Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

Chen Meimei sat on the sofa, her mind racing as she tried to recall everything that had happened.

He came into this world in this room, so he had always subconsciously thought this was his home.

Looking back now, there were so many suspicious points, but he had always ignored them.

Old Li, who runs the fruit stall downstairs, doesn't recognize him;

The Jin family on the second floor did not recognize him;

The clown in apartment 1805 on the same floor didn't recognize him either;

If he has lived here for many years, how come no one here has ever seen him?

and also.

I looked in the closet in the room the first time I felt cold that night, but his clothes weren't there.

Chen Miaomiao said that the Mulou Tea House where they went on a blind date was very close to her home, but he didn't think it was close at the time, since it would take 8 stops to get to [Leyuan Station]. It turns out that it was closer to Leyuan Building 1803.

The bodyguard [King Kong] sent by squad leader Yue Junyang couldn't find him near his home. Of course he couldn't find him, because [King Kong] went to a different address!

So, where am I, and why did I wake up here?

Why did Chen Miaomiao's cross-city express delivery end up at this address?

Why would the female assassin Ashes try to assassinate her here?

Chen Meimei's mind was a complete mess.

Fortunately, we now have a think tank at home.

Previously, only Qinghua could offer advice, while Bobo was simple-minded, so there was only one strategist and no team.

Now, with the addition of new members in a cycle, the strategy team has finally grown to two members, and different opinions can be heard.

The relatives are absolutely trustworthy, and Chen Meimei trusts them just as they completely trust Chen Meimei.

Since the cycle had just been introduced, everyone reviewed the previous situation again.

Qinghua: "Why don't we go and meet up with your advisor first? It would be troublesome for the school to register your death, and we could also visit your real home; we might find something new."

The loop continues: "You are the recipient of the cross-city express delivery. You should be able to check the status of this order with the courier company to see if the sender is Chen Miaomiao and whether the delivery address has been changed."

You can also check with the relevant municipal registration authority to see who owns the house.

Chen Meimei was overjoyed.

Having a think tank makes all the difference.

He was still completely confused, but these two generals provided him with two ideas.

"Furthermore," Huanhuan continued, "you all seem unaware that there's poison in that half-full glass of water on Chen Meimei's bedside table?"

"Half a glass of water?" Chen Meimei remembered the glass on the bedside table that he had never touched.

"Poisonous?" Qinghua felt a chill run down her spine, realizing she hadn't completely eliminated the danger around Chen Meimei.

"How do you know it's poisonous?" Bobo asked, eager to join the think tank and assert her presence.

"I have [mysterious] level medical skills. I can tell at a glance whether something is poisonous, and it's a kind of poison that can be fatal even in a tiny amount."

Chen Meimei nodded repeatedly.

The benefits of having a healthcare professional in the family become immediately apparent.

"So a new question arises: if an assassin has already been sent, why poison them instead? Was it a double precaution, or are there two opposing forces at work?"

"Let's go check out room 1803 in the Paradise Building first. I have to go to the school later. That little girl teacher insists on seeing me in person before she'll change my death status."

Just as Chen Meimei was about to leave.

The watch received a new message.

Time: 13:00

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

Message: Attention all citizens, Sixiang City is facing a major crisis. Over the next three weeks, fog will randomly appear within the city. The entire city's fighting force has been mobilized to maintain stability. There is no need to panic excessively.

From this moment until three weeks later, work and school will be suspended, traffic will be restricted, the entire city will be under martial law, and no one may enter or leave the city gates without a valid reason. Temporary distribution points for supplies will be set up near each building, and residents can go there to collect their supplies when it is relatively safe to do so.

Chen Meimei: ......

"Well, now it'll be difficult to go out. The buses might even be shut down."

The opposing view was: "No, hurry up and get out now. The city hall's message has only just been released. People who went out this morning will need public transportation even if they go home immediately."

Moreover, such a significant and sudden event cannot bring the entire city to an instant halt; a buffer period is definitely needed.

"Cycle, you're not like a nurse, you're like a strategist."

Chen Meimei, wearing a woolen trouser to conceal her appearance, and carrying Bobo and Qinghua on her back, went out the door.

There were still buses available.

40 minutes later, we arrived at the amusement park building.

Now that Chen Meimei is rich, she wants to take a taxi, but there aren't any here. Besides private cars, there are only buses and special vehicles.

Special vehicles refer to vehicles used by municipal vehicles, school buses, and other institutions.

Chen Meimei doesn't have a key to room 1803 here.

He approached the building manager.

