Chapter 59 Chapter 59 New vest.
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Mo Shiyu wanted to leave, but when he stood up, he remembered that he had not held the marble firmly and it had fallen to the ground. He looked down and found that -
The thin blanket beneath him, the wooden boards around him, his arms, waist, hips, and legs were all piled with glittering marbles. The light coming in through the open door gave off a crystal-like luster.
In addition to the marbles, there seemed to be white pearls mixed in. Judging from their quality, they were of considerable value. It was obviously not something Ma Jia earned from working tonight.
Mo Shiyu felt like he was in a clam shell, covered with beads from a vest.
He touched a marble, which rolled to Bai Lan's feet.
The white-haired child bent down to pick it up, and the glittering beads flashed in his hands.
"Did Brother Shiyu win these?" Bai Lan tilted her head, her tone sinister.
Mo Shiyu meticulously picked up the beads on the ground, then walked to the door, bent down, and looked at Bai Lan, "Yes, that's right."
"Xiao Bailan, if you question me and try to control my life..." He curved his plump lips, "You'll be hated."
He took the marbles from Bai Lan's hand and walked out the door.
Bai Lan turned around and looked at him.
"Hate it..." He murmured softly, "But no matter how hard I try, you will never like me, right?"
After he said this, he smiled sweetly.
At the end, staff will be at the entrance of the shrine to verify the number of marbles everyone has.
Mo Shiyu didn't look at them and left.
He found his beloved car, opened the door and got in. He didn't start the car. After a while, Bai Lan also got in.
He came over, took one of Mo Shiyu's hands, and rubbed his face against the palm of his hand gently.
"Brother Shiyu." The white-haired, purple-eyed child raised his face, his long eyelashes brushing against Mo Shiyu's fingers. His voice was very soft, "I'm sorry, I went a little too far just now. I was just a little scared..."
"When I returned to the teahouse just now, I found that you were gone. I looked for you for a long time. I was afraid that you didn't want me anymore."
Bai Lan's eyes were red, and the angle from bottom to top made him look even more lovable. "Brother Shiyu has his own private space. I shouldn't interfere. I understand now."
"I'll be good, don't hate me."
Mo Shiyu didn't use any force and let him move.
He lowered his eyes and felt the child's soft white hair under his palm. The child trembled slightly under his hand, as if he was touching a docile little animal.
"Be good." Mo Shiyu sighed, touched his head, leaned down and hugged him, "I was wrong. You are just a child and you don't feel safe... I should have come to you earlier."
Bai Lan immediately hugged him back and smiled sweetly.
After a while, the tenderness ended. Mo Shiyu turned around and was about to start the car when his eyes suddenly wandered.
"What's wrong?" Bai Lan asked.
"Ah..." Mo Shiyu touched his nose, "I suddenly remembered that I seem to have been drinking."
He turned his head to look at Bai Lan, "Can you drive?"
10-year-old Bai Lan: “…”
He couldn't help but start to wonder if this man was really drunk just now, so he found a place to sleep?
Bai Lan reached out and touched Mo Shiyu's forehead. After confirming that it was not hot, she withdrew her hand and fell into deep thought. "Let me think about which is more serious, encouraging a minor to drive or driving under the influence."
"Don't be so hypocritical. I don't believe you can't do it." Mo Shiyu chuckled and leaned on the steering wheel, with a hint of alcohol in his breath. He lazily pulled out the car keys and prepared to get out.
"But going to jail for this reason is too lame, so forget it."
Bai Lan didn't comment. He followed her out of the car and asked with interest, "What did Brother Yu think was a cool way to stay in jail?"
Mo Shiyu thought for a moment and said seriously, "Except for crimes such as anti-pornography, drunk driving, and illegal immigration..."
Pornography crackdown? Immigration smuggling? Bai Lan was speechless. "Mom, what have you been through?"
Are you some beautiful refugee who fled to this country?
"We are not refugees, and we may even come here to consume, but sometimes we have to smuggle ourselves across the border..." Mo Shiyu said earnestly.
Just imagine what it’s like to not be able to enter your own country’s territory at all?
Tip: Even the embassy is counted within the country’s territory.
