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Plainclothes officers arrived from the bridgehead, and the fleeing man suddenly turned around and paused.

Chen Lang had already handed the person in his hand to the police officer. He turned around and rushed to Shen Qingci in a few steps, grabbed the arm that was still trying to reach towards her, and pressed the person directly against the bridge pillar.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?"

The man's shoulders were gripped tightly, his face pressed against the cold, damp pillar, and he could no longer move.

Shen Qingci stood behind Chen Lang, her fingers gripping the notebook turning slightly white.

She only slowly let go of his hand after the police officers came and took him away.

The corner of the book was folded, and there was a white scratch on the cover made by a fingernail.

Chen Lang glanced down at it: "Captain, this ledger of yours is driving us crazy."

Stop patting yourself on the back.

She put the notebook back into her bag and bent down to pick up the lotus lantern that had fallen to the ground.

The lamp frame is even more crooked now, but thankfully it hasn't fallen apart.

The three people in the car were quickly subdued. Police subsequently found restraints, spray bottles, syringes, and several cell phones inside the vehicle.

One of the phones suddenly lit up, and a message popped up on the lock screen.

Plan B has failed; Ms. Shen should be transferred immediately.

Shen Qingci stood outside the car door and saw the words clearly.

"Since they couldn't get him on the shore, they wanted to get him directly into the car."

Chen Lang stood next to her, raised his hand to block her view, and prevented her from getting any closer to the car.

"Write this message down as well."

The police took photos as evidence and put the cell phone into the evidence bag.

Shen Qingci opened the notebook, slowly flattened the folded corners, and wrote a few entries on a new page.

The person who attacked the city gate has been apprehended.

The vehicle used for the pick-up on the covered bridge has been seized.

Blackie fled towards the teahouse.

The mastermind behind this has not yet been identified.

When she got to the last line, her pen stopped and didn't move for a long time.

Chen Lang didn't urge her.

Outside the bridge, a illuminated boat slowly passed by. The light from the water reflected on the car window, only to be blocked by the police officer closing the car door.

"Chen Lang".

"What's wrong?"

"They just said, 'Don't hurt me.'"

Shen Qingci looked at the restraints in the evidence bag, her voice very soft.

"Zhao Yulan used to say the same thing. She would take my phone, cancel my events, and decide who I should meet. She always said it was for my own good."

Chen Lang looked down at the red mark on her wrist.

"But you still got hurt."

Shen Qingci followed his gaze and glanced at him, then slowly pulled her sleeves open, no longer trying to conceal herself.

"I will also tell the police about this."

The police officer in charge came over and asked her if she felt unwell anywhere.

Shen Qingci shook her head and recounted the entire process of how she was captured.

After taking notes, the officer explained, "The people who committed the act at the scene have been apprehended. We will take the car and cell phones back for investigation. The contents of the spray bottle and syringe still need to be sent for testing; we cannot determine what they are yet."

"What about that message?" she asked.

"We will continue to investigate who sent it. However, based solely on the title 'Sister Zhao' and the transfer order, we cannot directly conclude that it was Zhao Yulan who arranged it."

"I know."

Shen Qingci closed the notebook.

"They also said, 'Don't hurt Miss Shen.' Please remember that this doesn't mean I agree to go with them."

The officer nodded: "Don't worry, we will record it exactly as you said it."

The officers checked the contact information with the two men again, reminded them to keep their phones accessible for the next few days, and then returned to their car to continue processing the scene.

The people at the bridge entrance slowly dispersed.

Chen Lang took the lotus lantern from Shen Qingci and tried to straighten the crooked wooden frame.

The embroidery thread stuck in the seam caught on his finger. He bent down and fiddled with it for a bit, when he suddenly heard her speak.

"I was actually quite scared just now."

Chen Lang stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.

"When the car door opened, I was afraid they would actually shove me inside," Shen Qingci said, looking at the bread truck. "I was also afraid that you wouldn't hear me before I even had a chance to call you."

"You called out, I heard you."

She nodded, but her shoulders remained tense.

Chen Lang placed the lamp on the stone railing beside him and opened his hand towards her.

"Show me your other hand."

