Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 104 The Detective Squad Prepares for Action

The three women became increasingly curious and restless as they thought about it.

"Guan Gu, then tell me, what exactly are these so-called 'various reasons'?" Mei Jia asked anxiously.

Guan Gu shrugged: "I'm just reasoning, not fortune-telling. We haven't even seen this girl's face, how could we possibly know the reason?"

"That's true." The three women were all somewhat disappointed.

Guan Gu changed the subject: "However, if this person can make Zhanbo keep it a secret from us, it must be because of her looks, figure, job, family, relationships, identity, and age."

"Since Yifei said she's a little girl, the age difference between the two shouldn't be too big, so the age issue can be ignored."

"That makes sense," Wanyu murmured to herself. "Then which one is it?"

Mika had a sudden inspiration: "I have a bold idea..."

As Meijia spoke, the sofa began to collapse, the wall turned into a jumble of data and eventually disappeared, and the solid wood floor of 3602 was also blasted open piece by piece, revealing the most ordinary cement texture.

A huge cinema rose up not far away, and the noise of the passing crowds was so loud that it hurt other people's ears.

Countless dazzling changes happened in the blink of an eye, and the group of 3602 felt as if they were already at the entrance of the movie theater.

Zhanbo, dressed in a suit and tie, holding flowers, was waiting anxiously.

[Wanyu, her face flushed with jealousy: Zhanbo looks so handsome tonight.]

[Mika whispered: Shh, the main event is coming.]

Following Zhanbo's ecstatic gaze, everyone saw a stretched Lincoln slowly pull up in front of the cinema. The rear door slowly opened, and out came a... pig's trotter?

The group quickly rubbed their eyes. It turned out that a tank girl, over two meters tall and weighing over 300 kilograms, was hopping and skipping towards Zhanbo.

As the tank girl ran, each step she took caused the ground to tremble. Amidst the earth shaking, Wan Yu and the others seemed to see the earth gradually cracking open.

"Baby!" the tank girl shouted at Zhanbo, her voice as rough as a mountain collapsing and as loud as rolling thunder.

Zhanbo, however, was completely unaware of what was happening. He happily went up to greet him and called out sweetly.

"sweetheart!"

The next moment, the two embraced tightly, and Zhanbo, a man over 1.8 meters tall, seemed to be melted into a writhing mass of flesh.

"Ugh..." The three of them, except for Mika, gagged in unison, and the hallucination in their minds instantly vanished.

"Sister Meijia, your idea isn't just bold, it's downright monstrous, ugh..." Curry Sauce leaned back on the sofa and dry heaved.

"This is just normal reasoning," Mika said, pulling out a lollipop and putting it in her mouth. She mumbled, "Don't you guys think about it? If Zhanbo really kept it a secret from us because of the girl's looks and figure, then it would only be possible in the situation I just described."

Wan Yu patted her chest lightly and waved her hand weakly, saying, "Meijia, I don't think it's a matter of looks or figure. Zhanbo isn't that superficial."

Guan Gu spat several times, as if the dust kicked up by the Tank Girl running still lingered in his mouth: "Mika, with your idea... you should just say goodbye to intellectual activities like detective reasoning."

Mika retorted, unconvinced, "Then tell me your thoughts."

"I do have one that's not so outrageous." Curry Sauce snapped his fingers, and everyone returned to the theater entrance.

Zhanbo, dressed in a suit and tie, holding flowers, was waiting anxiously.

only……

[Wanyu: Why is Zhanbo so greasy?]

[Curry Sauce: Sorry, sorry, these were all based on Meijia's wildly accurate predictions. I haven't quite recovered yet. I'll correct them right away.]

Soon, a look of delight appeared on Zhanbo's face, now completely transformed. Everyone followed their gaze and saw a girl wrapped up like a dumpling, wearing a mask and sunglasses, running over and gently taking Zhanbo's arm.

"I'm sorry, darling, for keeping you waiting."

Zhanbo grinned slyly: "Nothing of the sort. It's never too late to wait for you."

[Meijia: Is Zhanbo... possessed by Lu Ziqiao?]

[Curry Sauce: Fantasy, all of this is fantasy. Pay attention, the main event is coming.]

The girl with the rice dumpling in her hair said in a low voice, "It's all my husband's and three ex-husbands' fault for insisting on asking me who the father of my child is. In order to come and watch the movie with you, I had to ask my eight boyfriends to accompany the four of them and the child to do a paternity test."

"Honey, you're not angry, are you?"

Zhanbo grinned mischievously: "If you're willing to tell me again who your true love is, I won't be angry."

The girl with the rice dumpling-shaped hairpin said sweetly, "Of course it's you, Zhanbo. They are just my husband, ex-husband, and boyfriend... and maybe even the father of a child in between."

"But no matter what, you are the only one I love."

"Good girl..." Zhanbo and the girl with the rice dumpling walked into the movie theater together, all lovey-dovey.

