Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

The chef followed the clown.

Chen Meimei closed the door.

He did not report it.

Currently, he is still unaware of what the Mist Church is or what bad things it has done.

More importantly, if you report it now, the Joker is finished too.

Chen Meimei considers the clown her employee and wouldn't cut off her own arm.

Before he could fall asleep again, the knocking on the door started again.

The visitor is a clown.

"Can't a person get any sleep?" Chen Meimei sat on the sofa, with Qinghua standing behind him, massaging his temples.

The Joker wasn't one for idle chatter: "The Church of the Mist is about to take action."

"What does this have to do with me?"

The clown thought for a moment: "It's related. They're planning to sneak into the school's graduation exams and wreak havoc inside."

Chen Meimei opened her half-closed eyes and waved her hand.

Qinghua stopped what she was doing and sat down next to him.

"How dare they cause trouble knowing that I, Chen Meimei, am taking this year's exam."

"No, they don't know you. They just want to kill all the graduating students in this year's class."

"What is their purpose?"

"The Church of the Mist worships the mist and pursues disorder and chaos. Most of the time, what they do is harmful to others and themselves, or harmful to both others and themselves."

The aim this time is to weaken the new generation of power in Sixiang City, in preparation for the upcoming racial war of the new era.

Chen Meimei nodded, now it made sense: "Chaos and disorder, how come it feels like it's really in line with you?"

"I used to be a member of the Church of the Mist, and I was in charge of Sixiang City. They came to me this time because they want to use my power."

"You agree?"

"I was somewhat interested, but then I remembered that you also have to take the exam, so I declined."

The clown knew very well that going up against an unknown, absolutely high-ranking individual like Chen Meimei was not just looking for a thrill, it was courting death.

He's just crazy, not stupid.

"By the way, why did you leave the Church of the Mist?"

"The Church of the Mist operates in pairs, working as a team. My partner was too boring, so I killed him."

Damn, so heartless.

However, upon closer reflection, being in a group with the Joker is indeed an extremely high-risk situation.

"Who is this [chef's] partner?"

"I don't know. People in the church know my hobby, so it's unlikely that two people would come to see me at the same time."

Chen Meimei understood that it wasn't that they "couldn't," but rather that they "didn't dare." If both of them came, the clown might impulsively kill them both. If only one came and was killed, at least someone could report it.

"I came here to remind you that you won't be able to wait until the day of the exam. Starting tomorrow, the chef will probably come looking for you again. He won't be coming today. I broke his leg when he left, and he should be looking for a place to stop the bleeding now."

"Why are you still looking for me? If you wanted to report him, you would have reported him eight hundred times over after half the night."

"The person in the shadows is always particularly intolerant of any extra informants, and I guarantee he will target you, the witness, again."

Chen Meimei stood up to see the guest off: "Alright, I welcome his visit."

The clown left.

Chen Meimei immediately jumped onto the bed, wrapped herself in the small blanket, and shivered.

This world is terrifying, with natural disasters like the fog and man-made calamities like the [chef].

It's not a problem if they come looking for us at night, but if we get caught during the day, we're finished.

This [Chef] managed to escape the clown's clutches; even if [Mystery] isn't level 5, he's at least a top-tier level 4.

If you have that kind of ability, you'd be able to find food anywhere, yet you insist on harming others without benefiting yourself, becoming a rat in the sewers.

Chen Meimei has decided that starting tomorrow, she will never be without Qinghua and Bobo.

The silver sun rose, and a new day began.

Chen Meimei's only activity today is to go to the night market to shop at 20 PM.

An old man wearing a chef's hat was lying in wait for him in the outside world, so he decided to stay home all day and go out at night.

At noon, someone knocked on the door.

Chen Meimei knew that Lao Deng had arrived.

A door can hold back the fog, but it can't stop someone who plays the mystery game.

He concealed the blue-and-white porcelain as a pendant on his chest, so that he could protect the emperor at any time.

Make Bobo suppress its aroma, lie on the table disguised as an ordinary roast chicken, and wait for him to smash the cup as a signal.

The chef was very polite when they met again.

He even brought a small box as a gift when he visited.

"Hello, I was in a hurry last night and didn't get a chance to thank you for guiding me to find my friend. I've come all this way to express my gratitude."

Chen Meimei looked at his lower body: "Your legs are healed so quickly?"

The chef's smile tightened.

It's like they're rubbing salt in the wound; he paid a heavy price last night to recover his leg.

"Unbelievably, that utterly insane clown actually made friends with his neighbor."

"Oh? How did you know he and I are friends?"

"At first, he stopped me from taking action, but then he told you about my broken leg. This is completely different from the Joker we know."

Chen Meimei let the person in: "People change, even clowns are people."

As a chef, the first thing I see when I walk in is the pineapple roasted chicken on the table.

Did I interrupt your lunch?

"No, I've already eaten; that was dinner."

"A roast chicken that's roasted to perfection will lose most of its deliciousness if left out until the afternoon."

"I suggest you don't say that, it will be unhappy. You should say that it will taste just as good no matter how long it's left."

The chef did not sit down on the sofa.

He opened the gift box he had brought, which contained all sorts of kitchen utensils.

"Since you're the clown's friend, I'll slightly modify the plan. I heard you're also a soon-to-be graduate; could you cooperate with us for a small event?"

The chef seems to have changed his purpose at the last minute, from killing someone to inviting Chen Meimei to be his inside man.

"Not interested," Chen Meimei refused.

"What a regrettable choice."

The chef sighed.

He took out his beloved kitchen utensils one by one from the box.

"As a guest, I can't come empty-handed. Let me cook you a meal. But I need some ingredients, so I'll have to borrow some from you."

"What ingredients are you referring to?"

"How about the vibrant body of a young, soon-to-be graduate?"

Chen Meimei's welcoming smile vanished: "So, you've eaten people?"

The chef smiled but did not answer.

The verbal conversation ends here.

Next, we'll have a hands-on "conversation".

A sharp kitchen knife slashed towards Chen Meimei's throat, just like when slaughtering poultry, one must first cut its throat to bleed it out.

Halfway through the process, the chef realized something was wrong.

The kitchen knife was an extension of his hand, and he knew its weight perfectly. But suddenly, he felt that the knife in his hand, though still in the same shape, was more than three times lighter.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the steel kitchen knife in my hand had turned into a porcelain knife.

The chef did not stop halfway through.

Even a porcelain knife, with its sharp blade, can still cut through human flesh.

A slender, white jade arm appeared and blocked the porcelain knife.

Qinghua jumped off Chen Meimei's neck.

Right under the chef's nose, a spectacular porcelain doll appeared.

"Strange! White Porcelain Lady!" The chef instantly recognized the blue and white porcelain and jumped back to create distance.