Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Jealousy.

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Mo Shiyu frowned and stood in front of the mirror.

He looked at the person in the mirror carefully as if he was studying some complex document.

I felt like he had changed again. He had become more... inhuman.

The facial features are still the same, but the eyebrows seem to be tempered with the colorful poison of reptiles. The smoky gray eyes have a devilish and seductive aura, and the lips are red as if they are gnawing at bones and flesh. Just one look at them and you feel like your heart is hooked away.

Mo Shiyu quickly looked away and blinked hard.

Well, he admitted that he did belong more to the deformed side of the world.

To be honest, even if someone looks like Fan Bingbing, they may not fall in love with him. But Mo Shiyu felt that he really couldn't resist his own face.

Even when he looked at himself in the mirror, his thoughts became dirty, not to mention others - God knows Mo Shiyu is definitely not a narcissistic guy!

The aura of a true heartthrob can even bewitch oneself, right?

Mo Shiyu shook his head violently, struggling to suppress the urge to take another look. He wrapped himself in a bath towel, turned around and walked out of the bathroom, collapsed on the bed, and watched the news on TV intermittently.

The newscaster's voice echoed through the room.

"The major missing persons case has been solved. The suspects have been confirmed to be a non-Chinese criminal gang. All missing hostages have been rescued. The number of casualties is still being counted..."

Seeing the baby sitting upright on the bed, Mo Shiyu rolled over, hugged it in his arms, and then rolled back.

***

Priest Smino changed into a shirt and trousers, and folded up his thin dark green butterfly wings. He looked no different from a normal person, except for his excessive beauty.

He glanced at the doll buried in Mo Shiyu's chest, looked away, and spoke meekly.

"Mother, I ordered some food for you." He paused and added, "It's not sour plum soup."

"Hmm." Mo Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally not that bloody and messy soup. He remembered something and asked doubtfully, "Do you have money to buy food?"

Smirnoff nodded and explained, "Before I became a Zerg, I came from a wealthy merchant family in Northern Europe. I had several anonymous accounts in Swiss banks with approximately 30 million US dollars in them."

Mo Shiyu: “…” Duo, Duo Shao?

He looked up at the beautifully presented foie gras and Petrus red wine that was served, and looked at him with difficulty.

Brother, 30 million, what's so annoying about you? Why don't you go back and enjoy your life instead of being a bug underground?

Smino easily saw the meaning in his eyes. He sighed and said, "You think what I'm pursuing now is meaningless, right?"

Mo Shiyu thought about it, shook his head and said frankly, "No, I just feel it's a pity that you could have a more even and smooth life, but because of me, you embarked on the path of alienation."

Smino smiled. He half-knelt on the carpet and looked up at him. "It's just a change of race. In this deformed world, this isn't even considered a deformed path. You care about that. You still think we've been brainwashed, don't you?"

Mo Shiyu was stunned, then lowered his eyes.

The insect with dark green hair spoke in a cold yet gentle voice, "All life has the instinct to reproduce, including humans. Humans fear death, and reproduction represents another form of continuation of life. Most humans cannot escape this instinct, which is why our species has survived to this day."

"We are looking for someone who can become a Worm Queen. This is no different from humans reproducing for the sake of continuation. Just as humans don't resist 'sex', I don't resist the instinct to protect you."

Mo Shiyu finished the red wine in the glass, picked up the bottle, and poured another half glass.

This was a kind of sophistry that distorted the topic, and it obviously still had a weird and deformed feeling, but he chose not to continue arguing.

"I understand what you mean." Mo Shiyu got off the bed, half-knelt down, approached the cold and beautiful insect, stretched out his hand, and stroked his soft dark green long hair with gentle force and pity.

"Although I cannot agree with you, I still like you." Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes. "There must be something wrong with me for thinking this way."

Smino was stunned. He felt someone in front of him stroking his hair, so gently that it left him speechless.

The insect's reaction was as immature as when he saw Mo Shiyu taking off his outer robe. He was even a little at a loss. He wanted to spread his wings and wrap himself up, but he was so greedy for the body temperature that he just froze there, not daring to move.

He felt incomparable happiness, which spread in his heart like brilliant fireworks.

"But, I still don't understand one thing, why me?" Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes, "What on earth does a being like 'Book' want me to do? Smino, do you know? Can you tell me?"

Smino almost used up all his self-control to divert his attention from Mo Shiyu's touch. He thought for a long time and shook his head guiltily.

"I'm sorry. I don't know either. I haven't seen the Book. The Book is severely contaminated. No life can reach the underground alive. Even we dare only stay on the surface and dig tunnels around the temple."

Mo Shiyu's eyes moved slightly.

"So, no one can see the true form of the book?"

Smirnoff nodded affirmatively, "But it cannot be denied that there may be a few pages of the 'book' still existing in the world."