"I'm fine, I'm not hurt."

"Let me see if you're not injured."

Shen Qingci reached out her hand.

The lamp handle left a red mark on her palm. Chen Lang made sure the skin wasn't broken before letting go.

"You did a good job blocking the light with that. And you let go quickly after being caught, no problem."

Shen Qingci raised her eyes: "Aren't you planning to give me a 'product testing report' this time?"

"I'm afraid you'll dock my pay again."

"You still know you get a salary?"

"Of course I know. If you keep withholding money like this, it won't be long before I'm the one paying you."

Shen Qingci lowered her head, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Chen Lang picked up the lotus lantern again and straightened the last crooked wooden strip.

The paper lamp was soaked by the rain, and the edges were all wrinkled. It didn't look as good as when it was first bought.

"It's still portable. As for whether it can be set on fire, that depends on its own efforts."

"I wasn't planning on ordering it in the first place."

"That's perfect, that saves us the money for candles. I'll pay you for fixing the light."

Shen Qingci took the lamp: "What do you need candles for?"

"Use it to pay off the ginger candy debt."

"don't want."

Chen Lang clicked his tongue: "Are you planning to keep accumulating more and more debts?"

Shen Qingci steadied the lotus lantern and finally stopped looking at the bread cart.

Several suspects have been taken away, and police are still checking the remaining items in the car.

She looked at it for a while, then took out her phone to confirm that her father's number was still in her recent calls.

Chen Lang neither dialed the number for her nor asked any further questions.

Shen Qingci sent a message to let the police know that everyone at the scene had been taken into custody, and then put her phone back in her bag.

"Is it okay if we stop here for tonight?" she asked.

"Can."

"Blackie hasn't been caught yet."

"We've already handed over the direction and footage to the police." Chen Lang looked at her. "Keep providing any new leads you have; there's no need to chase after them right now."

Shen Qingci looked out over the bridge.

All the lights on the long street were already on. The lantern vendor was rearranging the lantern stands that had been blown askew by the wind.

A little girl squatted in front of the stall, carefully picking out two rabbit lanterns, while her mother beside her did not urge her.

Shen Qingci stared at it for a long time.

Chen Lang followed her gaze: "Want to buy another one?"

"I won't buy it; this one is still usable."

"I said I was going to take a look, I didn't say I had to buy anything."

Shen Qingci turned her head away.

Chen Lang suddenly stood up straight, stretched out his hand towards her, palm facing up.

"What are you doing?"

"You are formally invited."

"Why did you invite me to do that?"

He stopped joking and looked at her seriously.

"Miss Shen Qingci, you've cooperated with the statement, provided the clues, and left your phone number."

"What should we do now?"

"Come with me to explore Fenghuang Ancient Town."

Shen Qingci paused for a few seconds, her gaze falling on his outstretched hand.

"Shall we go now?"

"Right now."

"What if someone else is watching?"

"The patrols are still nearby. I'll warn you if anything happens." Chen Lang gestured with his chin toward the brightly lit street. "We'll only go where there are many people, not into side alleys, and we won't chase anyone anymore."

She didn't immediately offer her hand.

"Where should we go shopping?"

"It's your decision."

"You can't just follow the guide."

"Fine, I won't comply."

Shen Qingci glanced at the notebook she had just put into her bag, then zipped it up again.

"We can't try to avoid them while turning shopping into a mission."

Chen Lang's hand was still in front of her.

"No business tonight, just going shopping."

The river breeze rustled the paper lamps, making a soft sound.

Shen Qingci finally raised her hand and placed it in his palm.

Chen Lang tightened his grip, deliberately avoiding the red mark on her wrist, holding her hand firmly.

The prayer beads slid down to the sides of their wrists and rested against their clasped hands.

"Let's go then."

"Where to?"

She looked up into the depths of the lights, her gaze settling on the small stall adorned with lanterns.

"Let's go look at the lights first."

Chen Lang led her down the stone steps: "Okay, Captain, you lead the way."

Shen Qingci didn't let go; with her other hand, she carried the repaired lotus lantern and walked with him to the stall.

"I won't remember the route this time."

"Sure, you can go wherever you want tonight."