Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

The loop was exposed.

It's still in the very heart of the church.

She knew she couldn't leave.

In this world, when strange occurrences happen within the city, the attitudes of various major powers are drastically different.

The rulers of each city primarily focused on defense and expulsion, mainly to maintain the stability of the city.

The societies would assess the strange power and whether it had any material value, and then decide whether to take action.

The Church of the Sun and Moon has the toughest stance, primarily focusing on killing. They consider any strange creatures that enter the city outside of [No Tomorrow] as heretics and will eliminate them as quickly as possible. Witches from before the Seventh Era were once hunted down by them all over the world.

Of course, to be tough, you need to have the strength. The church in Sixiang City is not that strong; it is considered relatively mild among churches.

Father Jing waved his hand, and the crystal ball slowly flew back to him.

"This strange lady, if you really want to join the church, you can register first. I need to specially register you as the first strange instructor in the entire church."

"Oh? I thought you would just pull out your weapon."

"This is the Eighth Age, the Age of the Moon. Madam, you are a devout follower of the Moon. What the Moon approves of is what our Moon Church accepts and welcomes."

"Your subtle expression suggests you deliberately omitted the Church of the Sun's stance."

"We were originally two churches."

"Then I look forward to your good news." He turned and left.

Until she left the church.

The alarm didn't ring, the attackers didn't appear, and she successfully left the church.

He glanced back at the church, his face cold.

"This is bad; this Father Jing is not a simple man."

This cycle didn't go anywhere in the city; she went straight out of the city, walked a very, very long way, and then died in a deserted place.

She has been exposed. This infiltration of the church ended in failure the moment she was exposed. She needs to send the message back, but at the same time, she cannot let her trail reach Chen Meimei.

She had fought countless fierce battles with herself and had an exceptionally keen sense of human nature.

If that Father Well immediately jumped up and shouted for a fight, it would be easier to handle; the more agreeable he seems, the more dangerous he is.

It was clear that the priest had seen through her identity and realized that she could control her passive ability and move freely among the crowds in the city.

The next step would certainly lead to the deduction that she belongs to a new Mist Monster race from the Eighth Era.

The appearance of such a race in Sixiang City, especially in a city whose core has been destroyed, would be explosive news, attracting the attention of countless forces.

There are plenty of smart people in the world, and countless inexplicable "mysteries" also emerge. If one is not careful, and the still weak Chen Meimei is found out, then one will be in a very passive position.

Inside the church.

Father Jing looked at the crystal ball, whose yellow color had not completely faded after a long time.

The receptionist knocked again and came in.

"Bishop, that lady has already left."

"Okay, then it's alright."

This person who received the guest was not an ordinary member of the church; he was a close confidant of Father Jing, his personal "secretary."

"Bishop, did that lady successfully join us?"

"No, her faith wasn't pure enough."

"That's a real shame. By the way, Bishop, what about the recycling?"

"There's no need to go anymore."

"OK."

In the church's visit record, Father Jing described the interview as "a normal reception, nothing unusual".

Chen Meimei was very unhappy when she received the news at home.

For a loop, this is just one of countless loops.

To him, it felt like someone close to him had died once, and he disliked this way of delivering messages.

Chen Meimei sat down at her desk in the bedroom and began to plan:

"For the next weirdo, I need to find one that is specifically designed for sexual ability. Currently, I lack three types of weirdos around me."

The first type is remote communication capability. With more and more strange things around us, when we are scattered, there will definitely be a need for information exchange and intelligence transmission.

The second type is spatial storage capacity. Currently, when going out, I can only carry blue and white porcelain and pure water. It is not very convenient to squeeze the pineapple into the bag. The cycle basically cannot be carried together. It is difficult to carry all the large luggage and mysterious items on my body.

The third type is a strange creature that's warm, soft, has no thorns, and can warm the bed. It's a bit cold during frosty moonlit nights, and I've wanted to find one like that for a long time.

A short while later, another message came in.

Time: 17:05 PM

Sender: tide

Content: Are you free tonight? There's a trade fair at the market, open only to the Mysterious Ones. Shall we go check it out?

Chen Meimei reluctantly declined, as he had already accepted his teacher's wife Cassan's invitation.

After dinner, Chen Meimei went to Fuxiao's house.

He saw Cassandra every time he came here, and he felt that this place could also be called Cassandra's home.

"Meme is here so early. Please have a seat. The market fair doesn't start until 20 p.m."

At dawn, apart from his eyes, his body had fully recovered and he no longer needed to stay in bed all day.

At this moment, she was raising both hands, playing a game of "cat's cradle" with herself.

The rope is a guy rope, which is said to train fine control over strength.

Chen Meimei went over and tried to imitate him, using the moonlight to create a light silk rope in his hand. Unfortunately, he was a bit clumsy, and after only a couple of tries, the rope got tangled in a knot.

Chen Meimei is very cunning. When she encounters a dead knot, she transforms the silk rope into moonlight and then re-solidifies it. In this way, the dead knot disappears and a brand new situation is created.

He was very proud of this, thinking himself a genius with skillful hands.

Fortunately, Dawn couldn't see his sophisticated maneuvers, otherwise he might have been infuriated by this disciple who was good at taking shortcuts.

Cassandra, the "critical dancer," always dresses in a sexy way, with her slender waist always on full display.

Chen Meimei asked curiously, "Master's wife, it's fine tonight because of the Rainbow Moon, but I remember you dressed so lightly even during the Frost Moon. Aren't you cold?"

Cassan laughed so hard she nearly fell over.

"I don't have any [mysterious] resistance to the cold, of course I'm cold. But, my abilities require dance to activate at any time, so I have to endure the cold."

Chen Meimei hasn't given up: "I don't understand. You can dress a little warmer when you're dancing, right? Not all dances are belly dancing."

"My dance demands a high degree of precision. The critical point is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back. The slightest carelessness will lead to deviations. Therefore, fixed costumes are beneficial to my performance. There are only two nights of Frosty Moon each week, so I can just bear with it."

At 19:40 p.m., Chen Meimei and Cassan set off.

The market was the same night market he had visited before graduating.

"Wow, Meimei, you really have two sedan chairs!"

During this period, Chen Meimei parked a sedan chair downstairs at Fuxiao Building for an extended period, making it their daily mode of transportation.

"Yes, I think I mentioned it to my teacher's wife before."

"I thought you were saying that on purpose."

"Oh, no, it really exists. How is it? Is it convenient to use?"

"This is amazing! This sedan chair can understand what Dawn and I are saying. We just need to tell it where we want to go, and we don't have to worry about anything else. It's fast and stable. Meow, with such a mysterious item, what kind of side effects did you suffer? It must have been quite severe, right?"

"Side effects? Oh, yes, there are some, but don't worry, they're practically nonexistent for me. They're just some shadowy figures, but I can just shine moonlight on them and everything will be fine."

"You're not lying to me?"

"real."

"That's really great, you've hit the jackpot!"

"Who can argue with that?"

The two chatted as they walked in the sedan chair, and soon arrived at the market.

The two put on the [Garden of the Silver Moon] brooches and entered the trade fair.