Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 32, Section 11: The Suspension Bridge Effect
—Rose Street, Central Garden—

Ten minutes later.

The cordon has been removed, and normal traffic has resumed in the beautifully decorated fountain garden. The criminal gang led by McKinney has been punished and has been taken to jail in police cars to await trial.

The truth behind the commotion came to light: the neighbors who had gathered learned that the man named Harold was actually a wanted criminal who swindled women out of their money by deceiving them emotionally, and that the heroic rescues were all part of a tragic scheme orchestrated by him and his gang.

"What a terrible man! I thought he was so honest, but I was blind!"

The clamor of condemnation was incessant.

For the passersby, what they witnessed today was a thrilling and unexpected drama. Whether it was the rescued hostages or the final counterattack against the robbers, it was a testament to the virtues, courage, and kindness of humanity.

But for some of the parties involved, it's absolutely terrible.

"Hahahaha... An interview? I'm just a nice guy passing by, hahahaha."

He Ye awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, forcing a smile but actually feeling incredibly annoyed. At the same time, he pulled his leg back from the railing—he had just been about to climb over and run away.

Unfortunately, the plan has failed.

"Aren't you coming, sir!" Nicole said sullenly, hands on her hips, standing on the other side of the railing.

He Ye gave her a speechless look, thinking to himself, "Look at the guys who followed you, do you think you can get here by yourself?"

A reporter from Wangcheng Express and his excited assistant, notebook in hand;
A snotty-nosed child and his grateful mother;

Several National Security Bureau officers at the farthest point were also walking toward them, led by the young woman with silver-gray hair.
It's like a well-prepared encirclement.

Okay, okay... He Ye knew that trying to hide his achievements and fame had failed.

He had no choice but to turn around completely and give up the idea of ​​leaving. He used his hand to lift his bangs and tidy his appearance so that his black hair would no longer cover his eyes and he would look normal.

Perhaps there was a chance to escape before—He Ye thought to himself as he slowly lowered the hand that was lifting his black hair, recalling what had just happened—he was indeed too sentimental.

So she sighed softly.

……

Just a few minutes ago.

Just as the police car took away five criminals, an ambulance with a red cross arrived, and the doctors quickly got out to provide first aid to the hostages.

They took a stethoscope and a first aid kit and conducted a full-body examination on the people present, and finally found that they were all unharmed.

Miss Elsa was the only one who was slightly unlucky.

Her skin above her collarbone was cut, and blood seeped out, staining the collar of her wedding dress red. This must have been caused by the freckled young man Quinn making a random cut with his knife when he knocked Harold away.

The wound was a few centimeters higher up, reaching the blood vessels in my neck. Fortunately, it wasn't there, which can be considered lucky in a way.

After confirming that the hostages were safe, the doctors returned to the ambulance and drove off, leaving behind a three-digit bill.

Of course, the adjutant Darren took it without making a sound and did not hand it over to the four hostages.

The matter was now nearing its end, and the injury examination was complete, so He Ye had no reason to stay there any longer.

He took in the surrounding scenery, searching for a suitable exit route—

Not far away, the freckled young man Quinn was leaning against a tree trunk, rubbing his bruises with a hiss. The fall and roll had bruised his arms and legs, but the doctors said it was nothing serious, leaving him with a bottle of bruise medicine and no longer caring about him.

The middle-aged bishop prayed devoutly, kneeling on the ground. The young police officer beside him helped him up and told him not to kowtow, muttering a few words, "It's not God who will save you~" Even He Ye could hear it.

With hostages and police officers released to the north and east, He Ye realized he could only choose a good opportunity to escape from the remaining two directions.

But before anyone knew it, Miss Elsa appeared beside them.

"Thank you... Mr. Leon."

A soft yet melancholic voice reached my ears.

He Ye subconsciously turned his head and saw Miss Elsa with a band-aid wrapped around her collarbone. She looked really disheveled, her white wedding dress was stained, but she still had a jasmine wreath on her head.

When He Ye saw her, he was speechless for a moment, then he remembered that his original purpose in coming here was only to bless her wedding.

Unfortunately, things have turned out this way. This wedding of the century not only failed to receive blessings, but she herself also teetered on the brink of death, experiencing the most unfortunate turn of events on her happiest day.

It was absolutely terrible for her.

"Uh...you're welcome."

After a long silence, He Ye could only manage to utter these words before turning his head away somewhat awkwardly.

His feelings were a bit complicated. He watched as the police officers in the distance removed the cordon tape. The captain, who got out of the speeding police car, asked in a daze, "All done?" The black-haired girl who was pushing and shoving in the distance was still shouting, "Let me in!" like a rabbit.

Soon after, the police withdrew and the citizens left, and Central Garden returned to its former tranquility, with He Ye no longer there.

As if nothing had happened, today's events came to an end with these thoughts. In the end, only one person will remain here, unable to leave: the beautiful bride who once smiled before the flower-adorned altar.

