Zongman: The post-2D era

Suddenly, a rapid cry for help broke the tranquility of the night. Following the sound, I saw a young man desperately chasing a car thief, whose figure appeared and disappeared in the dim alleys.

Xiao Zuo's heart suddenly tightened, and an inexplicable force drove her forward. She was agile and caught up with the fleeing thief almost instantly.

Under the moonlight, her movements were extremely agile, and each move was precise and powerful, as if blessed by some kind of power. Finally, in a dead end, she successfully subdued the thief and pinned him to the ground.

The moonlight shone obliquely, and deep in the alley, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The blood-stained fruit knife; the figure of Xiao Sane falling down slowly while holding her abdomen; the fleeing car thief...

Amid the desperate call of a young man, Feng Feng looked at the scene in the photo in front of him, and countless questions arose in his mind.

"Xiao Sane is different from the original plot. She was accidentally killed by a car thief. In the original plot, didn't she send the car thief to a juvenile detention center?"

"Yukinoshita Haruno also had a lot of problems with the photo she tore up yesterday. Let me take another look."

The photo shows Yukinoshita Haruno in the office, and there is a flash of determination in Haruno's eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I have no choice."

Her slender fingers gently picked up the photo, which was a photo of her and Xiao Sane, and the picture was frozen in a moment of warmth and secrecy.

A complicated smile appeared on Yang Nai's lips, which contained both relief and determination.

The movements of her jade hands were swift and decisive, as if she was performing a silent ritual. With a force on her fingertips, the photo turned into pieces in her hands, dancing in the wind and finally scattered to the ground like memories forgotten by time.

"Yang No had no choice? She thought I could only rely on special photos to find the answer?"

Feng Feng snapped his fingers, stared at the photo and said in a deep voice: "I want to know why Yang Nai had no choice."

The scene in the photo changed again. The night was as dark as ink. When Xiao Sanei was confronting the thief, a strange wave surged out, the surrounding space was slightly distorted, and time stood still.

Yukinoshita Haruno had been standing by the roadside at some point, her face in the shadows as white as frost.

The picture in the photo is like a stuck video, unable to play forward any further.

Feng Feng held the photo tightly for a long time, touched the screen with his fingertips, and dialed Yukinoshita Haruno's number.

The phone rang from the other end, and each sound seemed to strike his heartstrings across the barrier of time and space.

He stared at Yang Noi's resolute and complex smile in the photo, and his eyes gradually became firm.

Soon, the phone was picked up, and Yang Nai's voice was cold and a little surprised: "Feng Feng? What's the matter?"

He took a deep breath, his voice was gentle but with irresistible power:

"Yang No, there are some things I need to discuss with you in person. Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together, at our old place, the small restaurant with the warm lights."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then a sigh came, as if with some kind of relief: "Okay, I will be there on time."

Feng Feng gently embedded the photo that carried countless mysteries into the innermost layer of the wallet, as if locking a past into a box of time.

He stood up and pulled the doorknob. The door hinge made a subtle but long creaking sound, as if it was heralding the upcoming confrontation.

It was deep autumn, and the street lamps on both sides of the street cast a soft, dim light, stretching his shadow long, which intertwined with the fallen leaves on the ground to form a quiet picture.

He strolled in the breeze, every step seemed unusually steady, but his heart was surging like the tide.

Arriving at the familiar little restaurant, the dim light shone through the half-closed curtains outside the door, exuding a warm and nostalgic atmosphere.

Feng Feng pushed open the door, and the bell rang softly, breaking the tranquility of the night. He walked straight to the reserved box, pushed open the door, and a warm current rushed over his face, mixed with the aroma of food, which made him feel warm.

In the restaurant's private room, soft light shines on the wooden table, giving this small space a warm golden hue.

The waiter gently pulled out a chair for Feng Feng, asked the number of people dining there, then stepped back and started serving the dishes after a short while.

On the table, the exquisite tableware was arranged meticulously, and all kinds of delicacies were steaming hot, with lingering aromas, making people salivate.