The illusion shattered, leaving only Wan Yu, Mei Jia, and Guangu like petrified statues.

"Oh my god!" Meijia murmured to herself, her husband, ex-husband, boyfriends, the father of her children, and Zhanbo, her dear.

"Does this woman's family own a shipyard? She has so many ships at her feet!"

"If she didn't have a split, she wouldn't be able to hold onto so many boats." Wan Yu was also stunned and her body swayed. "Curry, your idea isn't much better than Mei Jia's. Besides, Zhan Bo smells too strongly of Zi Qiao."

"This isn't my fault. Blame it on the fact that out of the five men in this apartment, only Brother Ziqiao is into women, so I had no choice but to copy his template."

Guan Gu was so surprised he almost couldn't close his mouth: "Curry Sauce, your idea...did you secretly look at something inappropriate?"

Curry Sauce waved her hands repeatedly: "I didn't. I've never touched any of the local specialties on your computer."

"What?!" Guan Gu exclaimed in surprise, "It was when you signed up for the Mandarin test last time... Iya da! (How annoying!)"

"Local specialties?" Wan Yu looked confused. "How could there be any local specialties on a computer?"

Meijia whispered to Wanyu, "You forgot, Guan Gu is Japanese."

"That's a Japanese specialty... Oh..." Wan Yu blushed.

Guan Gu forced himself to remain calm: "Let's put aside these unimportant questions for now. If everyone were to think like you guys, what would be the point of having detectives?"

"Alright, Detective, what do you suggest we do?" Wanyu asked politely.

"Let me think... Curry Sauce, has Zhanbo already set off?"

Curry Sauce nodded: "Zhanbo said he needed to rush to pick up flowers and book a restaurant, he should have already left."

"Flowers? And a restaurant reservation?" Wan Yu clenched her fist. "The last time he took me out for a candlelight dinner, we ate at home, and the steak was absolutely awful!"

"Calm down, that steak was definitely made by Yifei. You should be glad that steak can't hide hair and wire like fried rice," Meijia said, suppressing a laugh.

Curry Sauce clapped her hands: "Now that Zhanbo has left, can we just go ask Sister Yifei?"

Guan Gu immediately rejected the idea, saying, "Absolutely not. Do you think Yi Fei is on our side or Zhan Bo's side? If we rashly ask her like this, we'll not only get lies, but we'll also alert her."

"So now we can only begin the subsequent reasoning and find out the truth by going to see this girl in person."

Although Wanyu was the first to suggest going to see who this girl was, she hesitated when the time came: "Isn't that a bad idea? It's possible that Zhanbo just found someone to watch the movie with, and we're just overthinking it."

"Even if he really is hiding something, that's his own business, and we don't need to dig into it."

Meijia was stunned: "Wanyu, you've piqued everyone's curiosity, and you're actually thinking of running away at the last minute?"

"Exactly." Guan Gu also looked displeased. "Wan Yu, how dare you question my reasoning."

"I'm not deserting my post, I just think it might not be as outrageous as we imagine."

"Even if it's not as outrageous as we imagine, Zhanbo is getting his hair and makeup done, and he's asking for flowers and booking a restaurant. Do you think he just wants to find someone to watch an educational film?"

Wan Yu's expression froze.

"The most important thing is never how to get a girl into the movie theater, but how to make her so happy tonight that she doesn't want to go home," Curry Sauce repeated Zi Qiao's words with a sudden realization.

"Curry, let's go! Let's set off now!"

Wan Yu said angrily.

"Wait a minute," Guan Gu called out to Wan Yu, "Are you going empty-handed like this?"

"What else should we bring? A spiked club?"

"So you're planning to stand in front of Zhanbo and that girl and confront them directly?"

Wan Yu and Curry Sauce exchanged a glance and quickly shook their heads.

The mere thought of this scenario made them both feel awkward. If there were some unspeakable secret, that would be fine, but if it was just a misunderstanding, wouldn't that make them seem too gossipy?

"Guan Gu is right. We should bring some tools with us, such as binoculars and walkie-talkies," Wan Yu said.

"But at this time, by the time we slowly figure out what tools we need and gather them together, Zhanbo will have already finished watching the movie and we don't even know where he is."

"Hahahaha..." Guan Gu burst into laughter.

He gently adjusted his glasses, a glint of intelligence flashing in his eyes: "Looks like my detective toolbox will finally have its day to return."

"Detective... toolbox?" The three were puzzled.

Guan Gu turned on the power switch of the high-tech wheelchair and slowly maneuvered it towards his room.

He didn't keep the three of them waiting for long. Soon, Guan Gu returned to the living room in his wheelchair, carrying a box covered with a yellow cloth.

"Everyone, the detective toolbox is here!"

Guan Gu unveiled the yellow cloth, and the three of them couldn't help but exclaim in admiration as they looked at the steampunk-style box in front of them.

Wow.

Here it comes!

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