The morning of May 31st.
As the alarm rang, Lin Yilin opened her eyes like a robot, immediately checking the messages on her phone. Her various intelligence networks had also summarized for her some events that occurred on the non-existent 30th.
For the people of the White World, it was merely a normal night's sleep, but that extra day had truly existed.
Worlds of different expressions.
After roughly confirming everything in three minutes, she immediately got up, quickly washed and tidied herself, changed her clothes, and left the house.
Arriving on the street, she could see students of all ages heading to school.
Brimming with youthful vitality.
Although Lin Yilin had only recently graduated from university, it felt like a very long time ago.
Without lingering, she walked towards the subway station.
Dadu has a well-developed subway system, and every White District is necessarily covered by a railway network. When Lin Yilin purchased her new house in Rafael School District, although there were better options, she chose a residence close to the subway station for efficiency.
Xixikeke Street is connected to Rafael School District, and as a large Grey District, it also has a railway network.
From the surface, Xixikeke Street and the White District no longer had much difference.
People from the White District would also go to Xixikeke Street to work, and people from there would also go to several nearby White Districts to work.
The daily flow of people between them was quite large.
She was still a bit late; there were no seats on the subway. She stood and thoroughly read the intelligence on her phone, searching for potential “business opportunities.”
The world of violence had just overlapped; there should be many messes left behind.
Offices are nothing more than constantly profiting between Dadu and various worlds, like mercenaries or war profiteers.
Dadu's subway system does not have too many strict regulations, or to be precise, the subways connecting to the Grey District do not, with loose control. On the subway, one could see homeless people begging and some mobile vendors.
“Little girl, look at this.” An old man with a weathered face called out to Lin Yilin, taking out something in his hand, wanting to sell it.
“Please keep your distance from me, the pickpocket from the Little River Society.”
The old man paused: “Girl… what are you talking about? I'm just a peddler…”
“Niele, joined the Little River Society a year ago, managing the ‘business’ on this subway line from Xixikeke Street to Rafael School District for this gang, whose main business is petty theft. Because you look honest, you easily elicit sympathy from young students. You are steady in your actions and are now a backbone member of the Little River Society.”
Cold sweat streamed down the old man's face, his small eyes wide.
“You should know me. I've been riding this subway line much longer than you've been a pickpocket here. You also manage an intelligence network nearby, so it's impossible for you not to know me. And you still dared to come find me. Who instigated you?” Lin Yilin continued.
“This…”
“No need to glance around. In the front car, by the priority seats, two people from Banmu Office have been staring here for a long time. Their tailing attempts are so bad I can't even be bothered to expose them. I feel like my intelligence has been lowered.”
Niele felt bitter inside.
Of course, he knew that the Zero One Office's current sole seedling, the little girl, was not someone to be trifled with, but Banmu Office inexplicably asked him to cause trouble for Lin Yilin. The tip was enough for a day's work, so naturally, he took the money and did the job. The Little River Society, a low-level gang, couldn't afford to offend Banmu Office.
He just meant to cause her a little trouble, and by chance, he came.
It turned out this girl was even more exaggerated than some of the intelligence he vaguely knew!
He had been here for a year, doing petty theft and managing an intelligence network. He usually paid attention to hiding himself, and coming from a homeless background, his background could be called “clean.” Most of the time, no one noticed him.
But in one encounter, Lin Yilin exposed everything about him.
As fellow intelligence workers, he could hardly imagine how deep Lin Yilin's intelligence network was, and even more difficult to imagine that all of this came from a girl less than half his age.
“…We also…” He showed a bitter smile, saying awkwardly.
“It's not easy for you either. I don't blame you, but if you don't do good deeds, not only will you not earn money, but you might also get implicated. It truly is an undeserved calamity.”
Niele nodded repeatedly, thinking this girl seemed quite easy to talk to?
Lin Yilin looked up at the subway progress displayed on the car, then lowered her head again.
Swish.
Her hand, placed in her bag, directly pulled out a gun and pressed it against Niele's forehead.
The people around looked, not paying much attention. Because it was a ridiculous-looking toy cat-head gun, appearing completely unthreatening, coupled with Lin Yilin's very deceptive appearance.
But Niele didn't think so. The cold touch, he had been pointed at with a gun before, so he was certain this thing looked ridiculous but was absolutely real!
“Mercy! Mercy!” He lowered his voice, cold sweat streaming, filled with deep regret.
Suddenly, Lin Yilin threw something in front of him. He looked and found it was a note, not knowing what it meant.
“This is a beautiful girl's contact information. Keep it safe. From now on, whatever you see daily, and how you handle the intelligence chain on the Little River Society's side, just copy it exactly and send it to this contact information.”
Not daring to think much, Niele nodded repeatedly.
As the subway entered the station and was about to come to a stop, Lin Yilin suddenly raised her gun upwards.
Meow!
Bang!
A meow replaced the gunshot, but the impact of the bullet and the car was still real. The car immediately became startled and fell into chaos.
And as the car door opened, Lin Yilin had already disappeared, moving through the crowd.
The two Banmu Office personnel in the front car were startled. There were too many people on the morning subway, and the sudden gunshot caused chaos around them, making them think something had happened.
They no longer had the mind to deal with Niele. They wanted to chase after her but were squeezed helplessly by the chaotic crowd. What was worse was that the gunshot would definitely attract the subway station's security.
Those security guards usually turned a blind eye to them, but if there was an incident suspected of a shooting, to report upwards, if they, these unclean people, were caught on the scene, even if they would be fine in the end, it would still cause a lot of trouble!
…
102 Xiding Road, Xixikeke Street.
Lin Yilin pushed the door open, and the lively and boisterous Toast immediately came into view.
Then she directly looked up at the ceiling. A pitch-black bat, with a creepy human face, hung upside down from the ceiling with a pair of grey, bright eyes, looking up and meeting her gaze.
“Can Mr. Illusion fly now?” Lin Yilin asked calmly.
“A little, getting more proficient.” The “bat” spoke human words, then spread its wings and flew a circle inside the house. It was clear it was still a bit forced, flying dizzily.
Transforming back into human form and landing on the ground, holding his head, Zheng Fan stood up and said: “This way, going out to play and some actions will be much more convenient in the future. However, it's still limited by the body structure after the transformation. To simply grow wings behind me and fly directly in human form is still a long way off. I'm still thinking of saving up some Singularities someday and just giving myself the ability to fly.”
That black bead's special ability, Zheng Fan felt that calling it “black bead” was always unpleasant, lacked gravitas, and was a bit wordy and awkward.
So he chose a nicer-sounding name: Singularity.
“Was the non-existent May 30th fun?” Lin Yilin walked into the house, sat back at her usual desk, and asked.
“It was very fun. I feel like my worldview has been updated, and I found a very interesting Host Unit Two.”
“…”
“Why did you suddenly stop talking?”
“Ah? No, I was just thinking. What Host Unit Two?”
