I'm not a genius detective

Chapter 8 The Girl with the High Ponytail

After taking a shower, Han Ling dried her hair with a towel, and an unfamiliar face was reflected in the glass of the bathroom cabinet.

He seems... not as handsome as before?

The unfamiliar body and unfamiliar face were still too unreal for Han Ling, and he couldn't fully accept it for a while.

After staring at the glass for a while, Han Ling casually put down the bath towel. He wanted to get a hair dryer, but found that it wasn't there.

I'm too poor to even afford a hairdryer.

Speaking of which, Xiaomi phones will be released in two years, right? Domestic mobile phones are entering the era of intelligence. I wonder if it's too late to ask Lei Jun for investment now—even if it is, there's no money.

In my memory, the current world is not much different from my previous life, which may be due to the parallel universe theory.

In short, it's definitely not the world it used to be.

Han Ling was very concerned about this, after all, he had too many enemies in his previous life, and even if he changed his identity, he would still have to be careful in his actions.

Rubbing her messy hair, Han Ling left the bathroom, crossed the living room, and came to the balcony. A breeze was blowing, and it was a little cool.

He lit a cigarette, feeling the nicotine explode in his lungs, and turned to look at the street in the distance.

This building is located at the southernmost part of the residential area, and you can see the street view from the balcony.

Han Ling hadn't forgotten the feeling of being followed. In his opinion, given Han Ling's background and experience, it was most likely an illusion, but there was also a small chance of it happening. It was best to be careful in daily life.

A new life, a new world; it's best to be cautious.

After finishing his cigarette, Han Ling left the balcony and returned to his bedroom, turning off the lights and going to sleep.

He is very tired.

He was very tired in his past life, and he is very tired in this life, but at least he can finally get a good night's sleep without worrying about someone pointing a gun at his head in the middle of the night.

Han Ling slept soundly.

When Han Ling opened her eyes, it was already past nine in the morning. She got up, washed up, went downstairs, ate breakfast at a breakfast shop near the community, and then rode her bike to an internet cafe.

Since he had nothing better to do, his purpose in coming to the internet cafe was simple: to verify his memories and obtain information.

In 09, the internet cafe industry was booming, with a large market size. However, the growth rate began to slow down, indicating that it had almost reached its peak. In a few years, with the rise of smartphones and mobile networks, it would gradually decline.

Stepping into the internet cafe, a whiff of sweat, food, and secondhand smoke hits you, along with a faint stench of the toilet. There are quite a few people using the computers, mostly students and young people, both men and women.

It's only 10 o'clock, and the all-nighter just ended not long ago. I didn't expect there to be so many people.

It's probably because it's the weekend; if you come late, there won't be any machines left.

"Five yuan."

Han Ling went to the front desk and handed over a purple banknote.

The receptionist was a cute girl who was engrossed in playing Fantasy Westward Journey. She didn't even look at Han Ling. After taking the money, she took out her magnetic card, swiped it on the machine, and then wrote out a five-yuan receipt, which she slammed on the table without asking for his ID.

The enforcement of real-name registration for internet access is gradually increasing, but this process takes time, especially for small internet cafes.

Han Ling took the form and randomly found a place nearby to turn on the machine and enter the card number and password.

There was no one on my left, but on my right, a guy with a streak of dyed yellow hair was playing CrossFire, seemingly as an attacker on the infiltrator side, on the Desert Dust map, occasionally swearing at his teammates.

"We've taken over point B! What the hell are you doing, still silently marching around point A?!"

His teammate in the headset seemed to be retaliating, so this guy launched into a barrage of insults, quite eloquent, going over ten seconds without repeating himself—a seasoned player. In internet cafes, hurling insults at each other is perfectly normal; nobody pays attention, everyone's focused on their own game.

Han Ling lit a cigarette, glanced at the desktop, and then opened a webpage.

Maps and major news events are Han Ling's main targets, which can be used to further obtain basic information and build a cognitive framework.

He has plenty of time; he can take the time to truly understand the world.

Before they knew it, it was 11:30. There was a strange commotion in the internet cafe. Han Ling raised his eyes slightly and found that many men were whispering to each other and looking towards the bar. Even the women were attracted.

The blond-haired youth on the right only turned his head subconsciously, his eyes widened instantly, and he forgot to operate the controls. The character on the computer was quickly shot in the head.

"Fuck!"

The blond-haired youth couldn't help but blurt out his catchphrase.

Han Ling was puzzled and looked back, only then realizing that the blond youth's "Holy crap!" wasn't an insult, but a heartfelt compliment and exclamation.

Amazed by the girl's beauty.

At the bar, a girl wearing jeans and a loose white t-shirt was paying to turn on the machine. From the side, her figure was clearly visible.

With a height of over 1.7 meters, straight and long legs, and a peach-like curve that attracts attention, even a loose top cannot hide the overflowing bust.

"Thank you."

The girl put away the order form and turned around, revealing her stunning good looks to everyone. Her perfectly oval face was captivating, and her round and soft visual effect was absolutely breathtaking.

A high ponytail swinging can convey both a mature vibe and a lively, playful youthfulness.

It's rare to see a cute receptionist's gaze follow a customer. Not to mention in an internet cafe, even outside, girls of this quality are extremely rare. You can only occasionally see them on TV or online.

Han Ling raised an eyebrow, inwardly approving of the girl's appearance, then looked away and continued browsing the internet.

It's hard for others to look away, they can't do it in a short time. Even if they don't look openly, they'll choose to look secretly, since it doesn't cost any money to look.

With her high ponytail, she slowly surveyed the entire internet cafe's computer usage situation before finally finding a place to sit down. As she bent over, the crescent-shaped necklace around her neck swayed gently.

Han Ling smelled a faint perfume scent, but more of a woman's natural fragrance. He turned his head and saw the girl with the high ponytail sitting to his left.

Many men were disappointed, and Han Ling could even hear sighs; a beautiful girl is always the center of attention wherever she goes.

The blond-haired youth also looked disappointed. Even though his right side was empty, the other person chose to sit next to Han Ling. Perhaps it was because the distance was a bit closer, or perhaps Han Ling looked more like a harmless pretty boy.

The girl with the high ponytail turned on her computer and, instead of playing games, went to the webpage just like Han Ling.

Han Ling had no interest in the girl's purpose in coming to the internet cafe. He kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, operating the mouse and staring intently at the screen.

It can be confirmed that the new memories are completely identical. Overall, he has arrived in a world that is 99% similar to his previous life with a new identity.

Now you can confidently start a new chapter in your life.

"Hello, sorry to bother you." Just then, the girl next to me suddenly spoke, pointing to the computer screen, "I keep getting a login failure message, could you help me take a look?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the distracted blond youth made a mistake and his game character died again. He had already taken off his headphones when the girl sat down, probably because he wanted to keep track of her movements.

Just like the blond-haired youth thought, the other men all glared at Han Ling with murderous intent. If the girl with the high ponytail were sitting next to them, wouldn't they be the ones talking to her right now?
After the problem is solved, we might be able to exchange contact information, and there's even a possibility of further development.

The probability of encountering a girl like this in life is extremely low, let alone having any interaction with her.

(End of this chapter)