Peter, who was focused on building LEGOs, almost shook his hand and knocked over the part he had just assembled when he heard Meng Ran's words.
Peter said a little shyly, "It's just like that. We've been chatting. A few days ago, she even mentioned that you and Gwen went out to play for a day, and she also said that she hadn't been out to play for a long time."
Meng Ran quickly asked, "Then what did you say?"
Peter said, "I said I hadn't been out for a long time either, and I heard that the Science and Technology Museum had new research results on display, which I hadn't seen yet."
Meng Ran pressed, "And then?"
Peter scratched his head and said, "Then she said she was a little sleepy, and then we said goodnight."
Hearing this, Meng Ran couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, you really are a sparrow pecking a cow's butt, truly amazing."
Peter didn't quite understand Meng Ran's words because Meng Ran was speaking Chinese.
"Meng, what are you saying? I don't understand Chinese very well. What is 'Ma Que' and that 'Niu Bi'?" Peter asked with a confused look.
Meng Ran said, "Nothing, just a kind of bird and an organ."
Peter wanted to ask further, but Meng Ran quickly interrupted him and taught him how to flirt, how to make friends with girls, and how to have deeper conversations.
Meng Ran said, "Mary Jane meant she wanted to go out with you, understand?"
"But she's a girl, she wants you to speak first. You should be more proactive, understand?"
"You have to do this, then that, and then this again. Understand?"
Under Meng Ran's continuous guidance, Peter suddenly understood, "Oh~ so that's how it is! I get it."
Meng Ran nodded with satisfaction, "Good that you understand. It's past nine now, which is a good time to chat about feelings in bed. Remember, you need to show a different side of yourself, but not too much. Maintain some mystery."
"Then chat with her about life, about ideals, and then elevate it a bit, so that your emotions have a communication and resonance."
"Finally, ask her out. My car is also here, so tomorrow you can drive to pick her up. Remember to show your excellent character and quality."
Peter nodded constantly like a chick pecking rice, occasionally making sounds of enlightenment, which Meng Ran, who was imparting knowledge and solving his confusion, found very gratifying.
Patting Peter's leg, Meng Ran said, "Go quickly, seize the moment."
Hearing this, Peter also stood up to get his phone, ready to chat with Mary Jane, but after taking one step, he turned back.
"What about this LEGO..."
Hearing this, Meng Ran said, frustrated, "What time is it, and you're still thinking about LEGOs! Go chat first. Isn't a soft, sweet girlfriend more fun than LEGOs? Honestly."
Peter chuckled, "You're right." Then he went to chat with Mary Jane.
Meng Ran looked at Peter and thought, "Hmm~, it seems there's still hope. Ganbade! Peter!"
Watching Peter chat and smile foolishly, Meng Ran also took out his phone, ready to chat with Gwen and see when they could elevate their revolutionary friendship.
"Hello, Sichuan girl, have you tried the special chili sauce I made? How does it taste?"
Meng Ran gave Gwen this nickname after they ate spicy food last time. Gwen didn't understand at first, but later, after hearing Meng Ran's explanation, she found it very interesting and tacitly accepted it.
Gwen quickly replied, "It tastes great! My mom also said it was delicious. I just think it could be a little spicier."
Meng Ran broke into a sweat, not knowing if she meant a little or a lot, "Then after a while, I'll specially make some extra spicy ones for you."
"Mhm!" Gwen was very happy.
The two chatted about daily life for a while longer.
Gwen said with a hint of worry, "Dad is very busy today. He left this morning and hasn't come back yet."
Meng Ran said, "Is it because of the Ghost?"
Gwen said, "Yes, today's news is all about the Ghost. Dad is busy because of this too."
Gwen and Meng Ran had discussed the Ghost before, when everyone still considered him a masked good Samaritan, upholding justice on the streets.
So, after today's news broke, those who already knew about the Ghost were much more shocked than those who only learned about him today.
People could accept a friendly neighbor upholding justice nearby, but they could not accept criminals being directly judged by this neighbor.
But for the current Meng Ran, the thoughts of these people were not important; what was important was to uphold his own justice and not let more tragedies happen before his eyes.