There's no reason why a bodyguard who's registered can open the door, but a homeowner like him can't.

The building manager's office, which also serves as the storefront, is always located on the first floor of the building.

The administrator was a middle-aged man with a thick beard.

When Chen Meimei found him, he was praying.

Building managers are not positions that anyone can hold; they are usually either municipal staff or members of the Sun and Moon Church.

This man must be from the church.

"Are you the resident of room 1803? Let me check."

"Huh? Uncle Administrator, you don't recognize me? You've never seen me before?" Chen Meimei frowned.

"Ah, yes, my surname is Qin. I was just transferred here today, so I don't know any of you residents."

"Uncle Qin, where did the previous administrator go?"

"He died. He tragically perished yesterday."

Chen Meimei and Huanxu exchanged a glance.

How could it be such a coincidence? They originally wanted to find the building manager and ask him about the situation when [King Kong] went upstairs, but the manager died as soon as he arrived?

The new administrator was clearly unfamiliar with the procedures and was a novice; he had been fiddling with things for a long time.

"Found it. Your name is Chen Meimei, right? The landlord is your mother, Chen Miaomiao. Okay, fill out this application form and register it."

He interjected, "Who can see this registration and filing?"

Uncle Qin chuckled and said, "Besides the administrator, you can only find it in the municipal or church's records management department."

The question then looped on: "It's understandable that the municipal government can access the records, but why can the church access them too?"

When she's not acting crazy, she's definitely a stunning beauty, and Uncle Qin seems quite willing to talk to her.

"You're right. This is related to the administrator's background. The church has the privilege of freely collecting intelligence in all cities. If someone is from a church background, they will habitually bring various materials back to the church for information collection, which is legal."

"Was the previous administrator a church member?"

"No, he's a municipal worker. Okay, the forms are all filled out, I'll take you upstairs."

Room 1803.

Uncle Qin opened the door.

It's also a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, but it's larger and has a completely different layout.

The place has a strong sense of everyday life; the kitchen is fully equipped with pots, pans, and dishes, and there's even a smelly sock on the sofa.

Chen Meimei entered the two bedrooms one after the other.

One of the wardrobes contained a lot of men's clothing, while the other was completely empty.

"Uncle Qin, can I leave the room key with you?"

"If you insist, fine. There's only one backup key. You were supposed to submit a new backup key to me within three days, but now the whole city is under martial law, so I doubt you'll have time to make a duplicate."

"Thank you, sir."

"But let me make this clear: if you need anything again, don't bother me, hehe, because it won't do you any good."

Uncle Qin left alone.

Chen Meimei sat in the hall, having no recollection of this place.

"I don't like this room. I still prefer the one I stayed in before," Chen Meimei said.

"Me too." *3

Blue and white porcelain, pineapple, and circular patterns all evoke the same feeling.

It's not that the house is bad, but rather that the painting on the center of the roof of each room is not the moon, but the sun.

"Then...shall we move back in?"

"Okay!" *3

Chen Meimei's watch has sent another message.

It was the kindergarten teacher urging him to go to school quickly.

Half an hour later.

school.

The wind chimes were groped all over Chen Meimei, tapping and touching them incessantly.

"You're really still alive!"

"Teacher, what are you saying? So you still didn't listen to my message?"

"Nonsense, you practically have a scammer written all over your face. You said you were at home, we went to your house, and then you said you were somewhere else? Are you kidding me?"

The situation was too complicated, and Chen Meimei didn't know how to explain it to Fengling.

"Oh, don't even mention it. I even lost my house key. I just got a backup from the building manager and opened the door."

"The administrator, is that the old man who likes to sit at the door and leer at people?" Fengling looked disdainful, clearly having been reminded of some unpleasant memories.

"No, it's a new administrator, a middle-aged man."

"Finally a change of personnel? Good thing. When I went to your house just now, that old man was trying to get on my good side. Humph, that old guy is always the same when I visit your home every year."

Chen Meimei turned her head stiffly and asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Teacher, do you mean that when you went there just now, the administrator was still the same old man? He was still alive and spoke to you?"

"Chen Meimei, are you suspecting I have amnesia? It's only been a little over an hour, how could I possibly forget? Liu Bo was there too, go ask him."

After a few seconds of silence, Chen Meimei spoke again: "That lecherous old man you mentioned is probably already dead."

Wind Chime frowned: "Just died? Who killed him?"

"A bearded middle-aged man who claimed to be the new administrator."

How did you know?

"Because when I went there, I must have just run into him before he had a chance to leave."