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Chapter 150 Gu Wenyu's Mother, the Villains, and His Sister's Problem (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

[Xia Pingzhou: They said the regimental commander is looking for someone in Lijing, so who is the new No. 4?]

[Hacker: Su Ying. I heard she's an exorcist. The guild leader didn't introduce her to me much, and I only just met her.]

"Hmm... Su Ying?"

Through the perspective of the second unit, Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow and stared at the name on the screen, feeling for some reason that it looked somewhat familiar.

His lips moved, and he murmured again, "Su...Ying?"

A moment later, Ji Minghuan finally came to his senses and looked at the name again. It was as if he saw the Loch Ness Monster leaping out of the fish tank, and a storm of emotions surged in his heart:
"Holy crap, isn't that the mother of Unit 1 who was accidentally killed by Rainbow Wing?"

"The hacker couldn't have already investigated my background and found out about my cooperation with Black Chrysalis, and then used this name to deliberately mess with me, could it?"

Thinking of this, his typing fingers suddenly felt a little uneasy.

But you still have to type, and suddenly not replying to messages at this point would seem like you're trying to cover something up.

[Xia Pingzhou: Is the new member a woman?]

[Hacker: Sexism?]

[Xia Pingzhou: What does he look like?]

[Hacker: You'll see when you see it.]

[Xia Pingzhou: You just said she's an exorcist, so what is her Heavenly Chaser?]

[Hacker: You're really that curious? No wonder you're our group's womanizer; you're hooked on men, women, young and old, even a hundred-year-old!]

"Please, it's not just about men, women, young and old, that's my mom, okay..."

Ji Minghuan sighed inwardly, "What's going on now? The new member just shares a name with the mother of the first mecha? But the leader met her in Lijing. Could it really be her mother who died a few years ago? If her mother isn't dead, then what is this family busy with?"

"Forget it, even if this new number 4 isn't Mom, she's very likely to have some connection with her. I'll have to find out what she's up to when the next operation starts."

Gathering her scattered thoughts, Ji Minghuan picked up a glass from the table and took a sip of orange juice with a blank expression.

Turning his head, he saw Ayase Origami with her eyes lowered, her pupils empty. Although her eyes had always been vacant, after spending some time with her, he could tell from her eyes what she was feeling; she seemed a little sleepy at the moment.

"Shall we go back first?" Ji Minghuan asked while sipping orange juice through a straw.

Origami Ayase yawned and covered her mouth with the back of her hand. She smacked her lips lightly, thought for a moment absentmindedly, and whispered something:
"clothing."

"The shop assistant has already delivered it to the hotel," Ji Minghuan instructed Xia Pingzhou to answer.

"Tomorrow... I want to wear new clothes." Her voice was already slurred, and her eyelids drooped and then lifted again. She clearly hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol, yet she was the only sleepy person in the private room.

After all, the young lady would usually be in bed by now, but she seemed to know that everyone was in a bad mood because of Lan Duoduo's death, so she fought off her sleepiness and chatted with everyone in the private room. Although she didn't say a word, it was still a form of companionship.

"Want me to help you choose?" Xia Pingzhou asked.

"I'll choose myself."

Origami Ayase's tone carried a hint of a little girl's stubbornness, like a little girl who had been strictly controlled by her parents finally going to university and having her own dorm room and wardrobe, where she could put any clothes she thought looked nice into it.

"it is good."

Xia Pingzhou glanced at her drowsy appearance before looking away.

For some reason, he suddenly realized that the people around him seemed to be a group of people whose mental age was lower than their actual age, such as Caesar, Origami Ayase, and the Refrigerator Demon whose mental age was only three years old.

Perhaps he himself is that kind of person, which is why he attracts people like him. After all, although he uses the body of a 19-year-old, his mental age is actually 12, only he is more mature and knows more than an average 12-year-old.

Seeing that Ayase Origami was so sleepy she could barely stay awake, her eyelids almost completely closing, Xia Pingzhou woke her up:

"Let's go."

She stood up from the sofa and turned to look at the others, saying, "She and I are going back first."

“How sweet.” Andrew whistled first. “Come on, come on, I’ve forced you two little brats to drink with me so late… even though you’re drinking orange juice.”

After saying that, he let out a burp.

"You two haven't already slept together, have you? How innocent..." Bloodline smiled slightly, cupping his cheeks.

