Chapter 80 The Big Persimmon Apple Possesses Such Illusionary Power!
Ning Jia pushed the heavy computer chair, creaking as she slowly pushed the unconscious person into the living room. After hesitating for a moment, she stopped next to the sofa.
She took a feather duster and first dusted the person off, then put a blanket on the sofa before preparing to move the person off.
She had intended to summon the primordial power within her body once again through powerful psychological suggestion, just as she had done before.
This time, however, no matter how much she muttered to herself, whether the person in front of her turned into pork, beef, or mutton, she couldn't muster the same strength as before.
She was extremely disappointed. It seemed that the power of metaphysics stopped working after being used once.
Tsk, next time I see Song Ling, I must ask her how to train to increase her strength...
A thought flashed through Ning Jia's mind, then she suddenly slapped her forehead—
Ah, I almost forgot!
Song Ling is still waiting for my reply!
She quickly pulled out her phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message in a flash:
Officer Song, sorry to keep you waiting. Everything's fine for now. Thank you! [heart][heart]
You're welcome! Please contact me immediately if anything else comes up!
【Mmm [heart emoji]】
After sending the message, Ning Jia looked at the person slumped in the chair, who was completely exhausted. She whispered "sorry," then "dragged" the person off the chair and placed them on the sofa. She then turned the person over so they could lie flat on their back.
Under the soft light, Ning Jia looked at the person's face with curiosity, and a very familiar feeling welled up inside her.
I have a feeling... I must have seen this person somewhere before.
Where exactly is it...?
Ning Jia stroked her chin, carefully examining the face of the unconscious man:
Hmm, he looks quite young, with thick hair and eyebrows, a straight nose, big eyes, and a mouth...
Ning Jia looked at the face and pondered for a long time, but still couldn't find a clue.
This feeling of almost finding the answer but not quite, is like suddenly remembering a scene from a movie but not knowing what the movie is called. It's so frustrating!
If she can't find the answer, she probably won't sleep well tonight...
Ning Jia felt like she was being torn apart. She stared at the unconscious face again and again, studying it carefully, but she still couldn't remember.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She suddenly whispered "Sorry," then quickly reached out with both hands and forcibly pried open the man's eyelids to take a closer look—
That seems to bring back some memories.
One minute later.
"...Ah! I remember now!"
"...He's the one who ruined...the dollhouse!"
...
Zhou Chi slowly opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling above him, and felt as if his head was about to explode.
Strange, I didn't drink any alcohol yesterday, so why do I feel this way?
His eyes darted around, sensing the unfamiliar atmosphere around him, and suddenly he noticed something was amiss:
This place... wait, what is this place?!
He tried to sit up abruptly... but couldn't. The soreness all over his body made him instantly look pained, and he slumped back onto the sofa.
What on earth is going on?! How did I get my hands and feet tied...?
Looking at his tightly bound feet and his right hand tied to the coffee table, he turned pale with fright. He lay helplessly on the sofa, feeling like his head was about to explode, and his brain was about to burst too…
"Hey, you're awake."
A woman's face that looked very familiar suddenly came closer and said with a smile.
Immediately afterwards, another miniature female face that looked very familiar approached:
"Hey, who are you? Where's my mother, Bai Zhi?"
...
"Is that so...?"
The truth was simpler than anyone could imagine. Zhou Chi listened to the dwarfs' narration in a daze, his face filled with disbelief, as if he were dreaming.
He lay on the sofa, slowly turned his head, and looked at Ning Jia:
"So, you didn't lock up the little people to make sachets?"
Ning Jia shook her head in surprise, "Of course not! We're partners!"
The little people around Zhou Chi looked at him strangely, and all shook their heads in unison:
"Ning Jia is such a kind person! She's always helping us earn money to buy us delicious food!"
"Exactly! Making sachets is our job!" "We need to earn money to live!"
There's also a little figure proudly puffing out its chest, saying, "I designed one of the latest blind box designs!"
"Mine is mine too." "Mine is mine too."
When asked about the "blind box sachets" they recently designed, the children's eyes lit up.
Zhou Chi paused for a moment, looking at the little human in front of him who kept talking about "work" and "making money," and then felt a wave of disorientation.
Is this still the carefree and easygoing little people he remembers?
He glanced at the energetic little figures, then hesitated before looking at Ning Jia again:
"So, you've never mistreated the little people?"
Ning Jia nodded confidently, "I think they're having a pretty good time staying with me."
The little ones nodded in unison, "Happy, happy, happy!"
"……Very good."
A weight was finally lifted from Zhou Chi's heart.
