Vol·3 [Plastic Love]

The rats roaming Kennington Street were just an appetizer; Winston finished them off with a single blow.

The seemingly dead monster fish in Shakespeare's Great Cemetery in the City of Tears can only be considered a failed experiment of the Blessed Holy Blood, having already died under the light sword of Bu Liuxing's Iron Knight.

To the vampire nobles of South Sea City, these lackeys, who are not even considered official retainers, are merely gray industries spawned from blood transactions. They have influence both above and below ground, and their reach extends to most of the United Kingdom.

In Shakespeare's Great Tomb--

-- Emerging from a thick fog, Bu Liuxing raised a bright red lantern shaped like a human head and returned to the waiter's side.

While 3301 was still dealing with the corpse, he immediately turned around and asked after sensing the familiar spiritual pressure.

Where did you go just now?

A Xing pulled up his mask and said with a grin, "I heard gunshots, so I immediately ran to the roadside to see what was going on, and sure enough, there was a monster harming people!"

3301: "And then?"

Officer Jessica, under her miner's lamp helmet, looked utterly dejected, her face covered in blood. "Then this guy launched a fearless charge and turned me from a white-skinned mixed-race Asian into a painted-face Native American."

3301 kicked the corpse into the burial pit, feeling a strange sense of embarrassment. He took out a rag and alcohol to wipe Officer Jessica's face, his rough movements resembling the maintenance of a lighting device.

Jessica, with a sour face, said, "Are you serious, waiter? I've never been treated like this in my life! The alcohol in the face mask will make my skin peel—ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!"

3301 said apologetically, "Please bear with it. I don't have any other cleaning solution on hand."

A Xing immediately said, "Officer Jessica! How about I take you back to the Baptism Pool and wash your face?"

Jessica yelled angrily, "Then you're going to wash my hair with my foot bath water? You two are a match made in heaven! I really regret it! Why did I even get involved?!"

Before the words were finished, a faint sound could be heard from the deep pit where the bones were buried.

The corpse that 3301 kicked didn't seem to be completely dead.

--Ah A Xing pulled out his Wild Wolf ACE and casually fired a swarm of silver deer bullets at the pit entrance.

With just one shot, the cemetery returned to silence.

Teacher San San got down to business with A Xing: "The monster you encountered at the entrance just now."

A Xing: "Completely dead."

San San: "There's no intention to leave anyone alive?"

A Xing looked completely innocent. "It wasn't going to give me that chance. When I got there, I heard it howling [Waaah, eat it, eat it] -- if I had been a few seconds slower, another life would have been lost right in front of me. I wouldn't have shown any mercy."

After a moment's thought, San San finally hung her head in dejection.

"Alright. Let's wait. I've already notified the other colleagues, and they'll spread the word that the concentration of Spirit Calamity at other body disposal sites has exceeded the limit. The Shakespeare's Great Cemetery will be packed with visitors these next few days, and we're sure to get something out of it."

"You're amazing!" Meteor immediately turned into a complimenter. "Teacher San San, if you smell anything strange, point it out to me."

3301 didn't transform into a werewolf; she remained in a human form to avoid being mistaken for a monster by the other passengers. Seeing A Xing's genuinely innocent and romantic expression, she inexplicably burst into laughter.

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Really? Are you serious? Here? Can't I have a gas mask or a lampshade or something?"

Meteor scratched his nose and said to Officer Jessica.

"You don't need the miner's lamp helmet anymore? I still have a motorcycle helmet here."

Jessica urged, "Hurry up! Put it on for me! I don't want my face covered in blood."

Meteor muttered under his breath, "It was you who said it, sir. It's pitch black, I can't see anything."

Jessica shook her head vigorously, trying to release all the anger she felt from being fed dog food, even though she only had half a neck left.

"If you tell me two more ghost story versions of love stories from the underworld, I'll gouge my own eyes out right now!"