He Ye could easily make so many connections.

"Thank you for saving me." Miss Aisha's voice pulled him back to reality. He noticed that her eyes were a little red and sensed that her purpose was not just to express her gratitude.

He saved her? Yes, that's true. In the eyes of all the onlookers, including the police officers, He Ye saved them all.

But she wasn't the only one who truly 'saved' her in that critical moment.

He Ye simply reached out and caught her. This act, which resembled a hero rescuing a damsel in distress, may have touched her heart. So now, she took the initiative to step forward to thank him, and perhaps she even had other feelings for him.

I recall the content of the psychology course I took in college—

According to the "suspension bridge effect" proposed by psychologists Arthur Ellen and Donald Dutton in 1974, when a woman walks across a swaying suspension bridge, the increased heart rate caused by tension is mistaken for attraction to a man she meets, thus generating romantic feelings.

In short, when you're in danger, your heart rate might increase, and you might mistakenly think it's the feeling of your heart fluttering.

So the next sentence.

"I don't know how to thank you enough..."

Miss Elsa lowered her head, pursed her lips, and interlaced her fingers as if in prayer:

“I never expected you would be willing to save me in such a dangerous situation. I even said some harsh words to you before. I am so sorry, Mr. Leon. I am truly grateful to you.”

Tears fell along with the sound.

Well, He Ye's awkwardness only increased.

He really didn't expect this. He really just came to offer his blessings. Even if he was moved before, it was just a male instinct to be moved by a voluptuous figure. Now, he was more like, "Damn, Miss Elsa, you've put in so much sugar, but I hope you're just as happy."

So at this moment, after a moment of silence, He Ye spoke tactfully:

"In that situation, I was the only one who could move freely, which is all thanks to everyone. And Mr. Quinn was very brave, wasn't he? No one would abandon you like that. Sigh, I hope you can pull yourself together. That bastard Harold is quite the actor..."

He Ye changed the subject, hoping she would scold him a bit.

Actually, he wants to get away and leave this place.

It is foreseeable that he will be questioned by the police next, after all, he is deeply involved in this matter as a hostage, and he may even be reported to have received a medal and taken a photo with the police superintendent.

He really left.

Miss Claire, however, was unwilling to let him off easily.

She kept her wounded eyes downcast as she poured out her inner thoughts, getting closer and closer to He Ye.

A few weeks ago, He Ye might have swallowed his saliva.

But now she walks forward, and he awkwardly steps back.

Just before Miss Elsa was about to unleash those blunt, irreversible words—someone interrupted their conversation.

"Sir, sir! Something's wrong! We have to run!"

Nicole came up to He Ye and, without saying a word, grabbed his hand, her expression tense as if facing a formidable enemy.

He Ye was stunned: "How did you get in?"

Nicole said anxiously, "They've pulled down the police tape! Oh no, that's not what we're talking about!"

She turned her head again, pointed to the street not far away, and said with great concern:
"That eagle-like animal, that police car has that pattern on it, I saw that police car in front of the Baplow Credit Company!"

Nicole's incoherent words revealed her current panic, but fortunately, He Ye was able to extract what she was trying to say—she was saying that there might be people among these police officers who handled what happened that night.

Maybe someone will recognize him!

Although He Ye's face was only seen by the first middle-aged sheriff, Laune Cher, who arrived first, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be here too. If that were the case, then everything would be over!
Of course, he wasn't actually there. Laun Chern was on vacation with his wife, and it was late that night, so his appearance wasn't clearly seen. The identity of the legendary mysterious man who broke eggs remains to be revealed.

“You’re right, we should go.” He Ye’s expression turned serious after hearing this. “The Big Bird’s Roundabout Bar stage still needs me this afternoon. Those fans are waiting for the best music in the world, so see you later, Miss Aisha!”

After He Ye finished explaining seriously, he and Nicole ran away as fast as they could, without saying a word or even listening to any attempts to stop them. They dodged left and right until they reached the edge of the field—that is, the sidewalk railing in the garden. The two of them were ready to stylishly climb over it like students skipping class.

But the next second, a gasp rang out.

"Don't let him get away!!"

A reporter from the Wangcheng Express noticed the two men's actions. As a journalist, he was shocked, thinking, "How could the heroes who saved this disaster desert their posts after it's over? This is an exclusive interview, and they're running away!"

There is absolutely no way he can get away!

So the reporter shouted in a panic, running and waving as he rushed forward with his assistant like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey! This action attracted the attention of many citizens and police officers, who even thought that another bandit had appeared!

He Ye's movements were also jolted by the shouts, and he had to stop.

The moment he was being watched, he knew he could no longer leave quietly—it would be unnatural for a hero who had saved a crime to leave discreetly, so he could only laugh awkwardly and turn back.

Then I saw a reporter from the Wangcheng Express running over excitedly.

Gan.

(End of this chapter)