A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

Chen Lang glanced at the three pillars of the canopy.

"Just change the last one; they've already checked the first two."

Shen Qingci closed the notebook: "You'll go over and revise it?"

"Yeah, it's just a few steps, I'll be back in twenty seconds. I'll walk along the edge of the shed, you can sit here and watch me."

She looked down the road and saw no obstruction in the middle; the awning pillars stood right next to the trash cans.

"If anyone comes by, come back first, and don't run into them."

"Know."

Chen Lang picked up the used tissue and casually asked the stall owner where the trash can was.

"Outside the public restroom, the gray one."

"Okay."

He opened his black umbrella and walked along the edge of the shed.

The umbrella blocked the view of the alley entrance. Shen Qingci sat at the table, and half of his shoulder could be seen.

She pressed the timer on her watch, and the bamboo skewer in her hand remained still.

Chen Lang threw the tissue into the trash can, and Titan's feedback came through his earphones.

The target remained near the second shed pillar, with visibility obstructed by the shed.

He moved a step to the side, pinched the short end of the red cloth, pulled it out from under the knot, and pressed it back to the right.

The knot and the number of wrappings are still there, and the two pieces of cloth are still of different lengths.

Chen Lang lowered his hand, opened the umbrella, and walked back.

The timer jumped to seventeen, and he stood still by the table.

"You're back. Did you not exceed the time limit?"

Shen Qingci stopped watching his watch.

"Seventeen seconds."

"Three seconds left. Good job, can you have another half piece?"

"You really do calculate by the second."

She pushed the last piece of food on the plate over.

Chen Lang picked up the bamboo skewer and didn't ask any further questions.

The stall owner handed over the packaged oil paper bag, and I happened to overhear these two sentences.

"You're even timing yourself to throw away a piece of paper?"

Shen Qingci paused as she took the bag.

Chen Lang answered for her: "I'm afraid I'll go out and wander around and the food will get cold."

"People are thinking about you."

The stall owner smiled and gestured towards Shen Qingci.

"When you walked past her just now, her eyes never left her."

Shen Qingci folded the opening of the oil paper bag and pressed it down again.

"Auntie, how much is it in total?"

"He scanned it."

She turned her head, and Chen Lang had already put his phone back in his pocket.

"Why are you looking at me? I said I was treating."

Shen Qingci picked up the bag, her ears turning red against the silver chain.

"Thank you, Auntie. We're leaving now."

As soon as Chen Lang stepped out of the stall, a bamboo skewer was shoved into his hand, with a newly packaged glutinous rice ball on it.

"Eat up, so you won't keep talking."

He looked down and said, "So you have to shut up after you eat?"

"Then give it back to me."

Chen Lang took a bite.

"Okay, I won't say anymore."

The two exited through the market's main entrance, and the levitating ball rose above the outer eaves. The camera then panned over the low wall, capturing the view of the waste disposal route.

The live stream continues to push processed, delayed content, while the footage of the red cloth and the tracker is saved separately.

Under the third pillar, the man in the baseball cap swept his short cloth over his shoulder and turned to the right.

The man in the windproof jacket caught up and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure this is the way?"

"The first two are correct, and the conclusion is the same."

He waved his hand forward while holding his baseball cap.

"Let's go ahead, lest we lose them again."

The two chased each other around the corner, their shoes splashing water everywhere.

The passage narrowed as you walked, and then an iron gate appeared around the corner.

The person in the baseball cap stopped, and the person behind bumped into the camera bag, causing the corner of the bag to knock off the bucket lid, which then crashed to the ground with a thud.

The dirty water accumulated on the rim of the bucket splashed onto my trouser legs.

"Why are you stopping?!"

"There's no way out!"

The man in the windproof jacket bypassed his companion, grabbed the gate, and shook it twice.

The iron lock clattered against the railing, the weeds behind the door had grown to the bottom edge, and the chain latches were covered in rust.

He let go of her hand and turned to stare at the baseball cap.

"Where are the people who were supposed to meet us?"

"The red marker is pointing this way!"

"Take a look for yourself, who can you pick up here?"

The man in the baseball cap opened his mouth and turned to look back the way he came.

The man in the windproof jacket wiped the dirty water off his trouser legs, his hand hovering in mid-air before he lowered it.

"The last piece of cloth was moved."

Outside the main entrance of the market, Shen Qingci stopped under the eaves of the silversmith's shop.

The duty station diagonally in front is separated by a street, and there is no obstruction at the entrance.

In the watch's display, the two people are still arguing in front of the gate.

Shen Qingci pursed her lips, but couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth.

Chen Lang handed over the oil paper bag.