In just six months, Officer Jessica's Chinese became more and more fluent. A Xing just kept laughing and quickly changed the officer's helmet with a windproof cover.

The three found a small tombstone nearby and sat down, listening for sounds in the darkness and smelling the poisonous stench in the air. If they heard gunshots or smelled blood, they would immediately set off.

When Teacher San San sat next to A Xing, she felt a strange sense of peace and quiet, and she whispered to A Xing.

"You're very capable. It would probably take me quite a while to deal with these monsters."

A Xing, still with his loud and boisterous voice, exclaimed, "Of course! I've been practicing so hard for this day!"

That's not what Teacher San San wanted to hear, so she asked from a different angle: the cunning big wolfhound.

"I feel very safe when I sit next to you."

From inside the motorcycle helmet came Officer Jessica's plea. "Get me some earplugs! Please! I beg you!"

The closing remarks were all changed to Japanese honorifics.

A Xing scratched his head, puzzled. "Commander Jessica? Why? I'm counting on you to pinpoint the location of sounds and give me some useful tips! In the past, it was Ming Ge told me these things and pointed me in the right direction. Later, Jason and I worked together. Now you are my ears and nose. I only know how to charge forward. Someone has to tell me when to stop, right?"

Teacher San San smiled to herself, looking at the bewildered Bu Liuxing, not wanting to explain further, only finding this boy really interesting.

Speaking of Ming Ge, A Xing couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Most of the enemies we encountered have lost their minds and seem to be mentally challenged—in short, weak! These monsters are nothing like the vampires that Sister-in-law described, who fight in teams using firearms. As I understand it, the enemies Ming Ge encountered on the ground are probably more clever and cunning. I wonder how he is doing."

Officer Jessica immediately said, "Jiang Xueming has a lot of tricks up his sleeve!"

3301 continued, "Your older brother is the fiercest and most ruthless person I've ever met in the underworld. He should be..."

"That's not what I meant." A Xing pouted and frowned, looking aggrieved. "If Ming Ge could handle all the problems by himself while I'm just sitting here in the dark cemetery, that would be terrible."

Neither 3301 nor Jessica said anything.

The two girls wondered if this guy had berserker blood.

A Xing analyzed logically and logically. "When I fought these monsters, the Iron Knight could easily tear their bodies apart. According to Ming Ge's methods, whether using a club or the Eye of the Blood Wolf, shattering their beast bodies wouldn't be difficult. Even the most powerful vampires are made of flesh and blood. Do you know why my Braille card shows a combat skill of [S], but not Ming Ge and his sister-in-law's [Extraordinary]?"

Thinking of her best friend's ruthless methods, 3301 seemed to understand A Xing's worries.

A Xing continued, "Because neither of them has any sense of martial ethics, when I'm facing cute girls, or targets that don't seem threatening, or cats and dogs with big, watery eyes, I hesitate. It's almost an instinct of my brain that makes my body freeze for a moment. But when I'm facing strange, swollen, and terrifying monsters, I have no worries at all. Ming Ge said that this is my weakness, and it could very well become my Gate of Death."

3301 immediately said, "Yes, Xiao Qi has never had such concerns. Even if she has Eddie Peng's face, as long as it's an enemy, she can unleash a leg technique that can cut off a child's genitals in an instant."

Meteor continued very seriously, "Ming Ge has prepared a lot for this trip—the ammunition and equipment we got from Mr. Wen Bucai last time we fought the Skull and Bones Society paled in comparison. This time, wearing the Flash Butterfly Armor suit, I feel like I've become a fully armed tank."

Jessica has exceptionally keen hearing, and she took a moment to talk to Meteor.

"Fire a flashbang at the four o'clock position towards the reverse slope."

3301 also smelled the odor.

"It smells like toad and frog urine."

Meteor received the order immediately, raised the muzzle of the Wild Wolf ACE, and smoothly changed to a spare magazine.

The bullet bounced off the tombstone carvings and landed in a pit on the leeward slope, from which a giant toad suddenly leaped out.

