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Shen Binghan had known Ye Chenfeng for quite a while, but he had only been acquainted with the two police officers in front of him for less than half an hour. He was certain, without a doubt, that Ye Chenfeng's surname was indeed Ye.
As for their relationship, it was something that could not be fully explained in a lifetime.
The two police officers stared at Shen Binghan, captivated by his words as they held skewers of barbecue in their hands. They found this Little Monk to be surprisingly mature for his age. Shen Binghan watched as they bit into their skewers, casually digging at his ears and then, with astonishing speed, snatched the skewer from Liu Wen's hand.
Shen Binghan stood up with his hands pressed together. "Amitabha, this flavor is magnificent." He laughed heartily, raised his cup, and drank it all in one go. Still feeling the heat, he grabbed a paper towel from the table and wiped his tongue.
"You can't handle spicy food? Aren't you from Sichuan?" Zhang Yong asked, trying to maintain a serious expression despite finding the situation amusing.
"Amitabha, I am from Sichuan, but I am also not from Sichuan. My most genuine address is Earthling," Shen Binghan replied.
Liu Wen realized he wasn't going to get any useful information from Shen Binghan. One child was anxiously waiting outside while the other paced nervously inside. It would be better to just let them go.
Ye Chenfeng was growing impatient, unsure of what these people intended to do with them. When he saw Shen Binghan and Liu Wen come out, he couldn't contain his excitement and asked, "Did my grandmother come?"
"Your grandmother didn't come; she sent me to pick you up," Shen Binghan said seriously without a hint of a smile.
Ye Chenfeng couldn't tell if he was joking or serious but followed Shen Binghan outside with some skepticism.
As they stepped out, Liu Wen used his phone to take a side profile shot of Ye Chenfeng. He wanted to send the video to his family to see if they could identify him as the missing Su Bei.
From every angle—side, front, and back—Liu Wen thought Ye Chenfeng resembled the child who had gone missing in their neighborhood.
What would happen when he sent the video to his family and stirred up a commotion was a matter for another time.
For now, Shen Binghan was determined to help the beautiful woman he had never met before. He had seen her mother on television crying for her daughter, who had lost her freedom due to some supernatural mischief and might even face life imprisonment.
Little Monk Shen Binghan had listened to Ye Chenfeng talk about many things unseen and unheard on the mountain. Although he didn't fully grasp the concept of life imprisonment, he understood it wasn't a good thing at all.
As they walked for a while, Ye Chenfeng pondered a question: they still didn't know the woman's home address.
Shen Binghan took out a small, fragrant, and exquisitely designed piece of paper. "Can this help us find her home address?"
Business cards were no longer rare in this era, but for Shen Binghan, it was quite a novelty. He recognized the name "Ma Yan" printed on the card.
In addition to "Ma Yan," there was also a line that read, "Urban Modernism, Fashionable Hand Massage."
Ye Chenfeng took the card and thought to himself, Wow! Little Monk is surprisingly bold, managing to hook up with a massage girl. However, he maintained a composed exterior and gave Shen Binghan a thumbs-up. "You have potential; life is all about enjoyment. With this card, you can go enjoy yourself. As for helping others, leave that to me."
"Enjoy?" Shen Binghan was confused.
Ye Chenfeng shoved the card into Shen Binghan's hand. "Just call the number on this card, and you'll understand what I mean."
"Will we be able to find the beautiful woman?" Shen Binghan was thinking about the wronged beauty's mother.
"Yes."
"Then let's go." Shen Binghan walked quickly, and Ye Chenfeng had to quicken his pace to keep up.
They arrived at a phone booth but faced another dilemma: they were short on cash, and the IP phone required payment. In the past, Ye Chenfeng wouldn't have thought twice about spending money without concern, but now his pockets were empty—he couldn't even scrape together two coins.
The most straightforward solution was to walk to the address on the card in hopes of finding Ma Yan. They hoped that Ma Yan could help them navigate through tonight's awkward situation and assist them in locating the beautiful woman's daughter.
After winding through several streets and walking for quite some time, they seemed to have returned to the county bus station. However, a large iron lock secured the gate; they couldn't get in and had to take a detour to find Ma Yan's shop based on the business card.
There’s no difficulty in the world that a determined person cannot overcome; as long as they had an actual address, finding it shouldn't be too hard. The problem was that when they finally located it, they found it closed for business. The two could only stare blankly at the unresponsive roll-up door.
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck from the heavens. Just when the two of them were staring blankly at each other, unsure of what to do next, a cry for help echoed from another direction: "Help..."
Shen Binghan had the keenest hearing. Upon catching the sound of distress, his ears perked up, and he quickly dashed toward the source of the cry, prompting Ye Chenfeng to follow suit, albeit reluctantly.
Unfortunately, they were a moment too late. By the time they arrived, they found a woman curled up on the ground, trembling and struggling to stand, as if she had twisted her ankle. Under the dim glow of the streetlight, Ye Chenfeng noticed that her clothing was disheveled. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't that her clothes were in disarray; rather, they were simply too short. Her navel was exposed, and beneath her hot pants was a pert backside that caught his attention—he couldn't help but notice even more from behind.
