The night of the 14th came unusually fast.

Stepping on the familiar No. 22 bus, He An felt that the tired day was finally coming to an end.

There is no way, He An never expected that his always ordinary and low-key self would become a legend today because of Su Ziqing's slap.

Before school ended, rumors about him had spread all over the world, some people said that He An was actually a wealthy son like Wencheng Temple, and some people said that He An made a move to stir up the affairs of the Xu family and Su Ziqing.

There are many kinds of rumors, and every lesson can be renovated once, and when he heard the version before school, he heard that he was a midnight nobleman, who stole Su Ziqing's heart and abandoned her.

These rumors were made up so that even Lin Junming's eyes were not quite right when he looked at He An.

He An also thought it was funny, and the people in the school also had amazing brain circuits, so if they really cared about this matter, they came directly to ask the person concerned if it was not good.

Thinking of this, He An couldn't help but sigh.

Trapped by these rumors, he is even more afraid to go to Yuehua now, if others find out about his relationship with Yuehua, God knows what this rumor will be spread.

With the steady movement of the No. 22 bus, He An finally realized that there was no Yuehua in this crowded bus.

So he lowered his head and drifted in the darkness.

The scenery outside the car window is strange, and most of the passengers in the car are commuters returning from the evening rush hour.

Sandwiched between the crowd of suits and leather shoes, He An suddenly felt that the world was both familiar and strange.

Without the quarrel with the night, he realized that the lonely time was so difficult.

When No. 22 Road drove into the city library station, a group of passengers poured into the originally crowded car.

He An had no choice but to follow the crowd to the back door to stay.

Looking at this city map station that checks in every week, He An is even more unspeakably lonely.

He was in a lot of thoughts when he suddenly heard a noise at the front of the carriage, as if someone was shouting something, attracting the surrounding passengers to turn their heads to look.

At first, He An didn't intend to pay attention to these things, but when he heard the man's words clearly, he was so frightened that he almost jumped out of the car on the spot.

Just listening to the front row of the carriage, near the door, a middle-aged man said to the people around him in a deep voice:

"Hello passengers, I'm Inspector Ma Kui, this is my ID, have you seen the young man in the photo yesterday, his name is Wu Anguo......"

He An turned his head slowly and cautiously looked towards the front door of the car.

Because the crowd was too close, He An couldn't see the specific appearance of the detective, but from his follow-up words, he knew that the detective was holding Wu Anguo's photo to confirm it to the passengers in the carriage in turn.

How so?

According to He An's guess, the escape system should properly handle the information about the vanquished.

Because if the system fails to process this information, the world will be in chaos based on the scale and frequency of the system's competitions.

After all, hundreds of people mysteriously disappear at every turn, and there is no need for official involvement, and those non-governmental media alone can stir up these incidents.

But since the system has intervened, why is this detective still investigating Wu Anguo's affairs?

If the other person asks you for a while, how do you say it?

And if the other party really finds out that Wu Anguo's disappearance is related to him, then how should this matter be calculated.

When He An thought of this, he suddenly thought of something that made him very uneasy.

That is, Wu Anguo died in the hands of He An, although it was in the virtual world, but no matter what, he was the "murderer" who killed Wu Anguo.

And is it possible that Wu Anguo's body in the present world is also lying in that community, and He An's fingerprints are still on it!

He An thought about it, and felt more and more that it was difficult for him to get out of this matter.

He observed the movement in the carriage out of the corner of his eye, and saw that Ma Kui was questioning the passengers in the carriage one by one, and after a while, he had already asked a little half.

At this rate, I didn't wait for home, I'm afraid I'm going to ask myself.

He An felt that his heart was extremely nervous, since even the detective had been dispatched, could it be that they had already grasped some news about Wu Anguo.

The more He An thought about it, the more annoyed he became, watching the detective approach him step by step, he even planned to get off directly at the next stop.

But when the car drove into the station, He An gave up on this plan.

He was worried that if he got out of the car now, he would let himself enter the detective's sight.

Since it is still in the urban area, this is a station with more people getting on the bus and fewer people getting off the bus.

If he gets off the train rashly at this time, he will probably reveal himself at once, and if the detective is curious and finds out that he shouldn't have gotten off at this stop, then he will not be able to explain the matter.

Just as He An hesitated, the door slowly closed, and the car immediately drove to the next stop.

"Hello new passengers, I'm Inspector Ma Kui, this is my ID, have you seen this young man named Wu Anguo yesterday?"

Because there was a new group of passengers in the car, the detective only asked half of the questions before looking back to ask about the new passengers.

This made He An breathe a sigh of relief.

He An thought about it, but still felt that the top priority was to find out how well the police had mastered this matter.

If they just knew that Wu Anguo was missing, then He An was going to bite him to death and said that he didn't know, he believed that even the system that could take out the Holy Grail could not solve such a trivial matter.

The detective quickly finished questioning the passengers who got on the bus.

As the detective moved towards He Anfang again, He An's heart tightened again.

Seeing that the inspector was about to ask him, He An couldn't help but rise again and wanted to get out of the car in advance.

With a few people left and it was their turn, the car finally pulled into the station.

Trying to restrain his legs that wanted to step away, He An looked out of the car, but suddenly realized that he didn't need to panic.

Because the station that catches your eye is Ping'an Station.

Now the station is not only quietly empty, but also does not have any police seals.

This shows that the police have not yet realized that this is the first scene at the time of the crime!

And this is actually due to the measures taken by the escape system, He An still vaguely remembers that when he woke up from this corner, he could not see any traces of fighting.

Once he thought about it like this, He Anton felt a lot more relieved.

At this moment, this Inspector Ma Kui finally moved to He An's side.

The detective first greeted He An politely, and then asked about Wu Anguo.

"I don't know." He An hurriedly said, and then glanced at the photo handed by the detective.

It was a life photo, and Wu Anguo in the photo had short black hair that was upright and hearty, and there was a shy smile on his simple face.

It's very different from the impression he has now.

When the detective heard this familiar reply, he didn't say much, just looked up at He An in front of him again, then nodded, and began to ask the next passenger.

"Whew." Ten minutes later, He An, who finally got off at the station, breathed a long sigh of relief.

He suddenly remembered something, looked back, and saw that the inspector really didn't get out of the car, so he completely relieved himself and walked quickly in the direction of his community.