His passport had expired a year ago. Mo Shiyu couldn't get a new one, so he had no choice but to use a fake one. He had a bunch of small notebooks piled in his suitcase, and he would use whichever one he got.
So if they really investigate him, he'll have to spend several years in jail, probably never getting out of there in his lifetime, huh.
***
Mo Shiyu opened the car door, walked with the child, and sent him to the apartment.
He looked at Bai Lan waving at him and skipping back to the apartment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth finally slowly faded.
A sober, smart and conscious little lunatic.
Although Mo Shiyu had never seen The Tutor, he reasonably inferred that Bai Lan was most likely a villain.
Even Ma Jia's friend Hai Hai can be considered a model boy compared to him.
At least that beautiful blue-haired child with mandarin duck eyes, although his methods of killing were cruel, was a good child who valued his companions very much.
But Bai Lan is different.
In Mo Shiyu's opinion, the most terrifying thing about Bai Lan is that he is born without a sense of his own kind - Bai Lan never thinks that other humans are his kind.
He looked at the people walking by as if they were dogs walking upright.
Such a person would not feel any guilt even if he killed 1 person, 100 people, or even 10,000 people.
Gin kills people just like cutting radishes, but Mo Shiyu feels that there is an essential difference between the two.
At least the silver-haired killer knew that he was killing his own kind; but Bai Lan would only feel that he had killed ten thousand barking dogs.
What a terrible soul.
The favorability has reached 75. Mo Shiyu is sure that Xiao Bailan likes him very much. This increase in favorability is completely beyond his control. Bailan should be very excited too. This is the first time in his smooth life that he has encountered such an unexpected situation.
He is still young and not big enough to threaten Mo Shiyu.
But when he grows up, even Mo Shiyu doesn't know what extreme things Bai Lan will do to ensure that Mo Shiyu is 100% under his control.
Before leaving, Xiaomajia told him what he saw at the shrine.
The information Bai Lan found about the "book" was not limited to what he told Mo Shiyu, but he did not reveal it all, but kept some of it to himself.
But it doesn't matter. Mo Shiyu didn't intend to pin his hopes on this little lunatic from the beginning. It's just that the concept of "book" is too vague, and it might be a setting from the tutor, and he knows nothing about it.
Since Bai Lan said he wanted to help investigate, Mo Shiyu naturally would not refuse.
But he was careful. He let the little vest's clone lurk around him, and also had a doll following the green-haired boy.
Mo Shiyu closed his eyes and let out a breath.
He knew one thing a long time ago - the worse the guy, the faster his favorability towards him increased.
And this crazy little guy whose favorability increased by 50 points the first time he saw him...
What will happen when he grows up?
***
More than half an hour later, Mo Shiyu returned to his hotel room.
He opened the window, and a white doll climbed in from outside and sat on his shoulder.
Mo Shiyu took out a lucky charm from his pocket and hung it around the doll's neck.
"Sheyu, I forgot just now. This is the lucky charm I bought." He gently touched the vest's head, "I bought three. One for each of us, and one for the new vest."
The white-haired doll was happily holding the lucky charm and sticking it on others, but he was stunned when he heard the second half of his words.
"The new vest hasn't been born yet... Is there any..."
Mo Shiyu nodded nervously.
She Yu held the lucky charm, which was as big as himself. After a while, he put his hand to Mo Shiyu's chin, raised his head and asked softly, "Is the new vest also a treasure of the original body?"
Mo Shiyu was stunned.
"No, you're the only one who's special." Mo Shiyu said, stroking the doll's white hair. "You might be the only vest with independent consciousness."
She Yu pursed her lips and smiled.
They sat together on the carpet, ready to draw cards.
Mo Shiyu felt that his luck was bad and wanted to hand it over to Sheyu, but Sheyu shook his head silently and said, "But my master, I am also you, my luck..." is also very bad.
Mo Shiyu: “…” It hurts, really.
In the end, it was Mo Shiyu who pressed it.
【Confirm the card draw, consuming 1000 points.】
[Remaining points: 14.]
[Drawing cards...Drawing completed.]
Mo Shiyu looked at the card that appeared in the system, and together with Ma Jia, he silently moved closer to examine it carefully. This was really too rare. Was he seeing things?
The new cards cannot be said to be small waste.
It can even be said to be a bit surprising.
