No? Can I read the mind of my mortal enemy?

A side note: The books I selected are actual books that I own. I'll skip the details about the content. If you're interested, you can check them out!

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In the evening, Shi Qiao felt embarrassed to disturb the family's reunion, so she went back to her own place for dinner.

Aunt Shen prepared a table full of dishes, took out her phone and took all sorts of pictures, then sent them to Pei Jingnian.

[Shi Qiao: Dinner.]

Pei Jingnian did not reply immediately. Shi Qiao thought he was probably busy, so she didn't pay much attention and buried herself in her food.

Just as she finished eating, Jiang Youran sent her a message.

Shi Qiao glanced at Aunt Shen, who had already left, and replied with "OK".

She had just been about to leave the room when she suddenly felt uneasy.

Should we tell Pei Jingnian?

But when she mentioned it, he started asking her all sorts of questions, like checking her household registration and going through a door-to-door search, which made her lose interest in the end.

She stared at the chat box where Pei Jingnian hadn't replied yet, and a smile crept onto her lips.

Oh dear, her fate is in her own hands, not in Pei's.

Shi Qiao reaffirmed her initial thought and exited the WeChat chat with Pei Jingnian.

Just in case, she changed into her pajamas, lay back in her bed, closed the curtains, and turned on a small nightlight.

One set of actions resulted in several photos being taken.

Hmm! That way we can handle it if Pei Jingnian suddenly checks up on us!

With everything prepared, Shi Qiao skipped and hopped off to meet up with Jiang Youran.

*

Upon arriving at the murder mystery game shop, the three, who had been cooped up at home for almost a week, breathed in the fresh air they hadn't had in a long time.

Since Christmas is just around the corner, the store has been decorated like a cozy winter cottage as soon as you enter. There is an electric fireplace in the corner, with the crackling sound of firewood burning incompletely from time to time.

Shi Qiao took off her scarf and gloves and hung them by the door. "Wow, no wonder it's a perfect shop, the atmosphere is amazing."

Jiang poked at the decorative charcoal, getting his hand covered in ash, and said, "Indeed."

Jiang Youran took a picture and sent it to the group chat.

[Jiang Youran: We arrived first~]

The hostess, a young lady, warmly served tea and said, "Please sit wherever you like, and feel free to have some snacks first."

A short while later, everyone had arrived, a total of five men and five women.

The men and women spontaneously split into two groups and sat on the left and right sides of the long table, while the DM (Miss DM) sat at the head of the table.

She picked up ten thick books. "Let me introduce them first. Our book is called 'Demolition.' There are ten characters in front of you. You can choose randomly."

Shi Qiao, quick-witted and agile, grabbed the ball and drew a card that belonged to Wang Dapao, a good-for-nothing.

The word "demolition" is exactly what it sounds like. These ten people were residents of the demolition area, but as the demolition deadline approached, many of them resolutely refused to move and became the legendary holdouts.

This led to three camps: those who agreed, those who disagreed, and those who didn't care. Thus began a war of words, with each side trying to persuade and win over the other.

Each person also has their own unique skills, and the character that is randomly drawn is someone who doesn't care which faction they belong to.

Since it was a beginner's game and a group of acquaintances, the moment I got the role, all brotherhood and sisterhood disappeared. All I could see was the desire to win an Oscar, and I kept forming cliques.

As a swingman, Shi Qiao became highly sought after, with everyone wanting to chat with her privately.

In the third round, Feng Heng walked to Shi Qiao's side, coughed lightly, and said, "Shi Qiao, um, we..."

Xu Qing, caught up in the fun, took a sip of soda. "Feng Heng! Get into character! Shi Qiao is now Wang Dapao, and you're now Sun Xiaomei!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Heng's ears turned bright red.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally shouted, "Wang Dapao, let's go to the next room and have a private chat."

Several people laughed out loud, "She really does have a bit of a Xiao Mei vibe."

Shi Qiao couldn't help but smile, revealing her teeth. "OK, OK, Xiao Mei, then I, Wang Dapao, will reluctantly have a private chat with you."

The two got up and went to the 1v1 private chat area set up next door.

Jiang Youran stared intently in the direction where the two had disappeared, then suddenly stood up.

"Zheng Gaokao, come out here, I also have something to say to you!" She winked and made faces at Jiang Ye.

Jiang immediately got into character, "Fine, come out! I'm telling you! Don't even think about convincing me!"

The two siblings quickly went out and crouched outside Shi Qiao and Feng Heng's private chat room like thieves.

