the two officers guarding the stairs and doorway, Rory and David had already gone to Sergeant Lorris's side to check on the situation the moment it happened, their expressions serious.

What they saw was—

"It hurts..."

Loris rubbed her flushed forehead and slowly opened her eyes. Her pale golden hair was disheveled and scattered behind her. She gradually saw the man pressing down on her.

Then, I felt someone rub my chest.

He Ye struggled to his feet, his head still spinning from the impact. He instinctively tightened his grip, only to realize something was off.

Huh?

Is the floor really that soft?
A few seconds later.

"You—you—bastard!..."

What He Ye saw was a girl with a red face and clenched teeth.

Then, the chaos over there was beyond words. Words were mixed with He Ye’s flustered apologies and someone’s extremely ashamed and angry voice, whose cheeks were burning like a boiling kettle!

The number of onlookers was unprecedented! Even the two police officers who arrived at the scene were stunned by the comical sight.

And at this moment.

Lawrence, with his blue hair and blue eyes, had already arrived at the door. No one noticed his departure. He couldn't help but look towards his former teammate, who was being grabbed by the collar and pinned to the bar by a girl, his face flushed as she questioned him repeatedly.

What in the world can compare to a young girl blushing?

Recalling the words he used to often repeat, a word used to describe certain exaggerated and complex scenes, Lawrence felt that the word was very appropriate at this moment—he truly lived up to his promise and attracted attention.

Therefore, he paid his final respects to his former teammate.

"Brilliant."

Lawrence left the bar quietly.

The argument was still going on in the Big Bird Bar, with the middle-aged manager frantically apologizing, while Nicole Griffiths frantically tried to break them up.

Brooke sighed, thinking to herself that this guy was really lucky—even cleaning up vomit led to this kind of unexpected turn of events.

Next time, I'll ask him to teach me how to strike up a conversation.

(End of this chapter)