Shen Binghan felt a sense of familiarity with the woman. Taking a step closer, he was taken aback and clasped his hands together in greeting: "Amitabha, Benefactor, what happened?"
Ye Chenfeng quickly pieced things together; the woman before them, dressed provocatively and evidently harmed to some extent, was none other than Ma Yan—the owner of the business card.
Ma Yan recognized Little Monk's voice and exclaimed in surprise, "Little Master, is that you?"
Shen Binghan nodded and explained that they were looking for someone.
Ma Yan immediately assured them that it wouldn't be a problem.
Ye Chenfeng was puzzled about what had just happened to Ma Yan and why she had cried for help.
Shen Binghan shared his curiosity as well.
However, Ma Yan seemed unwilling to disclose any details. She simply changed the subject and asked what kind of person they were looking for. Then she led them into a narrow alleyway. In the dim light, Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but notice how enticing Ma Yan's figure was as she walked ahead of him.
Shen Binghan observed this too and quietly compared her to the women his master usually entertained. This one was truly top-notch. If Old Man saw her, he would surely find a way to win her over.
The master had quite the knack for dealing with women; regardless of their age, he could charm them all without leaving a trace behind—provided they were willing. Each time those lonely women approached him with doubts in their hearts, they would leave joyfully afterward. Later on, they would even come back with gifts to thank him, claiming that his talismans worked wonders; just applying one and drinking it with water guaranteed success.
Ma Yan was sharing a rental apartment with someone else.
When they entered the room, the sound of mahjong clattering filled the air. The floor was littered with sunflower seed shells, and several women of varying shapes turned to look at Ye Chenfeng and Shen Binghan as they walked in. In unison, they set down their mahjong tiles, straightened their impressive figures, and headed straight for the two young men at the door.
"Hey, Ma Yan, you really did well! After a big meal, you even brought back two handsome boys for us," one of them called out.
Seeing them strut over with confidence made Ye Chenfeng gulp nervously, his palms sweating. He glanced at each face for half a second; every one of them was beautiful, adorned with delicate makeup that was subtle yet exquisite.
One tall woman approached Ye Chenfeng directly, deliberately swaying her hips as she brushed against him. With her slender fingers, she quickly grabbed his backside. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through him; he had never experienced such bold and alluring advances from women before.
Shen Binghan smiled slightly, his gaze assessing the woman who had teased Ye Chenfeng. His eyes were sharp, reminiscent of a hunter sizing up its prey, piercing right through to the core.
"Alright, ladies, they're my guests. Don't scare them off. Besides, they're both still virgins; you can't play with them," Shen Binghan said.
"Virgins..."
Ye Chenfeng noticed the flicker of surprise in the women's eyes, akin to how a fox would react upon spotting a tempting morsel.
His heart raced as he leaned closer to Shen Binghan and whispered, "We seem to have fallen into a spider's web."
Shen Binghan didn't laugh; instead, he reached out and playfully pinched the woman who was closest to him. Her lips were painted a deep red, resembling blood. She gently removed his hand and said, "Ma Yan said you're her guests. A rabbit doesn't eat grass near its burrow; we have principles."
After enough teasing, the group dispersed to freshen up and get some rest.
Ye Chenfeng, Shen Binghan, and Ma Yan entered a room that belonged to her private space.
It has always been known that men are not particularly tidy, especially when it comes to the nests of single men; it was an absolute mess.
Ye Chenfeng and Shen Binghan entered Ma Yan's place, and at first glance, it was a complete mess.
The floor was littered with her bras in black, red, and floral patterns. The bed was also a disaster, with black stockings, nude tights, and panties scattered everywhere. Even the trash can was overflowing with crumpled paper.
Seeing the crumpled paper made Ye Chenfeng feel nauseous.
He didn't want to stay in this cramped space for even a minute longer, so he stepped outside.
Shen Binghan noticed Ye Chenfeng leaving and wanted to follow him out as well.
Ma Yan rummaged through the room for a while before pulling out a mini computer. She wiped it off and smiled sheepishly, saying, "This is my personal item. I hid it to prevent them from finding it and breaking it."
Ye Chenfeng sat on the sofa outside, surrounded by sunflower seed shells, and the air was thick with the scent of makeup. Suddenly, he felt the urge to use the restroom and got up to find it.
Shen Binghan watched as Ma Yan took out her computer and began searching for something on Baidu.
A scream suddenly pierced through the air from inside.
As Ma Yan clicked on Baidu News, she heard the scream and realized Shen Binghan was missing. She hurriedly rushed out.
It was utterly embarrassing.
Ye Chenfeng stood there, his face flushed. A woman—just moments ago she had been teasing them—was now in her underwear, wearing a black bra that contrasted sharply with her pale skin. She poked his forehead with her finger and exclaimed, "I was in the bathroom! He barged in without knocking and scared me so much that my phone fell into the toilet!"
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