-1-
"Hey, you're here?"
“…”
"What are you standing there for? Come here. I don't want to waste my time with you."
“…”
"What? Are you upset? I thought your ears were going to rot after hearing this."
"...Of course my boss can speak to me in this tone frequently. But, Senior, you are just my client and partner."
-2-
This attitude again.
There's this ambiguous wording again.
Miss W sat in front of a quaint square wooden table. She wanted to retort with something like "You talk as if you only see her as your boss", but she knew that bickering with the other party would have no end and no fun.
He could repeat this conversation with her for hundreds of rounds using polite, gentle and calm language.
How could her stupid sister mistakenly think that it was a bright and beautiful shallow sea, when it was clearly a vast trench at the bottom of the deep sea that could never be filled.
Unfathomable - it's annoying just to look at.
-3-
"Okay. My bad. Come on over here, we need to discuss our next plan... I don't have many opportunities to meet with you. Tonight's dream contact was only possible because the main system was drunk..."
"Senior W, 'dream contact' isn't accurate. The undead don't dream, so, strictly speaking..."
Mr. P walked around the screen set and pulled out the wooden chair opposite her.
"It should be called, 'Thinking Talks'."
-4-
"Thinking Talks".
In fact, just like the previous time, Ms. W showed up specially and reached a consensus on cooperation after the first meeting with Mr. P——
The two undead are not in the same world, the same space, or even the same time.
She was a soul that was forcibly pulled back, her resurrection was very incomplete, and she was semi-imprisoned in the hands of the Eternal Life Society. Mr. P was an employee in the system world, who worked steadily, went home steadily, and finally returned to his dormitory bedroom to sleep.
Not to mention whether the two would wake up vomiting due to the strong feeling of nausea when they naturally dreamed of each other - these two were truly "same-sex repels, same-sex rejects" - just talking about the people themselves, they were not the type to reminisce about anyone in their dreams.
Therefore, the previous explanation of "reaching cooperation in a dream" is just a less accurate description.
Later, when they need to talk about cooperation, they will never "meet in a dream" -
-5-
Mr. P deliberately leaves a gap in his thinking before falling asleep, and Miss W will bypass the main system through a channel she established with M in the past and quietly link her own thinking in. The two undead will meet in a virtual thinking space.
Not only do we need to bypass the system world, we also need to bypass the surveillance of the Eternal Life Society.
This is like online chatting, but in 3D, and Miss W can decide how the chat room is arranged -
"You're my boss's senior, so I'm giving you the key to this newly constructed space. While I'm gone, you can decorate your room as you please. I'm not particular about the design of the meeting place, and I think a little work would make you more comfortable. ... Considering your current state of semi-imprisonment within the Eternal Life Society, you can't even leave the building, right? It's like wearing an invisibility collar."
When saying this, Mr. P smiled very gentlemanly and considerately.
-6-
Ms. W: “…”
Ms. W: "It's better than a stray dog that chases its owner, kneels on the ground and bites the owner's trouser legs, but can't get her to come back and put a collar on it."
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P: "I will not be abandoned, senior."
Ms. W: "Haha, who knows, a vicious dog like you."
-7-
Well, anyway.
Putting aside the unharmonious factors of cooperation such as "shared refusal" and "same-sex repulsion" - perhaps only the idol's life safety can bring two toxic fans together -
Miss W is indeed very satisfied with all the aspects that Mr. P has done as a partner.
Although she knew that this was partly because he was trying to "please his elders", Miss W's life motto was "Why not take something that's given to you for free?"
Especially the virtual thinking space he gave himself.
——She can even simulate cooking here. In reality, that rubbish president wouldn’t even give her an induction cooker.
Moreover, as a pure human who died in ancient times, she was really curious about this kind of setting, which could change the entire space layout according to her wishes... How interesting, is this what modern people are like...
-8-
Of course, this is not the case. Real modern people can never change space according to their wishes.
——Due to lack of common sense, Ms. W, like Ms. M, easily classified Mr. P as a "real modern person".
Even if Miss W was slightly alert and realized that "this guy is too perverted to be human", she would not really realize...
Shh.
-9-
"Your room today is different from usual. It's very elegant. May I ask where it is?"
Screens, low cabinets, treasure chests, a square coffee table inlaid with white jade, and wooden chairs carved with flower branches.
Miss W twisted the bracelet on her hand.
"Once upon a time, in a certain city, in a certain building, in my room."
The most beautiful courtesan in the city, the chamber that countless men long for.
"Originally, there were a lot of other things... a beauty couch, a dressing table, an incense burner, and so on... but I hated those furniture, so I deleted them all. Oh, I want to install a new cable TV over there. Can you send me the instruction manual someday?"
-10-
so.
