Getting lost is actually a very normal occurrence.
Occasionally, even if just occasionally, in a moment of distraction in a crowded place, the friends beside you can easily disappear.
Just as Bai Yuyou was experiencing at this moment—
"Gone..." The girl stood on the street, looking around, still holding a hot dog in her hand.
It was free time now, and they were moving in groups of four, but Bai Yuyou hadn't expected there to be so many people here. In the blink of an eye, Keke and the others were nowhere to be seen.
"......" Bai Yuyou took off her mask and began eating the hot dog in small bites.
Since things had come to this, she might as well eat first.
After taking a couple of bites of the hot dog, Bai Yuyou took out her phone, planning to contact Tang Keke and the others—Ye Shuang had once said that the more such situations arise, the more one must not panic. One just needs to follow the steps in the manual to handle the problem.
Lighting up her phone, Bai Yuyou found that Tang Keke had already sent several messages, seven or eight of them.
Tang Keke: Where are you?!
Tang Keke: Reply quickly, I'm so worried!
Tang Keke: Send your location.
...
Messages like these, Tang Keke's anxious emotions seemed to practically leap out from the phone screen.
"Mmm." Bai Yuyou took another bite of her hot dog, replying with her other hand.
But just at that moment, someone bumped her shoulder.
The phone slipped from her hand, and along with the hot dog, fell to the ground.
Bai Yuyou was stunned for a moment, then turned her head—standing beside her was a woman with long golden hair. Though wearing sunglasses, one could tell at a glance she was a foreigner.
Moreover, she was tall and slender, a full 190 centimeters tall, dressed in an exaggerated black gown and a lace-trimmed sun hat, followed by two bald bodyguards. Her presence was quite intimidating, and this aura didn't come solely from her height.
"Oh?" The woman's pale face beneath the sunglasses, her crimson lips curling slightly into a smile, "Is there something wrong, little one?"
"It's nothing." Bai Yuyou shook her head. She crouched down and picked up both the hot dog and her phone.
She pressed the buttons, but the outer screen was shattered, cracked like a spiderweb.
Black screen...
The girl tried turning it on again but found it was completely unresponsive.
Subconsciously, she turned her head once more. By now, that tall blonde woman had already walked away, seemingly having asked about the incident just casually.
Bai Yuyou: "......"
She looked at her phone again, then at the hot dog, which was now covered in dust.
This couldn't be eaten either.
Bai Yuyou stood still for quite a while, then remembered she hadn't yet replied to Tang Keke with her location, but her phone was unusable.
Without her phone, she felt as if she had been forgotten by the world.
Tourists passed by all around, but not a single familiar face was among them.
Bai Yuyou stood by the roadside waiting for a while, like a lost kitten unable to find its way home.
Can't get back...
After confirming that Tang Keke and the others couldn't find her location, Bai Yuyou gathered her thoughts and began seeking a solution.
She had some cash on her, enough to get to the destination hotel to regroup.
But Bai Yuyou couldn't speak the local language, although Ye Shuang had said they would most likely understand Mandarin.
"Hmm..." Remembering Ye Shuang's instructions, the girl now took off her backpack and rummaged inside for a bit, finally pulling out a strange little pouch.
"Pouch..."
【For Emergencies Only】
Four words were written on it.
Bai Yuyou tilted her head. It seemed Ye Shuang had put this in before?
The girl reached out and opened it, finding a small box inside.
Opening it, Bai Yuyou discovered it contained three phones, a multi-function charger, data cables, a SIM card ejector tool, several thousand in cash, a translator...
It also came with a handwritten note.
【In case you run into trouble. If your phone breaks, use a new one. If none work, take a taxi and show the driver this address—Ye Shuang】
Attached was an address, translated into multiple languages.
"Ye Shuang is amazing, a prophet." Bai Yuyou was a bit curious how Ye Shuang knew her phone would break.
Bai Yuyou picked up the SIM card ejector tool, swapped the card from her old phone into a new one, and lit up the screen again.
Just as the girl was about to contact Tang Keke, she heard familiar shouts from afar, "Hey, Yuyou!"
"Yuyou!"
Bai Yuyou turned around and was hugged the next second.
Tang Keke, looking thoroughly frightened, held the girl tightly, "You scared me to death! Why didn't you reply to our messages? Don't you know we were so worried about you!"
At that moment, Bai Yuyou was pressed against the backpack, the formidable "Slime" pressure even making it hard for her to breathe for a moment.
"Huff... puff..."
"Ah, sorry!" Tang Keke quickly let go.
Bai Yuyou looked at Taozi and An Shiyu who had followed behind and asked, "You... where were you just now?"
"Right around the corner! You really scared me. Luckily, An Shiyu had a location tracker," Tang Keke said. "Why didn't you reply to the messages?"
"My phone broke..." Bai Yuyou showed Tang Keke the phone, its screen now covered in cracks.
"Wow, that's dangerous."
"It's okay. Ye Shuang prepared three phones." Bai Yuyou showed Tang Keke the little pouch Ye Shuang had prepared. "Ye Shuang is a prophet."
"Rather than a prophet..." Tang Keke looked at the pouch full of gear, seeming somewhat surprised.
"It's more like he was overly prepared." Taozi couldn't help but laugh.
"Such a worrier." An Shiyu, standing to the side, also glanced at it.
"Just now, you mentioned a location tracker..." Bai Yuyou now spoke up to ask.
"Here, this bracelet on your wrist, Ye Shuang prepared it for you, right?" An Shiyu pointed at the white bracelet on Bai Yuyou's wrist.
Hearing this, Bai Yuyou looked at the bracelet on her wrist.
Before going out, when Ye Shuang was helping her get dressed—putting on a mask, sunglasses, and such—he had put this on her. At the time, Ye Shuang hadn't said anything about it, and Bai Yuyou had simply thought it was just an accessory.
"That's a navigation bracelet. Uncle mentioned it to me in advance and even installed an app, just in case you got lost." An Shiyu waved her hand. "That's why I said there was no need to panic."
"Who knew about that? Of course we would panic!" Tang Keke retorted to An Shiyu.
"Stay calm. She's not a child."
As An Shiyu spoke, she eyed Bai Yuyou's jacket. The next moment, she reached out and pulled at it, retrieving a small, sleek phone from a hidden slit pocket. There was even money tucked inside the phone case.
Bai Yuyou was stunned for a few seconds. How did she not know about this?
"Hmm... impressive." Even An Shiyu felt Ye Shuang was a bit incredible.
Money and phones were stashed all over Bai Yuyou's person, in her suitcase, and in her backpack, as if afraid the slightest thing might go wrong.

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