A plate of brightly colored steamed fish was placed in the center, with its eyes slightly bulging, as if still telling the story of the ocean;

Next to it, there is a plate of green seasonal vegetables mixed with special sauce, fresh and refreshing;

Not far away, a bowl of hot soup exudes an enticing aroma, with a few green chopped green onions floating on the surface, like a touch of spring in winter.

Feng Feng took a sip of the hot soup, but his eyes never left Yang Nai who had walked in and sat down.

He suddenly spoke, with a barely perceptible teasing in his tone: "Yang Nai, do you know that there is a kind of power in this world that can rewrite fate and reverse life and death? Do you want it?"

When Yang Noi heard this, his eyes moved slightly, and he was about to speak when the lights in the box suddenly flickered, and a light door appeared out of nowhere. Behind the door was the scene of the other world in "Re: Life in a Different World from Zero".

Feng Feng stood up and invited, "If you want it, why don't you follow me into this alien world and get it yourself?"

Yang Nai was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had made a decision, and shook his head to refuse.

As the light gate dissipated, the restaurant returned to silence again, with only the occasional whisper of the night wind outside the window and the vague noise in the distance.

Feng Feng sat down slowly and met Yukinoshita Haruno's gaze with deep eyes. There were unresolved doubts and a hint of imperceptible disappointment in his eyes.

Yang Nai raised her hand slightly, signaling the waiter to bring the wine. There was a barely perceptible hint of tension and relief in her movements.

After three rounds of drinking, as the heat rose, she turned to look at Feng Feng, her eyes flashing with pleading and determination:

"Feng Feng, let's put aside those unsolved mysteries tonight and enjoy this meal."

"Mother will cook for us tomorrow and invite you to come to our home again. I hope you can give her a chance, and give us a chance to get to know each other better."

Feng Feng's eyes suddenly became sharp. He no longer avoided the question, but directly pulled out the photo from the depths of his wallet and slammed it hard on the table.

The dishes, chopsticks and wine glasses on the table made crisp sounds, which seemed to shatter the delicate balance between the two people.

The cracks on the edges of the photo fragments were more glaring in the dim light, and each crack seemed like an unresolved crack in their relationship.

He stared at Yang No, his eyes showing both anger and confusion, and his voice was low and powerful:

"Yonori, tell me, what's going on with this photo? Why did you appear at the scene where Osanai was killed? What exactly happened that night?"

Chapter 797: Common People's Family Banquet

September 11, Sunday

Feng Feng held another photo of Xiao Sane in his hand and stared at Mrs. Yukinoshita in front of him.

In the photo, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded, and night fell quietly. Next to Osanagi's body, Yukinoshita Haruno stood against the wall with a pale face.

"Mrs. Yukinoshita, Haruno insisted that I come and ask you, so I am here. Why was Haruno at the scene of Osanai's death?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita was wearing a brocade embroidered kimono, the color was gentle yet solemn, and her every move showed luxury and elegance.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, and she carefully brewed tea while speaking.

"You should be calm and composed when drinking tea. This is basic tea ceremony etiquette."

The moment boiling water is poured into the purple clay teapot, steam rises up, interweaving with the faint incense in the room, creating an indescribable atmosphere of tranquility.

She lightly lifted the handle of the teapot, and the amber tea soup was poured into the celadon tea cup with precision, like a thin stream of tea. Her movements were smooth and graceful, as if she was performing a silent ritual.

“This is China’s Wuyishan Dahongpao. Try it.”

Then, she picked up the teacup and slowly walked towards Feng Feng. Her autumn-water eyes flashed with an elusive light, and a faint smile hung on the corners of her mouth. She gently placed the teacup in front of Feng Feng and smiled softly:

"Yang is that child. It was just a coincidence that he encountered this misfortune during his journey. Things are unpredictable. Who can predict it?"

After saying this, she took a sip of the tea in her cup. The calmness and indifference in her expression seemed to dissipate some of the tension in the air.

Feng Feng pursed his lips and said sternly: "This is not the explanation I want."

Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at him calmly, "Why do you care so much about Sane-chan? Your girlfriend is my daughter Yukino, and the person you want to testify against is her sister, my daughter Haruno!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and the gray wooden door creaked open. Yukinoshita Yukino stood at the door in a white dress, looking at Feng Feng pleadingly and said:

"Mother, it's getting late. We should go to the kitchen to prepare the family dinner."

