Mashiro and Alice / Alice Complains to Shirou

Alice's own brand already has millions of followers in the United States, making her a popular creator in dozens of countries around the world, and she holds a status equivalent to an emerging artist.

After receiving Shirou's tip, she took out her tablet and found the paranormal adventure program. She discovered that a man with an afro and several third-rate celebrities were investigating the house she lived in as a child. They had made a mess of her house and claimed that a doll was causing the disturbance.

Suddenly, a disheveled female ghost resembling Sadako appeared in the shot. Her body was made of a puppet, and she was floating up, extending her ferocious claws to grab the group of people exploring the house.

"Oh no! A ghost has appeared! It's the ghost of a lonely little girl who died! She wants to turn us into dolls so we can stay with her forever!"

"Aaaaaaah!!!" the female idol screamed in terror.

"It's alright! I'll protect you!" The male actor very gentlemanly stepped in front of the girl.

"Yuma-kun~!" The female idol looked at the male actor gratefully.

"Saki-chan~!" The male actor smiled warmly.

"Yuma-kun~! I'm not scared anymore!" the female idol said, clenching her little fist in encouragement.

"Yeah! Saki-chan~! As long as we're together, evil spirits aren't scary at all!" the male actor said confidently and bravely.

The two celebrities stood there in front of the camera, adorably displaying their cuteness and bravely displaying their handsomeness, almost as if they were about to form a couple and attract fans. It's a good thing the puppet was there waiting for their performance and didn't just attack them.

At that moment, the Explosion Head Uncle jumped out and stood in front of the disheveled puppet.

"Stop! Little sister, although I sympathize with your plight—dying all alone must have been so lonely—I can't let you continue to harm humans. So... let you attain Buddhahood here! I hope you will find happiness in your next life!"

The Explosion Head Uncle grabbed the prayer beads hanging around his neck, which emitted a faint blue light from spiritual energy. He then threw them out, and like a rope binding Monkey, he looped them around the female ghost puppet, binding her to the spot.

"It's here! The exorcism technique with the afro!" the host shouted excitedly.

The young lady had long lost her former arrogance and elegance. She grabbed the tablet with both hands, her mouth agape, and screamed in frustration:

"What the hell is this?!..."

Miss Alice, she's a person of importance! How could she be killed off by a popular national TV program, and then made into a ghost who was bullied by a fake monk? And she even has a tragic past?

Miss Alice's childhood illness delayed her studies significantly, so after recovering, she set high standards for herself. Through continuous tutoring, she finally caught up with her studies, was admitted to her desired university, and gained social recognition for her professional skills.

But how could someone like her be portrayed as a dead ghost in her own country? This is simply unacceptable! Those who spread these rumors must be taught a lesson! Otherwise, she won't be able to sleep at night!

Chapter 842 Mashiro and Alice

As dusk fell, Shirou and Mashiro spent another ordinary day at their small house in the residential area.

Mashiro didn't drag Shirou out to gather material today, because she was continuing to draw the story about the House of Dolls, intending to submit it to a magazine publisher as her next short story.

Shirou, who rarely had free time, took advantage of the sunshine to air out the blankets in the room. He also repaired some old equipment in the old house, and the walls that had become damp and discolored needed to be repainted. After finishing these tasks, he was just about to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding ding ding ding ding!!!

Someone was ringing the doorbell outside. It rang twice at first, but there was no immediate response, so it rang continuously.

The people outside seemed very impatient.

Shirou opened the door and saw a tall, beautiful woman standing outside. She looked to be between eighteen and early twenty years old, dressed in fashionable and vibrant clothes, with slim-fitting trousers that accentuated her long legs, and wearing appropriate jewelry. She exuded confidence and a sunny, youthful charm.

The woman was wearing sunglasses, but even from her silhouette alone, it was clear that she was a stunning beauty, no less so than Mashiro, exuding a flamboyant and individualistic American vibe.

"Are you Shirou?" The woman stood with her hands behind her back, her posture as upright as a runway model, her figure as alluring as a Victoria's Secret model, and she stood confidently at Shirou's door.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Shirou asked, looking at the stylish young woman with a puzzled expression.

"Oh dear, you were the one who called me from America, Shirou," the fashionable woman said with a smile.

