From the end of the world

Chapter 30 Poison Flower

After much consideration, I finally decided not to use "Firefly" to follow Zhu Shi.

Regardless of Ma Zao who could leave at any time, since I have made up my mind to build a relationship with Zhu Shi and Luo Shan, it is not convenient to do something that would destroy the relationship. Zhu Shi is not Chang An, as a demon hunter, she might find my "firefly". Although I just eavesdropped on her phone call, and she didn't seem to notice it when she was in the hospital with Chang An before, it's hard to say after a long time, everything should be done in moderation.

As I walked on the way home, I was still thinking about my previous conversation with Zhu Shi.

This was the first time I officially revealed myself as a person with super powers in front of other people, especially people I knew. Although I had insisted on hiding my true power so far, I had secretly hoped to show off my supernatural powers in front of others.

If you don't return home when you are rich and powerful, it's like wearing fine clothes and walking at night. If you gain great power and don't show it to anyone around you, this behavior is no different from wearing fine clothes and walking at night.

When I was in high school, I couldn’t help but fantasize before going to bed. I imagined that there was a person with outstanding observation and reasoning skills. He would discover my subtle suspiciousness through clues, and then go through a series of magical reasoning and self-denial, reorganize his own worldview in pain, and finally find me. He told me his reasoning with great shock and inability to accept reality - Zhuang Cheng, are you really a person with super powers?

And at that time, I would calmly admit his reasoning in front of him and show my superpowers - yes, I am.

Who could have expected that this time, although I admitted to my friend's sister that I was a person with super powers, my friend's sister suddenly changed her identity and revealed her identity as a demon hunter from a mysterious organization in front of me.

It always feels different from what I imagined before...

Just as I was thinking about this, my phone suddenly made a sound of receiving a text message. I took it out and saw that it was a text message from Zhu Shi. The content was only one sentence:

"By the way, Senior Brother Zhuang, you are not allowed to go back to investigate the cave in the room on the 15th floor tonight. Just in case, I have asked the agent to keep an eye on it! (<ゝω·)☆"

What a contrast between now and now.

When we first met, she called me "senior brother", probably because she was planning to enter Xianshui University at that time. Recently, she really entered the freshman year of Xianshui University, so I can be called "senior brother" in a reasonable way.

"I understand, Junior Sister Zhu." I sent the text message back.

After a while, I returned to my home and bought some midnight snacks on the way, which I put in two plastic bags.

Firefly had returned before me and confirmed Mazao's condition. Mazao was still at home, and just as I left, on the sofa in the living room.

But now she seemed very tired, curled up on the sofa. The suspense novel I recommended to her before was half-opened and placed next to her head. There were also some old magazines I bought out of curiosity on the coffee table, which showed signs of being flipped.

She was still wearing the grey top and pants I gave her. Perhaps she took my words "use whatever you want at home" to heart, she found some rubber bands from somewhere and fixed the rolled-up sleeves and pants around her wrists and feet.

I opened the door and walked into the house, then came to her side. She looked like she was sleeping poorly, with her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, and her throat making meaningless whimpers like a small animal. Even though she was asleep, her whole body was still as tense as a bow.

Although I was thinking before, "Now that I have Luo Shan, do I no longer need Ma Zao?", when I saw her again, I couldn't help but throw away all those thoughts.

It's not just because of the unknown repulsion effect between me and strange events that needs to be neutralized by Ma Zao. To be honest, I didn't think about that aspect at first. Sometimes I have to admit that I am actually a short-sighted person who prefers things that are within reach, and a childish person who is easily swayed by emotions. Her figure awakened the mystery about her that had settled in my mind, making me unable to extricate myself from her again.

I turned around and put the two plastic bags on the coffee table. In order to monitor her, I wanted to carry her into the bedroom and sleep on the sofa like last time. However, as soon as I touched her knee with my fingers, she was startled and her eyes opened. In an instant, she jumped up flexibly, grabbed my arm with one hand, and attacked my throat with the other hand.

I always feel that this kind of development has happened during the day. Will I be locked up by her joint skills again?
I had this thought reflexively. Although I knew I would be fine, it was like walking around the corner of the corridor and someone suddenly jumped out to scare you. Anyone would be scared, so I was a little scared too.

The next moment, her swift and flexible movements stopped as if she had pressed the pause button. The hand that was about to strangle my throat also changed from "strangling" to "touching".

"Zhuang Cheng?" she asked in surprise and doubt.

"It's me." I calmed my heartbeat, "I'm back."

She was stunned for two or three seconds, then she put her body back and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

"Where do you think you are?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," she said glumly.

"I don't blame you." I put one of the plastic bags filled with something on her thighs. "Look, what did I bring back for you?"

She looked down, her nose moved, and her eyes lit up: "This is..."

I took out a hot cheese-stuffed chicken steak from the plastic bag and said in a friendly tone, "I thought you would be hungry at this time, so I brought you a midnight snack."

"I'm not that greedy." She objected dissatisfiedly, but her eyes could not leave the fried food in my hand.