For example, the one in his hand? Mo Shiyu thought, "Written on those papers, can they become reality?"

"It should be possible." said the dark green-haired bug, "But... perhaps the way to achieve it will be very twisted."

Mo Shiyu thought, it turns out that one shouldn’t write carelessly on contaminated pages of a book. Is this how he will fail in the future?

"Thank you." Mo Shiyu finished asking for information and prepared to send people away. "It's late, you must be tired. I'll open a separate room for you. Go and rest for a while."

He quickly booked a suite and stuffed Smirnoff in.

The insects that originally wanted to protect the insect mother nearby were stopped by Mo Shiyu with the words "You have the ability to teleport, so there is no need to protect you at close range. It is better to leave each other some private space."

The bug that had just been gently caressed by Mo Shiyu suddenly felt a sense of disappointment.

He took one last look at the doll before closing the door.

The white-haired doll was always held in Mo Shiyu's arms. Not to mention touching it, Mo Shiyu wished he could hang him on his body.

It's just a lifeless doll, Smirnoff told himself, but he couldn't help staring.

Mo Shiyu just said that she liked him and touched him. The priest could feel that the Insect Mother was not lying. This was much better than the treatment of having her eyes gouged out before.

Smirnoff should be satisfied. But why... he still doesn't seem that happy.

The feeling was foreign, something the monster part of him couldn't understand, but the human part of his soul answered him.

It's unwilling.

Mo Shiyu is not a cold person.

He has a more intimate and special way of getting along with others, but he just doesn't treat him this way.

When Smirnoff was a human, he was a typical Nordic man, with delicate features, pale skin, tall and thin, a top student, wealthy, but also socially anxious.

He rarely pursued anything on his own, but this time was probably an exception.

He had seen the beautiful aurora and also wanted to feel his mother's embrace.

***

"The disappearances can be traced back to two years ago."

Kunikida Doppo taped the information he was holding to the whiteboard behind him. "Because it was widespread and infrequent, it didn't attract much attention. It's only recently that it's suddenly become more frequent, and the reason is unknown."

"We have preliminarily summarized the movement routes of these moth people in the past two years." Kunikida Doppo pulled up a world map from his computer, his voice calm and clear.

"The starting and ending points are both in Yokohama, but the routes along the way are completely irregular. Initially, it was in Eastern Europe, specifically Austria and Slovakia. Later, it moved to America, to the east coast of America. In recent months, it's returned to Japan, primarily focusing on the Tokyo and Yokohama areas."

Nakajima Atsushi, the little white tiger sitting at the detective agency's desk, murmured palely, "A cross-continental migration in a short period of time... doesn't this mean that Shi Yu-san could be anywhere right now?"

With the escape of the Moth People and others, most of the hostages trapped underground were rescued, but even so, the number of people whose bodies could not be found was as high as four digits.

Only a small number of these missing people were transformed into another race and continued to exist, while most of the rest swelled up in cocoons and became flesh and blood sacrifices for the Moth People.

This incident has caused an uproar internationally. After all, the missing people spanned several countries. For example, the priest that Dazai Osamu met had a very Nordic appearance, with pointed ears and long dark green hair. He looked more like an elf in Norse mythology than a bug.

Not to mention that the underground of Yokohama is like a pile of rotten meat. People will die if you dig into it, and it is impossible to go deeper.

The Japanese government is already in a state of panic.

Seeing they can't solve the problem, various powers attempt to intervene. It's no secret that a "book" is sealed beneath Yokohama.

The detective agency's president, Fukuzawa Yukichi, dressed in a kimono, asked in a low voice, "Have you found out the identity of Mr. Tokiyo, who was kidnapped by the bugs?"

Kunikida Doppo said, "Not yet. But he knows Atsushi, they are friends. Does Atsushi know anything?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Nakajima Atsushi again, who nodded in panic, "Yes, we are friends, but I only know that Mr. Tokiyo is a university student in Tokyo... I don't know anything else."

Kunikida Dopo frowned and described, "Anyway, although I've only met him once, there's an aura about him that makes me inexplicably want to..."

Dazai Osamu, with his legs propped up on the table, lowered his head and stroked the thick gauze wrapped around his arm. Hearing this, he interrupted, "Protect him?"

Kunikida Doppo nodded immediately, "That's right! Dazai, do you feel the same way?"

Dazai Osamu curved his eyes and gave a gentle and beautiful smile, but his iris-colored eyes were deep and dark. "About the same, probably."

Edogawa Ranpo, who was eating snacks in his seat, paused slightly and looked up at Dazai Osamu.

"Continue searching for him. This young man must be the key figure," Fukuzawa Yukichi decided. "The situation beneath Yokohama is not optimistic. This matter is of grave importance, and we must not let our guard down."

"yes!"