GRMFBS CH92

Whoa! This is a job for the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau!

Zhan Yan anonymously reported it to the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau, while the police also arrived at the scene Wei Fu had described.

There were no bloodstains at the scene, nor any signs of a homicide. They were currently continuing to search for clues while also continuing to interrogate Wei Fu, and had also arrested several other gamblers who had colluded with him in the scam for interrogation. They were also trying to determine if Wei Fu needed to go to a mental hospital.

Another team of police officers was raiding various underground casinos. The locations Wei Fu had provided were all accurate.

Even if the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau came to take over the case, and a homicide was ruled out, the casino case would still need to be handled by the police station. Sister Wenwen probably wouldn’t be able to go home for a while.

Zhan Yan closed the gossip system and sent a message to Zhan Suiru: “Sis, when are you coming back?”

Zhan Suiru: “In about ten minutes or so.”

In the studio, Zhan Suiru stretched, a small metal name tag dangling from her fingertips. “Ah, finally done!”

The doll butler stood aside, his posture elegant, his body ramrod straight, looking very much like the aloof, mysterious, yet polite butlers from old castles in movies—if one ignored the little tabby cat wreaking havoc in his arms.

The little tabby was only the size of two palms, but its presence was formidable. The doll butler’s neat and tidy tailcoat was already torn in many places. One of its paws was hooked on a pulled thread of the clothes, while the other was persistently reaching for the doll butler’s face. The tip of its claw scraped across the simulated skin, leaving not a single mark.

“Then may I put down this overly lively young lady?” the doll butler said calmly.

Seeing his appearance, Zhan Suiru burst out laughing, “Just bear with it a little longer, hahahaha…”

After laughing her fill, she instructed, “Pinch the scruff of its neck, not too hard.”

The doll butler carefully reached out and pinched the little tabby’s scruff.

The force was too light. The little tabby flipped over and swiped at him again. Two more gashes were added to the cuff of the tailcoat.

Zhan Suiru laughed and personally took over. The fiercely struggling little tabby was forced to behave, and it opened its mouth angrily: “Meow!”

The doll butler raised an eyebrow, “It is my honor to be able to bring you joy.”

“Alright, stop being so sarcastic.” Zhan Suiru put the metal name tag on the little tabby and gently scratched the top of its head. “Let go now.”

The little tabby pushed off the doll butler’s arm with a powerful step and leaped into Zhan Suiru’s arms. It sniffed around in confusion, seemingly feeling that this embrace was much better than the doll butler’s. So it stopped showing its claws and found a comfortable position to lie down.

Zhan Suiru fiddled with the metal name tag, very satisfied with its effect. She had made it in the gaps between completing orders for Tianshi. It didn’t have much of a function, other than making the small animal wearing it feel a sense of closeness to the scent within the name tag.

The doll butler, wearing a tattered formal suit, bowed slightly, “Are you leaving now with this young lady who dislikes me?”

“Mhm, I’m going home,” Zhan Suiru said.

The air was quiet for a moment. Then she raised her head again, reached out and hooked the tear in the clothes on the doll butler’s chest, pulling him a little closer.

The doll butler obediently came over.

Zhan Suiru looked into his eyes. The hidden gears inside were turning, the speed neither increasing nor decreasing, like a smoothly operating machine, safe, stable, and very reliable.

“When I’m not here, remember to continue making sculptures,” Zhan Suiru said. “I’m looking forward to your works.”

She found a small fleece blanket and wrapped the little tabby in it. When it struggled to get out, she gently tapped its head. The little tabby immediately felt sleepy, and after a yawn, it curled up in the fleece blanket and fell asleep.

…

“Sister said she’ll be back in about ten minutes, let’s wait for her,” Zhan Yan said.

“Ah…” Zhan Jinli responded slowly, unable to help but recall the last time he watched a movie with his sister.

It was probably when he had just started high school. The whole family was watching it in the living room that time.

There weren’t as many rules when watching a movie at home. Everyone could chat while watching. At that time, their parents sat together on a short sofa, and the three young ones sat on a long sofa. Zhan Jinli and Zhan Suiru were on the left and right, with Zhan Yan in the middle.

Halfway through, Zhan Yan went to the bathroom. Zhan Suiru was engrossed in the movie and didn’t notice that Zhan Yan hadn’t come back. She turned her head to him and said, “Hahahaha, let’s play together sometime when we’re free!”

On the screen, two characters were playing a riddle game. The loser would have a turtle drawn on their face, one stroke for each loss, to see who finished first.

What happened next… it’s better not to mention.

Zhan Jinli decided to busy himself with something else first to cover up the socially awkward memory in his mind. He logged into the Superhuman Forum.

After scrolling through two pages of junk posts, Zhan Jinli found that Wan Yan had appeared again, but he hadn’t posted on the forum and crazily @-ing him. He had just posted a mission in the mission area.

The mission was posted several days ago, but no one had accepted it. Wan Yan would add to the reward every few hours, and then add more again after a few more hours… Now the reward had accumulated to a very high amount.

