Uneasy daily life

Kazuka Toyohama pondered what kind of person she would like... Gentle, beautiful... uh, maybe handsome? Someone who stands glamorous in the center of the stage, as impressive as an older sister...

Hmm! The more I think about it, the more I feel like I like someone like my older sister?

How strange! So strange!

No, no, no! That must be the wrong answer. It's all Auntie's fault for saying strange things to my sister!

After pondering for a long time, Wei Fengbin and Hua Man finally managed to utter a sentence: "I...I like the person I like!"

After pondering for a while, the playwright asked, "And then?"

"I just like it!" Toyohama Kazuka said matter-of-factly. "What do you mean, 'then'? There's no 'then'!"

"Love arises without knowing its origin, and deepens with time..." the playwright said knowingly, "You like people who are willing to play with you."

Yukinoshita Haruno chimed in, "Yeah, that really suits Kazuha-chan's personality."

Mai Sakurajima smiled and said, "If you like someone like me, that would be troublesome."

Feng Bin and Hua Yi glared at each other: "Who are you calling childish?!"

"Don't think too much, and don't have the heart to worry. In childhood, we can build sandcastles together; in adolescence, we can fight and play; in youth, we can drink and shout; in middle age, we can show off who is young; and in old age, we can still be vain and be laughed at by others." The playwright casually said, "The difficulty is not just the sandstorms of life, but being able to spit out the sand when it's in your mouth—it's not childish to play, but to mistake play for childishness."

Suddenly I feel like this person is very cultured? Is this the Scarlet Troupe's superpowered individual?

The group glanced at Angelina of Aba Aba; compared to her, she didn't seem like a superpowered being.

"That concludes the summary."

The playwright shook the paper with satisfaction: "Based on your descriptions, the person you like is someone who is good at performing, communicating, has certain acting skills, is gentle and good at understanding others, has unique insights into life and enjoys showing them off, is romantic and loves to have fun."

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "To correct you, I don't like it."

Yukinoshita nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, and there's also the 'scumbag' label."

Mai Sakurajima smiled and said, "It's more accurate to say that he's good at disguising himself; no one's impression of him matches his true nature."

Feng Bin and Hua couldn't add anything, but they felt they couldn't fall behind. Their eyes flashed, and they tried a different approach: "Angelina probably likes that bastard the most, right?! We just find it a little strange that Angelina even went to the hospital to see a neurologist!"

"what?"

Angelina snapped out of her daze and asked blankly, "What are you talking about? Who do I like?"

The playwright summarized: "You say you like scumbags, the more scumbag the better, you even end up in the hospital because of it."

"I don't like scumbags at all!" Angelina retorted angrily, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu.

“Based on your performance, you are the most unique one, so the key to breaking the deadlock should be you.” The playwright handed over the paper in his hand. “Take a look at the description on it; maybe it can cure your mental illness.”

"I'm not mentally ill!"

Angelina took the paper and yelled frantically, "The fortune teller must have done something! Otherwise, why do I keep falling into that strange state after he died? I suspect he's not really dead..."

“It’s possible he really is dead,” the playwright said nonchalantly. “The commander sent me here to collect his body. The body is indeed his. He’s the kind of guy who likes to prove prophecies by doing things himself. If he says he’ll die at forty, there’s a good chance he’ll die at forty. It’s not surprising.”

"I don't believe it." Angelina looked suspicious. "He must have superpowers too, right? Is he a reincarnation?"

The playwright lamented, "Sometimes innate superpowers are also innate obstacles, as if one's life is sealed by exceptional talent... If prophecy and divination are his superpowers, then he is doomed; if not, it means he has pursued his passions from beginning to end, so it doesn't matter. You still need to hone your skills more before you can meet the standards of a full member."

No way!

Angelina muttered a few words to herself and looked down at the character descriptions on the paper.

First of all, he's a womanizing scumbag.

then……

Romantic, playful, with strong performing and communicative abilities, gentle, and possessing a unique sense of self...

