The Cold-Blooded Killer

After a sixteen-hour journey, Xue Ming returned to Nine Realms Station.

After disembarking at Platform 1, following the Summoning Bell procedure, he had to go to another location for a security check, accompanied by waiter 9527.

A Xing originally wanted to come and see what the commotion was about.

Before the kid could even reach the elevator, the lobby manager dragged him to the Lingweng Church.

As we parted, I could still hear Bu Liuxing shouting loudly.

"Ming Ge! Ming Ge, remember to come to the party! Tulip Bar! The sauna's right next door! Let's have a contest! Let's see who can hold their breath longer in a 96-degree sauna, okay? Ming Ge, hey, don't pull my hair!"

"Alright then." Jiang Xueming felt a bit like laughing and crying at the same time, "If you can stay sober after finishing one round of drinks—I'll play a game with you."

"You really agreed?" 9527 tilted his head and asked again.

"You can't go to a sauna after drinking," Jiang Xueming whispered. "Besides, A Xing gets drunk very easily and throws up easily, I don't want to spoil his fun."

"Hey!" 9527 chuckled, "I've never understood it."

The two departed from Platform 1--

--Go to the VIP tea room.

If an ordinary passenger survives after ringing the Summoning Bell, they must go to this place and undergo a mental examination according to VIP standards.

After passing through the Second Platform, arrive at the other side of the Council of Five Kings, and continue to the end of the Third Platform. Enter the reception portal, pass through four halls, and enter the elevator.

In the relatively private space of the elevator.

9527 finally finished speaking, "Mr. Xue Ming, I don't understand why you're so good to that silly boy. You said before that he saved your sister, and you owe him a lot of favors, or that there's some kind of relationship between you that I can't understand."

"Are you jealous?" Jiang Xueming mimicked Seventh Brother's tilted head expression from earlier, smiling with pursed lips.

"I'm insanely jealous!" 9527 bit her nails, looking frantic. "I'm thinking, you're such a thoughtful and cautious person, if only you could care about me a little more!"

Jiang Xueming took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the crab roe off Seventh Brother's mouth.

Xiao Qi immediately started giggling and babbling.

"Hey-hey."

However, she quickly realized the extent of her attraction to her beauty and began to escalate her unreasonable demands.

You promised me!

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, we meet for dinner once a week, I remember."

Seventh Brother added, "There's more!"

Jiang Xueming answered first, "Whether I'm free or not, I'll accompany you for a walk in the afternoon or evening."

Seventh Brother nodded vigorously after hearing this, and then took out his phone with satisfaction to write on a notepad.

What is destined to be yours will be yours; what is not, you cannot force.

Forced love is incredibly sweet.

[You can't win because your damage output is insufficient; true damage is the most realistic type of damage in this game.]

[What do you mean, "If you are well, all I need is my <Sunny Day>"?]

[Teachers, you two are absolutely right!~]

The elevator slowly ascended --

--Xue Ming only heard the screech of the steel cable pulley, and her mood calmed down. She began to sort out the events that had happened in the past month in her mind.

Once again, I've returned alive from the underworld.

Although the journey was somewhat bumpy and bizarre, it didn't lead to a state of mental trauma, loss of composure, or breakdown.

They returned from the Dead A Xing Dead Puppet Agency safely, as if on a vacation.

I've met many, many people and encountered many, many things, but nothing too dramatic, which is a good thing.

I think the most thrilling and frightening things were mostly related to the [Soul's Glory] of Teacher Victor. He seemed to be able to see through all my thoughts; perhaps it was a very magical mind-reading magic trick.

And then there are those dogs in the Dead Puppet Agency City. They're so incredibly clever. During the New Year's cultural performance, I even saw them dancing to the music. They're so damn mysterious.

And -- the evil magic and poison that was used on me on 9527.

When we first met, this woman struck me as very approachable, down-to-earth, and efficient.