--It flicked its long tongue, like a whip lashing wildly at the tombstone planks, and tears streamed from its frog-like eyes due to the intense light. The blue-green patterns on its back glowed fluorescently.

In less than a second, the giant toad turned in mid-air, its belly shattered by a single bullet, and lay motionless in the wild, lifeless. Eventually, the fluorescence on its back faded—it was completely dead.

Meteor put away his weapon and then said to San San, "This equipment makes me feel like I have divine assistance. If I were unarmed, I would definitely run away as fast as I could when I saw a monster with poisonous properties— Ming Ge is now in his Ultimate form, and he's not the same as a Rookie Digimon anymore."

Under the bright light, Jessica watched A Xing's skillful shooting, his swift and decisive movements as if he were eating and drinking, taking down monsters with ease, and she pondered in her mind.

--What kind of brutal training did these brothers undergo that made them almost unrecognizable from their combat performance in the Dead Puppet Agency?

She then heard rustling footsteps at the entrance of the cemetery and immediately perked up.

"Something's coming from six o'clock. It has three legs! It's moving very lightly, and it seems to have a tail. Same here, throw a flashbang first and see what it is."

Bu Liuxing was preparing to raise his gun--

--Teacher San San pressed down on the muzzle of Bu Liuxing's gun.

"No, it should be the waiter. I smelled the perfume from the guest room. Although the spiritual pressure was strange, not human-like—it wasn't malicious."

A warm flame shone in the darkness.

Robert Tang Ning's Earth Dragon servant then appears.

She swayed her head, maintaining a fast and elegant gait in the darkness, her face showing urgency. When she bumped into the two servants sitting side by side on the small tombstones, the little Earth Dragon girl almost turned pale with fright.

She remembered A Xing's scent and would never forget it.

In the Animal Pen, this killer star was like a leek being cut; just by running, he could crush the bones of his brothers and sisters.

"Please, please, please," the Earth Dragon sister's tongue and teeth began to chatter, "Have you seen my employer? The blond, United Kingdom?"

3301 shook his head and said to his waiter colleague, "No, it might be deeper in the cemetery. Do you need help? We can go with you to look for it."

Earth Dragon Girl immediately refused, unwilling to travel with Meteor: "No need, no need, I'll go by myself."

As the large pink tail disappeared into the distance.

3301 saw the employer's wolf head mask following the swaying Earth Dragon tail, and his head almost twisted 120 degrees.

Jessica: "Hahahaha! What kind of fake master-servant relationship is this?"

Teacher San San slapped Meteor's mask straight.

A Xing explained, "No. I just wanted to take a look."

It was nearly 11 p. m. at this moment.

In the peaceful and serene world on Earth.

At the Royal Free Hospital in London.

Jiang Xueming had just left the police station, carrying a bag of documents, and stepped into the hospital.

He screened the missing persons cases of the past six months, selected the most suspicious cases, and identified suspects or victims related to the hospital. He found a red-haired woman named Maria Bruce.

After greeting the receptionist, Xue Ming immediately showed her the photos in the document bag.

"This girl was originally an intern at this hospital, right?"

He gave the nurse a friendly smile, but it was a highly insincere, business-like smile.

The nurse didn't suspect anything, but frowned when she saw the photo.

"Yes, Maria is interning under Doctor Wang; she's a pediatric nurse."

Xue Ming asked, "Are you sure it's her?"

The nurse replied, "Yes, I'm sure. I have a very good memory. I'm so envious of her red hair; it's so beautiful."

Xue Ming pulled out one of the photos—the red-haired woman in the photo was the bar hostess Winston had bumped into on the streets of Kennington: "Why did she quit?"

The nurse said absentmindedly, "She wrote an anonymous letter to the hospital director, saying that Doctor Wang is a problematic person."

Jiang Xueming: "What's the problem?"

The nurse then explained, "I'm not entirely sure either, it's probably some kind of shady stuff like office romances or workplace harassment."