"We don't need to follow anymore, let's find the exit first."

"They didn't even look where they were going before they walked in?"

"I'm afraid of losing them. If the person in front runs, the people behind won't have time to keep an eye on them."

She picked up a piece of glutinous rice ball, but a sanitation worker wearing rubber boots walked into the corner of the scene.

The other person stopped in front of the fallen bucket lid, looked up, and blocked the two people who were about to leave.

Shen Qingci put down the bamboo stick.

"I've caused trouble for my master; I still have to clean up the mess they made."

"Keep this section too," Chen Lang said. "I'll ask my aunt later, and if we've spent extra on cleaning fees, we'll pay for it first."

She nodded and added a note next to the ledger page.

A static noise came through the headphones, and the voice of the man in the baseball cap squeezed in with the sound of the wind.

"Blackie, they found nothing at the east entrance. The red marker has gotten them moving."

Chen Lang stopped folding the paper bag.

[Short-range voice communication initiated with the associated target; recording is being saved.]

Inside the waste collection lane, a man in a baseball cap held up a walkie-talkie while gesturing to the waste collectors with his other hand.

A few seconds later, someone answered the call in the channel.

"What are you doing on Qingyun Road?"

The man in the windproof jacket moved closer.

"The last piece of cloth pointed to the right, so we followed it!"

"I left the exit on the left!"

Shen Qingci looked up at Chen Lang.

Chen Lang marked the recording.

"Keep this sentence in mind: he himself said that he tied the cloth."

She put the bamboo skewer back in the bag, wiped her hands, wrote the time on a new page, then wrote the words "Blackie" and added a question mark after it.

Chen Lang glanced at the notebook.

"Was that the guy who just spoke, Blackie?"

"It doesn't match up yet, but I'll remember it for now."

Shen Qingci filled in the three spots with red cloth and noted the man carrying the black bag separately to the side.

"The person who tied the cloth has video recordings. We still need to check if the person on the walkie-talkie is him."

"Okay, let the police verify it."

Chen Lang opened the video recording list and grouped the footage before and after the label change with the communication recording into the same record.

The seventeen seconds he spent walking over to change direction were also inside.

Shen Qingci checked it once.

"Let's send this to the officer from this morning as well. We altered the fabric, so we need to mention that too."

"Don't worry, there's no leak."

In the channel, the person in the baseball cap was still explaining.

"The first two were correct, but who knew the last one would be..."

"Shut up."

Another male voice interrupted, a man in a baseball cap holding a walkie-talkie swallowing the rest of his words.

"Who gave you permission to chase after her?"

The man in the windproof jacket stepped aside and didn't come any closer.

"Hey Blackie, we've lost track of him, we need to..."

"The people at the east entrance should evacuate."

The man interrupted, pausing for two seconds.

"Stop focusing on the red markers. Notify the authorities at the city gate to switch to Plan B."

Shen Qingci's pen stopped after the two characters "city tower".

The man in the windproof jacket couldn't help but ask, "What Plan B?"

"Just focus on picking people up and ask fewer questions."

Communication was interrupted, leaving only electrical noise.

Chen Lang chuckled.

"Plan B. Let him take these two out first."

He sent the complete record to the officer who received the call and whispered to Titan to continue keeping an eye on the direction of the city wall.

Shen Qingci had to put the pen cap on twice before it was properly fastened.

Chen Lang took the oil paper bag from her hand and folded the rain-soaked corners inside.

She looked up and asked, "You can still laugh?"

"Then I'll share your sorrow?"

He opened the umbrella and shook off the water that had accumulated along its edge.

"Besides, they don't even know what they're supposed to do yet, so let's not make any rash decisions."

Shen Qingci ignored the joke and turned back to the page she had just memorized.

"He said 'to pick someone up.' There must have been other people arranged at the city gate, but we don't even know what they're going to do."

Chen Lang stopped laughing and pointed to the duty station.

"Well, so I won't go for now."

She looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a police officer holding a phone inside the glass door.

"Let's go find the police first and tell them what just happened," Chen Lang said. "Let's find out the details first, no need to rush over there."

Shen Qingci pulled the tent back to his waist and stepped under the umbrella.

"You're the same. Don't just talk about it to me and then go do it yourself."

"I'll go in with you, I won't run off anywhere, okay?"

She reached out and grasped the bottom of the umbrella handle, pushing it between the two of them.

Chen Lang lowered his head, his left shoulder already back inside the edge of the umbrella.

"What, worried I'll get wet again?"

"These clothes are brand new, can't you be a little more considerate?"

Shen Qingci didn't let go, and together they stepped down the stairs and walked towards the duty station.