Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

Chen Meimei didn't know that the [Sun Never Sets Society] didn't exist at all.

Ji Lan's wisest decision was that he did not reveal the real name of his family's society.

Otherwise, given Chen Meimei's petty nature, she will definitely come to check the water meter on the next full moon night, representing the moon.

Even for an ordinary graduate, an association is a behemoth.

Chen Meimei isn't afraid; he's no ordinary person.

Let's not talk about the evenings. He had Xiaohong on his left, Xiaoshuang on his right, and himself, Xiaohuang, in the middle.

Even during the day, he has Qinghua and Bobo by his side, and there's a perverted clown next door. He's also a top student at school, the only offspring of the Great Witch, and a guest of honor at the Jiang family.

It's not impossible to mess with him in broad daylight, but the cost would be very high.

Chen Meimei did not go straight home.

The blind date we just had only lasted about half an hour.

It's only just past 14:30 PM.

Chen Meimei got off the bus when it passed a stop called [Vehicle Market Station].

He plans to buy a car after his graduation exams so he won't have to spend time on the road every time he goes anywhere.

Chen Meimei is not a tycoon, at least not yet.

Even if he suddenly becomes rich, his mindset won't change much in a short period of time. He won't be possessed by a character from a short drama and go to a car store, buy a car without thinking.

I won't buy anything today, but I can go and take a look first.

He wasn't mistaken; [Vehicle Market Station] really did have a large market for buying and selling matchbox vehicles.

Both new and used cars are available.

Most used cars in this world are not owned by their original owners who wanted to upgrade, but rather because the original owners had encountered various accidents and the vehicles had lost their owners.

Chen Meimei didn't understand the car brands here; there were no car logos she recognized.

The world is a little small. He hadn't been driving alone in the sea of ​​cars for long when he ran into an acquaintance.

His best friend—Shi Lei.

Shi Lei and Chen Meimei had tutoring together; they were like brothers who had shared the same school days, so calling them "old buddies" wouldn't be wrong.

"Chen Meimei!"

"Stone, what are you doing here?"

"My family has a business here, and I often help out here."

Chen Meimei was overjoyed; having acquaintances makes things much easier.

"I want to buy a car for daily commuting. I don't care about appearances; new or used is fine. Any recommendations?"

Shi Lei's family doesn't sell cars; they run a vehicle repair and maintenance business.

Having spent years in repair shops and car markets, Shi Lei is undoubtedly a seasoned expert.

What is your budget?

After thinking for a moment, Chen Meimei decided to use a bottle of magic potion as the unit of measurement.

"Within 18 years."

"Eighteen years is a long time. Even a new car can be bought in that time. Where did you make your fortune, buddy?"

When facing his classmate, Shi Lei directly reached out and tried to punch Chen Meimei's body as a gesture of friendliness.

Chen Meimei dodged.

"Don't touch me. I have something precious in my pocket. If you break it, you'll be crying when you have to pay for it."

"You? Treasure, my foot! Let me see it."

Chen Meimei took out a test tube containing a bright green liquid.

"A magic potion!" Shi Lei's eyes widened. "Quick, put it away! Don't flaunt your wealth."

"Where did you get that potion?"

Chen Meimei glanced at him dismissively: "Everyone at school knows my mom's a witch, so it's surprising I have a magic potion on me?"

Shi Lei was speechless, and he said he hated these second-generation rich kids the most.

Closer to home.

"Chen Meimei, buying a car is easy, the hard part is getting a driver's license."

"Huh? What's so difficult about driving? Isn't it just a matter of having hands?"

"It's not too difficult for us. After all, as long as your [mystery] score is above 0.6, you can be a driver and achieve 'blind driving'."

Chen Meimei suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What do you mean by 'blind driving'?"

"It's about driving without looking at the road. Our vehicles only have a small window at the front, barely enough to see outside, so drivers have to learn to drive with their eyes closed."

Chen Meimei: ......

I was wondering how people in this world could be so civilized. I've never seen anyone jaywalk. Turns out, if you don't follow the rules on the road, you'll die.

How long does it take to get a driver's license?

"At best, six months; at worst..."

Chen Meimei didn't even look at the car and just left.

His mind is now filled with thoughts like: Are there any weirdos in this world who can drive?

back home.

Chen Meimei looked at the porcelain-white beauty expectantly: "Qinghua, Qinghua, you can drive, right?"

Qinghua blinked, her face flushed: "I can't drive, but I can let you drive."

"No, I mean a car, the kind you can actually drive, a car you can use for getting around."

"Oh, no."

Chen Meimei then looked at Bobo.

Looking at the roast chicken topped with a pineapple, he ultimately didn't ask the question, but just sighed in disappointment.

"What do you mean, Chen Meimei? You look down on me? Go ahead and ask."

"BoBo, can you drive?"

"Haha, of course not, how could a roast chicken like me drive? Chen Meimei, you're so silly."

Chen Meimei angrily tore off a roasted chicken wing.

One-Armed Bobo chased after them, shouting, "You have to eat it while it's hot! It's insanely spicy chicken wings!"

In the dead of night, a scarlet blood moon hangs in the sky.

Sixiang City was completely silent.

Suddenly, a huge bell rang out from the church.

Subsequently, alarms sounded throughout the city.

Chen Meimei was half asleep when she was woken up by the alarm.

"What happened?" he asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

I reached for my watch on the bedside table and saw two new messages in a row.

Article 1.

Time: 03:13 PM

Sender: Church (sent to all residents in the city)

Content: Two members of the Misty Church have been spotted in the city. Citizens are advised to keep their doors and windows closed and not to go out until they receive notification that they are free to travel.

Article .

Time: 03:15 PM

Sender: Sixiang City Government (Sent to all residents in the city)

Notice: All citizens, anyone who discovers clues about members of the Mist Church, please report immediately. A substantial reward will be given. This particular Mist Church member is codenamed [Chef], wears a white chef's uniform and hat, and is armed with various types of kitchen knives. They are bloodthirsty and ruthless, and are at least [Mysterious] level 4.

Chen Meimei stared at the two messages for a long time before she finally understood what was going on.

The church and the city hall of Sixiang should each have their own intelligence systems.

The church knew that two members of the Mist Cult had arrived, but they did not know the specifics.

The city hall knew specific details about one of the [chefs], but was unaware of the second cult member.

Analysis complete.

Chen Meimei prepared to continue sleeping.

He's just a student who hasn't graduated yet; he only needs to mind his own business.

Let's leave the task of cracking down on cult members to the bigwigs in the city.

Just as he was thinking that.

There was a knock at the door.

"Strange, who would come looking for me at this hour? This isn't the [No Tomorrow] shrouded in mist."

Under the illumination of the rainbow moon, Chen Meimei, possessing the level 9 [Immortality] of the Little Rainbow version, was not afraid of anything and directly opened the door.

The person knocking on the door was a man dressed in a white chef's uniform and hat, with a row of kitchen knives of varying lengths tucked into his waistband.

The man asked in a deep, hoarse voice, "Does the Joker live here?"

"No, he lives in 1805."

"Young man, judging from your subtle expression, you recognize me, don't you?" It was a question, but stated in a declarative tone.

Chen Meimei nodded: "Yes."

"Thank you for the information, but I regret to inform you that I cannot allow you to go back and report me." [The chef] placed his hand on the hilt of his knife.

The clown's voice came from behind him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't take that broken little knife and make such a stupid attack."