Darling, Want to Go Out? / Cute and Delicious

What on earth was this guy thinking?!

Ada rubbed her forehead helplessly. Unable to make sense of it no matter how much she thought, she could only prepare to turn and leave.

"Oh, right. Fair trade, no cheating the young or old. Half the payment upfront!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kevin pulled a tube of special green double-helix serum from Angela's backpack and casually tossed it to the stunned Ada.

Ada caught the serum blankly. After a long while, she came back to her senses and watched the retreating figures, one large and one small. With a soft snort, a flower-like smile bloomed across her face.

It seemed that working with this little guy was not such a bad deal after all?

The female agent tucked the T-Virus antidote into her trench coat, keeping it close to her body, then turned and headed off.

Then let me see how you plan to stir up this game board.

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Darling, Want a Date?

"I know what you did. Raccoon City Orphanage, 11 p.m.!"

Director Alons stared at the email that had popped up on his computer screen, initially dismissing it.

However, the few compressed photos and bank statement records inside immediately brought a fine layer of cold sweat to his thick neck.

Damn it! That reporter had left himself a backup plan!

Director Alons carefully checked the email address and discovered that it belonged to a reporter he had locked up in prison—Ben!

There were some things that, once you knew too much about them, would get you killed!

In the deathly silent office, Alons lit a cigarette. After sitting in silence for a long while, shortly before leaving, he opened a drawer, hung his revolver from his belt, and concealed it beneath his clothes.

Night had fallen, and the relatively remote Raccoon City Orphanage was shrouded in intangible darkness, like a vicious beast opening its ferocious maw.

Before the somewhat rusted iron gate, a curvy Roman-looking girl with golden twin ponytails paced back and forth across the open ground, her expression anxious.

Perhaps because she had left home in too much of a hurry, she was still wearing a white silk camisole. A loose coat had been casually draped over her delicate body, which shivered in the cold wind.

Half an hour earlier, Catherine, the beloved daughter of Raccoon City's mayor, had received an email from the inbox of her reporter boyfriend, Ben.

To see the boyfriend she missed so dearly as soon as possible, she had come here alone to wait for the person who had instructed her to come.

It was eleven o'clock! When the Clock Tower's chime rang out in the distance, Catherine looked toward the headlights drawing closer down the road and instinctively raised an arm to shield herself from the glaring light.

"Catherine? What are you doing here so late?!"

The fat director stepped out of the car. As he looked at the scantily clad girl before him, surprise and gloom flickered through his eyes.

"Uncle Alons? You agreed to take me to see Ben? I knew you cared about me the most!"

Seeing her father's longtime friend, Catherine was surprised, but her face quickly filled with delight.

Ever since her reporter boyfriend had been thrown into prison by Director Alons for some reason, Catherine had harbored some resentment toward this uncle who had watched her grow up.

But she had never expected that he had merely appeared strict on the surface, while still treating her with the same tolerance and care as always.

Just to grant her wish of seeing Ben, he had actually gone behind the police department's back to pull strings for her.

Having never known the dangers of human hearts, the mayor's daughter instinctively imagined everything in the best possible light.

"Sigh, little Catherine has grown up now. I can't control her anymore..."

Director Alons instantly put on a kind, amiable expression, his voice carrying a hint of helpless melancholy.

Yet his thoughts spun rapidly.

That little reporter named Ben had approached the mayor's daughter, Catherine, and started dating her with ill intent from the very beginning. His goal had been to secretly investigate the director's background.

Whether Mayor Warren had been involved behind the scenes was impossible to tell for now.

But judging by that little reporter's stubborn refusal to speak no matter what, there was a ninety percent chance he had handed whatever he discovered to someone he trusted for safekeeping.

And the most likely person to possess those materials was undoubtedly his innocent, adorable niece.

Did she intend to use what she had to exchange for her little lover?

"It's cold outside. Hurry in. I'll take you to see that boy. Tonight, I'll find a way to arrange for the two of you to leave."

Director Alons wore the expression of a kind elder as he reached out and opened the rear door.

Faced with her father's close friend, the innocent Catherine suspected nothing and obediently climbed into the back seat.

"Does the mayor know you snuck out?"

Alons settled into the driver's seat. After looking around and confirming that no one was nearby, he asked as if casually.

Looking every bit like a good girl who had run away from home, Catherine shook her head in panic. "No. I slipped out on my own. I didn't tell anyone."

That had also been a basic requirement in the email if she wanted to meet her boyfriend.

"You silly child!" Alons looked mildly reproachful, but the corners of his lips could not help curving upward.

As the engine started, the fat director noticed his niece's doll-like, exquisite face in the rearview mirror. The mad thought he had long suppressed in his heart broke free from its cage.

She might become his finest work!

As the police car drove away, a tall woman in a yellow trench coat emerged from the shadows, her face hidden behind dark sunglasses, the corners of her lips lifting faintly.

The "performance" was about to begin!

Then the Asian woman, who had been lurking in the dark as an audience member and part-time director, smiled and dialed a special number.

"Mayor Warren? Are you free? How about a date to watch a performance? Don't be so quick to refuse. Once you hear who the male and female leads are, you'll be very interested..."

Raccoon City Police Department had been converted from the former city art museum, so it had enormous space, as well as a basement once used to store precious exhibits.

But now, that secret chamber had been sealed away, and the key to its entrance was held solely by Director Alons.