"Newbie, I advise you to watch your step," Ripper said, fiddling with his phone without looking up.

Fortunately, Xia Pingzhou and Ayase Origami are neither human nor even more like a fake human. The combination of a robot and a puppet would never result in them blushing from being teased. They would only respond expressionlessly and in unison:

"Shut up."

After the lukewarm words, the two left the private room. They went straight out of the tavern and soon arrived at the hotel they had booked in advance.

As the Bloodline said, the two did indeed book the same room, but it was a double room. This was Ayase Origami's request; she thought it would be troublesome if Xia Pingzhou got into trouble, so it was better for her to keep an eye on him.

Xia Pingzhou didn't seem to care, as if he were still living in the attic of the coffee shop.

Back then, he slept on the floor, and she slept on the bed. Both of them slept very quietly, and neither of them snored. When he slept, he was like a robot that had lost power, and when the young lady slept, she was like a doll that had lost its strings, so they got along very harmoniously.

But they could never return to that café. Oda Takikage was dead, and the Japanese underworld was conducting a massive search for the White Ravens, scrutinizing every surveillance camera on every street. If they could simply rewind the surveillance footage, they would eventually find that café located near Tokyo Bay.

Using her room card, she touched the sensor below the handle, and with a beep, entered the room. Ayase Origami rubbed herself on the carpet a couple of times, took off her wooden clogs, and then walked towards the bed without looking back. Like a doll with its strings cut, she stumbled and fell onto the bed.

She lay face down on the pillow, her eyes lowered. She was clearly very sleepy and tired, but she didn't close her eyes immediately.

Xia Pingzhou took off his shoes, carried two bags of clothes, and came in, sitting down on another bed.

“At that time…” she suddenly said, “I didn’t act impulsively, and Lan Duoduo might not have died.”

The girl in the kimono spoke very softly, so softly that it couldn't drown out the croaking of frogs in the hotel courtyard.

Xia Pingzhou was slightly taken aback, realizing that Ayase Origami had blamed him for Lan Duoduo's death. However, he also knew that if Ayase Origami hadn't acted impulsively, Lan Duoduo might not have died... instead, it would have been Oda Takikage who died. It was precisely because Ayase Origami's actions at that time had enraged Zhou Jiuya that that bloody scene occurred.

“But…none of them blamed me.” Origami Ayase paused. “Why?”

Xia Pingzhou remained silent, thinking to herself that... no one blamed her at this gathering, not even Andrew, who cared most about Lan Duoduo.

It's likely because, deep down, none of them believed there was anything wrong with it. These villains also had their own principles, namely, the lives of their comrades. So even if most of the group members had died, probably none of the survivors would have blamed her.

"Why should they blame you?" he asked.

"I killed Lan Duoduo."

“I think from the moment we joined the White Raven Brigade, everyone here was basically prepared to be buried at any moment. We are just a bunch of hopeless outlaws,” Xia Pingzhou said.

“But why do the people around me always…” she said haltingly, “always… one after another, Takikage too, and my mother too.”

Xia Pingzhou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he had asked Ayase Origami in the attic before what it was like to be a yakuza boss's daughter.

She said she was the only child in her family. Her mother died in childbirth, and her father took his anger out on her, raising her like a tool. From a young age, her father instilled in her the idea of ​​killing. He would take her to watch his men execute debtors.

She didn't even have the right to blink, because her father would be angry.

Because her father always said that her mother's death was her fault, she gradually got used to this saying at a young age. It seems that even after escaping her family, the ideas that her parents had instilled in her during her childhood still relentlessly pursued her and subtly influenced her thinking, like an invisible birdcage or an indelible mark.

After a moment of silence, Xia Pingzhou spoke up: "Your mother's death was not your fault. Your father was a scumbag, which is why he took his anger out on you."

"...What about Takikage?"

“I think from the moment he voluntarily joined the Phantom Troupe with you, he was already prepared to die.” Xia Pingzhou paused. “Everyone here is prepared to wake up one day and die, let alone a ninja.”

"But he didn't need to make this preparation; he never needed to in the first place."

Xia Pingzhou glanced at her and said, "He has his own ideas, and you are just you. You can't control others, not even the people you care about most, or the people who care about you most."