Suspected member of the Scarlet Theatre Troupe.

The kind with code names.

Angelina frowned.

Such a person?

It feels so vague and abstract. I really, really want to complain, but something is blocking my way, preventing me from saying it.

"Speaking of which, what is Growth A? This should be the key to finding that person," the playwright asked the group.

The group was clearly clueless, and the growth of A seemed utterly haphazard.

"I don't know." Toyohama Kazuka took out her phone. "Let me check... manga? There's something called a Stand in this manga, and Growth A is a Stand attribute."

"Superpowers from manga?" Yukino Yukinoshita hesitated. "That has nothing to do with reality, does it?"

"Anyway, superpowers are all weird and strange, let me see..."

Kazuha Toyohama flipped through the settings with great interest: "There are quite a few Stands with Growth A, like Star Platinum, Red Hot Chili Pepper..."

She muttered a long list of names.

Angelina frowned and subconsciously asked, "Where's the Assassin Queen?"

"Killer Queen?" Feng Bin and Hua scratched their heads, scrolling through their phones. "I didn't see anything about Killer Queen. Is there a Stand called Killer Queen in this manga?"

"There should be...right?"

Angelina frowned, her expression gradually becoming confused. Assassin Queen? Growth A?

"Hmm... I searched again, but it doesn't seem to be there."

No? No, I think there is... Does anyone have Killer Queen... What is Killer Queen?

Angelina: (ˉ﹃ˉ).

"It seems we've found some clues." Yukino Yukinoshita frowned. "Anshinin-san has become like this again..."

Angelina suddenly collapsed onto the bed.

"Huh? It's lit up!"

"It's not just bright, it's glowing."

"Isn't that the same thing...?"

Chapter 104 That Day...

"The alley next to the movie theater..."

Angelina, holding a Coke in one hand and popcorn and potato chips in the other, muttered to herself as she walked out of the movie theater, looking around. She soon spotted an alleyway that matched the description, sandwiched between two buildings, looking like a dead end.

This must be what they're talking about, right?

Angelina sighed, clenched her fists, and with her extensive experience dealing with members of the Scarlet Troupe, she was prepared to hang someone on the wall at the slightest provocation.

Criticism through venting is ultimately less effective than criticism through superpowers!

Angelina walked to the alley entrance in a relaxed and cheerful mood, and still peeked inside for a moment.

The fortune teller's back was standing in the alley.

Hmm... the alley is a dead end. Looking around, there are no security cameras. The walls on both sides are just simple side walls, without any windows or anything like that. Even just standing at the entrance of the alley feels very quiet. It's a really nice place... ugh! It's a place that makes you feel safe!

It doesn't seem to be a problem.

Angelina stepped inside, but before she could speak, a voice rang out.

"You came."

“I’m here…” Angelina said speechlessly, “Didn’t you call me here? What’s up? Just say it, be simple and direct, or I’ll hang you on the wall.”

The fortune teller turned around and smiled, then his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Wow.

Angelina remained expressionless, even taking a sip of her cola, muttering to herself, "Looks like hanging it on the wall isn't enough? Theoretically, if the operation is precise enough, I should be able to make someone perform corresponding actions like a puppeteer, right? Like eating fries with their nose or something..."

The fortune teller remained motionless.

"And you have to dip the fries in chili powder!"

The fortune teller remained motionless.

Angelina sighed, glancing at the fortune teller, then walked over, squatted down, and poked him: "Stop playing dead, get up! You don't want to perform eating fries with your nose in public, do you?"

The fortune teller remained motionless.

Angelina subconsciously imitated how she checked the deceased's condition in TV dramas, reaching out to check their breath, then froze, before carefully placing her hand on their chest.

hiss--?!

[Scumbag Eats My Heavenly Star: Sir! The fortune teller has turned into a corpse!]

[Bai Buliang Bai Ying: Did you do this?]

