Chapter 2: The Eerie Male Guest

Mo Xianle: "This is a typical case of 'a thief feeling guilty'; he has a guilty conscience. Hahaha ... ... "

When Lin Hua left work, the sky was already pitch black, and a cold wind wrapped in fine snowflakes rushed towards him, causing Lin Hua to involuntarily shrink his neck. This snowfall was unexpectedly ten days late

She turned a corner and walked to the bus stop to wait for the last bus. Every day, she finishes work at this time, and there are no holidays; she only has one day off each month. That boss is truly ruthless, but she cannot find a better job, so she has no choice but to continue like this

Yesterday, when Mo was unable to reach Xiao Le, he asked Lin Hua to call Wu Yun's mobile phone again, but that phone was already turned off

Mo Xian did not speak immediately; instead, he carefully examined the receipt and then gave a slight smile to his male customer: "Sir, I apologize, but this receipt is counterfeit. It is not a valid claim ticket from our store, therefore I cannot give you the clothes."

Mo Xian was momentarily taken aback, then smiled lightly: "Of course, the books have been buried."

Lin Hua suddenly asked the question he had long wanted to ask: "Manager, did you bury that piece of clothing?"

However, when she walked back into the store, she found a man standing in front of the counter. The man was holding a receipt, clearly there to pick up some clothes.

Lin Hua felt overwhelmed—oh my, retrieving clothes with a ticket! That snow jacket had already been "processed" by the boss, how could she possibly take it out?

When Lin Hua returned to the laundry the next day, the snow-white cashmere coat was already missing

She let out a slight sigh and began her day's work with a sense of lethargy

However, when she heard the man speak, she realized that this person was not the one who had answered her call that day. The person who had answered the call had a slight southern accent, while the man in front of her spoke with a pure standard Mandarin accent

Lin Hua looked at his boss in astonishment, while Mo Xian let out a long sigh, as if he had unloaded a burden. Then he gave Lin Hua a sly smile and said, "His ticket is actually genuine"

He then turned to look at the snow coat on the hanger and said, "It is inauspicious to hang dead people's belongings here. I will take it with me when I leave today and find a place to dig a hole to bury it. You can come in a bit later for work tomorrow; first, go to the flower market and buy two flower baskets to dispel the bad luck."

Lin Hua could not smile at all; he only felt an extreme sense of unease in his heart. This man's words and actions were too mysterious! Could he be related to that murder case? Or could it be that he is the murderer?

Yet, he was suddenly stunned—on that receipt, the column labeled "Owner" prominently displayed the words "Wu Yun"! In the column labeled "Item", it stated "One snow brand cashmere long coat, with a belt"

Lin Hua came to his senses and asked, "May I ask what your relationship is to Ms. Wu Yun?"

Mo Xian, however, confidently said: "Rest assured, he will not come again"

She just wanted to, but unfortunately, that piece of clothing and the book were lost

The man's gaze finally fixed on Lin Hua, and he said with some dissatisfaction: "What does this have to do with me picking up clothes? You should collect clothes based on tickets, not based on people"

Just when she was at a loss, the boss arrived. Lin Hua felt as if she had encountered a savior, yet her expression and actions remained composed. She slightly raised the receipt in her hand towards the boss, and Mo Xian, somewhat puzzled, walked over, took it, and then his expression changed.

Mo hurriedly shook his head: "We cannot call the police. Otherwise, how can we continue our business?"

Mo first appeared to be confident as he opened the partially used receipt book on the counter, placing the receipt brought by the man beside it for comparison: "You see, although the paper and the printed format are quite similar, upon closer inspection, the differences are not hard to discern. Furthermore," he turned the receipt over, "the laundry shop seal on the back, as well as my personal seal, are also forgeries, with certain discrepancies from the original."

"Should we call the police?" Lin Hua asked the boss

She politely said to the man, "Sir, you https://m.hetushu.com good," and then took the receipt from the man's hand

At this thought, Lin Hua felt a chill in his heart

Lin Hua's first reaction upon realizing that the man was there to retrieve the snow coat was that this man was the one who had answered the phone that day. He might be Wu Yun's boyfriend or a family member. So many days had passed, and he might have had a change of heart, deciding to come and take the coat away.

She instinctively turned her head and saw the silhouette of a woman moving away from her. The woman's figure was graceful and elegant, dressed in a knee-length white cashmere coat, with a pair of dark knee-high leather boots on her feet. The woman's waist was slender, cinched by a white belt, and as she walked, her waist appeared even more supple.

As she caught sight of the car approaching from a distance, she felt a white shadow flash past her side just as she was taking out her car card

Lin Hua's eyes were captivated by that white cashmere coat, and inexplicably, he found himself moving his feet, following behind that woman

Lin Hua was even more astonished: "You cannot produce the clothes he wants, so you actually resort to this kind of trickery to deceive and fool him? And he actually believed it?"

Lin Hua stared in astonishment at the man across from him. The man was quite young, seemingly only around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was very handsome, with an upright posture, but his eyes intentionally or unintentionally avoided meeting Lin Hua's gaze

The man's face was almost pressed against the receipt book. After a moment, he lifted his face, his complexion pale, and murmured, "I'm sorry, I must have made a mistake..." Then he grabbed the receipt and walked out the door

In the small laundromat, two flower baskets added a rare warmth to the winter day. However, without that snow coat, Lin Hua felt that something was missing here. When the owner arrived, she wanted to ask him where he had buried that snow coat yesterday. But she knew it was not appropriate to ask, so she suppressed her curiosity.

The man was taken aback and immediately said, "It is impossible! How could it be fake?"

Many days passed, and it was not until the flowers in the two baskets withered and faded that Lin Hua felt it was time to put an end to this matter as he threw them into the trash bin