"???" Mashiro, who was eating snacks inside, couldn't help but peek out when she heard the alluring voice of a young woman. She wondered, "Where did this woman come from? What does she want with Shirou?"

"Ah! You wouldn't happen to be the young lady of the Sabou family, would you?" Shirou exclaimed, a name popping into his mind.

"Just call me Alice, old classmate~!" The fashionable woman took off her sunglasses, revealing herself to be a stunningly beautiful woman with an air of nobility, like Phoebe. She winked at Shirou and said with a playful smile.

Shirou never expected that he would be confronted directly at his door. That night, when he made a phone call to America, he had left his address just in case, but he never expected that someone would come to his door like that.

"And... hello, Shiina Mashiro. I attended your art exhibition in Italy three years ago. I never expected to meet you in Japan." Alice turned her head and greeted Mashiro, who was peeking out, with an elegant and Mashiro smile.

"Hello." Mashiro nodded, then pulled his head back, ignoring the woman completely.

"I'm sorry, this child isn't very good at interpersonal relationships, but he didn't mean any harm," Shirou explained.

However, a question lingered in her mind: 'Hmm? Why does Mashiro seem a little resistant today? She doesn't seem to be; when the old lady next door came over for tea, she ate the Chikuzen-ni that she brought, didn't she?'

Alice shrugged nonchalantly and said, "It's okay, I know. Geniuses have to have their own personality, right? I was actually quite willful at school, but it doesn't matter if others don't like me. They're just jealous losers who are good at being jealous of my excellence."

"Haha, please come in first, I'll go make some tea." Shirou chuckled dryly. This young lady was quite sharp-tongued, contrary to her sweet appearance. She even said Luther.

The phrase translates to "loser" in Chinese, which doesn't seem that serious. After all, many great figures who ultimately succeeded in life, such as Liu Bang and Lord Liu, had also experienced failure.

However, in the United States, a country that values self-confidence and individuality, even homeless people can hold up signs saying "Protect nature, reduce emissions" or beg for enough money for a plane ticket to fly to China to become foreign teachers.

As long as they still hold onto their beliefs, they aren't losers. So, for the young lady to say something like that is the most vicious thing she could say in America.

This word is usually only used to describe hopeless addicts, gamblers, and alcoholics who have lost their will to live, but this young lady used it without hesitation.

Despite his thoughts, Shirou still made room for the woman and invited her in. He couldn't let her stand at the door forever.

"Thank you." Alice came in carrying not only a backpack but also an exquisite wooden box.

It was only then that Shirou realized the woman was carrying a suitcase, so he walked back to help her with it.

"No need, there's a baby I'm making inside, so I have to carry it myself." Alice smiled and declined Shirou's help, carrying the luggage herself as she walked in.

"Is that so? I understand." Shirou nodded, feeling that the way this young lady spoke was somewhat similar to the temperament of Mashiro, who was drawing. Both possessed an extraordinary passion and dedication to their respective fields.

Afterwards, Shirou brought Alice a cup of freshly brewed coffee, along with a sugar cube and milk.

"Please use it, Alice."

Alice added two sugar cubes to her cup, took a sip, and said with a relaxed smile, "Thank you, the coffee is delicious."

"Um, Alice, have you been inside that little house?" Shirou asked, only after the young lady had taken a sip of her coffee.

"Actually..." The young lady's expression changed, and then she spoke.

Actually, after seeing the video of that program, this young lady ran to the storage room, found the key, drove directly to the airport, went through the VIP channel, boarded the earliest flight, rushed to Japan, and went straight to the small house where she lived as a child.

However, when she got off the plane and arrived at the door of the small house, she realized that the key she had was rather unnecessary. This den of iniquity, which was called the House of Dolls in the program, was riddled with holes. Not only was the door broken, but even the windows were smashed. Groups of people could be seen climbing inside, as if this were not someone's house, but some kind of tourist attraction.

If her maid, Aunt Yoshida, had seen this scene, she probably would have fainted. Fortunately, she was no longer the little girl who was sickly and could only cry under the covers while hugging a doll; she had grown into a strong, modern woman.

Chapter 843 Alice complains to Shirou

However, even Alice would be tempted to rush in right now and kick out the bastard who had trespassed!

She had heard some things from Shirou over the phone and watched the video, so she was somewhat prepared for the worst. But even with that preparation, she never imagined the situation would be this bad.

