Chapter 193 Nine out of ten men look like this

Chapter 193 Nine out of ten men look like this

At this moment, all of Yun Yang's senses were focused on that figure from behind.

The familiar height, the familiar build, and the slight swaying of his shoulders when he walks.

It's him!

It must be!

Yun Yang's heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat. She reached out and grabbed at the figure that was about to disappear through the door!

My fingertips touched the cool hem of my clothes.

She gripped it tightly.

"Li Yuan!"

The man paused, then slowly turned around.

What came into Yunyang's view was a completely unfamiliar face.

She had fair skin, wore delicate eyeliner, and had a layer of glossy lip gloss on her lips.

The man was startled when he saw Yun Yang's bloodshot eyes. He instinctively raised his delicate fingers and spoke in a high-pitched voice, full of fear and coquettishness.

"Who is it? Why are you grabbing people like that!"

Yun Yang was stunned.

It wasn't him.

This 1.9-meter-tall effeminate man is not Xiaoting.

The immense euphoria vanished in an instant.

A sense of loss and emptiness welled up in my chest, enough to devour a person.

How could I admit I was wrong?

Is it a problem with the eyes, or the brain?

Her fingers, which were gripping the hem of her clothes, loosened weakly.

My body swayed, my vision went black, and I almost couldn't stand up.

"Madam! Are you alright?"

The lobby manager rushed over quickly and caught her swaying body.

Yun Yang took a deep breath and steadied herself: "Thank you."

She paused, her cold gaze returning to Zhang Yang behind the counter.

"For your sake..."

Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat, but he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Should we just let this go for the manager's sake?

He twitched the corners of his mouth, about to say a few polite words.

Unexpectedly, Yun Yang spoke up again.

"Just fire him."

"After all, jobs are getting harder and harder to find these days. The sooner we fire him, the sooner he can find another one."

The manager's temples throbbed.

My goodness, I have such a lot of face!

Zhang Yang's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He stiffened his neck and sneered, "Who do you think you are? I'm a full-time employee of the bank. The bank can't fire me just because of one complaint!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yang wore an innocent and naive expression.

"Who said they were going to complain about you?"

She tilted her head, looked at the manager, and said slowly, "What I mean is, if he's not fired, I'll have to put the money in my account in another bank."

Upon hearing this, the manager broke out in a cold sweat.

The assets represented by this black card could shake the performance of not just a branch, but the entire head office.

He dared not hesitate any longer and repeatedly assured Yun Yang, "Madam, please rest assured! I will report this to my superiors immediately! I will definitely give you the most satisfactory answer!"

...

After leaving the bank, Yunyang took a taxi to the urban village.

After many twists and turns, in a narrow alley that could only accommodate one electric scooter at a time, we finally found the private detective agency that claimed to be the most reliable on the entire internet.

There wasn't even a house number; there was only a crooked dog's head painted on the door, which reminded Yunyang of Hamburger's mask.

Push open the door.

The inside is even smaller than it should be.

It's not even as big as her rented apartment.

A table, two chairs, and a jumble of odds and ends piled up in the corner.

Behind the table, a boy with a chestnut-shaped haircut was intently playing on his phone.

Hearing the noise, he looked up.

Their eyes met, and both of them froze.

Looking at that familiar face, Yun Yang blurted out, "It's you? Weren't you selling on the street this morning...?"

"Hey hey hey!"

The boy with the chestnut-shaped haircut suddenly stood up: "I wasn't selling anything! I was waiting for someone!"

He recognized Yunyang's canvas bag and instinctively shrank back.

But there was a wall behind him, leaving him nowhere to hide, so he could only watch her warily.

Yun Yang gave a blank "Oh," pulled out the chair opposite him, sat down, and took out stacks of cash she had just withdrawn from her canvas bag.

Yunyang slowly pulled two red banknotes from her purse and stuffed them back into her bag.

"Since you're not selling, give me back the two hundred yuan I gave you this morning."

"No, how can you be like this..."

Just as Hu Zhe was about to retort, he caught a glimpse of the striking words on her bag out of the corner of his eye.

He swallowed half of what he was about to say.

Never mind, it's only two hundred yuan.

"Okay, okay, consider it a discount for new customers!"

He sat down again: "Tell me, who do you want to investigate? Do you know their name or have a photo?"

Yun Yang shook her head.

"No, none of them."

"I only know her pen name."

As she spoke, she unlocked her phone, opened the author's profile, and handed it over.

Hu Zhe took the phone, glanced at the words "I am Sunny" on the screen, and unconsciously frowned slightly.

His gaze shifted from his phone back to Yun Yang, his eyes filled with an indescribable scrutiny and inquiry.

Yun Yang keenly noticed the subtle changes in his expression.

"What? Is it difficult?"

Hu Zhe seemed to suddenly come to his senses and waved his hand.

"No problem, it's a piece of cake."

He handed the phone back to Yunyang: "Get the final payment ready."

I will give you a reply within 24 hours.

"Take care, and don't bother seeing me off."

He has a psychological trauma related to mental illness, and he wouldn't have taken on Yunyang's job if he wasn't really short of money.

Yun Yang didn't move, and asked again.

"If I don't know the name but only know what the person looks like, is it still possible to find out?"

Hu Zhe raised an eyebrow: "What's your drawing skill level?"

Yun Yang thought for a moment and answered honestly, "I can draw ducks."

Hu Zhe's lips twitched: "It's okay if you don't know how. Technology is advanced now, there's AI."

As he spoke, he turned on his computer, the screen lit up, and the desktop featured a cute anime girl.

“Come on, what are his features? Let me ask Red Bean Bun.”

Li Yuan's face instantly appeared in Yun Yang's mind, every detail crystal clear.

Her voice unconsciously softened, carrying a gentleness she herself was unaware of.

"Sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, a sharply defined jawline, a sculpted face—handsome as a god..."

Hu Zhe paused in his typing.

"Oh, this is easy to find."

Without looking up, he said, "Open your phone now and download the app 'Yangshizi,' a brother app to Douxian Mantou. Nine out of ten of the men in it look like this."

Yun Yang: "..."

Thanks.

There was a connection between Yin and Yang.

She'll go back right now, immediately, and enroll in a sketching class to learn how to draw!

The moment Yun Yang left, Hu Zhe's playful smile vanished.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.

"Hey, Xiaoting."

His voice softened unconsciously, completely different from before.

"Do you remember the mentally ill person I told you about this morning who came from your neighborhood? She actually wants to see Tianqing."

"I don't know what she's trying to do. She's acting strangely and doesn't seem quite right."

He paused for a moment, his voice revealing a hint of weariness and helplessness.

"Anyway, I've already taken the money, and now the ICU is calling again to ask for payment..."

I don't know what the other person said.

Hu Zhe replied, "Okay, I'll tell the truth first and see how she reacts."

Night falls.

Yunyang received a message from Hu Zhe.

["I Am Sunny" has passed away.]

Bring the remaining payment tomorrow, and I'll give you her detailed information.