Since the conversation had come to this, Meng Ran simply asked Gwen directly.
"So what do you think of the Ghost now? I remember you quite liked him before."
"I saw a lot of people cursing him today, saying he's a terrorist, a murderer."
Meng Ran sent the message, waiting for Gwen's reply, feeling a little nervous for some reason.
Cursing himself was really uncomfortable. Meng Ran's mind wandered, "I wonder what Gwen thinks. If she thinks that too, then will I not have a girlfriend? Sob sob sob, sad."
Ding dong! Meng Ran's phone rang, interrupting his wild thoughts. It was a message from Gwen.
"I still think everyone is being too harsh. After all, the Ghost is judging criminals, not indiscriminately killing innocent people."
"Although I think it's better to let the law judge, I can also understand him."
"But if I ever get a chance to see him, I'll definitely kick his butt for my dad, hmph! It's all because of him that my dad is so busy."
After the last sentence, Gwen even included a kicking-butt emoji.
Looking at the message Gwen sent, a smile appeared on Meng Ran's face.
"Although I say I don't care about other people's opinions, I really can't ignore the opinions of the people I care about. Fortunately, no melodramatic plot happened."
Having received Gwen's reply, Meng Ran also felt a weight lift off his mind. He became active again.
He and Gwen chatted about everything under the sun, and their relationship grew closer during the conversation.
In Peter's room, Peter and Meng Ran each held a phone, looking animated, occasionally letting out chuckles.
This was youth.
At this moment, at the New York Police Department.
George sat at his desk, constantly rubbing his temples.
A day of hard work had left him exhausted. He felt like he had lost even more hair.
The matter was settled. He had sealed off Ur's death scene, and an official answer would be given tomorrow.
George's feelings about the Ghost were complex. He knew Ur, and had even dealt with him quite a bit.
Eight years ago, he had played a part in the operation where Ur almost got caught, but Ur still managed to escape. Ur used Bill to take the fall for him.
The police officers involved in the operation at the time were very unwilling to accept this outcome. But faced with such a situation, they had no choice.
So today, with Ur killed by the Ghost, George's feelings were also very complex.
As a police officer, and even the police chief, he should rightfully stand on the side of the law and uphold its dignity.
But putting aside this identity, George felt that the Ghost's actions were not improper. He knew how dirty those evil people were, and how unwilling he was whenever they escaped judgment.
Once upon a time, he had also fantasized that he could unleash his divine power and bring all those damned people to justice. Unfortunately, fantasies are just fantasies, dissipating with the dream upon waking.
"Ghost, oh Ghost." George murmured as he walked out of the police station. It was getting late, and he should go home.
In a luxurious villa, a Bald Man sat in a leather chair, looking at the news report about Ur's judgment on the computer.
He was Bob, the boss of the Crocodile Gang. Bob's brows were tightly furrowed as he looked at the news of Ur's death.
He reached his hand under the table to a head, fiercely grabbing the hair, controlling the rhythm.
"Ah~" As the action ended, he let out a suppressed groan, and the release of pressure also relaxed his brows a bit.
The woman stood up and then stumbled out.
Bob picked up a cigar from the table, lit it, and pondered in silence.
"Ghost." What was the origin of this strange person who suddenly appeared?
Bob had called Ur to put pressure on him, wanting him to resolve the matter quickly and not affect business. He always thought about the speed of problem-solving.
Now, the speed was indeed fast, but it was Ur who was resolved, which Bob had never thought of. It also made him shed his contempt for the Ghost.
Bob picked up the phone.
"Go investigate everything about the Ghost, the sooner the better."
"Tell my good brothers that Ur's territory will be with me for now. The ownership issue will be arranged after this period."
"We are currently in the eye of the storm, so tell them to behave."
"Finally, contact the newspaper. Tell them to consider our gang's reports themselves. If they have any opinions, have Crow personally visit them."
Bob issued one command after another into the phone while thinking.
After a while, Bob put down the phone and walked to the French window.
Looking at the night outside the window, Bob took a puff of his cigar.
"Ghost, let me see what you really are."
Under the same night sky, different people pondered different things. The night was long, and sleep was elusive.