20 Chapter 20

Baili Bian was sent into the house.

The furnishings in the room were really simple, just a table, two chairs, and nothing else.

There are no windows, no clocks. The changing time outside is like an unfathomable puzzle to those inside.

Baili Bian, who was alone in the room, looked around. Such a classic configuration made him even wonder if he had accidentally picked up something incredible a few days ago.

Just kidding, he never picks up people of unknown origin and takes them home.

Then the next person who will push the door open will definitely not be the one to ask him to give up his delusion of climbing up the social ladder, or to simply give him 5 million and let him go.

One minute, two minutes. Since there was no clock, Bailibian could only count slowly by himself. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Bailibian still didn't see the person who invited him.

Baili Bian began to wonder whether the monarchy had been restored so that they could establish authority over a prince like him who was living in exile.

Daydreaming is undoubtedly the best way to kill time. When Bailibian began to imagine that he was actually the child left behind by the Dark God Gunala and the Queen of Magic Fairy Castle, the housekeeper who was responsible for setting rules for him was also ready.

The man was wearing a fairly standard suit, and as soon as he entered, Bailibian could smell the strong smell of work. Although he wasn't as good as the former Dazai Osamu, he was clearly a true office worker.

"Bai Libian, 19 years old, appeared in Radium Street 5 years ago. After completing his identity registration, he has been studying at Yokohama High School and completed the entrance examination two days ago."

Bailibian listened quietly to the other party recounting his experiences in Yokohama over the years in an official tone, even mentioning things like how he liked to feed stray cats on the street corner every afternoon after school. The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. It didn't seem like he was asking him to apply for a new ID card.

"...Are the special abilities you registered in the file true?"

"true."

"So what's the name of your ability?"

"Uh, speak properly."

The office worker sitting across from him raised his head in dissatisfaction and looked seriously at the listless Baili Bian. "Mr. Baili, please cooperate with our work."

"I'm sorry, I haven't eaten all day, so my hearing might not be very good. Could you please restate your question?"

This is true. Bailibian slept in so long that he didn't even have time to eat breakfast or lunch.

"As long as you are willing to cooperate with our work, I believe you will return soon." This reason obviously failed to impress the other party, and he continued with that businesslike tone, "What is the name of your ability?"

"Speak nicely."

The other party was stunned for a few seconds, then asked Bailibian again, "Your ability is called 'Speak Well'?"

Baili Bian nodded affirmatively.

After answering the last question, the office worker finished his work, but Bailibian was still left in the room.

This room shouldn't be used exclusively for interrogating prisoners. Bailibian moved his chair and then adjusted it to face the door.

He and Dazai Osamu had learned a thing or two about picking locks.

But before Bailibian could get up, the door was opened.

Feeling the dazzling light, Baili Bian realized that the light inside and outside the house was different. It seemed that this house was not as simple as he had imagined. At least when he entered the house, he did not feel any difference in the light inside and outside.

Although it is not impossible to see the visitor's appearance, this way of appearance can indeed bring a certain sense of tension to the people in the house.

Could it be used for negotiation?

The man had white hair and a long scar on his face, but his voice was remarkably loud. "I'm truly sorry, Baili. I found your abilities quite interesting a few days ago, and I also discovered that your file was incomplete, so I sent Tiaoye and the others to look for you. I didn't expect that while I was away, you'd been locked up here for so long."

"What's there to apologize for? Captain, you're so busy. Meeting you is the lifelong dream of so many people! This kid has such luck, he deserves to suffer a little. If it were me, I'd be willing to be cut into pieces just to see you!"

Baili Bian then realized that there was a little girl who looked only in her teens following the other person.

Without any introduction from the other party, Baili Bian had already found out the identity of the visitor from the little girl's endless flattery - Fudi Yingchi, a war hero known as a living legend.

Bailibian slowly stood up and walked out of the house. The red-haired girl didn't stop flattering them until he reached the two of them. Although their looks and ways of interacting were completely different, the age difference reminded Bailibian of Sen Ouwai and Alice.

Sensing Baili Bian approaching, Fudi Yingchi interrupted Ogura Yezi, "Alright, Yezi. No matter what, this is all due to my inconsideration." He laughed heartily, then turned to Baili Bian and said, "Actually, I came to you because I want to know whether the range of control of your supernatural power includes yourself."

"include."

Baili Bian didn't believe Fudi Yingchi's claim of being inconsiderate. He preferred to believe it was a warning. After all, a captain in such a high position couldn't possibly be so ignorant of his subordinates. When he chose to assign the task to his subordinate, he must have considered what would happen to Baili Bian.

