Chapter 24 Paper Doll

After sending Pan Tian away and returning to living alone, Gao Yi sat at his desk and carefully looked at the paper in his hand.

The black handwriting seemed to be written in ink, and the font was graceful and straight.

Even Gao Yi, a calligraphy layman, can tell at a glance that his level is not low.

But the problem now is obviously not the handwriting but the content.

[Noon, tea restaurant downstairs]

[Talk about your "heart-wrenching fog"]

A dozen simple words, but a huge amount of information.

Obviously, what Gao Yi was worried about before happened.

Although I don’t know how the other party learned about it, my identity as a “player” was obviously discovered.

"If someone wants to 'chat' with me like this, at least he shouldn't be an official person, otherwise he should come directly to my door..."

"For the same reason, it won't be an organized violent criminal gang."

Thinking about it, Gao Yi took out the notebook he carried with him and started to sort it out.

It’s not surprising to discover his identity as a player. Although the video was restricted at the time, it’s not surprising that someone with an intention discovered it.

The question is, how did the other party know where Gao Yi lived, and how did he know the name of the copy of [Heart of Deception].

"It's not because I've always been wearing the label of [Investigator] that I attract strange things..."

As he said this, Gao Yi opened his phone again and looked at the time.

【10:40 am】

The "tea restaurant downstairs" should refer to the one next door to the apartment. Gao Yi had eaten there once before.

To be honest, the taste was okay, but it really didn't suit my taste, so I never went back as a repeat customer.

With a deep sigh, Gao Yi put down the note with the message.

In any case, the visitor did not show any obvious malice, and at the same time sought dialogue in a way that allowed him to gain some initiative.

It is undoubtedly necessary for Gao Yi who is in a situation of extreme lack of information to try to communicate.

After making up his mind, Gao Yi thought about what preparations he needed to make.

But I can’t sleep anymore...

...

At eleven forty, Gao Yi came downstairs on time.

I said hello to the landlady who happened to be out to throw away the trash, and then walked straight to the "Gentleman's Tea Restaurant" next door.

With the mechanized "Welcome" from the electronic doorbell, Gao Yi walked into the store.

The entire restaurant is not too big and can accommodate ten sets of tables and chairs. Together with a hollow counter that allows you to see the kitchen at a glance, the entire interior layout is completed.

The decoration in the store is mainly green, which is objectively quite sophisticated and beautiful.

But to be honest, the intuitive feeling is that it doesn’t feel like a restaurant, but an art gallery with poor management.

Maybe this is also the reason why business is not good.

It's almost meal time, and there are only two groups of customers in the entire store.

Excluding the tired couple at the door, Gao Yi's eyes were quickly attracted to the man in the corner.

This is a feeling similar to intuition, and the words "that person is a player" are directly embedded in Gao Yi's mind.

Taking a deep breath, Gao Yi explained to the waiter that he was here to find someone, and then slowly walked towards the corner.

On the way, my mind moved slightly and I changed the label.

After thinking about it for a while, the labels I wear now become [Actor] and [Lao Lai]

Both can gain subtle advantages in direct communication and communication.

After sitting down in front of the opponent, Gao Yi had time to look at the player who suddenly appeared more carefully.

His face looked quite young, in his early twenties.

But what is inconsistent with this is that his clothes are quite weird, somewhere between "sophisticated" and "trendy".

It was obviously winter, but I was holding a paper fan in my hand, crossing my legs and fanning the wind slowly.

He is wearing a Chinese tunic suit, but the color is bright red, with two black lines drawing patterns along the buttons.

Wearing a pair of large round-framed sunglasses on his face, his expression could not be clearly seen, and with his meticulous back, he looked like a blind fortune teller.

There is a conspicuous black mole on the right side of his chin, which adds a sense of mystery to him.

Of course, these are not the strangest things.

Looking carefully, he saw that his fan was not fanning himself, but fanning the seat next to him.

And there, sitting there was a paper doll with blush painted on it - the kind that often appears in funeral supplies.

Of course, compared to those crude funeral items, the clothes and face of this paper doll are much more refined.

What's even weirder is that when Gao Yi approached and sat down, the paper doll was clearly turning its head. Watch him.

Like, it's alive.

Seeing Gao Yi sitting down opposite him, the man put away his fan, straightened up and said:

"Brother Gao Yi, I thought you would be a person with a very good sense of time!"

"Now that you know my name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

Gao Yi didn't ask any nonsense like "How do you know my name?"

The other party can come to your door, knowing the name is really nothing.

"Hahaha, it's my fault. My name is Zhao Qian."

The other party was not annoyed at all, he smiled, knocked the fan in his hand, and introduced himself.

After a while, Zhao Qian turned his right hand sideways and downwards, and pointed at the paper doll beside him:

"This is my daughter, Yiyi... Come to Yiyi and call her brother."

Before Gao Yi could finish digesting these words, the paper doll beside him actually tilted his head and said delicately:

"elder brother--"

After swallowing, Gao Yi decided to accept the title of "brother".

"So, what do you want from me?"

Determined not to worry about "why the paper man can talk" and "how did he give birth to such a daughter", Gao Yi returned to the topic.

"Hey, what I said is that we are all 'players'. We should communicate with each other and help each other. That's what we should do."

Zhao Qian adjusted his sunglasses and spoke briskly.

This statement is highly unbelievable in the literal sense.

It is better to believe that a stranger who suddenly appears has good intentions than to believe that Santa Claus will come out to rob banks to make money and then buy gifts for good children.

"Since you don't want to say it, why don't you let me guess."

Gao Yi supported his chin with one hand and leaned forward slightly, determined to dominate the conversation.

"Oh? Then you come and try?"

Zhao Qian, who was on the opposite side, seemed to be interested too. He touched the head of the paper doll on the side, leaned back and said.

Seeing this, Gao Yi was not polite and began to explain his reasoning.

"You know that I am a player, you know where I live, and you know my name. It's not surprising. The question is how do you know about [The Mist of Heart]."

"The player in the black hoodie I met last night was so panicked, but he still held on to the ticket because it was his only life-saving straw."

"And you know that what he has in his hands is the [Mist of Heart], and you know that the person who comes out of that script is worth meeting..."

Gao Yi looked directly at the other party and concluded without any fluctuation in his tone:

“That is, you know what level of play that ticket represents and who owns it.

"I guess you took out the tickets, right?"

"Ha..." Zhao Qian lowered his head slightly, letting his eyes peek out from above his sunglasses, and made real eye contact with Gao Yi for the first time:

"Brother Gao Yi, you are worthy of being the person who has cleared the [Holy Grail 5] dungeon."

He paused slightly and said the second half of the sentence:

"But you were wrong a little bit."

"Which point?"

"I didn't force the tickets on them. Everyone who entered was begging me to give them the tickets."

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