Chapter 12: Beauty Su Qian

Early the next morning, Meng Fan suddenly got up, got up and came to the living room, but saw that rats and glasses were already waiting here.

"Xiaofan, where are you going today? How to get there?" The mouse's tone was a little eager, and his glasses were not good at words, but he looked at Meng Fan silently, and his eyes were a little reluctant.

"I'm going to Dalian, just take a taxi. Shit, don't make it like a life-and-death separation. You may come back in a few days. Meng Fan punched the mouse and laughed.

"So your boy will come back. Damn, I'm scared to death." The mouse's expression was obviously relieved and he laughed.

After a few words of greeting with the two, Meng Fan went out and learned that Meng Fan would come back. They said goodbye carelessly and did not send them far.

Control electronics and machinery, but how can I fight when I encounter threats from other powers? On the side of the road, Meng Fan thought as he walked.

That's right! Didn't Song Qing successfully stop the flying knife when he shot the flying knife yesterday? In detail, the flying knife is also a kind of machinery, and it is definitely no problem to control it as you like!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan found a knife store and bought four good stainless steel knives, which were about three inches long and half an inch wide. The blade seemed to be coated with some kind of alloy, with a fascinating light gold.

"It should be some kind of fruit knife." Finding a place where there was no one, Meng Fan held a knife in his hand and his heart moved. The tip of the knife went down, like an obedient child, floating quietly above the palm of Meng Fan's hand.

"Go!" With a light spit, the knife rotated at a high speed like a drill bit. At the same time, it crossed an arc with a few meters in diameter in the air and cut through the air, but in half a second it returned to Meng Fan's hands.

Isn't this the flying sword in fairy novels? We are also practitioners in the novel. Meng Fan laughed twice, and a novel sense of pride arose spontaneously. It seemed that he could protect himself in general danger.

However, it is still unknown whether it can protect itself in front of all kinds of strange powers. Anyway, let's take it one step at a time!

Meng Fan put away four knives, returned to the roadside, stopped a taxi, negotiated a price of 2,000 yuan with the driver, and drove smoothly to Dalian.

Dalian, a beautiful coastal city, is also the most economically developed and richest city in Northeast China. The sea breeze is warm, the air is humid, and the clean road is almost spotless.

Meng Fan came to Dalian for the first time. He stood by the roadside and looked at this prosperous city with high-rise buildings. He was confused.

"Grandma, isn't it like looking for a needle in such a big city?" Meng Fan scratched his head, "Also, where is this?"

"That Song Qing bastard only marked the city on the list, and at least he should give a house number." I didn't eat at noon, and my stomach has been purring for a long time. Meng Fan is tired and hungry now, and has no clue. He really wants to cry without tears.

After looking for a long time aimlessly, I finally found a restaurant. The meal came to my mouth, but I couldn't eat it. My mind was full of 'beauty artist' Su Qian.

How to find it? Yes! Meng Fan's mind flashed, and a good idea suddenly emerged.

Network, yes, it's the network.

The Internet is all-encompassing, and anyone's information can be found on the Internet.

I am a great mechanic, the controller of electronics and machinery. The network is connected by a computer. Computers can be said to be the nodes of the network world and the most basic elements. However, a computer is just an electronic device. The so-called computer program is just a transformation of certain high and low potentials on the computer motherboard.

Controlling a networked computer can perfectly detect the whole network, which should also be one of my abilities. I'm afraid the most powerful hacker is just like this.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan couldn't sit still and ate a few mouthfuls of food randomly, and then hurriedly left the restaurant and found an Internet cafe.

The facilities of the Internet cafe are very good now, but the "No Minors" sign at the door seems to have become a decoration. Most of the people surfing the Internet are 15 or 16 years old, playing some messy games.

Meng Fan paid the deposit and found a private room to sit down. Starting up and searching on the Internet, Meng Fan didn't even have to touch the computer. He just sat quietly and thought about it. He occasionally took a sip of orange juice, that's all.

Two minutes later, the computer successfully and automatically invaded the public security system and called out all the women named Su Qian in Dalian, as well as their addresses, occupations and other related information.

In Dalian, there are seven women named Su Qian, two under the age of ten, four between 16 and 24 years old, and the remaining one is 54 years old.

Although I don't know the exact age of Su Qian, the 'beauty artist', Meng Fan almost subconsciously focused on four people between the ages of 16 and 24.

After the data was recorded, Meng Fan even printed out their photos. Everything was ready, and then what he had to do was to visit these people one by one to find the real 'beauty artists' among them.

What kind of ability will she have? Meng Fan was full of excitement when he thought of seeing a 'similar'.

What will the darkness behind the sunlight, the hidden undercurrent of peace, the 25 powers on this list bring to themselves? While looking forward to it, Meng Fan also felt a little uneasy.

"Wow--" Meng Fan stood up, took a long breath, settled his mind, and left the Internet cafe.