[Scumbag Eats My Earth-Exploding Star: No way! Come here! Hurry up! If someone finds out, I won't be able to explain!]

[Bai Buliang Baiying: Coming, coming.]

[Scumbag Eats My Exploding Star: The situation is critical, so don't talk about my speaking habits—hehe!]

Angelina was completely bewildered; her entire body, from her toes to her hair, was numb. She never expected such a move!

But it doesn't matter! Modern criminal investigation techniques...

She subconsciously looked around. The alley was a dead end with no security cameras. The walls on both sides were just simple side walls with no windows or anything like that. The chances of a witness were extremely slim... What a perfect place to frame someone!

Looking at the corpse on the ground, I couldn't help but take a sip of cola to calm my nerves.

So... is the fortune teller dead or not?

I was careless! Criticism of superpowers can't keep up with the labyrinthine brains of the mentally unstable!

Angelina kept glancing towards the alley entrance, worried that a passerby might accidentally walk in...

somebody is coming? !

"I didn't do it—"

Angelina spoke first, then, realizing it was someone she knew, her panic subsided: "Sir! You've finally arrived—quick, quick! Come and see if there's any hope!"

"What kind of behavior is this, all this panic?" The white-clad figure walked over slowly, hands behind his back. "As my subordinate, you should try hanging him on the wall to see if he can still jump around. If he can, then stuff him inside the wall..."

Angelina rolled her eyes dramatically: "Sir! The person is dead! It's not like you're the one in this situation, so is the fortune teller dead or not?!"

"How do I know if he's dead or not? He said he'd die at forty."

Bai Ying shook his head, not entirely satisfied: "If it were me, I'd immediately take his body to the police station for a free meal. If they don't clear my name, I'll stay! But why did that guy have to die in front of you? Dying under popcorn, even as a ghost, he'd be romantic?"

Angelina skillfully adopted a deadpan expression, too lazy to even comment on the other party's bizarre ideas. In her desperation, she reached out and grabbed Bai Ying's hand, wanting him to quickly check whether the diviner was dead or alive and how to deal with this cunning corpse.

"To be honest, I'm not very confident when it comes to dissecting corpses, but I'm extremely motivated..."

The white-clad figure was staring at the fortune teller's corpse, speaking as usual, when suddenly a strange sound escaped from his throat: "HE—"

"Alas!"

Angelina made a disgusted sound, and her hand, which hadn't even touched the object, trembled and withdrew in a flash, just missing a large, pinkish-purple hand that suddenly grabbed her, the texture of which was like both metal and plastic.

what?

The moment a question mark appeared above Angelina's head, she saw that hand suddenly grab her. The Assassin Queen abruptly leaped from the white figure, raising her hand to grab her. The blood-red cat eyes were emotionless, possessing a strange beauty.

Killer Queen? What's that white shadow doing?

Sir... huh? Why is the lord backing away? And he's even pulled out a hidden sword...

In that instant, the assassin queen, who was about to touch Angelina, turned back at an extremely fast speed and attacked the white figure.

"?!"

Angelina suddenly realized what was happening, raised her hand, and reached out with her fingers to grab at the assassin queen's back: "You—stop right now!"

An invisible force, like a mountain, pressed down evenly and heavily on the Killer Queen.

Click——!

The ground cracked and spread, and the Killer Queen knelt on one knee, trembling as she resisted the pressure.

Bai Ying also maintained the same kneeling posture. The sword she had drawn accidentally pierced her chest a little due to the sudden pressure on her body, and a dark bloodstain spread on her shirt.

"Huh?" Angelina was stunned for a moment, then said in a panic, "Hey? White Shadow! I didn't press down on you..."

"You definitely haven't read 'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond Is Unbreakable,' don't you know that Stands and their users can be damaged simultaneously?" the white figure retorted. "Keep the pressure on, don't get distracted, I'm not going to accidentally stab myself to death!"