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The noodle restaurant was small and unremarkable. To be honest, if Bo Jiu hadn't raked her brain, she wouldn't have thought of it. Likewise, the most obvious places tend to be neglected because they were too ordinary and part of their life. But it had the perfect view.

It was like the time she had been in disguise, sitting in a convenience store eating oden while watching police cars roar past her.

Bo Jiu glanced up. The tip of the tongue reached her upper jaw. This time, she was the one stopping him. Intelligent as Bo Jiu was, she didn't allow the plainclothes officer to follow her. Also, she didn't enter through the front or the sides. Instead, she turned to the back and removed her black trench coat, tying it around her waist. With a sharp push, she held onto the wall and entered through the back kitchen.