Chapter 1241: Next Time, Certainly
Clack. The dice soon came to a stop, both facing six. Twelve points. The lucky number in the game.
“Whoa!”
“We win!”
“A miracle!”
“Yanyan’s amazing!”
As soon as Gao Yang entered Vermilion Bird’s room, he heard the cheers erupt outside.
Inside, warm light poured onto the desk from the desk lamp, illuminating the stack of files Vermilion Bird was studying. She was dressed in cozy pajamas with a pair of grey glasses perched on her nose and a fringe sticker putting up her bangs. She twirled a fountain pen in one hand while holding a mug with her other hand.
A blackboard was hung before the desk, covered in a collage of pictures and clues, like the setup for a private eye looking for a serial killer.
When she heard the door open, she said without turning around, “You play the game. I’m not joining to—”
“Xia Li,” Gao Yang called out.
After a pause, Vermilion Bird put away the fountain pen and mug and removed her glasses. She took a deep breath, stood up, and then turned to level Gao Yang with a serious stare. Under the dim light, the young man cut a sickly, melancholy figure—always ready to wander further like he had no home.