Chapter 141
by Need_More_SleepChapter 141: She’s A Bit Oblivious
“Master, you were too reckless. How could you drop a building right in the city center? Luckily, the police cleared everyone out from there ahead of time.”
Actually, it was just because no one actually lived there—the police had deliberately chosen that location as a battlefield.
“Sorry,” Mi Xiaoliu lowered her head.
“N-no, there’s no need to apologize…”
No matter what, it shouldn’t be her master apologizing to her.
From Sasha and Mi Xiaoliu’s perspective, it all started when Yiwen got a call saying she had to deal with the mess left by the Dream Game.
Then, she miraculously worked with a bunch of fed colleagues to arrest three people and seize a computer case, even getting into a firefight with another group over it.
They didn’t even know who that other group was. All they saw was the feds guarding the computer case like a treasure, while the other group fought desperately to get it.
Anyone would think that case must be the server—why else would they care so much if it was fake? Unless that little white-haired girl with the willow-brow and phoenix eyes was also spreading misinformation?
But when Mi Xiaoliu snatched the case, a huge commotion broke out behind her. That’s when Sasha sensed something was off, but it was already too late—by then, a bunch of feds had noticed them.
“Speaking of which, since we’ve come this far, no one should be chasing us anymore, right?” Sasha used Mi Xiaoliu’s perspective to look around.
Even the little white-haired girl who could fly had never chased Mi Xiaoliu this far before. At most, it took a couple of intersections to shake her off.
Mi Xiaoliu was now in an unfinished residential area. The landscaping was pretty good, making it look like a small garden, but almost none of the surrounding buildings had any lights on.
It was about 8:00 p.m., still early for most families to turn off their lights.
Normally, even in an unfinished neighborhood, you’d see a few scattered households, but this wasn’t unusual for Fanzui City.
After all, this place was practically at the edge of the city. With Fanzui City being so dangerous, who would dare buy a house in such a remote area? And it’s new construction, too—no history of being a haunted house, so who’d be dumb enough to pay the original high price?
Out-of-towners who come to Fanzui City to buy property only look for haunted houses because they’re cheap. Whoever thought of developing here must have been really full of themselves.
Having shaken off the crime star, Mi Xiaoliu’s next task was to go back the way she always did—unnoticed. Walking through the city at night in black clothes, sticking to small roads, made it hard to be spotted.
But just as she turned to leave, a pen “snapped” against her head. The impact was light, not even enough to make her flinch.
Mi Xiaoliu picked up the pen in confusion and looked around.
She was standing in the middle of a relatively open square in the center of the neighborhood. Most places would put a statue or some decorative stones here to fill the space, but this area hadn’t been developed yet.
In short, the surroundings were open and empty, with no one in sight. But the pen had come from somewhere.
Mi Xiaoliu stored the pen in her system space.
No owner in sight—whatever she picked up was hers now.
“No… Master, please take out that pen and look at its tip,” Sasha reminded her.
Mi Xiaoliu did as told.
“Just as I thought! Master, destroy it quickly and get out of here! That pen has a camera in it.”
Without hesitation, Mi Xiaoliu crushed the pen. Blue ink splashed all over her hand as the ink sac burst, and wires spilled out from inside.
She tossed the pen away, turned, and jumped over the neighborhood fence—since the gaps were smaller than those at school, she couldn’t squeeze through.
As she landed, she saw a child crouched on the ground, covering their eyes and sobbing.
The child didn’t look very old—less than ten years old, probably just out of kindergarten. A dark cat-eared hat covered all their hair, and if not for the light-colored dress, it would have been impossible to tell if it was a boy or a girl.
Because she couldn’t see color, Mi Xiaoliu could only tell whether the child’s clothes were dark or light.
“This child…” Sasha murmured quietly.
Mi Xiaoliu ignored her and walked straight past, heading further back.
In her experience, children younger than herself were creatures who might throw eggs at her.
