Heroine Yin the Loli

On the way back after buying the shoes, Heroine Yin's steps felt a little floaty, bouncing around like a big girl.

Actually, she shouldn't be called a little kid, because Cheng Yun often bought new shoes and didn't want to take them off either, especially loving to walk around in them. Besides, Heroine Yin was an ancient person who had never experienced the feeling of sneakers in her entire life.

There was only one thing that weighed heavily on her mind—

These shoes are just too expensive! A whole hundred bowls of beef noodles, how long am I going to have to eat to pay for them? Truly, only people with too much time on their hands would spend this much money on a pair of shoes... Whenever Heroine Yin bounced around happily for a bit, she would remember that what she was currently stepping on was over a hundred bowls of beef noodles, and then she would start to feel uneasy, though it wasn't long before her pace grew brisk again.

And so the cycle repeated...

After all, she remembered very clearly—on the day she first arrived, her entire outfit from head to toe: a pair of Roman sandals, a pair of flip-flops, plus two sets of underwear and two sets of outer clothes, had only totaled a little over seven hundred cash, and now a single pair of shoes was nearly a thousand.

In truth, Cheng Yun also felt a bit of a heartache, promptly instructing Heroine Yin to wear them carefully and not to kick them to pieces with a flying kick!

Today Cheng Yun didn't go to the athletic field, instead taking advantage of the good weather to run back and forth along the river for more than ten kilometers.

This time he had prepared in advance, drinking some water before setting off and also leaving some protein drink and sugar water at the starting point so he could replenish his physical strength right after finishing the run.

When the running ended, because Cheng Yun had bought her a new pair of shoes, Heroine Yin was in a great mood and specially granted Cheng Yun a twenty-minute break. Once the break was over, she still made him perform various movements recorded in some miscellaneous body-forging technique, where every single movement could be used as a perverted core movement in top-tier fitness courses in modern society, possessing an unmatched ability to punish muscles.

Cheng Yun found a deserted corner and practiced very diligently according to Heroine Yin's demonstration and guidance. Under the bonus of the vest mark, he didn't feel any pain either; instead, he could clearly feel the process of his muscles releasing power and fat burning.

After the body forging ended, thanks to the protein and sugar prepared in advance, Cheng Yun had just enough stamina left to walk back.

Through Heroine Yin's constant modifications to those movements while guiding him, compromising with his physical fitness, he knew that no matter how he practiced this body-forging technique, he might never be able to complete and execute every movement of it standardly, and it would never help him reach the physical fitness of even an ordinary person in Songshi World. Yet he also understood that the effects of this body-forging technique on him at present were extremely significant, and in the future he could completely surpass the limits of Earth humans by relying on other methods. Even surpassing the human physical limits of Songshi World didn't sound that difficult anymore.

They had only walked halfway home when Heroine Yin spotted several Black people, which made her feel incomparably novel, and she felt that every single one of them was the Black person from that night.

However, she wasn't some righteous person who rid the world of evils and upheld justice, nor was she a law-abiding good citizen, and furthermore Cheng Yun was right beside her, so she didn't do anything, merely pointing at those passing Black people and making a big fuss over it.

"Hey, my shoes got dirty!" Heroine Yin hurriedly squatted on the ground, using her hand to wipe the dust off her new shoes.

Cheng Yun glanced at her and stopped to wait for her.

Just at that moment, he suddenly caught sight of a tall figure on the opposite side of the street—dark-skinned, wearing a duck-tongue cap pulled down very low, and walking with a somewhat hurried posture that formed a sharp contrast with the leisurely strolling pedestrians beside him.

"Hm?" Cheng Yun hurriedly called out, "Heroine, hurry up and take a look, is that person the one from that night?"

"I'd better not look, right? They all look the same to me." Having recognized several suspects along the way, Heroine Yin slightly turned her head to scan the direction he pointed, then withdrew her gaze and muttered, "What kind of ghost street is this, being so wide? Even with the sharpest eyesight you can't see clearly! Besides, that guy is pitch-black like charcoal, there's no difference at all, okay?"

"I actually think he looks a bit similar." Cheng Yun narrowed his eyes and stared at the Black person. His insight was still pretty good, it was just a pity he was a bit nearsighted, along with the astigmatism that usually accompanied it.

"Then should we chase after him and take a look?" Heroine Yin said, then pointed across the road again. "Red light."

Cheng Yun stared fixedly at that figure, watching him lower his head and walk farther and farther away at a fast pace, yet the more he looked, the more similar the person seemed. Then he glanced at the red light, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately shook his head. "Forget it, he's walked so far already, it won't be easy to chase him."

Heroine Yin, however, let out a soft scoff, slightly lifting her chin as she said, "I could catch up to him in just a few breaths!"

"But this is a bustling commercial area with people coming and going. Even though we don't see any traffic surveillance cameras, who's to say there isn't some merchant's camera pointing right outside? Do you want to display your speed that surpasses human physical limits in front of so many people?" Cheng Yun said, rolling his eyes at her. "And if we chase him, do you plan to subdue him bare-handed? Oh, a petite and legally legitimate heroine battling a one-meter-nine Black uncle?"

"Then I..." Heroine Yin hesitated for a moment, abruptly pulling a finger-length flying blade out of her pants pocket. The dull-looking blade made one's hair stand on end. "I can toss a flying knife. Let me see, this far away... it should be no problem! Make a decision quickly, if he gets any farther away I won't be able to reach him with a throw anymore!"

