My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 106 - 91 Candlelight_2

Chapter 106: Chapter 91 Candlelight_2

So... does this have anything to do with the other party being murdered?

After living with "myself" for 18 years without any issues, why suddenly be murdered after being rejected by myself?

Without a doubt, this was yet another chain reaction caused by myself, this little butterfly...

So, the third question arises, why didn’t I receive Wang Zhao Ping’s call in the previous time-spaces?

Was Lu Kexin not dead, or was she dead but Wang Zhao Ping didn’t notify me?

Meng Lang, with a serious expression, wrote down the third key word in his notebook.

"Phone".

Immediately, he looked at Lu Kexin’s selfie and fell into deep thought.

Strictly speaking, this woman had nothing to do with me anymore; there was absolutely no need for me to do anything for her.

With so many murders happening every day around the world, even if I exhausted myself, how many could I save?

But this was a case of two lives in one body, Lu Kexin was pregnant, and my brother had raised the child for eighteen years...

Strictly speaking, could I possibly still be considered the child’s "godfather"?

Finding an excuse to act, Meng Lang picked up his phone.

But the cursor blinked in the input box for a long time and Meng Lang couldn’t type a word.

Back to the old problem, how do I explain my foreknowledge if I warn her now?

What if I can’t persuade the other party and the communication record ends up in the hands of the police... How would I explain my prescience?

Moreover, even if she avoids the fatal danger tonight, the murderer is still unscathed and lurking nearby; it’s merely a temporary fix.

This method has flaws!

However, fortunately, I’m no longer fighting alone.

On the chessboard of fate, I also have pawns at my disposal...

He picked up his phone and took a picture of the upper part of a photo in a book.

After carefully inspecting it to ensure that no "sensitive information" such as police or police cars appeared, Meng Lang sent the photo directly to Wang Zhao Ping.

When in trouble, of course, it’s time to call the PAW Patrol!

Archie: [???]

Soon, Wang Zhao Ping sent over three question marks.

Meng said: [Got a lead, location is in the suburbs, near the unfinished building in the photo, that’s their meeting spot.]

Archie: [Really? (⊙o⊙)]

Meng said: [Ninety percent sure! The deal time is tonight between 10 PM and 12 AM!]

Archie: [You even got the transaction time? Man, you’re incredible!]

Meng said: [Just average.]

After a while, Wang Zhao Ping sent another message.

Archie: [Found it, the place is desolate, indeed a suitable spot for the transaction, brother, relax, I’m organizing personnel to stake out!]

Meng Lang sent back an encouraging emoji.

Meng said: [By the way, I have a question, did you come up with your WeChat nickname yourself?]

Archie: [No, my son made me change it to this recently, insisted on it saying this was his favorite character.]

Meng said: [Hmm... Captain Wang usually must not have much time to spend with his kids, right?]

Archie: [Sigh! Starting work early and returning late, sometimes I’m away from home for several days, I rarely spend time with the kids, how did you know?]

Meng said: [Just a guess, sigh! Such are the woes of parents everywhere.]

Archie: [You missed a character.]

Meng said: [...]

Putting down his phone, Meng Lang sighed deeply.

This is all the help I can offer.

...

Room 302.

Meng Lang sat at the dining table, constantly glancing around.

"What’s up? What are you looking for?" Lin Haitang across the table asked curiously.

Looking for candles.

"Cough! Nothing, tonight... is pretty normal, huh?" Meng Lang chuckled awkwardly.

"Otherwise?" Lin Haitang looked at him strangely.

Yes, everything was very normal.

The dinner was deliciously normal, Lin Haitang was as majestic as a pyramid, there was no wine, no candles, everything seemed just as it always was...

But where were the candles?

Could it be that the guy who fell in love used an imagistic narrative technique?

All my hopes in vain... Cough!

All those brain cells lost in vain.

Be realistic, can’t you be a bit more realistic, man!

Lives are at stake and you’re being sentimental?!

But speaking of which, not everything was normal today; at least two things were unusual.

"Why didn’t Yan Weiwei come today?"

Meng Lang stuffed a piece of pickled cucumber into his mouth, crunching it loudly.

"Weiwei said she had something on and wouldn’t come over tonight," Lin Haitang said.

"Odd."

Meng Lang shook his head, then suddenly pointed with a strange expression at Lin Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the sofa holding a small bowl, watching TV and eating rice.

"What’s with this?"

"Oh, there’s supposed to be a children’s drama performance organized by her class, Xiaoyu seems quite keen on it, saying she wanted to learn more from the experience."

"A child’s drama?" Meng Lang looked at what was playing on TV, indeed it was an adult version of a "Cinderella" play.

Watching Xiaoyu solemnly focusing, Meng Lang couldn’t help but laugh.

"Typical Xiaoyu, always so serious in whatever she does."

"Hmm... actually, she usually isn’t this interested in class activities, I was a bit surprised too.

But being interested in performing isn’t a bad thing."

Lin Haitang smiled and didn’t really mind, just seeing it as a romantic inclination that every girl might have.

Interested in performing?

That sentence, however, struck a nerve with Meng Lang.

He looked at the intensely focused Xiaoyu, besides Lin Haitang’s issue, it was indeed rare for her to be so engaged in something.