【Monster Agent SR】
You are a monster.
You are an elegant monster.
[You are a monster agent disguised as a human. You have a body that could easily compete in a global beauty pageant, but strangely, your face is always covered.]
[Skills: Monster, infinite healing. No pain.]
[Note: You are a good and lawful monster, just a little bit of a binding fetish. ]
Mo Shiyu looked at the effect picture of the identification card and swallowed silently. Damn, this, this...
[Identity set complete, testing in progress.]
[Test completed, logical. Can be used. Do you confirm the placement of the vest?]
Mo Shiyu took a deep breath and said, "Yes."
He opened his eyes.
It was pitch black all around, but his vision was very clear, no different from daytime.
Dilapidated facilities.
Water dripped from the broken pipe.
He leaned against the peeling paint wall, raised his hand and touched his face.
He did not touch human skin.
Just the cool, smooth touch of leather.
This is a monster. Its face is covered with a whole piece of dark leather. There is a silver metal buckle where the eyes are, like a blindfold. But even if the buckle is opened, there is... nothing inside.
He was wearing a military cap, a dark long windbreaker, and long leather boots. He was estimated to be over 1.9 meters tall, almost 2 meters tall. He had a great figure, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, eight abdominal muscles, and bulging tendons in his hands.
Just no face.
Depend on.
Mo Shiyu covered his face.
Facial mask.
Perfect body shape.
It’s awesome.
Mo Shiyu could clearly feel the power that was about to burst out of this body, which was very different from his original body which remained tight and thin no matter how much he trained.
It is no exaggeration to say that Mo Shiyu feels that he can beat Gin now.
No, be bolder, he can kill most people, including Wen Ye's psychics.
After all... it can heal itself infinitely and has no sense of pain.
Isn't this a humanoid weapon?
…
Mo Shiyu deeply felt that even if he ignored everything at this moment and defected from the organization immediately, he could let the two vests protect his real body and survive in this dangerous world.
Vest No. 1 is a mage, Vest No. 2 is a warrior, and the main body is a mascot, perfect.
Of course, he also knew that things would not be that simple.
The system's voice sounded at this moment.
[Without a causal relationship, directly manipulating the vest to help the main character is very likely to violate the character's logic and cause damage to the vest.]
In other words, it cannot be ooc.
Mo Shiyu snorted, "What a hassle."
"Then just find a suitable logic." He raised the corner of his lips, "suitable."
***
Something vibrated in his pocket. Mo Shiyu reached in and took out a cell phone.
He answered the phone.
"Thank God, you finally answered the phone." A long sigh of relief came from the other end of the line. "There's a superpowered riot in Queens. I'm sorry, you have to leave your leaky little house and get some exercise for the day."
Mo Shiyu didn't say anything. This alias is a character who is very frugal with words - after all, he has no mouth.
The person on the other end seemed to understand his character. After finishing the previous sentence, he waited for less than a second before continuing.
"I've sent you the location, my masked beauty—don't keep us waiting too long, that mutant has already crushed the third police car into a toast!"
Mo Shiyu used the vest to hang up the phone.
While the system's one-click background generation is incredible, it also has limitations. For example, if the user's username is "agent," then they must be affiliated with an official organization in a certain country and cannot act like a lone wolf.
For some reason, Mo Shiyu did not set the background of the vest in the Japanese government, even though it would make everything simpler.
His second identity is a senior agent of the American Bureau of Paranormal Investigation.
Once the background was set, the vest's information appeared out of thin air in the employee files of the United States, and some people suddenly had memories related to the vest in their minds.
Another advantage of being set as an employee of America is that the vest has a high status and has sufficient information in his hands.
Mo Shiyu decided to enjoy this benefit later.
He took a step forward, supported himself on the windowsill with one hand, and jumped out of the window lightly, his figure blending into the night.
Queens isn't far away.
Mo Shiyu arrived at the scene of the riot and quickly jumped to the roof of a three-story building, observing the situation from above.
As expected of a beautiful country, the people with special abilities are much more arrogant than those in other countries. They use shooting and special abilities. The entire block is filled with large areas of vines that have been swept away. The vines, full of strange vitality, spread in all directions and entangled the buildings.
