If it was such an accident, then it surely would have been reported in the news. Whether on TV or in the newspapers.
The tombstone in the cemetery has the clear date and time of death, which is a good reference time for Da Zhe.
At the Oxygen Sheep Internet Café, Da Zhe was sitting in one of the single seats, searching for the information he wanted.
"Sir, your green tea."
The waitress, a young girl, quietly observed the man with a scarf after delivering a bottle of green tea, feeling that he was completely different from the young folks who came here to play games.
"Is there something else?" Da Zhe noticed the waitress hadn't left and curiously asked.
"No... nothing." The young waitress could only shake her head and walk away.
Hmm... unable to resist this type of young but very mature, magnetic-voiced man...
