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I pinched my temples with two fingers. The veins in my head throbbed, and it felt like my skull was splitting open. I never expected Huang Hai to be so relentless, coming up with so many ridiculous ideas just to make money.
"Don't even think about it, including that car; I still need it." I felt that talking to him was more exhausting than dealing with Xiao Ting. "I won't take the red envelope, and I won't get involved. You can figure it out on your own. Just go ahead and keep busy; I want some peace and quiet."
"Qiangzi, what's wrong? I'm not done yet. I'll cover the hotel and have the TV station record the program; you'll still have to say a few words."
Great, mentioning a topic that piqued his interest made him forget about the red envelope, and Huang Hai suddenly became enthusiastic, impossible to shake off.
I grabbed him by the collar and pushed him out, giving him a clear answer as I closed the door. "Don't bother me. If you don't talk, I'll just hang out with my colleagues in the Antique Circle for a while. I won't care about anything else."
After sending away that pest Huang Hai, I sat in front of the computer, staring at the screen, but my mind was completely blank. I couldn't focus at all. My head was filled with various images, but I couldn't form any words on the screen. Huang Hai had completely disrupted my train of thought, and of course, there was also Xiao Ting; her antics left me feeling quite resentful.
Especially her parting words: "My dad isn't Left-Handed." It felt like she had transformed into a cartoon character, a clumsy bear with a left-handed twist, mocking me with its expression.
My dad isn't Left-Handed.
This cartoon character kept changing expressions in front of me until it finally morphed back into a line of text.
My dad isn't Left-Handed.
I stood up and walked to the window. There was no one in the yard; Huang Hai was in his room. A persimmon tree stood bare, with a few persimmons still hanging on. The tree was stripped of leaves, and the bright red persimmons swayed in the cold wind, resembling festive lanterns.
My gaze followed the swaying persimmon lanterns a few times, and my thoughts seemed to shift as well.
Why is Xiao Ting playing with me?
Is it possible that this statement isn't meant to deceive me?
If it's not a deception, then what is the true intention behind those words?
These progressive questions appeared in my mind almost simultaneously. I quickly gave these questions a directional answer: Xiao Ting's words carry deeper meaning. She is not dismissing me,
nor is she merely toying with me.
But what is the deeper meaning of those words?
I believe Xiao Ting hasn't shared anything with Fatty. Whether through subtle hints or more direct statements, she hasn't discussed this with Fatty.
Fatty isn't foolish; whether implied or explicit, if I can perceive it, Fatty would certainly notice as well. If he received such crucial information, he would definitely share it with me; I have never doubted that.
If Xiao Ting hasn't communicated this information to Fatty, then she is even less likely to disclose it to anyone else. In other words, this information should only be known by the two of us. I felt no comfort or joy from this realization; instead, Xiao Ting's gloomy face surfaced in my mind.
When Xiao Ting spoke to me, her expression was melancholic, her very negative emotions infecting her demeanor.
She didn't want others to know this information due to its dangerous nature. At the very least, this information could pose a threat or harm to those who are aware of it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have concealed it from Fatty and wouldn't have revealed it to me so indirectly.
She wants to protect us!
As this thought crossed my mind, I couldn't help but shiver and feel an overwhelming sense of shame. My mood was exceptionally heavy.
I couldn't let a girl bear this pressure alone; at the very least, I couldn't allow her to carry it by herself. I also didn't want to betray her wishes by revealing this information to Fatty, at least not for now. Until I could clearly understand the dangers of this information, I had no intention of sharing it with Fatty. If I realized that the consequences of knowing this information exceeded my capacity to handle, then I definitely wouldn't tell anyone else—let me go to hell alone! I thought this was also Xiao Ting's mindset.
Finding out the secret contained in this information became an urgent task. A key term in Xiao Ting's statement was "Left-Handed." What was she hinting at? Would the Left-Handed individuals around us bring us danger? Or were our opponents Left-Handed?
The first Left-Handed person that came to mind was, of course, Liu Squad Leader. However, the greatest danger Liu Squad Leader posed was his paranoia, which could lead him to explode in anger. More accurately, he would be the biggest victim of the danger he caused himself. I immediately ruled him out.
I also knew another Left-Handed person who came with Tang Yumo from the Hakka People—not A-Yong, but another man named A-Feng.
Would he pose a danger or threat to us? After thinking for a while, I couldn't come up with a reason for "yes." If it were Hakka Man A-Yong, I would still have some reservations about him. Although our one-on-one ended in a draw, he left a shadow in my heart. Other than that, there weren't any Hakka People who made me feel apprehensive.
If the Left-Handed person Xiao Ting referred to wasn't either of these two, then it must be someone else. This time, Cao Mingzhe led an Expedition Team that likely consisted of many members; my knowledge was limited to just a few people around me. To understand them better, I would need to join the Task Force and get close to them. However, that matter would have to wait because I couldn't meet Cao Mingzhe for now.
But another question arose in my mind. Why did Xiao Ting mention Xiao Guolin? "My dad is not Left-Handed." Aside from the striking term "Left-Handed," it was Xiao Guolin's presence in that statement that stood out. I didn't believe the message was so straightforward because, taken literally, it made no sense. So what connection did Xiao Guolin have with the Left-Handed?
Or perhaps Xiao Ting only said part of what she meant? After careful consideration, I realized that possibility existed.
For example, "My dad is not Left-Handed, so" or "My dad is not Left-Handed, but."
However, if that's the case, I shouldn't try to extract useful information from this sentence. It's simply a multitude of possibilities that could drive me to despair. With my brain, it's impossible to consider every single possibility, let alone unravel the key information from them.
After just a moment of thought, my mind froze. This task is truly beyond human capability.
I decided not to make things difficult for myself. I still need to find a way to solve this puzzle, but instead of starting from an uncertain direction, I can first investigate the Left-Handed individuals in the Task Force, especially those related to and who have interacted with Xiao Guolin. I could even broaden the scope to include the Archaeology team led by JD and his former students and colleagues. The Left-Handed among them are also worth looking into.
However, this workload is substantial enough to keep me busy for a while. Fortunately, I now have an official identity; the greatest advantage of being part of this Task Force is that my identity can be revealed. In the past, I felt like an outsider.
(To Be Continued...)
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