175: Chapter 175 Li Li Gets Hit by a Man?

In the morning, Li Li was licked awake by Xiao Chai.

Dog saliva covered half his face.

He rolled over, and Xiao Chai pounced on him again. Xiao Qian was lying nearby, its tail didn't even move, and its attitude was very clear.

It had nothing to do with it.

There was already movement downstairs.

Li Li washed his face and went downstairs. Shen Yu was standing in the entryway, wearing a backpack with a suitcase at his feet.

He turned his head back and forth, scanning the living room, the kitchen, the stairs, and the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Brother Li, is this where you all live?"

"Yeah."

Shen Yu swallowed hard.

"This living room is ten times bigger than my dormitory."

Li Li opened the refrigerator to get water and thought about it.

It was actually about that much.

Gu Zeyan had already circled the living room twice. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, with a professional smile on his face.

"The lighting here is good, suitable for filming a VLOG."

No one responded.

He added, "I mean, it's suitable for everyone to film together."

Cen Ye poked his head out from the kitchen.

"Alright, stop putting on a show at the window and come over for breakfast."

Gu Zeyan put away his smile and walked towards the dining table. Passing by Li Li, he nodded.

Li Li also nodded.

This person was much quieter at the villa than at the Fire Station.

Maybe it was because the cameras were closer.

Or maybe it was because Jiang Rumu was there.

Qi Wanyin entered last.

She didn't knock, just pushed the door open and greeted everyone.

Not overly warm, not cold.

Exactly fifteen seconds.

Yin Ruoying leaned on the sofa.

"Sister Yin, you certainly don't act like a stranger."

Qi Wanyin sat down at the dining table and picked up a slice of toast.

"I've spent twenty years getting to know people; I'm tired."

Yin Ruoying raised an eyebrow but didn't respond.

Han Xubai came over with coffee.

"So, what's the itinerary for today?"

Jiang Rumu came down the stairs.

She wore a white short-sleeved jacket over a black T-shirt, and her hair was tied up casually.

"We'll go to Hong Kong first. We'll wander around until the afternoon."

She picked up the car keys from the table.

"In the evening, Yin Ruoying and I will go to the Mandarin Oriental. Li Li will go to the airport. Everyone else is free to do as they please."

Shen Yu raised his hand.

"I want to go to the Mandarin Oriental too."

Jiang Rumu glanced at him.

Shen Yu put his hand down.

"Never mind."

Nine people, plus the Production Team photographers, in two commercial vehicles, got onto the cross-sea bridge.

In the car, Li Li scrolled through a message sent by Cheng Songyan in the early morning.

Cheng Songyan: [The technical team is still investigating. Don't overthink it.]

The previous message was still from last night.

[There are abnormal traces on the chassis of the main combustion vehicle.]

Li Li locked his phone screen.

Don't overthink it.

But it had been three times.

The driverless SUV at the Fire Station entrance.

The Wutong Mountain wildfire.

The electric vehicle fire at the mall.

Each time it was not far from him.

Each time there was a live stream.

When there are too many coincidences, it's not very polite.

After passing through the checkpoint, the air in Hong Kong felt much more stifling.

As soon as the commercial vehicle turned onto Nathan Road, Li Li saw a group of people gathered on the side of the road.

Mobile phones.

Selfie sticks.

Light boards.

There were even two older sisters holding up "Li Li in Mu" support signs.

The signs were very exquisite and even laminated.

Old Zhou turned back from the front row.

"Brother Li, someone intercepted the license plate number last night. Today's itinerary has been leaked."

Li Li closed his eyes.

Outside the car window, the crowd was still growing. The commercial vehicle pulled into the parking lot, and the exit was already blocked.

Security cleared the way, and the nine of them went around through the fire escape from the underground parking lot, walking up three floors to reach the ground level.

Shen Yu looked back at the crowd chasing them, his face a bit pale.

"Brother Li, how did they know we came out from here?"

Li Li scanned the area.

Not far away, there was a girl in a yellow jacket with her phone pointed directly at the fire escape exit.

Real-time live stream.

The efficiency of fans tracking locations was very high.

The difference was that they would hold up light boards.

By Victoria Harbour.

The nine of them stood by the railing, and they only filmed the scenery for three seconds.

Then they were surrounded.

A three-layer human wall.

The front row squatted, the middle row stood, and the back row held up their phones.