Although he has spent so many days making a fuss about this and ended up in this state, as long as the villains are alright, then everything is fine.
He looked at his bound hands and feet, about to speak, but someone beat him to it.
"Hey, where's my mother, Bai Zhi? Where is she?"
Since last night, Xuecao has been waiting, and now she has completely lost her patience. She is so anxious that she is jumping up and down, and even her silver hair is trembling slightly.
Gan Cao, who was beside her, was too excited to speak. She was now staring intently at Zhou Chi, her eyes wide with anxiety:
Giant, where is my mother?
"Don't rush..."
Looking at the two adorable little ones, Zhou Chi instinctively wanted to smile, but the wound on his face was too painful, so he slowed down and said gently:
"Bai Zhi, and you, along with the rest of the clansmen, are currently staying at my house. If you wish to go, you may leave now."
Although, given his current state, his words seemed very unconvincing.
"etc--"
Ning Jia and Cang Lan spoke at the same time.
Ning Jia immediately gestured to Cang Lan, inviting her to speak first.
Canglan cleared her throat:
"Although all the evidence suggests that you have no ill intentions towards us, but—"
"We cannot go there rashly until we are truly sure that you are a good person and that you have indeed taken in Bai Zhi and the others."
That's true. Without any evidence, why should they believe themselves?
Zhou Chi thought she made a lot of sense. After thinking for a moment, he laboriously reached into his pants pocket...
Huh? Where's his phone?
"Are you looking for your phone? It's here."
Ning Jia picked up a black iPhone 13 from the coffee table and handed it over.
"Let me make it clear beforehand, I didn't steal your phone, it just fell down by itself."
"Besides, you've been unconscious the whole time, so even if you wanted to scan your face, you couldn't."
Zhou Chi took the phone and, seeing that the screen wasn't broken, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He then shakily raised the phone and scanned his face to unlock it.
He glanced at the time and suggested:
"Bai Zhi and the others should be up by now. Should we make a video call? That should prove I'm not a bad person."
Before the words were finished, a small figure timidly raised its hand and asked:
"Um... what is a persimmon apple? Is it a delicious fruit?"
The other little figures also showed the same puzzled expression.
Zhou Chi looked at the bewildered little people with some surprise, then at Ning Jia, and after a long while said:
"Why...don't they even know about video calls?"
"Why do I need to know?" Ning Jia retorted. "We have security cameras at home, that's enough."
Zhou Chi looked on incredulously:
How do you usually keep in touch?
"There are security cameras at home, so you can make phone calls too."
“…That’s so inconvenient,” Zhou Chi murmured.
Ning Jia pondered for a moment, then nodded and said:
“What you said makes some sense. The monitoring function is still somewhat limited. We do have an old cell phone at home. When we have time, we’ll have to teach them how to use it.”
He then asked Zhou Chi, "Have you already provided them with cell phones?"
“Yes,” Zhou Chi nodded, “When they first arrived at my house, I bought them four new cell phones.”
He didn't mention that the four new phones were the latest Apple models, even better than the ones he used himself.
"Wow, four cell phones, that's so..." Ning Jia swallowed the word "luxury," "Are you rich?"
As they spoke, their eyes met, and in that split second, they both keenly realized something. Looking at each other, a single thought flashed through their minds:
Our approach to the dwarves seems different!
But this is not the most important issue at the moment.
Ning Jia snapped out of her daze and gave the little people a simple explanation of what making a video call meant, which excited everyone:
"Wow, is this persimmon apple really that amazing? Not only can it hear the voices of the tribespeople, but it can also see their faces!"
"I want to make a video call!" "Call now, call now!"
While they were still discussing it, Zhou Chi had already opened WeChat and sent a video invitation to a WeChat account named [Bai Zhi].
The ringing didn't last long before the other party answered the phone.
A round, adorable face with rosy cheeks suddenly appeared on the screen, its eyes wide as it asked:
"Zhou Chi, where did you run off to? We were all so worried about you!"
Zhou Chi was stunned for a moment. He exited the video interface and saw that Bai Zhi had made several video calls since last night, but because he had muted his phone, he hadn't heard them at all...
In fact, even if it's not muted, he can't hear it at all.
"Sorry, I had a bit of a problem... but I'm fine."
"Let's not talk about this anymore, Baizhi. There are people here who want to see you."
He switched back to the video feed and laboriously handed the phone to Ning Jia, who was standing next to him.
After Ning Jia took it, she immediately took a phone stand made of binder clips, placed it on the coffee table, and put her phone on it.
"Snow grass, licorice, come here quickly."
"...Huh? Oh, oh!"