Jiang Xueming: "Is this doctor still in the hospital?"

The nurse nodded immediately. "Yes."

Jiang Xueming pulled out another photo—a criminal investigation file documenting Maria Bruce's suicide by wrist-cutting in the bathtub. "What's your opinion on this?"

The nurse gasped, immediately pressing for an answer, "She's dead? She couldn't take it anymore and committed suicide? Why? Was it because the director was biased towards that bastard? How could this girl be so foolish?"

Jiang Xueming: "This is a case from last September."

The nurse was very surprised. "How could this be! I just spoke to Maria on the phone last month!"

Jiang Xueming: "What did you talk about back then?"

The nurse tried to recall, "They were probably talking about her recent life."

Jiang Xueming: "And then?"

The nurse's expression turned serious and grave. "She said she'd emerged from the shadows and was ready to start a new life. She sang at the Sailor's Pub in Kennington's fourth ward and even cried to me. The six months she spent in the hospital were the most terrifying and horrific time of her life—all because of that pediatrician."

Jiang Xueming took back the photo and handed a banknote to the nurse.

"Thank you, I understand. Could you please contact this doctor for me? His surname is Wang? What is his full name?"

The nurse immediately asked, "Do you need help registering? For pediatrics? Do you have a child?"

Jiang Xueming glanced sideways, pulled out a police ID from his coat—a fake ID that Seventh Brother had prepared beforehand—and said to the nurse, "Do I look like a child?"

The nurse immediately became much more obedient. "Oh, okay. I'll contact Wang Chenggui for you! Great! That guy is finally going to get his comeuppance!"

Jiang Xueming suddenly changed her mind. "No, you just need to tell me which floor he's on, and I'll go find him myself."

The nurse immediately adopted a composed and reliable tone. "Yes! I understand, sir, you're going to operate in secrecy, right?"

"Which floor is he on? Which room?"

Jiang Xueming, like a broken record, pondered whether he should use a human skin mask as a disguise next time he needed to handle a matter. In the past, he didn't have any direct feelings of liking or disliking his own appearance, but now, when it came to doing things, this face seemed somewhat superfluous.

The nurse rested her chin on her hand, absentmindedly pointing at the elevator.

"Fourth floor, 404! It's on the sign in the hallway! Do you want me to come with you? I know the way! Officer? Can I ask for your phone number?"

"Thank you." Jiang Xueming slipped another banknote into the hand, left Seventh Brother's phone number, and instructed the nurse, "This is my contact information. Please, don't follow me."

Having said all that--

Jiang Xueming carried her luggage and boarded the elevator.

In less than a minute, after walking through the corridor, he saw the green botanical garden in the grid-like building, and the pediatric ward on his right. At the end of the corridor was the doctor's examination room.

Xue Ming thought to himself--

--Maria Bruce's suicide attempt followed by her resurrection and subsequent disappearance is undoubtedly related to Dr. Wang Chenggui.

This guy is a pediatrician, and what vampires love most is the fresh, clean blood of children.

Xue Ming tied the scarf around her neck with the Flash Butterfly Armor outfit, knocked on the office door, and greeted them in broken Korean.

"Doctor Wang, I'm here to ask you for help."

A deep male voice responded from inside the door.

"Please come in."

Jiang Xueming pushed open the door and entered.

--Immediately, a strong smell of blood could be detected.

Looking ahead, the cool, bright lights shone on the bedside curtains of the examination room.

The doctor, wearing a mask, sat at his computer desk, as if he had just finished work.

That was Dr. Wang Chenggui, a key member of a gang that worked for the vampires.

Jiang Xueming found a clean seat and sat down, waiting quietly and naturally.

"Sir? You're Korean too? This is the pediatrics department. Didn't you bring your child?" Before Doctor Wang could ask any further questions...

Jiang Xueming got straight to the point.

"--Can't you tone it down a bit? Be a little more professional? I can smell the scalding and bloodshed even from outside the door."