Chapter 39
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Chapter 39: What’s Wrong? Did Someone Dig Up Your Grave?
“Let’s part ways here. My family moved somewhere else… Oh, and I have something to do tomorrow, so I can’t hang out. Sorry. Next time, I’ll call you out again.”
Hugging the plushie she once loved most, Yiwen waved goodbye to Mi Xiaoliu and set off on the long, uncertain “journey” home. Even this parting spot had been chosen at random.
Today was really fun.
People who lived near their friends must be so happy—just dropping by each other’s places after meals like it was nothing.
After twenty minutes of searching for the right bus stop, another half-hour of getting lost near her own doorstep, Yiwen finally made it home.
“Where did you run off to this time?”
Her little brother, who looked about Mi Xiaoliu’s age, sat in the living room doing homework. As expected, her mother’s displeased face greeted her.
“Went on a date.” Yiwen kicked off her shoes and met her mother’s gaze squarely. “With another ability user.”
“You have a boyfriend?! Since when?! Is it one of those guys at the station who’s eight years older than you?! Don’t walk away—I’m calling Old Chen right now!”
Ignoring her mother’s flustered outburst, Yiwen retreated to her room and placed the plushie—won after nearly a hundred tries—front and center on her shelf.
Once, her room had been filled with these bunny-eared cat plushies. But she’d thrown them all away eventually—after all, it was just a mascot she’d designed herself for her livestreams.
Now, though, playtime is over.
Thanks to that damn man in black (figure in black) running rampant, the higher-ups had ordered all ability-using officers to temporarily hand off their cases to regular police. The city was about to be swept clean in a full-scale crackdown on vigilantes.
They might not catch every last one of those skilled upstarts, but at least they’d learn to rein it in—to understand that real law enforcement wasn’t to be trifled with.
—
“Master, don’t be fooled by sweet talk and free food. When boys are nice to girls, there’s only one reason…” The voice in her head prattled on.
Mi Xiaoliu paused mid-step, tilting her head. It took her two full seconds to remember: Oh right, I’m a girl.
“He doesn’t know.”
The important part was that Yiwen gave her tasty food.
“He doesn’t know now. But once he finds out and sees your peerless beauty, he’ll be itching to trick underage Master into some very illegal places to do very illegal things—”
“Peerless beauty?” She stopped walking again.
Sasha had always told her she was ugly.
“That last part doesn’t count! Sasha has retracted the message!”
“Oh.”
Walking through a narrow alley she often used, Mi Xiaoliu scanned the usual spots. Sometimes a group of boys with weird hairstyles and earrings loitered here smoking. They ignored anyone young and strong but pounced like bloodhounds the moment they spotted frail elderly—
—to help them cross the street.
That rainy night before Lu Mingxue took her in, they’d even asked if she was lost, offering to escort her to the police. Of course, fresh off a botched hit and a scolding from her boss, Mi Xiaoliu had bolted.
Today, the alley was empty—save for a blonde girl leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette.
Tall for Mi Xiaoliu’s standards—over 170cm without heels—with hair reaching her lower back. Straight bangs framed her face, the ends slightly curled. Golden hair paired with amber eyes gave her a striking presence despite the common hair color.
Her chest was neither big nor small, hidden under a loose gray hoodie and black plaid skirt. Only her long, slender legs stood out.
The only description Mi Xiaoliu could muster: “Prettier than the blonde girl in class.”
Nothing about her screamed delinquent, yet here she was, smoking in an alley like those older boys.
The alley’s width varied, and the girl had planted herself at its narrowest point—leg outstretched to brace against the opposite wall.
Noticing the small boy staring, she glared. “What? Never seen a girl smoke before?”
She took a drag and blew the smoke straight at Mi Xiaoliu.
Pinching her nose, Mi Xiaoliu took a step back and pointed at the obstructing leg.
“Tch.” The girl pulled her leg in, jerking her chin for Mi Xiaoliu to pass.
As soon as Mi Xiaoliu exited, a tall woman in a suit materialized at the alley’s mouth like clockwork.
“Miss, please stop running off. Every time you ditch me, my pay gets halved.”
Her eyes locked onto the cigarette.
“She won’t know if you don’t tell.” The blonde stubbed out the cigarette and dropped it.
The woman extended a hand, expressionless.
Grudgingly, the girl handed over the pack—but the hand stayed out. With a scoff, she surrendered the lighter too.
“Your mother wants to discuss your little… excursion to Aiboge’s auction.”
“And if I refuse?”
“…Don’t make this harder for me.”
If her pay got cut again, she’d have no choice but to weep miserably in her 200-square-meter three-story villa.
“I’ll go later. Just leave me alone for now.” The girl turned away.
“…I’ll be at the café across the street.”
Once the woman left, the blonde immediately scooped up the discarded cigarette, desperately trying to relight it by blowing on the embers.
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“Ding-dong.”
Just as Mi Xiaoliu finished feeding the cat, her phone buzzed. Not the organization’s black phone—her Durian14.
Yiwen: “Things are getting rough at night lately. Criminals and cops might clash on the streets, so don’t wander around, okay?”
(“Yiwen” was labeled as Stepmom in Mi Xiaoliu’s contacts—a title she’d painstakingly typed out under Jim’s guidance. Jim had sighed and said, “Sure, whatever.”)
Liu (6): “…”
Yiwen: “Seriously, look.”
Several wanted posters followed.
Liu (6): “…”
Yiwen: “Why do you only reply with dots?”
The message was quickly recalled—perhaps remembering Mi Xiaoliu’s condition made typing difficult.
Yiwen: “Here, have some fun stickers instead. [Image] [Image]… Weird pictures. Fascinating.”
Following Yiwen’s instructions, Mi Xiaoliu saved them like new found treasures.
Curious, she pulled out the black organization phone—it could store stickers too. She randomly saved a few, though she had no idea what to do with them.
The phone suddenly warmed. A message from Wei Shi. But before she could read it—
“Click.”
The sound of a key turning in the lock. Heli was coming in.
Quickly stuffing the black phone into her pocket, Mi Xiaoliu sat cross-legged on the bed, feigning innocence.
But in her haste, her finger brushed the screen—accidentally sending one of those newly saved stickers.
—
On the other end, Wei Shi held a cigarette between her lips, staring deadpan at the chat window.
Princess: “[What’s wrong? Did someone dig up your grave?].jpg”
<img src=”https://c1.kuangxiangit.com/uploads/chapterimgsnew/997/74725/221119/1668857622-100344963-109603041.jpg” alt=’Sticker’>
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And then several more.