Upon hearing that familiar female voice, Xuecao and Gancao were stunned. But after Ningjia reminded them, the two little ones snapped out of their daze and quickly ran to the phone screen.
"...Mom, Mom?"
Xuecao opened her eyes wide, looked at the person on the screen, and murmured.
"...Snow grass? Licorice?"
Bai Zhi, on the other end of the phone, was stunned as she looked at the two little figures she had longed for on the screen, a mixture of surprise and joy washing over her.
"Is it really you?"
"Could it be that Zhou Chi has already rescued you?"
Snow grass and licorice root squeezed in front of the small screen, too excited to speak, nodding and shaking their heads, confusing even angelica root.
Bai Su quickly peeked out from the side and squeezed in front of the screen to greet Bai Zhi:
"Hello Aunt Bai Zhi, this is Bai Su. Don't worry, it was all a misunderstanding. Everyone is fine now."
After saying that, she withdrew her peach-shaped face and returned the space in front of the screen to the siblings.
At this moment, Xuecao also came to her senses and threw a series of questions at her mother on the screen:
"Mom, are you living at Zhou Chi's house now? Are you doing well? Do you miss us? How did you escape? Is that bad guy dead?"
Xuecao bombarded Baizhi with a long string of questions, leaving her bewildered and unsure which to answer first.
"Ahem," Bai Su reminded him from the side, "We can talk about these issues when we meet again."
Ning Jia nodded. "The most important thing now is to verify whether the person on the other side is really Bai Zhi."
As she spoke, she explained to the puzzled little figures:
“Our world has a technology similar to illusion called AI, which can create fake videos using big data. In other words, the person talking to you on the other end of the video right now might not actually be Bai Zhi…”
Canglan exclaimed in astonishment, "Such illusions actually exist in this world!"
Ning Jia hummed in agreement. "This AI is the latest fruit on our technology tree, and it has already been widely adopted in the world of giants."
Canglan's expression grew even more astonished, but now was not the time to study this new thing, so she asked Ningjia:
"So, if the other side really did use illusion magic, how can we tell the difference between the real and the fake?"
Bai Zhi on the screen naturally heard these things, but for a moment she really didn't know how to prove herself, so she just waited quietly.
Ning Jia smiled slyly:
“I previously discovered that, perhaps due to the invisibility technique, your clan’s data seems to be impossible to capture by big data. In other words, even AI cannot know the secrets of your clan.”
Bai Su and Xue Cao both understood immediately. Xue Cao's eyes lit up and she said loudly:
"I see!"
Ning Jia smiled and patted her little head:
"Is there anything about the snow grass that only you and your mother know?"
"Oh, there are so many."
Just as Xuecao opened her mouth to say something, Baizhi on the screen suddenly coughed a few times and called out "Xuecao".
Xuecao was taken aback, then suddenly smiled sweetly:
For some reason, she always felt that the person on the screen must be her mother!
She glanced at the eager onlookers around her, paused, and then said:
“Mom, do you remember? When Gan Cao was only this tall,” Xue Cao gestured to her younger brother’s stomach, “he accidentally fell into a mud pit once.”
"At the time, the three of us were by the water. You and I were both fine, but Gan Cao somehow fell in. We finally managed to pull him out..."
Xuecao's story was so vivid and interesting that everyone quietly pricked up their ears, even Ning Jia listened with great interest:
What? Has Gancao been this unlucky since she was little?
Gancao, standing nearby, tugged at Xuecao anxiously, and finally managed to speak, "No, I, when did I..."
But Xuecao covered his mouth and secretly pinched his arm.
Licorice paused for a moment, and Snow Grass seized the opportunity to continue:
"And that time, a strong wind suddenly blew through the forest. Everyone else in the tribe was fine, but Gancao, somehow, was blown into a pile of itchy grass by the wind..."
At this point, many of the little people started laughing, and Ning Jia also suppressed her laughter, looking at Gan Cao, whose face was flushed.
After Xuecao shared her "two or three unlucky stories about Gancao" with great emotion, most of the tribesmen burst into laughter. Only Baisu, Shiying, and their childhood friends had strange expressions on their faces.
Bai Zhi on the screen also smiled and said nostalgically:
"Licorice was so cute when it was little, and of course, snow grass was also a very cute child."
“But, Xuecao, I remember that this child was very lucky when he was young, and none of the things you mentioned happened to him.”
Then, Bai Zhi recalled "a few lucky things about licorice in her childhood," leaving everyone stunned and puzzled:
So, which side is right?
Snow Grass and Licorice, however, were already burying their faces in front of their phones, wailing and crying:
"Mom, it's Mom! Our Angelica Mom!"
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