Alice was in the living room, and just recalling what had happened made her so angry that she slammed her fist on the table.

"If this were in America, I would definitely shoot those guys!" Alice said through gritted teeth.

"Haha, have another cup of coffee..." Shirou tried to calm the young lady down.

Alice is a member of a generation raised under the education of American elite culture. Although America itself doesn't actually have much culture, this lack also represents its ability to integrate and accept cultures from many countries and to hold values that are universally applicable.

However, this country is also relatively chaotic, with racial discrimination occurring, and some using anti-racism as a pretext for discrimination. Different continents also have different laws and different customs.

She is actually a 1.5-generation immigrant, so it's inevitable that she will face some discrimination. The more she is in this situation, the less she can back down, otherwise she will be the one being bullied again, so she becomes even stronger.

She encountered everything in America. Walking down the street, she would feel strange looks, be suddenly mocked for no reason, be attacked by drunkards or people eating grass, and even be chased by homeless people who were not in a good mental state.

All of this is because of her black hair and yellow skin. Although, in fact, she prefers to stay at home or in her studio, her skin is actually much whiter and smoother than most Caucasians.

She is not afraid of verbal attacks; she has mastered the correct way to deal with them. For example, if she is verbally abused by a racist in a public place, as long as the other party doesn't seem like a crazy person who doesn't care about their life, she only needs to take out her phone, turn on video recording, grab the person who is hurling insults, and directly ask them, "What did you mean by saying XXXXX just now? Please explain clearly."

If the other party continues to hurl insults, then that's perfect. Just record the video, and whether you call the police or upload it to YouTube, someone will naturally uphold justice.

If words involve racial discrimination, whether one is a school professor, a company employee, or a civil servant, the only outcome is dismissal.

Although it is true that all humans are descendants of Homo sapiens who survived competition millions of years ago, and are very likely from the same hometown, after all, many migrations across the African savanna ended in failure, and only a few successfully reached Europe and Asia.

All existing humans are Homo sapiens; there are no other species. White, Black, and Asian people are all the same Homo sapiens. In fact, genetic scientists have conducted experiments that have shown that the genetic similarity between an Asian person and one of two white people is higher than that between two white people.

In biological terms, the biggest difference between species is that they cannot reproduce with each other, and even if they do, the offspring are infertile. For example, the mule, the offspring of a horse and a donkey, and the liger, the offspring of a lion and a tiger, are infertile.

Therefore, humans are not classified as one of the forty-six subspecies of gray wolves, like dogs. So, although humans are found all over the world, they are not categorized as Huskies, Alaskan Malamutes, or Samoyed.

Distinguishing people by skin color or ethnicity is merely a product of the limitations of the times and past mistakes. That's why there's a saying that humans are creatures incapable of living in the face of reality.

Therefore, she was well aware that no one in this world was born superior to her, and that nothing was completely unchangeable.

Even though she was once sickly, which is why she worked hard to exercise and go to the gym, now she is no less physically fit than those who were healthy before. In fact, her figure is better than 90% of people. She has the curves of a European and American woman and the slenderness of an Asian woman. No one would dare to say that her body is not good.

You must fight for everything, and if you are in the right, you should never give up your rightful rights!

This is the house belonging to her Sabou, the house she lived in as a child, filled with childhood memories. The doorposts still bear the marks of how she grew taller. Although she hasn't returned to her family home, they still pay the water and electricity bills every year. So the house still has running water and electricity, yet she's still treated like a ghost. She's inexplicably mistaken for a lonely, deceased female ghost.

Alice continued to recount what had happened to her.

Then...

With a loud crash, the sound of something being broken came from inside the house. From the second-floor window, a guy holding a selfie stick could be seen walking around inside, muttering something as if he were doing a live stream.

At that moment, another group of blond-haired young men with nose piercings, accompanied by several attractive women, walked to the courtyard gate.

"Is this the haunted house they talk about on TV? It looks dilapidated and not very nice," the blond-haired guy said.

"Let's do a live stream! Let's get donations from other people, and then we'll have money to go out tomorrow night!" a female voice suggested.

"No rush. I heard they're in pretty good condition. If we can find a few odd-looking puppets, we can put them online and maybe make some money. After all, paranormal enthusiasts really like this kind of thing," the blond-haired guy said.