When Feng Feng heard this, a gloom instantly gathered between his brows. He looked straight into Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes, which seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, with a sharp gaze. He knew that Yukino's arrival must have been arranged by her in advance.

After drinking the tea in the cup in one gulp, Feng Feng said in a low but firm voice: "Mrs. Yukinoshita, you are wrong. What I care about is not only the death of Osanai, but also the truth and injustice that may be hidden behind it."

"As for Yukino, she is irreplaceable in my heart, but this does not conflict with my determination to find the truth. Haruno's appearance at the scene is by no means a coincidence as you lightly said. I have my responsibilities and the answers I must seek."

After saying that, he lightly touched the teacup on the table. The untouched teacup seemed to tremble slightly at this moment, forming a sharp contrast with the tranquility in the room. There was a tense atmosphere in the air.

At the door, a gentle breeze quietly flowed in, carrying the faint fragrance of osmanthus outside the courtyard, and the figure of Yukinoshita Yukino, as pure as the first snow, slowly came into view.

She was wearing a flawless white long dress, the hem of which swayed gently, like the gentlest cloud in the morning light.

Her long hair fell softly on her shoulders, with a few strands brushing against her fair cheeks, adding a touch of fragility and gentleness to her.

There was a complex light flashing in her eyes, with worry, confusion, and more importantly, deep trust and dependence on Feng Feng.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice was thin as a thread, but it was clearly heard by everyone: "Mr. Fengfeng, mother has prepared tea, and we should go to the kitchen to help prepare the family dinner. Today, let's put aside all the unpleasant things for the time being."

After saying this, she leaned forward slightly, her clear eyes revealing deep pleading, as if she was asking for a warm hug, or hoping to use this ordinary daily routine to smooth out all the waves.

Feng Feng sighed softly, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, then he turned to Yukinoshita Yukino, forced a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said gently:

"Yukino, you and your wife should go prepare dinner and let the smell of home dispel these glooms. As for me, where is Haruno? I have something I want to say to her alone."

After he finished speaking, his gaze passed through Mrs. Yukinoshita's eyes that seemed to see through everything yet remained calm, as if he had made some kind of decision.

As he turned around, Feng Feng's steps became firm and powerful. He walked through the winding corridors, and every step he took was full of unquestionable determination.

It is deep autumn, and the setting sun shines through the sparse clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a touch of tranquility and mystery to this ancient mansion.

Yukinoshita Haruno sat quietly in the pavilion, with a few golden and fiery red autumn leaves scattered beside the stone table, like a carefully arranged painting.

The sunset glow filtered through the sparse bamboo leaves, sprinkling mottled light on her delicate profile, adding a touch of coolness and aloofness to her.

Her eyes penetrated the gaps between the fallen leaves and gazed at the blurry night in the distance, as if she could see into the invisible future.

When Feng Feng's footsteps echoed in the quiet courtyard, she pursed her lips gently, without turning back, and whispered in a slightly hoarse but extremely firm voice:

"If you find that I have made a mistake, Feng Feng, will you selflessly send me to the police station like you have done to others?"

Although the voice was soft, every word was clear, as if each word carried a heavy weight, falling into the air and causing ripples.

Feng Feng's face was solemn when he heard this, and his silhouette looked even more resolute under the moonlight. "Yang Nai, I always believe in the justice and majesty of the law, and it cannot be trampled upon by anyone. You are no exception!"

"But you also know that just because you were there, you can't be considered the culprit. You are just one of many clues. You are a suspect at the scene."

His words showed both his persistence in principles and his understanding and comfort for Yang Nai.

When Yang Nai heard this, a meaningful smile appeared on her lips. That smile was like the most gorgeous flower in spring, instantly lighting up the surrounding scenery.

She turned around slowly, the light and her smile complemented each other, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

She gently pulled Feng Feng's hands. Although his hands were a little cold, they conveyed an irresistible force.

"In that case, why not forget these troubles for a while? Come, accompany me to the living room, let's use a game to dispel the heaviness of this night."