Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

A grand carnival is being held in the lobby of the art exhibition.

Everyone's hands were reaching out to grab the fluttering, gleaming banknotes in mid-air.

The little boy grabbed a banknote, held it by the edges with both hands, held it up to the light above, and then couldn't resist happily kissing it, praising it loudly to his mother beside him.

"Oh, Mom! This is the best art exhibition I've ever had in my life! Can I come again?"

"I want to stay here forever!!!"

The mother was busy grabbing and scooping, jumping up and down at the banknotes in mid-air, wishing she could instantly grow three heads and six arms.

She smiled when she heard her son's comment.

“Of course, of course, Mommy likes it too. Oh baby, this money isn’t suitable for you to keep. Give it to Mommy, and Mommy will save it for your tuition.”

The classic lines parents use to coax their children are universal across parallel universes.

The mother snatched the money from the little boy's hand before he could even enjoy it. He made a couple of uttering sounds, then burst into tears.

The gallery doors opened again, and sunlight streamed in from the corridor.

An Qin narrowed her gentle brown eyes as she noticed a ray of sunlight shining particularly far away.

After passing through the corridor and the lobby, the warm, gentle light finally shone on the giant painting in the lobby.

The light shone impartially on the heart held in the girl's hand.

The sunlight was so gentle that even the small crystal chandelier hanging in front of the painting paled in comparison.

It instantly bathed that heart in a gentle golden light.

An Qin burst into laughter.

Angels are wonderful, but don't forget that angels are brought to life by the God who created them.

She turned her head and looked up, seeing that Bai Weiran and Qin Ning's figures had already passed her by five or six steps. An Qin's smile deepened as she lifted her pinkish-white skirt and took light steps up the stairs to catch up with the figures in front of her.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Thank You for Helping Me

As night fell, the crowds at the gallery had completely dispersed.

The entire majestic gallery became like a monk in the night, solemn, dark, and serene.

Anqin walked down the corridor.

There were no lights in the corridor, only moonlight and streetlights shining in from the windows.

She walked through every corridor, every room, making her final checks alone and meticulously in the empty gallery.

With light steps and a slender figure, she had changed out of her pinkish-beige dress and was now dressed in a dark outfit, ready to be worn at a memorial service. She moved through the corridor like a quiet, silent ghost.

Finally, she walked into the lobby.

There were no lights in the lobby, only a beam of moonlight shining down from the courtyard.

She stood in the center of the lobby.

The surrounding scenery lit up from beneath her feet.

From night to day, from hustle and bustle to quietude to liveliness, it only takes a moment in her imagination.

A genius's visual memory is like the most intensely fragrant perfume extract; just a drop is enough to revive a hundred flowers.

Hundreds of audience members appeared in her memory without missing a single one, each with a different expression.

Wearing a silver-gray dress, with cat-like eyes, the charming young lady smiled smugly.

Anqin, however, turned her gaze to the staircase leading down from the second floor.

She watched the young man walk down the stairs.

The moment they walked past her, everyone vanished.

The world is now just her and him.

Bai Weiran's expressions, gestures, and every word he uttered flashed before An Qin's eyes.

…………

“We have plenty of money and intelligence. Who is she? Do we need someone like you, who is inferior to us in every way, to remind us?”

"You...dare...to...know? Who do you think you are?"

…………

"I believe everyone now understands who is right and who is wrong in today's events."

"Consider these as a gift for the opening day. Please enjoy them to the fullest."

Suddenly, banknotes filled the lobby like snowflakes.

An Qin immediately covered her mouth, narrowed her gentle brown eyes, and giggled.

She hopped forward a few steps and rushed into the flurry of flying banknotes.

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Bai Weiran stood on the rooftop, gazing at the crescent moon in the sky.

A gentle breeze was blowing through his hair.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then finally propped his forehead with one hand and combed his hair back.

In the end, they still made a move—

He had decided that he would never get entangled with An Qin again, nor did he intend to help her.

As a result, Cao Shuang, that bastard, has done a lot of harm.

He looked conflicted, buried his face in his hands for a long time, and finally raised his head expressionlessly.

Ah, I really want to work—

He could now beat a hundred Dong Zhengyuans with his bare hands.

I miss working overtime, I want to work overtime like crazy, until the early hours of the morning.

[I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower it to think about working overtime—a poem by Bai Weiran]

He sighed and took out his phone to play with it.

Click on the app icon.

From the moment you start this task, almost all of the app's functions become grayed out.

Not only is it impossible to contact customer service, but even the friend system is down.

He thought for a moment, then opened the chat with "Passing By Hero" and tried to send a message to Wu Ji.

The situation is the same as in each previous test.

His news started circulating widely.

He held his phone in one hand and tapped the railing with the other, frowning in deep thought.

Once you enter this world, there's no way to leave midway.

Moreover, world time will rewind.

If we only consider it from the perspective of the task itself, it's just a time-limited task.

Anqin is a tricky client who will never change her mind.

The two situations are contradictory.

In the past, the task was always about getting the person being tasked to wake up from their obsession with projecting their own trauma.

But Anqin's persistence—

Bai Weiran remained silent for a few seconds, put away his phone, patted the railing lightly with both hands, and turned to go downstairs.

As soon as the art exhibition closed, Qin Ning went to the lounge to relax.

Qin Ning dislikes cleaning up the mess after she does things.

She enjoys being involved in the planning process and loves to be a shining star in the process.

But once the show ended, Qin Ning lost her energy.

The cleanup is a long, arduous, and thankless process.

Miss Qin will go from being full of energy to being lazy, leaving the cleanup work to others.

He helped with part of the cleanup, leaving the rest to Anqin.

Judging by the time, it should be ready soon.

As he descended the narrow spiral staircase from the top floor, he saw a beam of clear moonlight shining down from above the courtyard, its gentle glow creating a hazy sense of mystery and solemnity.

He looked at the beam of moonlight and followed it down the path.

In the dimly lit lobby, where there were no lights and only moonlight, a slender figure was seen struggling.

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

—It's Anqin.

Dressed in black casual clothes, with a slender figure, she swayed leisurely in the dimly lit hall.

It's a little creepy, but also has an inexplicable cuteness.

Like a ghostly young girl who fears light, she hides during the day, timid and hesitant, but at night, when no one is around, she comes out to wander around.

No one is afraid of her, because she is more afraid of people than you are.

However, he didn't understand what she was grabbing.

There was nothing in the air in Bai Weiran's sight.

There wasn't even a single large fluttering moth, let alone a butterfly.

Bai Weiran stood there curiously for a while.

Anqin was not caught.