My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 175 The Lion and the Cat, Mario (Seeking monthly votes)

After the Black Chrysalis met with the leader of the White Raven Brigade on the middle school rooftop, his "binding belt incarnation" turned into a cloud of scorching steam and dissipated, carried by the wind into the city.

Meanwhile, in the Guyimai residential area.

Gu Wenyu, the first unit, suddenly opened his eyes from the bed, and then a red and black notification box appeared in his pupils.

[Hint: Your "Restraint Avatar" has died.]

[After a 12-hour cooldown period, you can release the "Restraint Avatar" again.]

Gu Wenyu closed the control panel, put his arm behind his head, turned his head, and stared blankly at the billboard outside the window:

"Things are going relatively smoothly. There's a good chance the leader will take the team to Norway to wait for the legendary whale to land. As long as they can enter the miniature garden, Caesar and Li Qingping will have a chance to survive."

"Well... the most urgent matter is still the Salvation Society. Tomorrow morning I have to go to London with my sister and the others, and then we'll race against the Salvation Society to see which side catches the red light first."

With that thought in mind, he slowly closed his eyes and synchronized his consciousness with the second unit.

At the same time, at Marco Polo International Airport in Venice.

It was still five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was getting dark. The afterglow of the setting sun looked like a yellow bus sliding down the blood-red hill, pressing heavily on people's faces.

Wearing face masks, Xia Pingzhou and Ayase Origami walked side by side through the long airport corridor.

Jack the Ripper followed behind them, playing "Watermelon Ninja" on his phone without even looking up.

It's unclear what her obsession with slicing watermelons is, but maybe she's addicted to slicing people and is looking for a substitute. Anyway, Xia Pingzhou gets annoyed whenever he hears the "swish swish swish" sound coming from his phone.

The three boarded the plane's first-class cabin. The hacker had altered the plane's settings, preventing other passengers from booking that cabin, so they were the only ones visible in the entire first-class section.

It has to be said that Xia Pingzhou felt the only benefit of joining the group was having this electronic pet that could help him arrange his itinerary and provide information anytime, anywhere.

The downside is that he will monitor anyone with electronic devices around them 24/7.

However, Xia Pingzhou is still under observation and the leader's suspicions about him have not been completely dispelled, so being monitored by hackers is not necessarily a bad thing.

A sudden, violent turbulence followed, and the plane took off with a roar of its engines. Its destination was London, England; the flight from Venice took only two hours.

Xia Pingzhou raised his head, looked at the clear, water-washed sky outside the window, and then looked at the kimono-clad girl who was looking down at a collection of haiku.

"Speaking of which... you really like haiku?" he asked.

“This is all my mother left me,” she said softly.

Xia Pingzhou was silent for a moment: "Have you ever been to London?"

"No, How about you?"

"This is my first time in a place like that."

Xia Pingzhou lowered his eyes, and suddenly thought of Kong Youling. Back when they were in the orphanage, the two of them would lie in a corner of the library, heads close together, flipping through a travel magazine on the floor, shouting at London's Big Ben and the Thames.

Kong Youling said the outside world is so big. He said yes, I'll take you out to see it in the future. We'll write "Ji Minghuan and Kong Youling visited this place" everywhere we go.

"But... won't people scold us?" Kong Youling asked, holding up her notebook.

“Then let’s run away,” Ji Minghuan said triumphantly. “We’ll run to the Arctic, then ride a polar bear all the way to the Antarctic, catch a whole bunch of penguins, tie them together, and ride on their backs around the Pacific Ocean.”

Can penguins be used as boats?

"Didn't that pirate cartoon say that penguins are the most durable ships?"

"Wow, that's amazing... I want to ride the penguin boat!" Kong Youling's eyes lit up as she wrote in her notebook, seemingly having no doubts about Captain Ji Minghuan's plan.

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted Xia Pingzhou's thoughts.

"London...does it have Sherlock Holmes?" Origami Ayase thought for a moment and then asked. It seemed that when it came to England, this girl, who lacked common sense, only knew the name Sherlock Holmes.

"I don't know. Since there's a modern-day 'Jack the Ripper,' it shouldn't be surprising if London has a modern-day Sherlock Holmes, right?" Xia Pingzhou said casually.

"What did the modern-day 'Jack the Ripper' do to you?" came a cold, questioning voice from behind.

“Nothing much,” Xia Pingzhou replied, “I’m talking to Miss, please don’t interrupt.”

Origami Ayase closed the haiku collection. "Then...is Sherlock Holmes a superhuman?"

"I feel... he must be an exorcist."

"Why not a superhuman?"

“His Sky Drive could be a pipe or something, very fashionable.” Xia Pingzhou said expressionlessly. “If he’s a superhuman, then I find it hard to imagine what his abilities are. And if a detective has to rely on superpowers to solve cases, that’s too lame.”

