Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 648 - 628: Challenge of the 7?

After waiting for about half an hour, no one else came up, and the room finally darkened as if controlled, and the television in front of them lit up.

Like a CD set on a timer, the screen of the TV was pitch-black, but a voice could be heard speaking. It played in a loop in various languages; however, the intonation was exceptionally stiff, sounding like that of an amateur. Most importantly, voice changers were used, obscuring the gender, "Hello, everyone. I am 7. The purpose of gathering you all is that I need two partners to breach a system, under which lies a secret that would shock the whole world. The reward is a hundred million dollars, and you will gain widespread recognition. To become my partner, the condition is to find out who I am."

Luo Qianqian furrowed her brows tightly, looking at the smoking television in confusion.

Finding out his identity? Does that mean he’s already here? Among these people? After all, they even had to pour their own water, not to mention the absence of waiters.

Jimo Cheng grabbed Luo Qianqian, his brows furrowed. The identity of 7? From the available information, we only know that 7 is older than ten years old. Considering that one needs to be at least six years old to start using a computer, Jimo Cheng and Luo Qianqian were already ruled out.

But Jimo Cheng frowned, observing the group of people who were suspicious of each other. What if, 7 wasn’t among these people at all?

Luo Qianqian was counting on her fingers, murmuring, "There are twenty-two people in total, eighteen men and four women."

Jimo Cheng looked towards the group that was wrapped up tightly, wondering how this child could differentiate the genders?

And then the next second, he understood. Look at the chest, Luo Qianqian’s direct gaze was more than obvious, wasn’t it?

After hearing Luo Qianqian’s voice, Hei Yu frowned and came closer, asking softly, "Little Luo?"

Luo Qianqian was startled and nodded, but then she immediately shook her head, pretending not to recognize Hei Yu.

"I have a piece of information here." A man drinking milk tea suddenly called out, and although Luo Qianqian didn’t understand very well, with Jimo Cheng present, it naturally wasn’t an issue.

Luo Qianqian frowned. Normally at this time, shouldn’t any information obtained be kept hidden? Why would it be shared?

The next second, she understood. The piece of information was just a letter, stuck to the bottom of the milk tea cup, only discovered after finishing the drink.

Luo Qianqian pouted, "Actually, just checking the surveillance would tell us, right? Whoever came here to set this up surely left a record."

"All surrounding surveillance has been erased. It’s been the same footage for a month and a half now," Hei Yu explained softly. "And even if there was surveillance, couldn’t someone disguise themselves and become unrecognizable?"

"I’ve been here before to scope out the place," a girl said in a subdued voice, speaking fluent English, but what remained unmistakable was her soft and beautiful voice, clearly that of a majestic beauty, "Every day there are many people coming and going, all wearing the same clothes, blue with hats and masks, faces unseen."

"I’ve noticed that, too. I even took some photos, but they’re just in my phone. Those people varied in height and weight, no common traits. But one thing’s for sure, if 7 is among them, she is not a suspect," the person pointed at Luo Qianqian and said. Although it was in English, Luo Qianqian understood perfectly, her face full of confusion as she heard the person continue, "She’s too short."

??? Luo Qianqian’s face was full of question marks. Did they have to be so provocative??? Clenching her little fists, she felt powerless.

Yet she couldn’t help but admire these people. To have received an email and traveled such long distances to come here? They must really have nothing better to do. And to come in advance to observe? Even more nothing better to do.

"Fuck, my micro computer is broken!" a man pulled out his watch, his face in disbelief, looking at his smoking watch with resignation.

But Luo Qianqian’s thoughts expanded. No computers allowed upstairs? Why? Could it be... something would appear on a computer or phone?

Looking at everyone turning their attention to where the microcomputer was hidden on their bodies, Luo Qhianqhian was speechless. Did they all have to be so clever?

However, only three people had no reaction, one was Luo Qhianqhian, another was Jimo Cheng, and the last was that girl who had stepped over the line.

Luo Qianqian raised her finger, "There is only one truth, and that is... ’I am Zorro.’" Watching Jimo Cheng’s head sway slightly from side to side, Luo Qianqian blew on her finger.

Where should they start looking?

It would take more than just a moment to make a defense of innocence.

Jimo Cheng nodded and led Luo Qianqian downstairs. He had come to see what was going on and didn’t care who number 7 was, didn’t care about the reward, and even less about becoming famous.

But when they reached the stairwell on the second floor, he frowned tightly; there was no switch to open the door, and they couldn’t get out.

"Hey, so are we trapped here?" A man’s crisp voice came from behind Jimo Cheng, who instinctively protected Luo Qianqian.

The man quickly waved his hands, "Don’t worry, I’m not a bad guy. The windows are also sealed, and even this child couldn’t fit through the ventilation ducts," he said, pointing at Luo Qianqian.

Luo Qianqian was at a loss for words. Just because she was short, did he have to point out she was a kid upon their first meeting?

Jimo Cheng’s brows were tightly knit, but his eyes remained calm as he said to Luo Qianqian, "It seems we’ll have to wait for someone to unravel the mystery."

"Oh? Don’t you two want to decipher it?" The man’s face was full of curiosity, and although his eyes were hidden in the shadow of his hood, Luo Qianqian felt a familiarity, which made her more curious and trusting of this person.

Jingjing shook her head quietly, "We’re still young, let’s leave it to the seniors to figure it out."

Lin Jiayou and He Wenyu walked around the net café several times, "Clearly, people went in, but why hasn’t anyone come out? They haven’t been turned into human meat buns, have they?"

He Wenyu shook her head, "That’s definitely not the case," but she clutched her phone tightly, which had the Luo family’s contact information. She didn’t want to use it unless absolutely necessary.

"Did Qianqian go in?" A man stood in front of He Wenyu and took off his sunglasses, his face showing signs of being weather-beaten, but his eyes were sharp.

He Wenyu looked up in confusion, nodded, and saw that the man looked very familiar, but she couldn’t remember who he was.

"You all go back, it’s ok, she should come out soon." The man yawned and glanced at the net café again, "Seriously, they even call me back for such a trivial matter." His words belied his casual demeanor, but his face was clearly serious.

He Wenyu didn’t know what to do for a moment.

But Lin Jiayou nodded and said, "Alright, then we’ll leave it to Uncle Luo Si. If you see Qianqian, tell her to call back soon."

"Sure," Luo Xiying waved his hand impatiently and casually took out a string of unknown fruits and tossed them to He Wenyu, "Give my regards to your mother-in-law when you go back."

"My mother-in-law is at the postnatal care center..." He Wenyu caught the fruits and said. If it was Qianqian’s uncle, there was nothing to worry about. He Wenyu just hadn’t recalled at the moment; after all, the last time she had seen Luo Xiying, although he was dark, his face was still young, not like now, with such an experienced look.