I deliberately asked back: "So, you don't want to eat?"

"I want to eat." She said unwillingly.

"Eat it." I put the chicken chop in her hand and took out something new from another plastic bag. "There's also ice cream here. You can eat this after you finish the chicken chop."

"Ice cream? I've seen it in written materials before. It's very delicious..." She widened her eyes and looked at the chocolate ice cream in my hand.

That's right, eat it, just eat as much as you want, it's best if you eat it to the point where your stomach gets damaged, then you won't be able to leave my house... I kept my bad thoughts to myself and continued to recommend her a midnight snack. She became more and more eager to eat it. Suddenly, she looked up and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

"eat."

It seemed that if I just watched her eat, she would not move. Fortunately, I had anticipated this and bought two portions.

After a long while, we finished eating everything. She seemed to be satisfied for the time being, and smiled happily again unconsciously.

Maybe she was very sleepy to begin with, and after eating she became even sleepier, her eyelids gradually began to droop. I persuaded her to go back to the bedroom and sleep on the bed, but she insisted on sleeping on the sofa.

"Isn't there only one bed? This is your home, you should sleep on the bed." She was now more relaxed than before. "You are really a weird person. Are you really the only good person in this era? If this is the apocalypse, people like you will die soon."

"That's not the case. There are many bad people in this era." I shamelessly accepted the title of the good guy and asked, "From what you said before, it seems that you have come across materials about this era in the past. What does it say?"

"I haven't come across much information, and a lot of it was written by people in the apocalyptic era based on their own memories and impressions. I heard that in civilized times, people's morals were very noble." She said seriously, "People who grew up in the apocalyptic era can't trust anyone, they only know how to deceive and hurt each other, and they only think about seeking benefits for themselves; while people who grew up in civilized times are honest, united, rational, hardworking and willing to contribute..."

She thought for a moment and added, "Also, he takes his work very seriously. He even cleans the toilet until it's so clean that he can drink the water inside..."

"Wait, wait, wait..." I felt something was wrong as I listened to the rest of the story. "Who left the last part based on what memory?"

She picked up an old magazine on the coffee table, opened a page, pointed to the words on it and said, "Isn't that what it says?"

I concluded directly: "This is a fabricated weird story. It is fake."

"Actually, I didn't believe those either, but after seeing you, I began to wonder if all the legends I had heard in the past about the civilized era were true." As she said this, she couldn't help yawning.

"Just to make it clear, I won't drink toilet water," I said.

"Why would I ask you to do this? You've been so kind to me, and I don't even know how to repay you..." She became more and more sleepy, and her body was shaking.

After a long while, she finally couldn't help it and fell asleep again.

Could it be that she was so easily sleepy because of the spiritual trauma she mentioned? I tried to hold her horizontally again. Although she insisted on sleeping on the sofa, in order to be able to detect her movements in time after falling asleep, of course she slept on the bed and I slept on the sofa. This was not because I was soft-hearted, but a rational choice. This time she did not wake up, so I carried her to the bedroom, laid her flat on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Not sure if she had another nightmare, her brows gradually furrowed and her body began to feel tense.

I stretched out my fingers to smooth out the wrinkles between her brows, and at the same time quietly gathered my heat to warm the bed. Her expression gradually softened, and her whole body relaxed.

In my mind, I could see her happy smile after eating the delicious food, her knees shaking slightly like a child, and her now relaxed face.

I slowly pulled my fingers away and thought about all the experiences that had happened before.

Although there are still some things that cannot be determined, based on my observation and experience, there is no need to add uncertainty prefixes such as maybe, possible, or perhaps to the authenticity of Ma Zao's broom star physique.

Caves, ritual circles, Luo Shan, Zhu Shi, Agent Kong, Fallen Demon Hunter… Ever since Ma Zao arrived, I began to encounter mysterious things one after another that I had never come into contact with in my past life.

It’s like the protagonist of a fantasy story, who was just living a boring, uneventful life before the story began, but after the story began it seemed as if he had encountered a great misfortune, with one crisis after another.

In the past, I tried so hard, but I was never able to get in touch with anything related to weirdness. But now, those things seem to come to me on their own, and it seems that every step I take may lead to new adventures.

If this isn't Ma's favor to me, how can I explain it?

At least, I'd like to believe that's the case.

This means that I must decide how to handle my relationship with her in the future based on the premise that Ma Zao's unlucky physique will affect the "people around her".

I have to make a choice -

Either give up on continuing to associate with Ma Zao, kick her out of the house right now, and return to a boring, uneventful, but safe life that won't cause any trouble to anyone;

Either you stay away from all ordinary interpersonal relationships, part ways with relatives, friends, classmates... and normal society, and choose to maintain a relationship with Ma Zao.

……

It is truly a horrible poisonous flower.

Very good, just what I want.

I just like poisonous flowers. The more poisonous they are, the more delicious they are.

I chose the path of maintaining a relationship with Mazao.

(End of this chapter)