"Toss your head!" Cheng Yun gave her a slap on the head. "Our society has its own rules of operation; how could we allow you to just casually toss a flying knife whenever you see a suspect! What if you misidentify and injure the wrong person, what if your aim is off?"

"Then what do we do?" Heroine Yin rubbed her head, muttering as she furrowed her brow and tucked the flying knife back into her pants pocket.

She thought to herself, was it really this troublesome? Didn't people fight and kill all over the streets in the movies? Even Transformers could fight, and there was even bang-bang-bang going on—why wasn't she allowed to toss a single flying knife?

"There are specialized people in charge of these things. They're professionals, and it's legal. Let them do it." Cheng Yun truly had no strength left right then—not only did he lack the energy to move, but he was even too lazy to think. He just wanted to get a good rest and really didn't want to trouble himself by pulling these matters onto his own shoulders.

So after hesitating for a long time, he still pulled out his mobile phone and dialed the police hotline. After stating his identity to them, he reported what he had seen. As for whether they would take it to heart or not, he wouldn't bother caring.

Not far ahead was the hotel. When Cheng Yun reached the hotel entrance, he suddenly stopped again as if remembering something, turning his head to stare at Heroine Yin, who was carrying the shopping bags.

Heroine Yin also looked at him and blinked, stunned. "What is it?"

Cheng Yun tilted his head, still staring at her.

Heroine Yin quickly stood straight to meet his gaze while blinking her eyes, not understanding what had happened.

"I remember telling you that you aren't allowed to carry weapons when you go out, right?" Cheng Yun stared at her pants pocket and pointed at it. "What's the meaning of this?"

"Huh? This doesn't count!" Heroine Yin said hurriedly.

"Do you have the final say or do I?" Cheng Yun said. "Good thing I didn't take you on the subway."

"What's a subway?"

"Don't change the subject on me!" With a solemn expression, Cheng Yun looked at her feigned innocence and said in a deep voice, "I've already said, people in our world cannot possibly beat you. Ten people holding big machetes probably couldn't even injure you, so your habit of carrying weapons is completely unnecessary in our world!"

"Who says it's unnecessary?" Heroine Yin felt a bit guilty. "What if we run into a Transformer?"

"Phew!" Cheng Yun was simply fuming with anger.

"Oh, got it." Heroine Yin nodded quickly, and once she finished speaking, she clutched her shopping bags and darted towards the hotel entrance in a flash.

"You're back?" Cheng Yan was still sitting at the front desk.

"Yeah." Heroine Yin nodded.

"Bought new shoes?" Seeing the shopping bag in her hand that clearly contained a shoebox, Cheng Yan's gaze shifted down and spotted those running shoes, then looked at Cheng Yun walking in through the door. Her expression remained as bland as ever.

"Yeah." Heroine Yin said, suddenly frowning as she looked around. "Why is there a strange feeling? Huh, and it's gone just like that. Strange."

"Did you buy the groceries?" Cheng Yun asked as soon as he entered.

"Bought them." Cheng Yan was expressionless.

"Then I'll stir-fry the dishes in a bit. You put the rice in the rice cooker to cook first—eight cups of rice, ten cups of water." Cheng Yun said, grabbing a handful of Cheng Yan's strawberries from the coffee table before walking upstairs. "I'm sweating all over from the heat, I'll go up and take a shower first."

"..." Cheng Yan was speechless.

A plate of strawberries had been grabbed by Cheng Yun until only a few were left, but that was fine too; she had another reason to ask him for reimbursement.

Turning her head, she met Heroine Yin's gaze once more, so she silently picked up the plate and handed it over. "Try a few. They're actually quite sweet, even though they were almost completely taken by Cheng Yun."

During the meal, Cheng Yun noticed quite a few police cars speeding past outside, some even with their sirens blaring. He didn't know if it had to do with that Black person. But presumably, just for the sake of catching that Black person, the commotion wouldn't be this grand; after all, the police weren't fools, and that Black person would likely not even dare show his face upon seeing this kind of setup.

Just as he finished eating, an unfamiliar phone call came in, and Cheng Yun subconsciously pressed answer.

"Hello?" A young male voice came through.

"Hello, this is Anju Hotel."

"We're from the criminal investigation brigade. Are you Mr. Cheng Yun?" To Cheng Yun's surprise, the caller wasn't a guest.

"I am."

"I am Zhou Jiaxing, the police officer who came to your shop to look for you yesterday. Do you remember?" Zhou Jiaxing paused slightly before continuing, "You called 110 this afternoon to report some circumstances. I'd like to confirm them with you again and learn a bit more about the situation."

"No problem."

Cheng Yun honestly recounted the clothing and appearance of the Black person he and Heroine Yin had seen that afternoon, the location where they had seen him, the direction of the street where he had vanished, and even the degree of certainty he had in confirming that the Black person was indeed the one from a few days ago. Only then did Zhou Jiaxing hurriedly hang up the phone.

Cheng Yun shook his head, a sense of curiosity actually welling up.

Criminal investigation was a profession he had deeply yearned for when he was a child, but he had never actually come into contact with this line of work even as he grew up, and that unrealistic dream from back then had long since vanished.

The current him had changed his dream—to be a good salted fish.

The sky gradually grew dark, and to Cheng Yun's surprise, Zhou Jiaxing arrived at his shop accompanied by two unfamiliar police officers.