Chapter 203
by Need_More_SleepChapter 203: The Recording
The Red Prince was dead. His corpse had already been rotting for a day.
For ordinary people, this didn’t cause much of a stir—after all, the uproar had already happened over a month ago.
News like “A criminal who was supposed to be executed escaped again, only to be killed later” could never be broadcast to the public. Otherwise, people might start doubting whether the Red Prince was really dead. Repeated flip-flopping would only erode public trust.
Because she had crushed the Red Prince’s skull, Gloria faced severe condemnation from the research institute.
Gloria retorted that if they had the guts to criticize her to her face, she could assure them she had no violent tendencies.
This final operation to eliminate the Red Prince hadn’t just involved the police—even organizations like Tian Xing Dao had participated.
On the surface, there were few casualties. But behind the scenes, several incidents had occurred that could easily be turned into dark humor.
For example, one Tian Xing Dao member woke up after surgery to hear the black-market doctor say.
“You’re awake? Sorry, but due to our mistake, while removing your kidney for transplant, we forgot to actually put one back in.”
Tian Xing Dao member: “HOW DO YOU EVEN MESS THAT UP?!”
Black-market doctor: “But hey, it’s not a total loss. I left my ultrasonic scalpel inside you.”
Tian Xing Dao member: “???”
But compared to the Red Prince’s death, more people were fixated on how Mi Xiaoliu had killed him.
“You’re telling me that massive blue beam was a gas explosion? Then explain it to the surveillance footage! And let’s not even start on the illegal weapons—” The new Intelligence Bureau chief raised his doubts.
“Based on my years of experience in Fanzui City, it was a gas explosion.” Officer Chen answered solemnly.
“Bullshit! Eyewitnesses say the transforming weapon resembled equipment from the Dream Game incident. And if you think about it, the antidote grass might also be from there—”
“It was a gas explosion.”
“You motherf—”
“It was a gas explosion.” Officer Chen’s voice took on a subtly persuasive tone.
“Don’t be absurd.”
“It was a gas explosion.”
“It was a gas explosion.” The Intelligence Bureau chief echoed.
Assimilation complete.
From then on, with this chief as the source, everyone would come to believe in the gas explosion theory.
Except for a few strong-willed insiders… and the gas company’s owner.
After carefully reviewing the handwritten records personally delivered by Humpback Whale, Officer Chen burned them without hesitation.
Was the dream server in Mi Xiaoliu’s possession?
Not necessarily. Maybe she just had an ability to materialize things she’d seen to some extent.
Honestly, even if the server was with her, it might not be a bad thing under current circumstances.
The decision to assign Okulet as Mi Xiaoliu’s bodyguard wasn’t just because of his overall strength—higher-ups also wanted to investigate her secrets.
Using the Lasvedo family’s unique eyes, they’d tried to peer into Mi Xiaoliu’s personal inventory to see how many miracle herbs she had stored and how she produced them. All attempts failed, proving just how well-hidden her abilities were.
If something like the dream server couldn’t be secured for official use, destroying it was the next best option. The problem was, Easter had infiltrated the authorities.
If this information leaked, every organization would likely target Mi Xiaoliu—not just Easter.
Truthfully, if not for the Black Element and the importance of her miracle herb production, this girl could’ve been an outstanding Paranormal Police officer.
What a shame.
———
“The word ‘noisy’ generally refers to loud, chaotic sounds—people talking in a clamor…”
Heli had returned.
This day trip to the meteor crater had been somewhat perilous. Just standing at the edge subjected her to sauna-like temperatures.
After staying there briefly, stepping back out into the 36°C sunlight actually felt refreshing. So Heli didn’t push her luck by venturing further down—she hadn’t brought specialized equipment anyway.
The trip had been fruitful, though. She’d brought back many rare and peculiar plants. With enough research, perhaps a solution to the Black Element could be found—though for now, she still saw no glimmer of hope.
Upon checking Mi Xiaoliu’s homework, she found not a single page completed. It seemed some events had transpired in her absence—like the Red Prince being killed by a mysterious assailant—so punishing her didn’t feel right.
Heli was curious about the details. Wasn’t Strange Grass supposed to be her bodyguard? How did it turn into the Little Demon King? And another thing…
Mi Xiaoliu seemed even clingier than before.
When Heli set out two chairs to tutor her, Mi Xiaoliu instead sat on her lap.
Heli didn’t comment.
It was just a bit too hot for summer.
Most of summer vacation had passed, yet Yiwen’s family showed no intention of returning to the Crime City—Raven still had a few lawsuits to file.
If they weren’t leaving, Heli wanted to. Every second counted for her research, and she also didn’t want Mi Xiaoliu staying here any longer.
She had a sneaking suspicion that the entire family had ulterior motives toward Mi Xiaoliu.
Toby didn’t give off that vibe, but he was a boy.
“Hey, old hag—I know you’re in there!” A rude, tomboyish voice called from outside. “Ugh, old man, why are you so hard to shake off?”
She’d spotted Okulet squatting in the yard with nothing better to do than fertilize Heli’s plants. Unable to resist, she kicked him in the rear.
Okulet raised a small shovel threateningly. Gloria cackled shamelessly and bolted.
Raven opened the door for her, immediately launching into his classic routine: “You’re Gloria? You’ve gotten so tall! I held you when you were little.”
Heli moved Mi Xiaoliu to the other chair, lest Gloria get the wrong idea.
Mi Xiaoliu walked to the window and hid behind the curtains—unaware her legs were completely exposed.
Thump-thump-thump! The sound of someone stomping upstairs.
Even for a regular college girl, this was excessively noisy—let alone a young lady.