Jiang Youran cursed viciously:

"It's all your fault, you idiot! Now I'm terrified!"

"If the younger brother is not taught properly, it is the elder sister's fault!"

"What I'm worried about now is that Pei Jingnian might find out through some channel and then impose a system of collective punishment."

"You're really going to kill me!"

Jiang didn't dare to refute, he was also afraid now, "But... Brother Pei probably wouldn't know about this, right?"

"Could he be a male ghost? He's always there, like a shadow, everywhere?"

Jiang Youran scoffed, "Who knows?"

Jiang felt nauseous whenever she thought of Pei Jingnian.

When they were little, Jiang Youran often brought Shi Qiao to their house to play, and he would come along too. They became familiar with each other over time.

Because they attended the same schools for elementary, middle, and high school, he would occasionally run into Shi Qiao at school.

He still can't forget the time he cheerfully greeted Shi Qiao and accidentally met that sinister gaze from the corner.

Jiang suddenly felt a chill and pinched her arm. "Anyway, let's listen to it first."

The two held their breath and focused, but this private chat room was indeed a private chat room, and they couldn't hear exactly what was being said.

Jiang Youran gritted her teeth and pressed down the doorknob very lightly, leaving a crack.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it—Shi Qiao and Feng Heng's hands were almost touching!

No, no!

This doesn't make sense!

In a moment of desperation, she kicked Jiang Ye in the buttocks, startling the two people in the room. A hard object rolled out of Shi Qiao's hand.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the mints from the snack plate that the DM lady had just brought over.

Shi Qiao and Feng Heng looked towards the door at the same time. Jiang also staggered a couple of steps before regaining her balance, clutching her buttocks in pain.

He stammered, "Um! I can't persuade this Liu Mifan, Sun Xiaomei, come help me."

Jiang Youran was mentioned and came out from behind the door, "Fine, both of you come at me together, I'm not afraid of you. I don't agree to the demolition, and that's final!"

Strangely, their private chat turned into a four-way meeting.

But since the script was originally a chaotic free-for-all and unpredictable, it's not a big deal.

After the private chat ended, the final judgment was made, and everyone "argued" heatedly at the table until their faces turned red. The script finally came to an end.

In the end, the party that disagreed with the demolition won, and the old man's words before he left in the story are thought-provoking.

Human relationships and human lives are worthless in the face of money.

Behind the joyful narrative lies a subtle irony and tragedy.

The ten of us played quite quickly, and we came out at 11:30.

An Rui was the first to raise her hand, "It's still early, the nightlife has just begun, raise your hand if you want to go clubbing!!"

Shi Qiao glanced at Jiang Youran and immediately understood what she meant.

Just as she was about to raise her hand, her cell phone buzzed twice in her pocket.

[Pei Jingnian: Honey, I just finished. It's already 11:30 there, are you asleep?]

[Shi Qiao: Not yet, I'm about to go to sleep!]

[Pei Jingnian: Really?]

Shi Qiao's heart skipped a beat.

I always feel that the name Pei Jingnian sends chills down my spine.

Calm.

She sent over a photo she had prepared beforehand.

[Shi Qiao: Really! Why would I lie to you?]

A few minutes later, Pei Jingnian finally replied.

[Pei Jingnian: Okay, then my wife should get some rest.]

[Pei Jingnian: Sweet dreams.]

Shi Qiao replied with a cat emoji and then turned off the screen.

Get it!

She raised her hand high, "Me, me, me, me! Youyou and I are going to jump!"

*

Pei Jingnian squinted, staring at the messages Xiao Hei sent on the screen at different times.

[Young Master Pei, Miss Shi has gone out to play something called "murder mystery game".]

[Young Master Pei, this is the list of people who played the murder mystery game with Miss Shi.]

[Young Master Pei, it's already 11 o'clock, and Miss Shi still hasn't come out. Should we just go in and snatch her away?]

[Young Master Pei, Miss Shi has come out.]

[Young Master Pei...Miss Shi, it seems, is going clubbing.]

His chest heaved as he stared at Shi Qiao in the photo, who was smiling radiantly.

I've been a bit tired these past few days, and I couldn't resist falling asleep on the plane.

I never expected to sleep for most of the flight.

As soon as I woke up, I received a message from my wife that she had sneaked out to play again.

And it's time to go to a bar again.

Pei Jingnian tilted his head back and leaned against the back of the chair.

She was disobedient and lied to him.

He watched the plane gradually descend; they would arrive in Beijing in ten minutes.

So, should we arrest them directly, or wait for them to come to us?