But unexpectedly, the little girl reached out and grabbed her trench coat: “Big sister, can you help me find my sister?”
Mi Xiaoliu paused in confusion, stopping to turn and look down at her.
The little girl raised her head, locking eyes with Mi Xiaoliu with teary, glistening eyes. Her eyelids weren’t particularly red—or at least, they shouldn’t be, since Mi Xiaoliu couldn’t really tell.
But the obvious tears in her eyes made her look pitifully fragile. Even without the help of a flattering hairstyle, it was clear she was an incredibly adorable child.
Her baby fat was just right, her features delicate and well-proportioned, and her relatively large eyes compared to an adult’s, gazed weakly at Mi Xiaoliu.
She was so cute that one couldn’t even imagine what she’d look like grown up—because unless she turned out to be an absolute beauty, it’d feel like she’d somehow “wasted” her potential.
When Mi Xiaoliu saw the girl’s face, she felt an indescribable emotion. It was somewhat similar to how she felt when looking at stir-fried green peppers and celery, but not entirely the same.
“Sasha,” she called, hoping Sasha could explain it to her.
“Ahem. Master, your current emotions consist of one-tenth fear, two-tenths irritation, two-tenths disgust, one-tenth nausea, and finally, four-tenths confusion.” Even as she said this, Sasha herself sounded a little lost.
“Mmm.” Mi Xiaoliu reached out and wiped the girl’s tears away.
Her touch was gentle, not rough despite the emotions stirring inside her.
Then the little girl covered her eyes and began wailing.
Because Mi Xiaoliu’s hand still had traces of unwashed ink, and she had just smeared it directly into the child’s eyes.
Mi Xiaoliu looked down at her hand in puzzlement. Seeing the girl cry even harder, she moved to wipe her tears again.
“Master, get away from her. Now.” Sasha quickly stopped her.
“Why?” Mi Xiaoliu didn’t understand.
“That child is definitely not normal… Master, didn’t you notice? When you touched her, there was no body temperature at all.”
And it was the middle of summer.
“Her skin feels strange, and there’s a… familiar smell coming from her. Master, I’m certain she’s not a real human.”
Mi Xiaoliu’s brow twitched slightly.
Despite her limited memories, she knew exactly what that smell was.
It was the same scent that had clung to the pseudo-humans who had attacked her before. It wasn’t pungent, but it wasn’t pleasant either—at least, Mi Xiaoliu didn’t like it.
Because whenever she smelled it, a deep discomfort settled into her body.
Following Sasha’s advice, Mi Xiaoliu stopped paying attention to the little girl, turned, and hurried away.
After she left, the crying girl mechanically lowered her arms. The sound of rustling footsteps grew closer, and a gloved hand in motorcycle gear pressed down on her head while another hand, holding a cloth, scrubbed roughly at her eyes—completely disregarding how fragile human eyes were.
Unsurprisingly, it didn’t come off.
“Anesthetic doesn’t work on her?” The Clown Girl walked over, carrying a bucket of water to help the Crow Man scrub the girl’s face, but the ink wouldn’t wash away.
Of course not—she had specifically chosen ink that wouldn’t come off easily.
If this had been normal human skin, the scrubbing would’ve taken off a layer along with the ink.
Not only did it not come off, but the girl’s face even distorted under the pressure. Frustrated, the Clown Girl kicked her. “This stuff was expensive. That ‘Princess’ is seriously heartless—she ‘blinded’ someone and then just ran away like a criminal.”
The Crow Man ignored her, instead reaching out and peeling the little girl’s face right off. Clear fluid splattered across the ground.
“Boss, your plan didn’t work. You should’ve just let me handle it directly,” the Clown Girl said into her headset, displeased.
“She didn’t have any strange reaction when she saw Misha?” The Red Prince asked.
“Nope. She seems pretty clueless,” the Clown Girl grumbled.
“Oh. Then come back for now.”
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