Chapter 188
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Chapter 188: The Imitator
As they turned the corner, the smiles on the faces of the Nian team vanished in an instant.
The expressions of the five resembled mechanical arms on a factory assembly line attempting to synchronize; after several adjustments, they finally achieved perfect harmony.
Upon reaching an intersection, Bomb Man spoke in a calm tone,
"My home is this way. I’ll head out first. I’ll see you guys in the activity room tomorrow morning."
The others nodded, and Nian glanced at the pedestrians around them who were casting curious looks, flashing a smile that radiated an air of superiority.
The five gradually dispersed; even Vine, who had unexpectedly lost his family, walked toward the spire.
Now, within the city, the only ones he could consider family, aside from his few teammates with whom he shared a life-and-death bond, might be Councilman Bordeaux, who had discovered and nurtured his abilities.
Of course, this seemingly reasonable network of relationships actually belonged to the true Vine.
With firm footsteps on the ground of the inner city, Vine’s mind recalled the details of the target he was about to meet:
[
Councilman Code Name: Bordeaux
Gender: Male
Age: 35-50 years
Faction: Inheritance
Power Division: Inner city central underground farms and ranches
]
"I’m genuinely looking forward to the meeting later…"
Walking down the street, Vine shook his head to dispel the biological field signals he had inadvertently picked up.
He looked up at the sun and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright light.
His somewhat transparent palm revealed a faint, dry yellow hue under the intense rays.
Meanwhile, around the corner, a cat observing him wore an expression of astonishment that only a perceptive being could comprehend.
—
Fulan had already rummaged through six trash cans today.
Although all of humanity lived in dire circumstances, some people faced even greater struggles.
Trash cans in the inner city were always in better condition than those in the outer city.
As a true patchwork creature, born from Lin Qingliu’s residual blood, with a head from an extraordinary beast and a body crafted from animal corpses, Fulan had very simple requirements for food:
It just had to be edible.
Ideally, it would come from a companion.
Her rummaging through trash cans was essentially a way to collect as many forms and functions of items as possible for better imitation.
This is why Fulan rarely hunted in the outer city—there were simply too few varieties of trash there. After flipping through a few, she would start encountering repeated equipment and materials.
The inner city offered more diversity in trash; there were seven or eight different types of trash cans alone, with an abundance of waste.
So, driven by the lofty goal of expanding her knowledge, Fulan finally discovered her destined "human" after digging through her sixth trash can today.
Why did she rummage through trash?
Of course, it was to gain experience and achieve a more perfect imitation.
So, what could be rarer and more suitable for reference than a Dummies made of straw?
Yes, in Fulan’s eyes, the Vine walking on the sidewalk was not a real human but a Dummies woven from dry yellow grass leaves.
This Dummies’ body was intricately detailed; every part, whether skin, muscle, or bone, had a corresponding weaving method for the grass leaves that aligned perfectly, showing no signs of cutting corners just because no one was watching.
What was surprising—no, what amazed the cat—was that among the hundreds and thousands of pedestrians on the street, not a single person noticed the issues with the Dummies!
In other words, in the eyes of those humans, this was entirely a real person!
What a disguise skill that was!
She seemed to have made a breakthrough regarding the missing part needed for her next level.
The ceiling that constrained the two levels began to feel slightly loosened.
Fulan’s expression of surprise and shock was partly due to the exquisite craftsmanship and partly because no one but herself noticed this flaw.
She instinctively moved her feet to follow, but to her surprise, the scarecrow, which was about ten or twenty meters away, turned its head!
The young man, with a kind face and gentle features, glanced around with some confusion, confirming that no one was tracking him and that no one’s attention was focused on him, before turning back and continuing forward.
After taking two steps, he suddenly whipped around, as if wanting to catch any potential stalker off guard.
But whether by luck or misfortune, no one was watching him; the only one moving nearby was a dirty little kitten.
The kitten looked like it had crawled out of a trash can, sporting patches of white and gray, appearing as if nobody took care of it.
The expression on Vine’s face was originally emotionless, but the moment he saw the kitten, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.
More than one person noticed the seemingly unsocial kitten; some wore expressions of disgust, while others smiled warmly.
Vine’s mind raced, and soon he made his choice.
He watched the kitten approach him and slowly bent down, revealing a flawless smile.
This smile was not the same as the expression he had when talking to those humans near the prison; it was more akin to the kind of look one displays upon seeing a cute creature weaker than themselves.
Fulan was always an excellent actress.
A being with above-average intelligence among humans was stuffed into a cat’s body, making it hard for ordinary people to tell whether she was acting or expressing genuine feelings.
As the kitten drew nearer, the fur and skin on her neck shifted, seamlessly melding the somewhat problematic pendant into her flesh, thanks to the blood granted by Lin Qingliu.
The Dummies stretched out its hands, prompting Fulan to begin her performance.
First, she let out a soft "meow," then instead of moving directly forward, she turned her body sideways, rubbing her soft side against the hands of the Dummies.
At the same time, during this process, Fulan put all her effort into sensing the Dummies’ body structure, as if she wanted to learn and apply that nearly perfect ability to imitate to herself.
She had come to an understanding: her past transformations had not considered the internal structure of objects.
Especially when transforming into those complex structures, her illusions were essentially hollow shells; although they looked perfect, a simple verification would quickly reveal the flaws.
While she could only transform into inanimate objects, the Dummies in front of her didn’t appear lifelike at all…
