Nine District, North Street, Public Security Bureau, interrogation room.
Two women sat opposite each other, one heavily made up, the other clean and sharp.
"Name."
"Lisa."
"Occupation."
"Uh... short-term companionship specialist? Or, emotional transaction consultant?"
"Speak like a normal person."
"...Streetwalker."
"..."
The air was briefly silent.
Public Security Officer Susan paused, then continued to ask:
"Yesterday, where did you go and what did you do?"
Streetwalker Lisa rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair in a slouchy manner:
"My dear officer, you've asked this question three times, and I've answered it three times! Even my drunk clients aren't that forgetful."
The Public Security Officer's expression remained cold, devoid of emotion:
"This is the last time, answer me."
The streetwalker clicked her tongue, repeating mechanically with impatience:
"Last night, a good sister and I followed a generous client to his newly bought mansion for a party.
We drank a lot and had a lot of fun, even though the client couldn't last a minute.
Later, I got drunk, dozed off for a bit, and when I woke up, I found the client lying motionless. I was terrified, so I abandoned my sister and ran."
"Why did you run away alone?" the Public Security Officer asked.
The streetwalker rolled her eyes again:
"Are you deaf? I told you I was terrified. Being able to run was courage given to me by God!"
The Public Security Officer recorded expressionlessly, then asked:
"Before the client died, did he say anything to you?"
"No!"
The streetwalker hugged her arms, looking at the person in front of her with disgust,
"When can I leave?! I'm not like you idle rich lords and ladies from the upper city. I have to work tonight!"
At this moment, the brush in the Public Security Officer's hand suddenly stopped.
She looked up at the streetwalker, her eyes devoid of ripples, like still water, reflecting the other's black and white filtered face.
The streetwalker couldn't help but swallow, feeling an unspeakable unease, as if she were standing naked in the other's eyes.
"Before your client died, did he give you anything special?"
"No... nothing."
"Bang—!"
The table was slammed hard, and the Public Security Officer leaned forward, staring intently, her figure seeming to magnify infinitely,
"You're lying! Tell me—what exactly did you take from him?!"
Cold sweat streamed down the streetwalker's back, instantly soaking through her clothes.
Just as she was about to be suffocated by the other's imposing presence,
"Thud—!"
The interrogation room door was kicked open, and a pot-bellied Public Security Officer roared inside:
"Susan! There's a new victim! What the hell are you doing still holding onto that irrelevant streetwalker! Hurry up and come to the scene with me!"
The Public Security Officer frowned imperceptibly, took a deep breath, and said to Lisa:
"You can go, but don't wander around at night if you have nothing to do.
"Recently, several murder cases have occurred, and the victims are all streetwalkers like you."
With that, she got up and left.
Streetwalker Lisa finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumping into the chair, silently cursing:
"You almost scared me. Good thing... luck is on my side now."
As she spoke, she subconsciously touched the coin in her pocket, clearly feeling the side her fingertip touched was the ornate heads.
"Heh, murder cases? Which day in Black Alley doesn't have them?"
Restoring her confidence, she picked up her coat and swayed her hips out of the police station, not forgetting to wink at the public security officers to leave an impression on potential clients.
By the time she walked back to Black Alley, it was already getting dark and a light rain had started, making the already muggy weather even more oppressive.
"Oh shit! What kind of crappy weather?"
She grumbled as she walked into a small alley, hiding under an eave. Seeing no one around, she pulled out her lucky coin and idly tossed it, no matter how many times, it always landed on heads.
'Always heads, always lucky... then when will it be tails?'
'When luck runs out? No, no... maybe it's because that stupid pig was too arrogant and displeased the goddess of luck, or perhaps, because he told the secret to someone else?'
Lisa tossed the coin and pondered, a smile gradually forming at the corner of her mouth, as if she had convinced herself internally, accepting everything about luck with equanimity.
In fact, many people are like this; when they encounter something with multiple possibilities, they subconsciously assume that the development of the matter will lean towards the good one.
It's like drawing cards or playing games; they always feel they might win the jackpot.
When the actual results are revealed, it's hard to accept losing the bet.
If they get carried away, they might just become the next irrational gambling addict.
"Ding~"
The coin was tossed high, fell high, and landed heads up in her palm.
Seeing the rain lessen, Lisa smiled, put the coin away, and stepped out from under the eaves.
"Click!"
Suddenly, the heel of her cheap high-heeled shoe broke.
With a scream, she fell to the ground, but just managed to dodge a rusted iron rod that had fallen from a tall building and would have otherwise impaled her head!
Lisa was drenched in cold sweat, but then froze the next second, replaced by a surge of pleasant surprise!
The broken iron rod had pierced the ground, revealing an iron box. Looking inside through the opening, there was a pile of jewel-encrusted rings and gold chains!
"This is too lucky!"
Lisa quickly scanned her surroundings and above her, then hastily pulled out the treasures, wrapped them in her coat, and pretending nothing had happened, quickly left the spot.
From a high vantage point she didn't know about, a young man with an East Asian face was holding an umbrella, witnessing everything with the Mystic Mirror in his hand.
"Luck? Is luck accompanied by misfortune truly called luck?"
Li Andy pinched his chin, then suddenly noticed another man walking into that alley, quietly staring at the pit where the treasures had been buried.
The man was dressed in a suit, wearing a raincoat and glasses, looking refined and unlike a local of Black Alley.
Li Andy narrowed his eyes, feeling a chill like an ice blade across his collarbone emanating from this man.
This man had probably killed many people, and in a cruel manner.
As if to confirm Li Andy's guess, the stray cat at the alley entrance suddenly bristled, glaring at the man with bared teeth.
The man paid no attention to the stray cat, pulled a coin from his Pregnant, and tossed it up in the sparse drizzle.
Heads... heads, still heads!
Li Andy couldn't help but frown.
He had just left Old Du Lin's place not long ago and had already encountered two "lucky ones."
One streetwalker, one murderer.
Adding the one who died last night, and the dark-skinned youth he and Sophia found watching the show in the ruined tower, that makes a total of 4.
So am I... lucky, or is it because of fate?
