Aunt Liz

A timely and well-placed excuse to salvage his image, it should be.

Seeing that Moyu had no other reaction, Biscuit breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She had almost let her true thoughts slip...

No, no.

That sentence just now was definitely not her real thought!

Biscuit firmly denied it in her mind.

But still, this young man...

was he a kindred spirit?

Biscuit lowered her head, pretending to bury her face in her chest out of shyness, thereby concealing the flicker of strangeness in her eyes.

Transmuters were typically fickle, skilled liars, and adept at using clever words and actions to mask their true intentions in most situations.

There was also another point.

Because they were good at lying and concealing, they were also quick to detect lies and concealment in others.

Of course, although the existence of "Nen" could subtly amplify and highlight a Nen user's personality, the theory of personality aligning with Nen type was not absolute.

But Biscuit could at least confirm one thing for now.

Infatuated as she was, she could sense that this young man, faced with someone as soft and adorable as herself, was hiding something...

What was his motive, and what was the reason?

That made things very interesting, and also made the situation more fun.

Observing a rough stone to identify the possible luster within beforehand was always an addictive pastime.

Aside from hunting that beautiful blue bead, it seemed there was now another thing to satisfy her.

Biscuit, with her head buried in her chest, revealed a dangerous smile in her heart.

"Big brother, c-could you stay with me a little longer?"

She lowered her head and spoke pitifully.

"Sorry, little sister."

Moyu said apologetically, "I suddenly remembered I have something to take care of, so..."

"Ah."

Biscuit let out a disappointed sound, then slowly lifted her head, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at Moyu, asking with a hint of a sob, "Is it something very important?"

"Sort of."

Moyu glanced at Biscuit's masterful performance and, influenced by it, his apologetic expression deepened as he explained:

"I came here on a connecting flight, so my arrival time is at least twelve hours later than originally planned, but I was in such a hurry during the transfer that I forgot to tell my family in advance. To keep them from worrying, I need to call them. Um, I don't have a phone, but there should be a public phone on the ship."

"Big brother, I know where the public phone is!"

Biscuit, after briefly hearing Moyu's explanation, seized the opportunity to suggest.

This way, she would have a legitimate reason to follow him.

Moyu pretended to think for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, that saves me from asking the staff."

"Mm-hmm."

Biscuit nodded happily.

"Big brother, follow me."

She skipped toward the door with the heart of a little girl.

Moyu followed behind, only able to pray that this upcoming call would be enough to shake off Biscuit's attention.

Of course, that was assuming Liz would pick up his call at this late hour.

If she didn't, he would have to endure Biscuit's acting onslaught until daytime to make the call...

Soon, Biscuit led Moyu to a corridor.

On the wall along the hallway hung an oil painting, and beside it was a coin-operated public phone.

"It's here."

Biscuit pointed at the public phone.

"Mm, I see it."

Moyu walked over.

Under Biscuit's watchful gaze, he inserted a coin, picked up the receiver, and instead of dialing Liz's number directly, he dialed the number for the fake ID service.

The little GG from back then had clearly stated that business was only available from 1 PM to midnight.

That meant—

The long wait tone stretched on, and as expected, the call vanished into the void with no response.

Patiently waiting until the connection automatically dropped, Moyu pretended to mutter to himself: "Didn't pick up, huh. Makes sense, it's this late, Cheadle should be asleep. Let me try calling Aunt Liz instead."

After deliberately leaking a bit of information, Moyu dialed Liz's number and pressed the receiver tight against his ear again.

But such an act probably wouldn't fool a professional Hunter who was clearly eavesdropping.

Beside him, Biscuit quietly watched Moyu making the call.

Cheadle?

The moment she heard that name, Biscuit's mind instantly flashed to the image of Cheadle Yorkshire, the Dog of the Zodiac.

However, namesakes were common in the world, so Biscuit naturally wouldn't directly link the Cheadle Moyu mentioned to the Cheadle she knew.

It was just because of the shared name that she automatically thought of Cheadle when hearing it.

As for the name Liz, it did ring a faint bell.

"Beep, beep..."

Moyu didn't look at Biscuit. He stood by the public phone, focusing intently on the long wait tone coming through the receiver.

After about twenty seconds, the sound of the call connecting finally rang out.

"Is this Aunt Liz?"

The moment it connected, Moyu spoke first.

"..."

There was a brief two-second silence on the other end, followed by a lazy female voice that answered the question with something else entirely:

"I like high-intensity work, and I also like sleeping all day on my rare days off. If I can finish my tasks ahead of schedule, I'll go feed the pigeons in the square or sit for an afternoon at a street-side café."

"If time isn't tight, I might go shopping for clothes or catch a movie at the cinema—only romance films that are currently showing. Unfortunately..."

"The daily workload is too heavy, so opportunities like that are actually rare. Staying up late is the norm, and I often pull all-nighters. I'm recklessly squandering my youthful health, but for the work I love, there's no helping it."

"Because I often stay up all night, my dark circles are so bad that concealer can't even cover them. And since I don't usually take care of my skin, my condition hardly matches the level of a 20-year-old. But as for my figure... chest development is above average, no belly fat, round hips and long legs—by 20-year-old standards, I think I'm perfectly fine."

"In summary—"

At that point, the lazy female voice paused.

Moyu stood holding the receiver in dead silence, like a defendant in court waiting for the opposing lawyer to finish laying out their argument—before that, he could only stay quiet.

Biscuit, eavesdropping nearby, was also a bit stunned. What kind of explanation was this, circling around without ever getting to the point?!

Just then—

From the other end of the line, Liz continued in a gentle tone: "What I mean to say is, my 20th birthday is in 2 months and 7 days. So now, I suggest you rephrase what you just said."

"Sis Liz."

Moyu wisely followed Liz's advice and changed his address from "Aunt" to "Sis."

Maybe this was just the world of Hunter x Hunter.