Mr. P glanced at the red camellia painted on the screen and the ornamental bonsai that seemed to be filled with fragrance all year round... Although he looked like a stranger in this quaint environment, Mr. P had some understanding of these arrangements.
Perhaps I understand it better than Miss W.
So he could actually see that this room, in the ancient culture of the world it corresponded to, was different from an ordinary "boudoir".
...But, what does this have to do with him?
-11-
——The blond and blue-eyed stranger glanced over all the key points and naturally aimed at the treasure chest placed in the most remote corner.
He couldn't help but praise, "The things displayed in your treasure chest are truly valuable. Are you selling them?"
Miss W looked at him coldly.
“Not for sale.”
Don't even think about coveting my sister's broken rattle, copper bracelet and kite.
"The longevity lock on the top with only teeth marks on it..."
“Not for sale.”
“…”
"No. I'm dead. I'm completely dead. So I don't need money."
“…”
-12-
Mr. P smiled and withdrew his finger.
"What's the point of showing all this stuff to me when you're already dead? You know I won't neglect any corner."
——Showing off, just showing off, wanting to piss you off to death... No, I want to piss you off to life, and then piss you off to death.
But Mr. P did not show any signs of being angry. He sat silently and just began to glue his eyes to the collection in the treasure chest, as if he intended to scan the appearance of the objects directly with his eyes, and then start using high-tech copy and paste when he returned to the system world.
Ms. W: “…”
If I had known earlier, I would not have built this room in my memory and displayed all the treasures in my memory in this treasure chest.
-13-
"You and that brother of yours are worlds apart."
Ms. W scoffed, "One is ordinary recyclable trash. The other is trash that has been deposited for thousands of years and still pollutes the environment."
Mr. P put away his smile.
"I don't have a brother."
"Oh, you said there is no such thing?"
"I never lie."
"...Then, tell me, what exactly are the white-robed leaders of the 'Eternal Life Society'?"
Mr. P withdrew his gaze from the treasure chest and moved it somewhat vaguely to the coffee table.
"I was chatting with my partners about business, but there wasn't even a cup of tea."
-14-
"The way you look glued to my sister's childhood toys is worth a hundred cups of tea."
"That's true. Thanks for the treat."
“…”
-15-
Tsk, he just changed the topic like that.
...Did he really know? Did he know what that white robe that looked exactly like him was?
Miss W frowned fiercely. "I'm warning you. Our cooperation must be based on basic trust... Personal preferences don't matter. I hate you, too. But if you want me to continue helping you and sharing information... you must stay away from anything related to the Eternal Life Society."
Mr. P said seriously, "When it comes to my boss's safety, I will of course cooperate with you wholeheartedly. Please rest assured."
"OK."
Just believe it for now.
-16-
Miss W leaned back and began to fiddle with the bracelet on her wrist. "Since we're not talking about the white robe, let's talk about something else. In your system world... there's an employee named 886, right?"
"Here you mean? The legendary handsome guy from the purchasing department?"
Mr. P blinked. “He’s a friend of mine.”
"Oh, he is also..."
"He's also a member of the Eternal Life Society, I know."
-17-
Mr. P's expression was very calm. "His position is unclear. He's probably just a profit-driven businessman... Currently, the System World can offer him a generous reward, so for now, there's no danger of him threatening our plans."
"Besides, he's your ex-husband, isn't he? He probably wouldn't really do anything to endanger your safety. For now, I think we can put him aside."
Ms. W: “…”
Have you read the script?
Or have you seen the memories from other people's perspective?
-18-
"Hmm? You're surprised, thinking I don't know? Of course I do, because—"
Miss W interrupted him immediately.
"I'm not surprised. Yeah, it's normal for you to know that. After all, that guy's acting is terrible, and compared to you, his brain isn't particularly bright."
——If I admit that I was frightened by what he said just now, he will keep leading the topic, and then I will be confused and end this conversation completely at his pace!
...Fortunately, she reacted quickly and did not lose the opportunity.
-19-
"You're right. Well, the 886 incident is certainly not worth mentioning. Well, I have some information about the president of the Eternal Life Society. Some time ago, he convened a meeting of the Eternal Life Society's top leaders, but he was absent..."
"Ah, I know that too."
Mr. P waved his hand brightly. “He missed the meeting because he approached Ms. M and licked her phone screen.”
Ms. W: “…Huh?”
The phone screen she gave me.
To round it off, of course, it’s the boss’s mobile phone screen.
"Actually, the main reason I contacted you this time was for this. Mr. President..."
Mr. P asked thoughtfully, "Is he Miss M's licker? Licking dogs must not have a good end, right?"
“…”
-20-
"As a dog, what are you saying about dog physical aggression towards other dogs?"
"Even if I accept your biased analogy, if I were a dog, I'd be a good dog. How can a good dog be compared to a bootlicker?"
“…”
What is he proud of?
Same dog.
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