Later, she became increasingly dishonest; one out of every two sentences she said was a lie, and she would randomly kiss me on the face for no reason.

Bailu doesn't reject Seventh Brother, but she doesn't particularly like him either. Although this younger sister calls me "sister-in-law" all the time, I know that she is much more cold-blooded and lively than me. She is a pure "carnivore." The poor girl who can happily stir up trouble in a school next to the villa area of Saintess Middle School is definitely not a naive and innocent girl— this Little Kitty has a lot of bad intentions.

I think Bailu did this so that Seventh Brother would take good care of me.

This time, after I used the Summoning Bell, she actually came to my side, rushing over almost at lightning speed.

That inexplicable feeling of security doesn't lie; I actually developed feelings of dependence on someone I'd only known for a month.

In the past, I only asked Brother Ye for help when I was in the most difficult situation. If I told Brother Ye about this, he would definitely say something.

[You've met the most ruthless and cunning assassin of your life; she's stolen your heart.]

She gave me a really dangerous feeling.

--If this is considered romantic love between a man and a woman, it's far too terrifying.

When I heard her silently weeping for Commander Jessica's childhood abandonment by her parents, I was unexpectedly overcome with a desire to comfort her and take care of her.

My memory isn't too bad, and I figured out the reason—back in my hometown in Pingyang County, on that cement road, she walked with me the whole way, asking me all the way about the messy and frustrating things at home.

At first, she was afraid I'd be sad, then she was afraid I wouldn't be. Then, she started crying on her own, cursing and shouting, "Fine, let's pop the champagne!"

Perhaps when she was crying, my body was smarter than my brain and was more likely to empathize first.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xueming began to feel anxious and couldn't help but steal glances at Seventh Brother.

But does she really dislike dump trucks?

I'd like to put a dump truck in the coffee shop. That way, I can serve customers, and also those who don't like dump trucks but like to cause trouble.

Her reaction was surprisingly strong; she told me to stop thinking about dump trucks.

But I really feel that dump trucks are such wonderful and powerful things.

If there were a dump truck with an eight-stroke diesel engine, bright steel rims, dazzling headlights, capable of hauling fifty tons of cargo and running at two hundred kilometers per hour, and it only cost two hundred to three hundred thousand yuan.

I really couldn't refuse--

It smells so good.

If

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing that Jiang Xueming didn't react, 9527 waved his hand in front of Xue Ming's eyes. "So happy?"

Jiang Xueming: "Oh, I thought of you, and also..."

"Oh!!!--" 9527 was about to faint, grabbing Jiang Xueming's shoulders and shaking him violently. "Don't just think about it in your head! I'm standing right next to you, how can you only think about things!"

Xue Ming found it hard to understand why these people in the underworld could express their emotions so directly and passionately—he truly envied them.

"Ding-dong!"

The elevator takes you to the 51st floor, the top floor, where the VIP tea room is right in front of you.

9527 switched to work mode and started business, transitioning from a frenzied state to calm with each breath.

Every time this kind of change occurred, Jiang Xueming would have chilling speculations.

Is it possible that, in other words, is it possible that Seventh Sister is actually a robot? That she has a switch on her body that can adjust her emotions and can turn it on and off at any time?

He shouldn't ask about it, as it might offend the other party.

Then I thought of the word "transformation," and the official explanation given by the station.

Every VIP must undergo six transformations and go through four main stages before they can finally break out of their cocoon and become an extraordinary person like David Victor.

Perhaps the ability to control one's emotions so freely in 9527 was also acquired through a [transformation].

With this in mind, Xue Ming became even more determined in her decision—after the security check, she would first go home to train, then spend a week reading in the Grand Library. Following that, she would follow Teacher Victor's instructions to find a job at Mimir Hot Spring and continue to grow stronger.

After all, even wielding this forty-plus-pound Magic Wand would be difficult for him now. If the Armadillo Hunters, like Seven, could freely change their emotions and control their expressions, they would be absolutely terrifying opponents, as they could be hiding anywhere.

