Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Silencing 

“Come here, your chin.” The Hermit Sister reached out to Mi Xiaoliu.

Mi Xiaoliu placed her chin in the Hermit Sister’s hand, letting her pinch her cheeks.

“Say, Hermit Sister is the best.”

“Hermit Sister is the best,” Mi Xiaoliu repeated obediently.

Her tone was utterly flat, but somehow, it had a special kind of charm.

Cute.

“Now, make a fist… yes, like a kitten, and then meow.” The Hermit Sister kept instructing.

“Meow.” Mi Xiaoliu complied.

Damn, she’s so ridiculously cute. Makes you want to keep her as a pet.

The Hermit Sister gently rubbed the spot on her bottom that had just been smacked, then looked over at Wei Shi, who was sulking because she’d missed out on the opening flash: 

“When are we finding a place?”

They needed to find a spot far away from here, somewhere hidden-ideally outside the city. 

The Hermit Sister wasn’t confident enough in her skills to evade Easter’s computer signal tracking just yet. But she could still extract some information from it-after all, her power was thought-writing, and a very advanced version at that.

“What’s there to find? You two go by yourselves, I’m not coming.” Wei Shi closed his laptop and tossed the car keys to the Hermit.

Offending the boss and still expecting help?

That was basically the gist.

He’d told them again and again not to run off, but not only did they disobey, they even brought a computer over from Easter’s place. 

The people looking for them couldn’t find them, and here they were, delivering themselves right to their door. Not giving her another beating was already being nice.

Since it was all to cure her own terminal illness, Wei Shi didn’t say much more.

After a pause, he added, “Go in plain clothes. The Little Demon King is still in this city.”

Then he shoved past Hayato Shigenobu, who was standing hesitantly at the door, and left without looking back.

Only then did Hayato come inside.

When he saw Mi Xiaoliu, he immediately backed up to the doorframe. Every time Mi Xiaoliu got scolded for something, he’d get dragged into it too. This little sister was just too much.

“How’s the poison I gave you working out?” the Hermit asked Hayato.

At the word “poison,” Mi Xiaoliu felt a bit uncomfortable.

“The kid loves it, no side effects at the grave,” Hayato grinned.

“Can you drive?” The Hermit handed him the keys Wei Shi had left. “It’ll boost your experience score.”

They’d joined the organization on the same day, but Hayato’s rank was already many times higher than Mi Xiaoliu’s, with a much better completion rate and feedback, he was a true “senior.”

Driving was a basic skill for members, even if you didn’t have a license, you had to learn. No need for fancy techniques; as long as you could handle the gas, brake, and steering wheel, and avoid getting caught by traffic cops, you were good.

As for Mi Xiaoliu, who was obviously underage, there was no requirement for her to drive.

Maybe it was getting late, but the well-behaved Mi Xiaoliu was already getting sleepy. She leaned her head on the Hermit Sister’s shoulder in the back seat and drifted off.

“There’s an old hideout outside the city. Let’s go there. Turn off all tracking,” the Hermit Sister instructed.

Not only did they block all tracking, they didn’t even bring regular phones.

“Old hideout…” Hayato muttered at the odd term.

No one spoke after that. The Hermit quietly watched Mi Xiaoliu sleep.

She wore a golden wig and a mask covering the lower half of her face. A white shirt on top, a red plaid skirt down to her knees, white over-the-knee socks, and little brown leather shoes.

What an adorable junior high school girl. Really makes you want to keep her forever.

No one knew how long they drove. Car rides were always dull, and eventually even the Hermit dozed off, leaning against Mi Xiaoliu.

Hayato’s driving was just passable-he didn’t even fully know the traffic rules. On the way, they ran into a DUI checkpoint. He flashed a fake license, and with a bit of makeup and the cover of night, the cops didn’t recognize him as a wanted criminal.

The “old hideout” was a big single-story house outside the city-a former base for their group, back when there were more people, before Hayato and Mi Xiaoliu had joined…

Now, it could only be used as a disposable safehouse.

The Hermit had Hayato set up the dusty generator from the warehouse. They didn’t bother with the internet, being offline was safer, especially since she mainly used her “thought-writing.”

Once everything was ready, the Hermit opened the back door and pinched Mi Xiaoliu’s nose to wake her up.

Even though she’d prepared herself, when she saw the computer-so much more powerful than anything she’d ever used-the Hermit Sister was still a bit at a loss.

Luckily, there was still a USB port, so she could “thought-write” the needed data in. With her ability, there was no need to worry about viruses.

While the Hermit worked, the other two quietly watched her show off her skills.

All three wore masks covering most of their faces, just in case there was someone out there with a power like “Melancholy Blues” who could reconstruct a scene.

…

…

“It’s out! It’s out!”

In a tiny room piled with takeout trash, a scruffy, hunchbacked man excitedly set down his food and started typing away at his computer.

The device had appeared again, no internet connection, a signal blocker in place, but it didn’t matter. For the first time, its location was crystal clear.

“Trying to outsmart me? Let’s see what secrets you’re hiding.”

He was like a god on the internet. No one could keep secrets from him, and no one could judge him. He’d been flaunting his power online for so long without ever being caught, that was proof enough.

If he wanted, he could interrupt a federal newscast with a lewd video from some shady website.

Those so-called top hackers were all trash. He didn’t even need to know code or understand programs to crush them.

Watching the data slowly appear on his screen, the hunchbacked man grinned and picked up his food again.

But then, the fragrant rice suddenly reeked of raw, bloody meat.

No, the stench was coming from his own throat…

He clutched his neck in terror and turned-widening his wound, but managing to see the uninvited guest who’d slipped into his room.

A nondescript, black-haired middle-aged man, the kind of face you’d forget after an hour, stood there, holding a pair of crescent-bladed axes, the murder weapons.

On the balcony, an owl silently flew away.

With the Little Demon King in town, they weren’t using guns. Even with a silencer, a gun could still make noise.

He kicked the hunchbacked man to the floor, stabbed him through the eye socket into his brain, then draped his own bloodstained clothes over the man’s face.

Wei Shi poured the gasoline he’d prepared all over his body, then splashed the rest on the computer, and struck a match.

With all the trash, the place was a tinderbox.

“Fire!”

The sound of fire engines.

Wei Shi had already melted into the crowd, not noticing that when the computer exploded, the current surged into the hunchbacked man’s destroyed brain.