"As expected of your darling, you're so smart!" the girl said admiringly.

"Hey! This is my home! Get out of here! Now! Or I'll call the police! What you're doing is trespassing!" Alice had reached her limit and stepped forward to stop the men and women who were blatantly trying to enter. It was because of these guys that her childhood home had become so dilapidated!

"Wow! It's a beauty." A few blond-haired guys stopped in their tracks, looked over at Alice when they heard the voice, and their eyes lit up.

"She must be a stunning beauty! What did you just say? Could it be that you've taken a liking to us?" the blond-haired guy said with a wicked grin, as the group of men slicked back their hair, feeling quite pleased with themselves.

"I said! Please leave this house! This is my house! Strangers like you are not welcome here!" Alice shouted.

"Huh? You're saying this house is yours?" the person on the other end asked in surprise.

"That's right! Now that you understand, please leave!" Alice said.

"Hahahaha! Are you trying to say you're that dead female ghost?" the blond-haired man laughed loudly.

Chapter 844 My Temperamental Older Sister, Alice

Bang!

Miss Alice, recalling the moment she was mocked, angrily slammed her empty coffee cup onto the table with a loud bang.

"So who's dead?! It's my house! I had the key, and you guys even broke the door! How do you expect me to prove it?! Why should I prove it to you?! Why are a bunch of Human Order's their right?! I'll sue you all and send you to jail!"

"I understand! I understand! Um... Alice, please calm down, calm down!" Shirou looked at himself. Why didn't the owner of this house buy a wooden table before? Tempered glass tables aren't unbreakable, and if they break, cleaning them up will be a real hassle.

To be honest, Alice was very different from what he remembered. Shouldn't she be a quiet, delicate young lady, sickly and frail, hugging a doll in her room? Why did she seem to have such a violent temper? She's just like a vampire princess from some Chinese drama.

"My favorite singer is Rihanna! A die-hard fan!" Alice saw through Shirou's little secret and spoke up directly.

"Ah..." Shirou understood. The Shandong songstress, Confucius was nine feet six inches tall. A gentleman uses words to reason, but he can also arm wrestle with the Conqueror King. There's also the fierce Qin Qiong, the tiger-slaying hero Wu Song, and others like them. There's also Zhong Wuyan, Yang Miaozhen of the Red Coat Army, and Li Qingzhao. They all seem to have fiery tempers.

It turns out that deep down, a quiet and reserved person may harbor the soul of a heavy metal musician. The nicer a person seems, the more terrifying they can be when they finally unleash their power.

Rihanna, who grew up in a violent home, eventually became a legendary singer. Because of her album titles, she's jokingly called the "Shandong Queen," and she also has a fiery temper. She confronts reporters, criticizes Kuroko, and directly disses any doubts about her.

Kuroko once made a nasty comment on social media saying her concert was awful and she couldn't stand it and left. She then posted a picture of herself singing on stage, surrounded by fans all around, with people raising their arms and waving their fluorescent lights.

Then, below the picture, add the caption, "Sorry, I couldn't see you leave."

She showed the world through her actions that as a woman, she could walk her own path, follow her heart, and become an unprecedented new type of human being—one who is brave, fearless, and dares to astound others.

There is a group of truly independent women in this world. They don't act as moral exemplars or perfect saints. They rely solely on their talents, have their own personalities and temperaments, and use their talents to earn the respect of others, while dissing those self-righteous, morally bankrupt idiots!

Alice has always admired the spirit of independence and self-reliance in women, so instead of asking her parents for help right away, she chose to come back and solve the problem on her own.

"So... the people there were driven away?" Shirou broke the awkward silence with a soft question.

"Do you think I look like I've solved everything?" Alice countered.

Then...

"You're such a beauty, I didn't expect you to be so wild when you go crazy!" A girl, somewhat jealous of Alice's looks, scoffed.

"Call the police? I'm scared! Go ahead and call them! These days, there are at least fifty, if not a hundred, people coming here to explore. Who do you want the police to arrest?" the blond-haired man retorted with a smile.

"Come on, beautiful, how about we go in together? After the adventure, we can all sing karaoke and drink together, okay?" someone suggested.

Alice gritted her teeth, furious! These lowlifes, these brain-dead idiots who couldn't even be communicated with, she just wanted to use the wire she used to make dolls to poke hundreds of holes in their brains!