Four people focus on, two of whom are in the south of the city and two in the west of the city. One afternoon, Meng Fan only had time to visit one of them.

The first person, 23 years old, is a preschool teacher. When Meng Fan came to the gate of the kindergarten where she worked, a group of children were surrounding her. She carefully carried two or three-year-old children on the slide and watched the children slide down the slide happily, as dignified and beautiful as angels.

I don't know who has ever counted that in the team of teachers, preschool teachers have the least utilitarianism. After her, from low to high, they are primary school teachers, junior high school teachers, senior high school teachers, and finally university professors. The funny thing is that the utilitarianism of the teaching profession is directly proportional to the age of the children they teach.

Meng Fan hesitated for a while and felt that he should not destroy this harmony and beauty, so he looked at the children at the door with a smile and waited quietly.

The children are innocent and pure in heart, representing all innocence and beauty. Looking at it, Meng Fan suddenly remembered the little girl who was almost killed by the drunken bastard, and the beautiful smiling face that gradually drifted away in the sky.

After a while, it seemed that it was time for cultural class. She coaxed the children into the classroom to listen to the class, with a spring breeze on her face.

If only she was looking for Su Qian, Meng Fan thought so.

The door of the kindergarten is the kind of electronically controlled sliding door, and Meng Fan's sliding door slowly opens.

"What?" Su Qian, who was about to enter the classroom, heard the sound of pulling the door and turned to look at Meng Fan with a puzzled expression.

"'Beauty' Su Qian?" Meng Fan walked in with a smile on his face.

"Who are you? Why did you break in? Go quickly, or I'll call the security guard!" Recently, the murderers broke into primary schools and kindergartens and injured people. Su Qian cautiously took a step back and stared at Meng Fan, as if she was afraid that Meng Fan would pull out a big knife from somewhere.

Meng Fan was a little helpless and had to stop and say, "I'm sorry, I took the liberty." Then, he slowly retreated.

She just said the name of 'cosmetist', but she didn't respond at all except for doubt and panic. It seems that she should not be a real beautician.

Meng Fan was a little disappointed, but he had no choice but to go to the next goal.

The second person, 16 years old, a high school student, is dizzy by mathematics and physics every day.

The third person, 23 years old, is struggling on the edge of graduation and unemployment.

These two people are not real 'beauticians'. It seems that their luck is not ordinary. Now there is only one left.

The last person was 21 years old in the west of the city. He dropped out of college for only a month and started a business. Now he has opened a coffee shop next to a university and has become a well-deserved small boss.

When Meng Fan came to her cafe, it was almost evening. The pale yellow neon signs in the cafe were emitting a fascinating yellow light, giving people a hazy feeling.

"Boss, a cup of coffee." Meng Fan entered the cafe and found a small room surrounded by fresh and elegant music. The pale red decorative wallpaper and hanging pendants gave people a comfortable feeling.

The owner of this cafe must be very tasteful.

"Yo, Boy, my shop rarely comes to strangers!" An enchanting fashionable girl twisted her waist, brought a cup of fragrant coffee, and then stood aside and stared at Meng Fan with interest, "It's still a little handsome man."

Meng Fan was cold all over, like a child who had done something wrong, and only dared to glance at her with the afterglow.

About 1.65 meters, with curly hair, sexy lips, black tights, low chest opening, eyes with misty light, she is completely a mature woman who touches all men.

But Meng Fan still recognized it at a glance. Although the costume is different from the photo logged in by the public security system, she is the fourth person she is looking for!

But is she really only 21 years old? Meng Fan swallowed his saliva and completely forgot what he wanted to say, so he had to take a big sip of coffee in a panic.

"Ah." The hot coffee soaked my tongue, shook my hands, and the coffee in the cup was wet all over.

Su Qian giggled, reached out to pull out a napkin at the table, and bent down to wipe Meng Fan's coffee: "Handsome man, that's not how you drink coffee."

Meng Fan only felt that there was a white flower in front of him, and his embarrassed face turned red. He simply turned his head and didn't dare to look at it at all.

"Haha." Su Qian smiled and trembled, "It's really a shy child. Enjoy your coffee. This is a good mocha. It's really a waste to sprinkle it on your body."

"'Beauty' Su Qian." Meng Fan's voice was very low. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Su Qian's body tremble slightly.

"Who are you? How did you know my name?" Su Qian raised her head solemnly as if she had been fixed, and her expression was completely different from the mature and elegant just now.

Almost at the same time, Meng Fan determined that this person was Su Qian, the 'beauty artist' on the list.

"My name is Meng Fan, and you are on my list."

Su Qian slowly retreated cautiously, with a cautious expression on her face. After a few steps back, she finally turned around and ran quickly.

A knife was nailed to the door panel fiercely, blocking Su Qian's way. Su Qian turned around and looked at Meng Fan in panic. She dared not move again.

"Don't kill me!" Su Qian thought for a moment and made a little woman's expression full of **, "They listen to you in everything."