“Hey, brat, you here?” Gloria stared straight at Mi Xiaoliu’s legs.
Her feet were slightly pigeon-toed from nervousness, toes curled inward.
Damn, this kid’s girly.
Heli joined Gloria in staring at Mi Xiaoliu’s legs and lied through her teeth: “He’s not here.”
“Oh. Well, whatever. Those potted plants in the yard—yours? That chili pepper looks kinda sad.”
“It was fine this morning.” Heli frowned.
She’d specifically told Raven and Okulet it was an endangered species for research—keep the kids away.
“Dunno. I just watered it for you. Thought chili peppers might like chili water.” Gloria mused, feigning innocence.
Total nonsense. She didn’t even bring chili water.
The desire to murder someone with your eyes is impossible to conceal.
“Don’t bully Xiaoliu. I know your future college professors.” With that threat, Heli lifted her skirt and clattered downstairs.
“I know your future college professors,” Gloria mimicked in a mocking tone, her grin widening.
She yanked the curtains open.
Mi Xiaoliu clutched a pen, shuffling a step away from Gloria.
Timid as a mouse.
Gloria was baffled. This was the kid who one-shot the Red Prince?
Yet the news had reported it plainly: “Notorious human trafficker executed on-site by mysterious assailant.”
The media seemed to be painting the “mysterious assailant” in a positive light—not that their reputation was bad to begin with.
The brat did the killing, but I got splattered with blood. Annoying.
Still, without her, the Red Prince might’ve escaped.
You did good for once, brat.
As for the loot from the Red Prince, Gloria had zero interest in victim recordings—only perverts enjoyed that stuff. She’d tossed it to Shen Qing, who’d tailed her, to handle the paperwork before making her escape.
Gloria pulled out a stick of gum and offered it to Mi Xiaoliu: “Since you helped me take out the Red Prince, here’s some candy.”
Mi Xiaoliu carefully pulled the gum out.
A fake cockroach sprang onto her finger.
Mi Xiaoliu stared at it, puzzled.
How fascinating.
Another prank failed. Gloria was devastated.
Is there anything this kid fears besides me?
She patted Mi Xiaoliu’s shoulder mournfully: “Too bad. Once school starts, I won’t be around to bully you anymore.”
Mi Xiaoliu grabbed the curtains and hid behind them again.
Gloria dragged her back out.
Time for business—the old hag would return soon.
“Help me steal one more thing. Whether you succeed or not, I’ll treat you to a hamburger.”
—
Lasvedo Family Residence.
“Confirmed dead this time?” The Chairwoman sat at her desk, sipping coffee.
Too easy. Someone who had evaded death for so long, dying so effortlessly?
But then again, those who die in car accidents never think they’ll be the ones to crash.
“Yes. His brain was crushed. The police confirmed the DNA matched.” Shen Qing affirmed.
She hesitated, lips parting slightly as if struggling to find the right words.
“About the Red Prince’s belongings… I believe you should see this, Madam.”
Shen Qing presented the camcorder with both hands.
Ever since Okulet returned home, she had addressed the chairwoman as Madam.
When Gloria handed it to her, Shen Qing had reviewed it first out of caution—in case it contained footage of children the Red Prince had failed to kill.
After watching, she decided against handing it over to the police.
Unlike other bodyguards, Shen Qing had been raised from childhood as a servant truly loyal to the Lasvedo family. To her, Okulet and the Madam’s orders outweighed everything else.
“Hm?”
The chairwoman took the camcorder and turned it on.
On the screen, a pink-haired researcher in a lab coat held a little girl’s hand.
The girl stood motionless, her face blank, eyes devoid of life.
Black hair, blue eyes, delicate features—like a little angel descended from heaven.
The teacup in the chairwoman’s hand fell to the floor. Scalding coffee splashed onto her feet, but she didn’t even notice.
She rewound the footage, scrutinizing the girl.
Misha. That’s definitely Misha.
Her Misha. Her daughter.
Why?
How could Misha still be alive… No, this isn’t Misha.
With the pseudo-human incident as precedent, the chairwoman quickly steadied herself and kept watching.
The researcher resembled Heli, but her demeanor was colder, more clinical compared to Heli’s faint traces of warmth.
Likely the corpse Heli had frozen. So was this footage from Easter?
The background showed assorted jars and mechanical arms for lab work—far more advanced than Heli’s setup.
Meaning, the “Misha” in the footage was the pseudo-human they’d encountered earlier.
Pseudo-humans were Easter’s technology, as Heli had confirmed.
But soon, that assumption shattered.
In the video, a female voice asked the pink-haired woman:
“Her self-regeneration is too fast. How do we study her eyes?”
“Don’t die stupid.” The woman replied flatly.
She bound Misha’s hands and feet, gagging her mouth. The girl offered no resistance.
Then she opened a tall container.
The pungent liquid inside finally made the girl struggle, whimpering in fear. But with her limbs restrained, she thrashed like a fish on a cutting board.
The woman took a tool and gouged out the girl’s eyeball, placing it in a glass dish. A mechanical arm swiftly dumped the girl into the container.
Blood bloomed from the hollow sockets in the liquid. A few bubbles escaped her nose. After barely any movement, the girl went still, floating silently.
The chairwoman paused the video. She clutched her head, gasping loudly, her entire body trembling.
“What is this?”
Shen Qing stood at attention, head bowed, unable to answer.
“Where did this come from? Is that Misha?” The chairwoman slammed the desk hard, agitation seeping into her voice.
“Madam, I cannot answer that.” Shen Qing replied calmly.
She knew the chairwoman was slipping into irrationality.
Taking a deep breath, the chairwoman pulled up Heli’s contact.
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