Security pushed out a gap.

Cen Ye squeezed out from the gap, his hat crooked.

"This is the first time I've felt like I'm famous."

Han Xubai followed behind.

"You're not famous. They're filming Li Li behind you."

Cen Ye turned around.

There were over twenty phones around Li Li.

Cen Ye straightened his hat.

"I take that back."

For the next few attractions, the situation was about the same.

As soon as the car stopped, the people were already there.

The Production Team's live stream feed was blocked several times, and the director switched camera angles three times before barely managing to capture the guests' faces.

The assistant director was sweating from anxiety.

"Can you make them step back a bit?"

The security guards were also tired.

"We made them back off, but they came back up again."

Wen Tang was pushed to the edge of the group, and her phone almost fell to the ground.

Fang Ruowei steadied her.

"Are you okay?"

Wen Tang nodded and didn't push forward.

Yin Ruoying walked over from behind.

A fan reached out to pull her for a photo.

She stopped.

"Hand."

The person immediately retracted it.

Qi Wanyin walked at the very back the whole time, her hat brim pulled low.

No one stopped her.

It wasn't that no one recognized her.

It was that she just didn't fit in with the lively atmosphere of the variety show.

At noon, the group hid in a narrow alley in Mong Kok.

Security blocked the alley entrance, and there were still fans on tiptoes looking in from outside.

The Production Team had a limited budget and couldn't afford a proper meal, so they finally chose a roadside cart noodle stall.

The tables were small.

Li Li, Cen Ye, Han Xubai, and Shen Yu squeezed at one table.

Jiang Rumu, Yin Ruoying, Qi Wanyin, Fang Ruowei, and Wen Tang squeezed at another table.

Gu Zeyan stood to the side holding his bowl, with no seat.

Cen Ye waved at him.

"Teacher Gu, come over and squat to eat."

The smile on Gu Zeyan's face paused for half a second.

Then he actually squatted down.

The cart noodles tasted good.

The curry fish balls were freshly fried, and the pork skin and radish were also well-flavored.

Li Li lined up to order.

The waitress's Mandarin was average, and her attitude was also average.

Li Li switched to Cantonese.

The auntie looked up at him, and her attitude changed immediately.

Cen Ye was anxious in the back.

"Brother Li, what did you just say?"

"Extra spicy."

"You know Cantonese too?"

"Basic skill."

The comments scrolled by.

[Is there anything Li Li can't do?]

[I suggest asking him what he can't do from now on]

[He's even eating cart noodles like a VIP]

Halfway through the meal, Shen Yu looked up.

"Brother Li, what time is your flight?"

"Six o'clock. Cathay Pacific."

Shen Yu's chopsticks stopped.

"First class?"

Li Li didn't answer.

Shen Yu glanced at Jiang Rumu's table and nodded.

"Got it."

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Parting ways.

Jiang Rumu had changed her clothes.

A deep red dress, hair put up, earrings changed to diamonds.

It only took her twenty minutes to switch from a variety show guest to a wealthy heiress.

Yin Ruoying had also changed her makeup.

A purple-black slip dress, tassel earrings, bright red lipstick.

The two stood at the alley entrance, and even the Production Team staff quieted down a bit.

Fang Ruowei asked Wen Tang in a low voice.

"Are we going to Causeway Bay tonight?"

Wen Tang nodded, not crowding over to Jiang Rumu's side.

Li Li pulled his hat brim low and pulled up his mask.

Jiang Rumu walked up to him.

"Message me when you arrive."

"Yeah."

"Eat something after you settle down in the capital. Don't mess with the airplane food. Cathay likes to hand out Haagen-Dazs; don't eat it, it's cold."

"Yeah."

Jiang Rumu paused.

"Can you change to a different word?"

Li Li thought about it.

"Received."

Jiang Rumu glared at him and turned to get in the car.

Yin Ruoying followed behind, lowering her voice as she passed Li Li.

"Do you know what she has bought for you since last night?"

Li Li didn't respond.

"Plane ticket, disinfectant wipes, medical tape, thermos, hand cream."

Li Li: "..."

Yin Ruoying looked at him.

"It's not just a koi fish you owe her, it's the entire aquarium."

Hong Kong Airport.

Cathay Pacific First Class Lounge.

Li Li found a corner and sat down.