Tonight, however, Catherine had the fortune of seeing the basement in all its entirety.

But she would rather this nightmare had never come upon her!

The surrounding walls were covered with anatomical diagrams of the human body and photos of several women taken while they were still alive.

Several corpses, soaked in formalin and then preserved and dried, had been dressed in magnificent gowns and displayed inside sterile glass cases.

There were even labels on the outside detailing each victim's identity, including dates of birth and death, height, weight, name, age, and more.

On the laboratory counter to the left, two sets of surgical instruments were still stained with congealed dark red blood. The operating table in the center of the curtains radiated a faint chill.

Alons was a madman! He actually took pleasure in making and collecting human specimens!

And those materials had initially been living people who disappeared near the Most Apple Motel!

Lying anesthetized on the operating table, unable to move, Catherine was filled with terror, pitiful tears welling in her eyes.

Her innocence and gullibility were about to cost her life!

Director Alons turned on the radio and played impassioned classical music. Not only did it cover every sound from the basement, but it also seemed to elevate the ritual before him.

Humming softly, the fat director took out a pair of clean plastic gloves and put them on. He carefully washed the surgical instruments as though he were performing sacred work.

Under the dim yellow light, his once-kind face appeared terrifying and grotesque, like a demon that had broken free from hell.

"Don't move, darling. You should be proud to become the most precious exhibit here!"

"Humans are so fragile. Their brief beautiful years vanish in the blink of an eye, but I can make your beauty permanent and eternal!"

With everything ready, Director Alons was about to inject preservative directly into Catherine's veins. His expression was somewhat displeased.

But considering that he had known his niece before, he patiently explained.

Humans were God's most perfect works of art, and his role was to obey God's will and preserve beauty!

One of Alons's pudgy hands pressed down on Catherine's wildly struggling neck. He raised the syringe high, his expression sacred and crazed!

"The real audience has arrived. Sorry, but the performance is over!"

Just as the fat director was savoring the thought of adding another exhibit to his collection, a faint whisper drifted in from outside the door.

Bang! Amid the dull gunshot, the fat hand holding the syringe was pierced by a bullet.

And the Mayor of Raccoon City, who had driven frantically from home in doubt and suspicion, trembled as he rushed into the operating room after witnessing his friend's true face with his own eyes. He scooped up his sobbing, terrified daughter.

"The script you wrote is full of such twisted taste..."

After the crazed Director Alons had his joints dislocated and was cuffed to the operating table, Ada held a scalpel in one hand and ran it over the surface of that human-skinned beast. With the other, she answered a call and reported the situation to someone hiking with a little girl.

"Don't get too pleased with yourselves. Judgment will come eventually. I was right!"

Director Alons bared his teeth in a cold smile, struggling and shouting. He seemed to feel no remorse whatsoever over his arrest or the exposure of his crimes.

Their interesting discussion about the script had been interrupted by this beast, leaving Ada with no interest in continuing her conversation with Kevin.

"Hey, you're too noisy..."

But then the female agent smiled brightly, and the scalpel between her fingers precisely plunged into a nerve-dense area of the fat director's thigh.

"Shh. Quiet down, okay?"

Even as pain made Alons tremble violently and drenched his face in cold sweat, he merely clenched his teeth and muffled his cries.

Because the flower-smiling Asian woman was inserting a syringe filled with preservative into his vein.

With the slightest push of her palm, pain a hundred times worse than this would come surging in like a tide.

At the end of the day, despite his insanity, he was merely a pampered mortal unable to resist the fear of death.

"Fine, I agree to cooperate!" Mayor Warren held his daughter in his arms and comforted her for a long while. Seeing this, his expression changed several times before he finally made up his mind.

"But I have one request. Have your boss come see me!"

Ada lightly pursed her red lips, her expression halfway between a smile and not. Then she dialed the phone again and whispered softly to someone slacking off on the other end of the screen.

"Darling, want a date?"

PS0: The image above is Catherine Warren, a rather curvy Roman-looking girl.

By the way, can someone explain what long hair with big waves means?

Please spare me.

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PS2: Time to work hard on updates. The week after next, let's see if I can mass-release chapters.

Cute and Delicious

Raccoon City, Kendo Gun Shop.

One large and one small figure hopped out of the battered convertible parked by the roadside and waved goodbye to the enthusiastic bearded vagrant.

"Teacher Kevin, rabbits are so cute. Isn't eating them too cruel?"

Angela, returning from her hike, looked at the half-carcass of a formerly cute creature skewered on a branch, golden and gleaming, with reluctance on her face.

Kevin picked his teeth, let out a satisfied burp, then turned to the innocent, adorable little girl and replied with a smile.

"Don't worry. They'll understand."

After hesitating again and again, the little girl was ultimately unable to resist the fragrance of rabbit meat and the hunger in her belly. She finally opened her small mouth and tore strips of rabbit meat off with her pearly teeth.

Cute! Delicious! After tasting it, the little girl narrowed her eyes.

And Angela, who had connected those two qualities together, had no idea that she was straying farther and farther from the path of innocence and kindness.

During those three free hours, he had taken Angela along while chatting, and before they knew it, they had found the vagrants' campsite.

The daytime brutality of flying bullets and blood everywhere was gone.

Several ragged vagrants with overgrown hair and beards had lit a bonfire, gathered together, and were having a picnic.