The police stood in a stalemate with their guns raised against the plant that was swinging its branches in the air.
Plant-related abilities?
Mo Shiyu controlled the vest and looked around.
He observes the environment not with his eyes, but with some metaphysical monster senses.
He quickly felt the shadow of a young man.
A blond boy wearing a beret and dressed like a farmer was hiding under the plants, behind an ATM machine. He was holding a sack and stuffing money into it...?
Such a big fuss, turns out it’s a robbery?
The blond boy didn't seem to have any intention of killing anyone. After snatching the money, he put it on his shoulder and ran away.
Mo Shiyu shifted his center of gravity forward and jumped off the rooftop. The wind whistled in his ears as he rushed backwards. He flipped 360 degrees in the air and landed on the ground.
Not even a sound was made.
The blond boy's eyes immediately turned towards him. He noticed it faster than Mo Shiyu had imagined. It seemed that he could use the surrounding plants as an extension of his body and sense the movements of the people around him.
"Who is it?" he asked with a grim expression.
The man in the black windbreaker walked towards him step by step. His face was completely covered with dark leather. The fingers hanging at one side moved, and the five fingers turned into a row of cold knives in the next second.
The blond boy's pupils suddenly shrank.
Mo Shiyu didn't deliberately manipulate his body, but fought on his Majia's instincts. Majia's fighting habits were different from his own, full of a violent aesthetic. He grasped the twisting plant with his fingers and pulled, sending stems, leaves, and juice splattering everywhere. Mo Shiyu knew he couldn't replicate that.
He doesn't have such powerful strength, and his subconscious fighting methods are different.
So don't hinder the vest and let him play freely.
The blond boy was grabbed by the neck by the vest and was caught like a chicken. His feet were off the ground and he struggled due to lack of oxygen.
"Don't..." He choked out breathlessly.
Ma Jia didn't intend to make things difficult for him, he took out handcuffs from behind.
The next second, the leather face turned to the side.
He let go of the boy and quickly took a few steps back.
The thick tentacles that tore through the air and swept towards him withdrew from the space where he had just stood.
Mo Shiyu quickly moved his body and looked back.
A man with long black curly hair climbed up the dock of the harbor. He looked lifeless, and the tentacles just now came from his hands.
He said slowly and lowly, "John Steinbeck...right?"
The blond boy knelt on the ground and coughed. He turned around and said angrily, "Who are you? What did I do to offend anyone by robbing someone?"
[Character John Steinbeck detected, from the work "Bungo Stray Dogs."]
Mo Shiyu suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The gloomy man with long black curly hair was soaked all over, his eyes rolled stiffly and finally fixed on the vest.
After a long moment, he pointed at himself, as if speaking to Steinbeck, but his dark eyes were fixed on Mo Shiyu, as if he had turned into a dark sculpture.
"Um... I'm Howard Lovecraft... John Steinbeck, the leader of the group, Fitzgerald, and I'd like to invite you to join."
As he spoke, he walked towards the vest.
The steps are stiff and rigid.
"Ah...you are a mother..." he murmured in a trance.
[Character detected: Howard Phillips Lovecraft, from the work "Bungo Stray Dogs."]
Mo Shiyu's pupils suddenly trembled.
Lololo? The one who wrote Cthulhu?
No, is this reasonable? Wenye, how dare you incorporate this ancestor into your worldview?
Mo Shiyu's face turned pale and he turned and ran away.
The slippery and twisting tentacles immediately entangled and squeezed towards him, casting wild and distorted shadows on the ground.
The sky was covered with a dark, huge shadow, the moonlight was blocked and the clouds were obscured.
Mo Shiyu ran at the fastest speed in his life, almost turning into a shadow.
He didn't even dare to look at what the huge shadow behind him was, and just tried his best to leave the area.
In a trance, he seemed to hear a distant, empty breathing sound.
He didn't know how long he ran before he stopped. Then he seemed to wake up and found that the moonlight was pouring down again without him knowing when.
It was quiet all around.
Mo Shiyu gasped in fear, wishing he could immediately regain his spirit and return to his body and curl up into a ball.
He knew that his bad luck would be delayed but would not disappear. He had just drawn a good character card, and the next second he had to face President Ke...!
At this moment, the shrill phone ring suddenly rang.
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