newbobooks Chapter 190 Catching the Female Thief
Chapter 190 Catching the Female Thief
Chapter 190 Catching the Female Thief
Because of the lime powder, Chen Feng lay in bed to rest. Although he used eye drops, his eyes were still a little sore from the lime burning. Fortunately, he was treated in time and would not go blind. He was fine after a rest.
Chen Feng lay on the bed, a bitter smile on his face. He had just said he could finally get a good night's sleep and finally get some rest, but in no time, he was slapped in the face. This was cruel! God, couldn't you just let me rest properly? What did I do wrong? Why am I being punished like this? Chen Feng groaned. Had he had a moment's peace these past few days? It was either assassination attempts, fights, or getting lime thrown in his eyes. Why was his life so miserable?
Now I can finally get some rest, right? My eyes are in such a state. God, have pity on me! I've had a hard time too. I haven't avenged my great grudge yet, I can't die. My little sister He Fei is still waiting for me.
Just as Chen Feng was about to fall asleep, he took a breath and seemed to smell something. What was going on? Chen Feng's nose twitched, and he sniffed again carefully. Yes, there was a strange odor, a faint fragrance. What was happening? Curious, Chen Feng got up, intending to go and see, but he lay back down. Experience told Chen Feng that curiosity killed the cat; his eyes were still hurting. Oh well, never mind, time to sleep.
With each breath, a faint fragrance lingered at the tip of my nose, entering my brain and making me feel refreshed. I couldn't ignore it; this was clearly intentional, as if deliberately trying to lure me out. Otherwise, where would the fragrance come from in the middle of the night? And after all this time, it seemed only I could smell it; no one else had made a sound, as if they were closer to me. Was it a coincidence? No.
It seems more like it was intentional.
No, I have to go see. I'd rather die fighting than die of fright. With that thought, Chen Feng got up, put on his clothes and shoes, and quietly went out. Chen Feng looked around and saw that no one was there. There was indeed a faint fragrance around him. Chen Feng followed the direction of the fragrance, climbed over the academy wall, and walked along the path. Sure enough, in a corner, Chen Feng saw the girl.
It was already very dark. Apart from the lights outside a few shops on the main road, the only light came from the bright moon and countless stars in the sky. Although the moonlight was strong, there were still dark corners that it couldn't illuminate. In one of these dark corners, a girl sat alone, a cigarette lit in her hand, a stark contrast to the rest of the world.
Chen Feng sniffed carefully again; the aroma here was the strongest, likely from the cigarette the female thief was holding. Seeing Chen Feng slowly approaching, the woman stubbed out her cigarette. "Excuse me, are your eyes alright?"
"Thanks to you, it hurts a little, but it won't blind me," Chen Feng said irritably.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want this to happen either," the woman said helplessly.
Chen Feng nodded. Everyone has their own reasons and excuses for doing anything. But that cannot justify harming others to achieve one's own interests. Others have no obligation to pay for your mistakes and hardships. Chen Feng decided to apprehend her. He couldn't let her throw lime in his eyes for nothing. He would hand her over to the academy, and the academy would handle her accordingly. But this woman was not easy to catch. He needed to keep her calm first, just like she had done to him before. He would chat with her, distract her, and then seize her in one fell swoop.
"What exactly are you doing here? What is your purpose? Why are you stealing?" Chen Feng asked three questions in a row, just to buy time, distract her, make her think, make her answer, kill her time, distract her, make her think that he no longer wanted to catch her, make her lower her guard, and then suddenly make a move to capture her in one fell swoop.
Hearing Chen Feng's question, the woman began to recall and search for answers. She wasn't telling the truth; instead, she wanted to fabricate a story—a grand, dramatic, and tragic tale. In short, she wanted to elicit sympathy. A truly tragic story must first be moving; to move others, you must first move yourself. As she thought about it, her eyes welled up, and gradually, tears fell—one, two, three…
Seeing the woman's state, Chen Feng knew she was playing the victim, and it might be incredibly tragic—far more tragic than he could imagine, so tragic that it would break anyone's heart and bring tears to their eyes. "It's alright," he thought, "I'm ready. Come on, let's see how tragic you can be."
"I've lived with my grandmother since I was very young; I lost my parents when I was very young," the girl said.
"Where did your parents go?" Chen Feng interrupted.
“They went out to work and never came back. We don’t know what happened. Some people say they encountered bandits, some say they encountered a disaster, but we don’t know the specifics,” the girl explained.
"Didn't you go to see them?" Chen Feng asked.
"Look for her?" As she spoke, tears streamed down the woman's face, and her voice trembled with sobs. "Of course I wanted to look for her, but at that time, my grandmother was so old, and I was only four years old. How could I look for her?"
"That's true. And then what happened?" Chen Feng tried his best to cooperate with the woman, making her believe that he was listening attentively to the story. When she completely lowered her guard, he would launch a surprise attack and take her down in one fell swoop.
“I was too young then and didn’t understand many things. My grandma was getting old and couldn’t do manual labor to earn money, so the family’s source of income almost dried up. Later, my grandma helped people mend clothes to earn some money to supplement the family income. When I was six years old, my grandma’s health deteriorated. The sentence my grandma said most often was, ‘What will you do if I don’t make it?’”
As she spoke, the woman wiped away her tears, and Chen Feng asked, "And then?"
“Then one day, Grandma fell ill and lay in bed, unable to move. She called me to her bedside, gave me her only savings, and told me that she was dying and had to go, and that I should live well. I cried then and took my last savings to see a doctor. When the doctor arrived, he prescribed medicine and gave me all the money I had, but he said he didn't have enough money and refused to give me the medicine. No matter how much I begged, it was no use. Without money, the doctor refused to treat my grandmother, and she died.”
"Ever since then, I've been very interested in money, and my need for it is huge, but..."
Before the female thief could finish speaking, Chen Feng, the instant he approached her, plunged the prepared silver needle into her neck. The female thief's acupoints were sealed, rendering her unable to move. She could only glare at Chen Feng with a fierce look, as if to say, "I trusted you so much, and you treated me like this."
Chen Feng shook his head helplessly, took out a piece of rope, and tied the woman up.