Chapter 86

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Amidst the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

Jiang Ping's expression remained unchanged on the surface, but his mind was racing: "Gold represents wealth. What does it mean when it's mixed with white?" He thought, "Does it signify a completely different kind of fortune, or does it indicate that the old man's wealth will change?"

Just as Jiang Ping was pondering these questions, the bus suddenly came to a screeching halt. With the sharp sound of the brakes, everyone on the bus was thrown forward by inertia.

The most chaotic were the few hooligans, who "Ouch"ed and huddled together, inadvertently surrounding the old man. One of them took advantage of the chaos to steal the old man's money and quickly passed it to the person behind him. That person immediately handed the money to another companion, and after two transfers, the old man's money was in the hands of the hooligan farthest from him.

The surrounding passengers were busy stabilizing themselves and didn't notice the hooligans stealing the old man's money. However, their supposedly unnoticed actions didn't escape Jiang Ping's eyes.

Seeing the old man's money being stolen, Jiang Ping suddenly realized that the golden light mixed with white represented a loss of wealth.

This discovery also sparked Jiang Ping's imagination, and he couldn't help but think to himself: "If gold mixed with white indicates a loss of wealth, does it mean that any fortune represented by a color mixed with white will be destroyed? For example, purple mixed with white means losing one's position; pink mixed with white means a breakup with a lover?"

Just as these thoughts were running through Jiang Ping's mind, the thin old man suddenly shouted, "My money is gone! It must have been stolen! There's a thief on the bus!"

As soon as the old man spoke, the previously calm bus became lively. Some people reminded the old man to check his other pockets, while others suggested that he might have dropped the money before getting on the bus. More people watched the hooligans standing around the old man with suspicion, clearly suspecting them the most.

The old man, with a sorrowful face, said, "I'm sure I put the money in this pocket. I checked it after getting on the bus, and it was still there. In the blink of an eye, it was gone! This is the money for my wife's medical treatment. What am I supposed to do now?"

Seeing the old man so certain, more passengers focused their attention on the two hooligans standing next to him. Since the old man got on the bus, only they had been by his side. If his money was indeed stolen, they were the most likely suspects. The old man also suspected them but didn't dare to say it out loud because they were a group.

The bus driver couldn't ignore the theft. However, he didn't want to offend the hooligans, fearing they might cause trouble later. So he said symbolically, "Whoever took the old man's money, please return it. Otherwise, we'll have to call the police, and things will get worse!"

The two hooligans standing next to the old man seemed to sense the suspicion. One of them loudly protested, "Why are you all looking at me? I didn't steal the money. If you don't believe me, you can search me!"

Of course, no passenger dared to search them. The hooligan, seeing this, felt secretly pleased. However, he still put on an innocent act, turning out all his pockets for everyone to see and loudly declaring, "See? I didn't steal the old man's money!"

Influenced by his companion, the other hooligan also began to prove his innocence. They emptied all their pockets and even took off their shirts. The total amount of money they had was less than 200 yuan, leaving the old man and other passengers speechless.

Jiang Ping watched the farce in silence, a cold smile playing on his lips. These hooligans' tricks could only deceive amateurs; they couldn't fool Jiang Ping. The stolen money was in the pocket of the hooligan farthest from the old man. This guy was pretending not to know his companion, calmly admiring the scenery outside.

According to Jiang Ping's nature, he wasn't one to meddle in such matters. However, one of the hooligans had a grudge against him, and the old man looked truly pitiful. So Jiang Ping decided to help the old man and teach the hooligans a lesson.

With his mind made up, Jiang Ping walked toward the old man as if nothing was amiss. As he passed the hooligan with the stolen money, he swiftly reached out and took all the money from his pocket.

Although Jiang Ping's main profession in his previous life wasn't theft, his skills were far beyond those of these hooligans. The guy didn't even notice that the money his companion had just stolen was now in Jiang Ping's pocket.

Jiang Ping approached the old man and said with concern, "Old man, look again. Maybe you just forgot and put the money in another pocket?"

Jiang Ping looked like a good student, much more trustworthy than the hooligans. The old man's attitude toward him was different, and he said with a worried face, "I remember putting it in the left pocket of my pants. I don't think I could have forgotten."

"Look again, just in case," Jiang Ping said, comforting the old man while reaching into his other pocket, pretending to help.

The old man, being a straightforward person, felt that Jiang Ping was a bit too enthusiastic but didn't refuse his help. He just frowned and muttered, "I'm not senile yet; I wouldn't forget..."

"Ha, found it!" Before the old man could finish, Jiang Ping exclaimed. He then reached into the old man's pocket and pulled out a stack of money in front of all the passengers.

"This... How is this possible?" The old man was stunned, muttering to himself, "Did I really become senile?"

Jiang Ping didn't say much, just smiled and said, "The money is definitely from your pocket, right? Count it to make sure."

"Okay, okay!" The old man quickly took the money and counted it. After a moment, he looked up with a smile, "8,700 yuan, it's correct. This money is indeed mine!"

The old man's words relieved the bus driver and passengers. It turned out that it wasn't a theft on the bus but a false alarm due to a memory lapse.

The hooligans, however, were stunned, not understanding what had happened. They had clearly taken the money from the old man's pocket, so how did he find it again? Was it magic?

Seeing the hooligans' stunned expressions, Jiang Ping secretly smiled. These guys were just petty thieves; they couldn't avoid being outsmarted by Jiang Ping.

The old man, unaware of the situation, thought he had just made a mistake. After the "false alarm," he became more cautious, making it harder for the hooligans to try again.

However, Jiang Ping could only help the old man once. He had to get off the bus as it had reached his stop.

The hoolin who knew Jiang Ping saw him get off and quickly signaled his companions, and they all followed him off the bus.

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The fourth update is complete. Hippo is going to sleep...

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