Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 322-014. Dream Bald and Marilyn Bar (Part 1)

Jin Ziyue stared at the screen, which was showing footage captured by the surveillance camera at the "District 9 Rice Noodle Shop".

In the video, a woman with burgundy hair and a short-haired girl holding a selfie stick are chatting animatedly. Although they've only met for the first time, they seem to get along very well. The girl identifies herself as Chen Xingtong, which makes her a relative of Chen Ruolan.

On the other side of the screen, a half-body photo of Qi Tongshan and some information were prominently displayed.

Jin Ziyue carefully browsed the information, a faint light shining in his eyes, yet remaining hidden.

"Is there something wrong with that woman?" Fu Xun asked curiously from the side.

"She is a White Walker."

Jin Ziyue moved the phone over; the screen was still lit, and the text message remained on the chat box with Tianyu.

"Hmm, they don't seem to be here to cause trouble." Fu Xun looked at the screen and saw Chen Ruolan chatting and laughing with the other party. "Besides, that girl is very observant. If the other party is hostile, she can sense it immediately."

Jin Ziyue glanced at Fu Xun.

Has Chen Ruolan's image in Fu Xun's mind been completely overturned after just a few weeks of getting to know each other?

He pondered.

Fu Xun noticed that Jin Ziyue had a phone ready on his other side, so he leaned over and took a peek.

Inside was Qi Tongshan's live stream room, where her conversation with Chen Ruolan at the restaurant could be heard clearly.

"Scallions taste better with dipping sauce."

"Scallion pancakes are good too!"

Fu Xun squinted. The two girls weren't talking about cosmetics, male celebrities, which random guy from the "Love and Raise" series, or any ambiguous relationship between the two BL (Boys' Love) characters...

"Is something wrong?" Fu Xun noticed that Jin Ziyue's eyes were slightly cold.

“Look here.” Jin Ziyue pointed to Qi Tongshan’s information. “The information shows that she is the daughter of a high-ranking White Walker official in District 16, but she speaks with a strong Northeastern accent. Language can be learned, but customs, manners and speech cannot be deliberately changed.”

His reminder made Fu Xun realize that there was something wrong with the woman in front of him.

Like spies in war movies, they meticulously create a disguise for themselves in order to obtain intelligence or carry out a certain mission, appearing in the sight of others with a completely contrasting identity.

Was there deliberate training in the cultural customs of District 9?
"Is this woman pretending to be from District 9?"

“No,” Jin Ziyue said. “If you want to fake or even change your cultural refinement, the best way is to genuinely live in District 9 for a few years. But the other party seems to be just a pampered young lady who hasn’t even stepped out of District 16.”

Even if someone lives in District 9 for several years, their speech is still difficult to separate from their upbringing. Regional culture leaves an indelible mark on a person's values ​​and beliefs, imprinted on their soul from childhood.

Upon hearing this, Fu Xun looked at the screen and saw two women leaning on each other, winking and making faces at the camera. At first glance, they looked like best friends.

"In that sense, she's a bit different from other girls."

“The breakfast meeting sent over data from a survey. In District 9, there are 147 people named ‘Chen Xingtong,’ but none of them match up with a real name.”

Fu Xun didn't think much of it: "So, the identity she's pretending to have doesn't actually exist? It's probably just a stage name."

“She has no need to pretend to be someone who doesn’t exist,” Jin Ziyue said. “A little investigation would reveal inaccuracies in the intelligence.”

"What are your thoughts?" Fu Xun looked at Jin Ziyue, who fell into a brief moment of thought.

"It's not conclusive yet; we'll only know after we've had some contact with her. Right now, we need to determine the level of threat she poses and whether she's connected to this terrorist attack."

Jin Ziyue closed the live webpage and quickly switched to the TV channel. The host was standing to one side of the camera, giving a close-up shot to the survivors being carried out on stretchers.

Smoke, fire, and debris from construction are mixed together, and you can almost smell the stench through the screen.

"This attack doesn't seem like the work of an organized group," Jin Ziyue said, his brow furrowed.

He was trying to figure out the motives of the mastermind behind it all.

Alden Tower is the domain of the White Walkers and the headquarters of some of the most powerful demons in Ukyoto. It's like the castle where the Demon King resides in a fantasy world, except that there are no heroes in this world, no one is willing to die and provoke those truly ferocious monsters, and World War III could break out at any moment.

Even if the organization wanted to incite conflict between humans and White Walkers, it wouldn't do so directly in its own name.

The real culprit behind this must be someone else.

Whoever could purchase armed helicopters and succeed despite the strict surveillance and heavy defenses of the Alden Building, was not a force that Jin Ziyue and his group could confront head-on at this moment.

Jin Ziyue was more concerned about the future peace and tranquility of District 16.

Throughout history, terrorist attacks have never been the end, but rather the beginning of unease and fear.

When historians study the past, they like to add "triggers" to some far-reaching historical events, as if having a pretext allows them to attribute all the sins to the instigator and bear eternal infamy.

He didn't know what events the organization would be blamed for in the future, but being in District 16, Jin Ziyue could already smell the scorched earth that was about to be burned by fire on this land.

We need more detailed intelligence to help Lao Yan and Ruolan survive on this land.

Jin Ziyue made up his mind that if things got out of hand, he would send them back to District 9 as soon as possible.

He thought of someone, his old friend, a dashing young man who traveled the world year-round and was also an excellent intelligence operative.

I saw his post on WeChat Moments a while ago. If I'm not mistaken, it was taken at a bar or nightclub in Kyoto. The person in the photo had blonde hair, heavy makeup, and wore a black mask. His pink face was incredibly alluring, and he was winking at the camera. He was leaning on one side, his blonde hair partially obscuring his face, revealing half of his fair neck. The slit in his neckline was quite suggestive.

"I need to go out for a bit," Jin Ziyue said to Fu Xun as he stood up.

“Okay.” Fu Xun nodded. “Then I’ll go back and find them.”

The two said goodbye.

Jin Ziyue opened the text message chat interface, paused on the window with the nickname "Dream Bald", thought for a while, and then typed:

"drink wine."

Soon, the other party's ID changed to "The other party is typing..."

"Come."

This is followed by the address link.

The location is listed as "Monroe Bar".

“Thirty minutes,” Jin Ziyue replied.

The other party was a playboy surnamed Fu, whom people in the industry called "Dream Bald," but in fact, it was just a nickname. He was not bald at all, and genetically speaking, there was no risk of him going bald.

Mengtu loves drinking, and alcohol is a common way for him to stay alive. Of course, this also makes him prone to blacking out, which leads to a lot of embarrassing situations.

This includes, but is not limited to, drinking to the point of blacking out, then being hungover on the streets of Huacheng, having one's phone and wallet stolen by a kind citizen who even called the police.

He's a novelist who loves to write puns and also loves eunuchs.

But his story is also quite captivating, leaving readers yearning for more, yet patiently waiting for his return from his world tour so he can continue sharing the stories and experiences in his new book.

(End of this chapter)