The cashier, who greeted you warmly, was just talking badly about her boyfriend a moment ago, then started complaining about the vegetable prices these past few weeks, and telling you to wear more clothes because autumn is just around the corner. Everything felt so real.

The next second, you crouch down to look for a Coke in the freezer, and the cashier pulls out a gun—

This intrusive mind made Jiang Xueming uneasy. Based on his experience living on the surface world, enemies with similar abilities were practically impossible to defend against.

"You've been spacing out a lot today," 9527 said seriously. "Were you thinking about a certain woman?"

"Yes," Jiang Xueming replied as they walked. "I was thinking about the cashier at the Castor convenience store in the commercial street near A Xing's house. She looked unfamiliar, and she wasn't Chinese. She had chestnut hair and a sweet smile."

Seventh Brother: "She's dead meat. I'm going to slash her face to pieces."

"No, I was just thinking, is it possible that she's a hunter?" Jiang Xueming sighed. Just thinking about it was useless—so she took out her phone to let her sister know she was safe, and only felt relieved after receiving a reply.

Seventh Brother breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Xue Ming's explanation, "Oh, then it's alright."

The end of the Galloping Horse Avenue.

There is a small supermarket on the commercial street near the ocean coast.

It was the Castor convenience store that Jiang Xueming had mentioned.

Jason Megan stuffs milk tea into the freezer to restock.

The cashier was his waitress.

They work hard and diligently to earn money.

All this was to find out where Jiang Xueming lived, and to figure out the travel patterns of their prey, especially Jiang Bailu.

If we could tie Jiang Bailu down, everything would be solved!

But things may not be as simple as Mr. Jason thinks.

Or rather, they made a very simple thing complicated.

The peak time for passenger flow is at 8:30 am. Cars and pedestrians heading to the Hung Hom- Harbour Tunnel will all come to this Castor convenience store to buy pineapple buns because Chef Jason's cooking skills are excellent.

The specialty milk tea here is the waiter's forte, a top-notch delicacy even in the underworld.

Castor's grill and steak teppanyaki have become one of the most popular spots in the area, keeping Mr. Jason constantly occupied and unable to leave the shop.

A long day of work has ended.

At 11 p. m., the waiter wiped the sweat from Jason's forehead.

"Sir! My dear sir! We've made so much money again!"

"I feel like something's not right," Jason wanted to say something, but couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

The waiter exclaimed excitedly, "Isn't making money a great thing?"

Jason finally realized, "Wait, wait! We should be hanging around Jiang Xueming's place! I need to go hunting!"

The waiter, looking aggrieved, reminded us, "But... there's not enough time! If you don't sleep now, can you guarantee the taste of the grilled black sausage and roasted chicken wings tomorrow morning? If the customers can taste something wrong, won't we be exposed?"

Jason gritted his teeth. "Uh, you're right, but we're definitely not here for the money! Right?!"

The waiter nodded vigorously. "Of course! We're not short of money!"

Jason grabbed the waiter's hand and said confidently, "That's right! We did these things for the sake of hunting!"

The waiter clapped enthusiastically, "Yes! Yes! The desserts are excellent! The sweet soups and milk teas are also excellent! Seeing the guests so happy makes me feel so happy I could faint! It's really, really good. Everything goes wrong when money is involved! Don't you agree, sir?"

"Hmph!" Jason sneered. "They haven't even tasted my specialty yet! I love watching these ignorant fools grin like idiots with expressions of surprise and bliss. It's so relaxing!"

The waiter and Jason high-fived in celebration.

Outside the store, the two chatted more and more enthusiastically.

The Bu Family mansion is very, very far from here, only about 800 meters away.

The stars in the sky are very close to us, yet tens of thousands of light-years away.

My leave request failed, and being unable to update feels like ants crawling all over me—I said I'd skip it, but I didn't.

This is also a type of pigeon.