"Oh."

Origami Ayase suddenly fell silent.

In fact, Xia Pingzhou really wanted to tell her that if she couldn't find topics to talk about, she didn't have to. She always seemed to be racking her brains when she tried to strike up a conversation with someone. Perhaps there was always a sad barrier between dolls and humans. Fortunately, his persona was that of a robot.

The cabin was quiet. Xia Pingzhou turned his head and stared blankly at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

He kept replaying the same scene in his mind: if he saw Kong Youling in a hospital gown on the streets of London tomorrow, would he really be able to calm himself down? They had already come this far, and one wrong step would ruin everything.

The girl in the kimono suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"What?" Xia Pingzhou was taken aback and turned to meet her gaze.

“Since yesterday, you’ve made me feel…” she said, “like you have something on your mind.”

"Really?" said the Ripper sitting in the back row. "He's just expressionless, how could he look 'worried'?"

"I second that," Xia Pingzhou said.

Origami Ayase lowered her eyes, staring at the words in the haiku collection for a while. "Is that so?"

Xia Pingzhou was silent for a while: "Sometimes I think it would be great if I were just a cat. Cats are only responsible for napping and being affectionate, not for having heavy thoughts."

"Aren't you a cat?" Origami Ayase asked.

"Only in front of you."

"I've seen you nap, now let's see you act cute."

Just then, Ripper kicked their seats hard, and his indifferent voice came from the back: "So brazen, do you want me to cut off your fingers to use as mice for playing games? I don't mind doing that."

“Gomenase.” “Smimasai.”

The two apologized with blank expressions, their tone completely flat.

Xia Pingzhou looked out the window and thought: The Ripper is the strongest fighting force in the entire brigade right now. I'll bring her along, hoping she can play a role in this trip to London. But the problem is... how can I get close to the red lights without arousing their suspicion with the hackers?

"Using the information gathering capabilities of Unit 1 to create a chance encounter?"

He shook his head, pulling himself out of his jumbled thoughts.

“Speaking of which…” Xia Pingzhou suddenly said.

"What?" The girl in the kimono turned to look at him.

“I’ve been your cat for so long, when can you be my cat for a while? That would be fair.” Xia Pingzhou turned his head and looked at Ayase Origami with a serious expression.

She froze for a moment.

"...The kitten has rebelled."

"Be careful, the kitten might suddenly turn into a lion, or I might bite."

“Someday,” Ayase Origami said dismissively, continuing to read her book, “when you become stronger than me.”

"Really? Then you'll have to call me master?" Xia Pingzhou said nonchalantly.

Origami Ayase didn't say anything, but simply formed a small hand with a piece of paper and gently scratched his cheek.

The plane flew through a sea of ​​clouds, the cabin still slightly turbulent. Looking at the silent, pure white kimono-clad girl beside him, Xia Pingzhou felt as if he too was affected by that doll-like demeanor, and his previously agitated mood calmed down.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep without realizing it, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Restricted-level psychic, number 1002 - 'Ji Minghuan', quickly get up and get ready. The instructor has a message for you."

He didn't know exactly how much time had passed when a cold voice pulled him out of his sleep.

Ji Minghuan groggily opened his eyes, scratched the collar around his neck, slowly straightened up, and stared blankly at the penguin broadcast on the ceiling.

A short while later, the metal door opened, and the instructor walked in: "Ji Minghuan, are you ready?"

"What preparation?"

"Preparing to go out on a mission, you'll wake up one morning to find yourself in London."

"So soon, by plane?"

"You'll know then."

"Alright." Ji Minghuan rubbed his eyes, got off the bed, and walked to the table. "So what do you want from me now? You might as well just take us all to London."

"Let me introduce you to 'Mario' first, so you can look after each other later."

“Mario, that SkyDrive kid is a ‘game console’?” Ji Minghuan pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Ah."

Ji Minghuan rested his chin on his hand, yawned, and muttered, "You're not going to give us an anesthetic first, put us to sleep, and then have Mario load a 'London' scene into the game console, and then tell us that it's real London when we wake up, are you?"

"You're quite imaginative," the mentor said with a slight smile, his hands behind his back. "Anyway, he's here, so let's get to know him."

After saying that, he walked out of the cell without looking back, his figure disappearing into the bright white light curtain.

Ji Minghuan tilted his head and silently stared at the entrance of the prison cell out of the corner of his eye, wondering what kind of monster would come this time.

A short while later, a blond, blue-eyed boy walked in through the dazzling light screen, his steps dejected. Mario hung his head, clutching a PSP game console in both hands, his dark circles under his eyes heavy, as if he hadn't slept for ten days and ten nights.

Ji Minghuan raised her eyes, looked at him curiously, and then said aggressively:

"So you're the only one named Mario? Did you pay Nintendo any royalties for that name?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)