The wives of wealthy families in City A often used similar tactics on their sons' girlfriends. However, the treatment they offered was actually better, at least they would book them in five-star hotels, where the mere sight of the buildings would intimidate the girls and make them think, "Is being rich enough to make you great?"

Even so, Bailibian still didn't want to confront the other party unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Is that so? That's such a pity. I was thinking that since you are the owner of supernatural powers, there should be some exceptions. In this case, I can invite you to join the hounds." Fudi Yingchi showed an expression of regret without concealing it.

Before Bailibian could speak, Okura Yezi couldn't wait to say, "Don't feel bad for this guy, Captain. He'll be the one who regrets it for the rest of his life if he loses your invitation."

"Ye Zi, that's so disrespectful!" Fudi Yingchi scolded Okura Ye Zi mercilessly, "Even if it's just for negotiation, Baili's supernatural power can be said to be one in a million." He turned his head, looked at the calm Baili Bian, and said expectantly: "Why not join the Supernatural Special Agent Department? Baili will definitely be of great help!"

"What! The captain is so optimistic about him!" Okura Yezi turned his head and looked at the ordinary Baili Bian in front of him in disbelief, and said indignantly: "You kid, if you dare to disappoint the captain's expectations, I will turn you into a vase!"

This plot felt so familiar. Looking at the two people before him, who seemed to have already decided on their own destiny, Bailibian couldn't help but recall his time as a student in City A. Whenever a transfer student or a student from a poor background appeared, he would often hear these words: "It's your honor to be favored by Prince XX! How dare you disappoint him! I won't let you go!"

"I won't join the Special Ability Agent Department." The people around him echoed each other, and Bailibian frowned when he heard it. He felt a little hungry.

"You ungrateful fellow!" Okura Yezi would not allow anyone to defy the captain in front of her. Before she could continue her threats, Fukudi Yingchi said quickly, "Alright, alright, Yezi, don't be so excited. Maybe Baili is saying this because he doesn't know much about the Special Ability Agent Department. Let someone introduce it to him. You just finished your mission, go back and rest."

Okura Yezi was easily sent away, and the person who was called to introduce the Special Ability Agent Department to Bailibian was still the office worker.

However, even if it was extra overtime, the other party did not show the slightest reluctance, and even obeyed Fukuchi Yingchi's orders for increasing his workload, with admiration on his face.

Baili Bian, who was forced to listen to a bunch of slogans, listened to the endless words around him, looked at the people passing by, and the ice cream that fell on the road appeared in his mind again - he wanted to lose his temper.

"Are you planning to force me to buy or sell? I've already said that I don't want to." Bailibian interrupted the office worker who was still talking without any courtesy. He really, really wanted to go home for dinner now.

Mr. Shizu, who had long been accustomed to overtime work, didn't think that skipping one or two meals would have much impact on his body. "We just hope that you can consider it carefully. Mr. Baili, the Special Ability Department is the only official special ability organization in Yokohama and even in the entire Neon."

"What do Yokohama and Neon have to do with me? You have my information and you should know that I am not from Yokohama, or let me be more blunt," Bailibian flipped up the hair on his forehead. He felt a little hot.

"What does the life and death of Yokohama have to do with me?"

Without any hesitation, Bailibian revealed his back-up plan.

"If you're willing to look through my phone, I can show you the text messages I've sent. I'm sure you all remember who registered my identity. Before he left, I made a deal with him—I'm willing to trade everything I have for unrest in Yokohama, and even in Neon."

Now that you've been targeted, there's no point in hiding it. It's better to show your cards openly.

Baili Bian met their gazes calmly. He shrugged, curled his lips nonchalantly, and said with a sarcastic smile, "The deadline is 24 hours after the message is sent. Do you think this favor will still be useful?"

Only after he had finished his meal, taken a shower, and lay back in his comfortable bed did Baili Bian delete the message that had terrified everyone present.

He wasn't lying. The moment he checked out from the cashier, he felt a strange gaze. Before leaving the convenience store, he sent a blank text message to Rambo—perhaps it wasn't accurate to say that the number receiving the message didn't belong only to Rambo.

On the day of separation, Bailibian found Rambo alone and initiated a cooperation with this spy from Europe and the Special Forces Bureau behind him.

"Mr. Rimbaud, please give me a glass of water."

It was not until Rambo handed the water to Bailibian that he reacted and subconsciously followed the other party's instructions.

For Fudi Yingchi, today's attempt wasn't a success, but it certainly wasn't a failure either. Although he wasn't able to directly discover Bailibian's abilities, the information revealed in his final words was enough for him to include him in his final plan.

I just don’t know whether there is any truth to that “I don’t care” statement.