This had caused a new thread to be opened in the junk post section, with all sorts of guesses about what this mission posted by the Ghost King Wan Yan was about, and whether it had anything to do with the Ghost King Lin Yuan.

The mission description only had a picture and a sentence, asking if anyone recognized the item in the picture.

The content of the picture was a black iron fish-shaped pendant.

Zhan Jinli let out a soft “tsk” and clicked to accept the mission.

…

In the Chaofu Mountains, Wan Yan the cat had been fishing for the afterimages of Bai Ze’s reincarnation in the River of the Underworld for several months. At the beginning, he could still be very serious, but after several months of fruitless and tedious repetitive labor, Wan Yan couldn’t stand it anymore!

Wan Yan cared a lot about his friends. He didn’t go on strike, but he needed a break between work!

During his breaks, Wan Yan started to rummage around in the Chaofu Mountains. He rummaged here and there and found this little thing under the Wenyu tree.

He carried this thing in his mouth and went to find the Ghost King of the Minghe.

“Minghe, Minghe! Look what this is!”

The Ghost King Minghe reached out and picked up this black iron fish. She felt the demonic power of Diting inside it, which had protected it from decay for nearly a thousand years.

But she didn’t remember what this thing was either. Diting was considered lively in the Chaofu Mountains, with many small and trivial matters. She let him play in the mountains and never paid attention.

“It should be something of yours from before,” the Ghost King Minghe returned the black iron fish to him.

Wan Yan pushed it with his paw, his fluffy tail swishing in distress. “But I can’t remember!”

He then carried the thing and went to ask the Demon King Chongming.

Although Zhan Yunkai didn’t know the origin of this thing and Wan Yan, he could recognize that this thing was from the mortal world.

The huge head of the divine bird lowered, its double pupils in its eyes shrinking and expanding slightly.

“It looks like something used to weigh down a rope. Black iron, hmm… probably about seven or eight hundred years old.”

Wan Yan was shocked by the number “seven or eight hundred.” “Huh? That long ago!”

“Is it a long time?” Zhan Yunkai was puzzled. “It’s alright. You used to spend two or three hundred years in the Chaofu Mountains at a time.”

Wan Yan was a little dizzy, “But I’ve only had memories for a little over twenty years!”

Oh… Zhan Yunkai understood. From Wan Yan’s perspective, he was indeed still just a little kitten now!

Zhan Yunkai became a little more patient. “Then you’ll have to think hard. If you can recall the memory related to this thing, it means you can retrieve a memory from seven or eight hundred years ago.”

Wan Yan the cat held the black iron fish pendant and thought hard for several days, but in the end, he could only remember that he should have hidden this thing under the Wenyu tree.

No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t remember. Wan Yan the cat was unhappy. His little cat ears drooped all day, and he had no energy to go fishing for shadows in the River of the Underworld.

Zhan Yunkai gave him an idea, “If you can’t remember, maybe someone else does. Go ask someone else.”

Zhan Yunkai meant for Wan Yan to find his old acquaintances, like the Iron Prison Ghost King, or other great demons he was more familiar with.

But Wan Yan the cat’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, and an idea he thought was very reasonable popped into his little head:

He asked Minghe, and she told him it was his from before. He asked Chongming, and he told him it was from seven or eight hundred years ago. The more people he asked, the more information he would get! Where were there the most people?

Wan Yan decided to log into the forum and post!

But there was no internet in the Chaofu Mountains. Wan Yan started to fish for ghosts with network-related abilities from the River of the Underworld. He would fish one out and ask, “Can you connect to the internet here?” After fishing for several days, he finally managed to log into the Superhuman Forum.

Wan Yan happily posted a mission.

And then… no one paid him any attention for several days.

“Why isn’t anyone telling me?” Wan Yan was extremely wronged. “Did I offer too little of a reward?”

He started to add more and more to the mission reward.

Zhan Yunkai didn’t even know how to persuade him. The little kitten was stubbornly determined. The reward he offered was not low, but where on the forum could you find someone who knew the secret stories of great demons from seven or eight hundred years ago?

His mission was vague. If it weren’t for Wan Yan’s spells being too intimidating, someone would have already started making up stories to deceive him.

Zhan Yunkai said, “Stop putting all your effort into the forum. Why don’t you find some of your old acquaintances?”

Wan Yan continued to feel wronged, “But I don’t remember! Do you know who I was familiar with before?”

Zhan Yunkai thought for a moment. Diting had stayed in the Chaofu Mountains all year round. There were only four ghost kings in the mountains. Lin Yuan had hidden himself away, the Minghe had no impression, and he had also asked the Iron Prison Ghost King these past few days. He had become a ghost king later on and was not familiar with Diting before. When Diting left the Chaofu Mountains… he only played well with Bai Ze. His divine ability was not very popular.

He spread his wings and gathered the pitiful little kitten into them, “Why don’t you…”

Wan Yan suddenly shivered. His ears perked up and he started to cheer, “Someone accepted my mission!”

Hmm?

Zhan Yunkai leaned his head over to look at the small screen.

The person who accepted the mission: “Admin Will Never Keep a Cat“

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