He remained silent for a long time: "Besides, we are bad people. The only right that bad people can enjoy is that they don't have to be responsible for anyone. So be smart... don't take the burden of what makes you suffer, just like when you ran away from your family."

"Back then, didn't you think that even being a person despised by everyone was better than being a puppet led by others your whole life? But when you start to care about these things, you become that puppet that can be manipulated by others again."

Xia Pingzhou paused for a moment: "Anyway, we're already this rotten. Instead of worrying about all that nonsense, why not just be the worst and most carefree scum in the world? It's better than having a sour face every day, isn't it?"

After a long silence, Ayase Origami suddenly whispered, "You're not scum."

Xia Pingzhou was taken aback.

"You're a cat scumbag," Origami Ayase said calmly.

Xia Pingzhou belatedly realized that she had once again made an inappropriate joke. This kimono-clad girl's thinking was always so eccentric, yet her tone of voice was always so calm and indifferent, making it impossible to tell whether she was serious or joking.

He sighed softly, suddenly feeling like he was talking to a brick wall, as if he were lecturing a three-year-old about the importance of world peace, only to have the three-year-old make an imperialist gesture at him.

"A little cat spouting profound truths..." Origami Ayase paused for a moment, then closed her eyes. "I don't dislike it."

She clearly didn't smile, yet a hint of a smile seemed to linger on her pale cheeks. Soon after, she fell asleep, and in the dim light, one could see her chest rising and falling slightly and hear her barely audible breathing.

Seeing that she had fallen asleep, Xia Pingzhou lay down on the other bed. He turned off the bedside lamp, and the quiet darkness enveloped the two of them, with the sound of frogs croaking outside still audible.

Due to the different time zones, it was still night in Venice, but it was already daytime in Lijing and the Whale Garden. So, after closing his eyes, he synchronized his consciousness with the No. 1 machine.

At 9:30 a.m., China time, Gu Wenyu, the first unit, woke up, got up and walked out of the room. He staggered to the washroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then went downstairs.

He listlessly turned his head and immediately spotted Su Zimai sitting on the sofa playing on her phone.

"That's your breakfast." She pointed to the kitchen table without turning her head.

Following his sister's finger, Gu Wenyu saw black sesame soy milk, glutinous rice buns, and a glutinous rice chicken on the dining table. His older brother must have bought them, as he knew what Gu Wenyu liked to eat.

He obediently finished his breakfast, then washed his hands and sat down in front of the TV. Su Zimai was watching an old animated series called "Little Heroes".

"Could you watch Kamen Rider with me?" Gu Wenyu asked tentatively.

"I don't want to watch... Watching Black Cat Detective is more interesting than that. What's so fun about the suit? Besides, the head of that suit looks like a cockroach. I suspect that the mask of that black pupa was made to imitate Kamen Rider."

"By the way, Black Chrysalis beat up Silver Devourer last night. I just woke up and saw his video."

"What kind of small fry is Swallowing Silver? It's no wonder he got beaten up."

"I won't allow you to insult Tun Yin! I'm still wearing his fan T-shirt! Look in my eyes! Answer me, why are you insulting Tun Yin? In what way does Tun Yin fall short of your lesbian teacher?"

"Can you stop reacting so strongly?" Su Zimai asked disdainfully. "Is Tunyin your mother?"

Ji Minghuan suddenly wondered if Su Zimai became an exorcist because she inherited her mother's cells, but was the fourth member of the Phantom Troupe really her mother? If not, could she be her mother's friend in the exorcist world?

Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan shifted her position slightly off the sofa and asked, "Little sister, do you think... I have the potential to become an exorcist?"

"Huh?" Su Zimai's voice was drawn out, carrying a naked sarcasm and mockery.

She turned off her phone, looked at him, coughed twice, and said seriously and bluntly, "My teacher said that you don't have the rudiments of a Skywalker in your body, so you can never become an exorcist in this lifetime, understand?"

"Then where did the nascent Sky Chaser within you come from?"

"That's of course natural."

"That can't be right... It's not something you were born with, it's something your mother gave birth to."

Su Zimai was about to say, "Why are you suddenly playing word games?" when she suddenly raised an eyebrow and thought, "That's right... Since she's an exorcist, her exorcist genes are very likely inherited from her parents!"
Why didn't she think of this before?

"You mean..." she paused, "that Mom was also an exorcist?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)