He didn't take off his mask, and his hat brim was pulled very low.

There weren't many people in the lounge.

He took a sandwich and a cup of black coffee, and opened his phone to check Cheng Songyan's message.

The technical team hadn't reached a conclusion yet.

He took a bite of the sandwich, looked up, and scanned the room.

A habit.

Since returning from Dubai, every time he arrived at a new place, he would first count the exits, then count the people.

Two exits.

Eleven people.

No abnormalities for now.

He lowered his head and continued eating.

Just as he took the third bite, the back of his neck felt a bit numb.

Someone was watching him.

Li Li looked up.

Eight meters to the front right, a Caucasian young man was sitting there.

Twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Black-rimmed glasses, brown short hair, Gray Hoodie, jeans.

On the thin side, not looking very well.

The key was.

This person was blinking at him.

Not a normal blinking speed.

It was actually rhythmic.

Blink fast three times.

Pause.

Blink slow three times.

Pause.

Blink fast three times again.

The sandwich in Li Li's hand stopped.

Is this guy sick?

Or does he need something?

He looked away and lowered his head to drink coffee.

Ten seconds later, he looked up again.

The Caucasian was still blinking.

The rhythm hadn't changed.

Li Li felt uncomfortable all over.

A possibility popped into his head.

No way.

Hitting on him?

Hong Kong is open, he could understand that.

But hitting on someone in a First Class lounge by blinking? That style is a bit niche.

Li Li picked up his coffee and changed seats, facing away from that side.

The announcement sounded.

"CX890, flying to the capital, First Class passengers boarding first."

Li Li was the first to stand up.

He shoved the sandwich into his mouth, threw the coffee cup into the recycling bin, and grabbed his bag to leave.

His speed was very fast.

Almost like evacuating a fire scene.

Cathay Pacific 777A.

Six First Class seats.

Three in a row, two rows.

Li Li's seat was in the second row on the right, by the window.

The space was large.

The seat could be flattened, and the partition could also be completely closed.

He put his bag in the overhead bin, sat down, and pressed the seat adjustment.

Comfortable.

Jiang Rumu really didn't hold back when buying tickets.

This chair felt even steadier than the villa sofa when reclined.

Just as Li Li was about to close his eyes, his peripheral vision caught the boarding gate.

Gray Hoodie.

His eyelids flickered.

That Caucasian had come in.

Four more people followed behind.

Western faces.

Suits.

Short hair.

Sturdy builds.

Their shoulders didn't sway when they walked, and their steps were very uniform.

Trained.

The five of them filled the remaining five First Class seats.

The Caucasian young man sat in the middle of the first row.

After sitting down, he turned his head.

And started blinking again.

Blink fast three times.

Blink slow three times.

Blink fast three times.

A man next to him spoke something in English in a low voice, his tone very hard.

The Caucasian young man turned back.

The other four people scanned Li Li.

They only looked once.

Then they all looked away.

Normal passengers would pause for half a second longer when looking at someone.

These four people didn't.

They were confirming.

Once confirmed, they didn't waste any more movements.

Li Li leaned back in his chair.

He didn't move.

The plane hadn't taken off yet.

The space was enclosed.

Five people opposite him.

First Class was only so big; any movement would be magnified.

Making a move rashly wouldn't be worth it.

A flight attendant came over to check seatbelts.

The plane taxied.

Took off.

The engine sound drowned out the noise inside the cabin, and the aircraft lifted off.

Li Li reclined his seat and closed his eyes.

Jiang Rumu popped into his mind first.

The deep red dress.

The diamond earrings.

That eye roll before leaving.

Then Cheng Songyan's message.

Abnormal traces on the chassis of the main combustion vehicle.

Then the phone call from last night.

The day after tomorrow afternoon.

The Chief.

None of the three things were worry-free.

Yet, the first thing to pop back out was that Caucasian.

Blink fast three times.

Blink slow three times.

Blink fast three times.

Li Li opened his eyes abruptly.

Short.

Long.

Short.

Dot, dot, dot.

Dash, dash, dash.

Dot, dot, dot.

S.O.S.

This wasn't hitting on him.

This was Morse code.

The partition in the middle of the first row wasn't completely closed.

In the gap, a piece of the Gray Hoodie's sleeve was visible.

The cuff was rolled up a bit.

On the wrist, there were several red marks.