Looking at the innocent face of the little girl and her tricky question, Fang Ze had only one thought: If you want me to die, you could just say it directly, no need to go through this whole process.
Fortunately... he had come prepared.
So, he just went ahead and said, "3.344412."
Seeing how quickly Fang Ze gave the answer, the little girl in red also seemed a bit stunned.
She looked up at Fang Ze with her big eyes and blinked.
Then, after a moment, her face suddenly changed, "Impossible! You got it wrong! That's not the number!"
Fang Ze seriously replied, "That really is the number. If you don't believe me, repeat the number you just mentioned, and we can calculate it together."
Upon hearing Fang Ze's words, the little girl was stunned again.
Apparently... she had blurted out the number without remembering it herself.
But that was no problem.
Just a moment later, she adjusted her mood, lifted her head, and smiled innocently at Fang Ze, her eyes shimmering with a dangerous glint, "Brother, you are so amazing. You can even calculate such a difficult addition and subtraction within ten."
"Can I ask you another question?"
Fang Ze looked at her and smiled as well, then said, "I can only answer one question per day. Little sister. Goodbye."
Having said that, he turned and walked away.
Little girl in red: ???
However, the current situation clearly wasn't allowing Fang Ze to just leave.
So, Fang Ze had hardly taken two steps when suddenly, he saw the figure of the little girl in red appear in front of him again—and not just one of them.
It was as if she had suddenly multiplied through mitosis; about five or six girls who looked exactly like her suddenly populated the street.
All dressed in vivid, blood-red dresses, they grouped together on the gray, desolate, rundown street.
Some were holding hands, some squatting on the ground, and some holding red umbrellas. Their bright red dresses made them exceptionally conspicuous in the pitch-dark night and in this gray, decrepit world.
Just then, they all turned their heads to look at Fang Ze simultaneously, and in unison—with echoes added—they said, "Brother... bro, you can't leave...uh... without finishing teaching us... uh..."
Seeing this, Fang Ze rubbed his temple and then said helplessly, "Dear contact person, I think it's about time to stop playing, right?"
"I really do have a busy schedule. I really don't have time to play these childish games."
"Moreover, besides wanting to meet you today, I also intended to discuss a few business matters with you."
"About the Flower Morning Festival, about the Shadow Organization, about 'Qin 28'."
"If you are interested in listening, let's sit down and have a good talk. If not, I'll head back home. We can meet another time..."
Upon hearing Fang Ze's words, the few little girls in red suddenly froze in place.
After a moment, the figures of several of them slowly faded away like bubbles, leaving just one behind.
She finally stopped pretending to be gods and ghosts. Instead, she stood in front of Fang Ze, looking up at him with her big, watery eyes, and asked curiously, "How did you find out?"
Fang Ze looked at her and then around at the surroundings, and said, "Aren't you going to lift the disguise here?"
"Oh!", Hearing Fang Ze's words, the little girl puffed her cheeks, reluctantly reached out and grabbed Fang Ze's hand.
After a moment, Fang Ze felt a sudden sensation of falling.
When he collected his senses, then he was surprised to find that he had left the desolate, unpopulated, ruin-like street.
In front of him was a bustling night market instead.
Even though it was past 1 a.m., there were still many people about, and food stalls hadn't closed yet. Many stall owners were energetically calling out, trying to attract passersby. The area was filled with the smell of fireworks.
Their appearance in the middle of the street drew the attention of many people.
However, in this world, ordinary people were also aware of Awakening Abilities and Awakeners. So seeing the manner of their appearance, people immediately turned their heads away, daring not to provoke them.
If Fang Ze was still guessing before, now he was sure, and he looked at the little girl in red holding his hand and asked, "Just now... did we enter the Spirit Realm?"
The little girl in red looked up, her expression unhappy, and said, "You haven't answered my question yet. How can you ask me a question first?"
Fang Ze listened to her and couldn't help but smile, then explained, "Identifying your identity, and suspecting that I had come to an Alternate Space or Illusionary Realm is actually quite simple."
"Although you did it very realistically."
"Not only impersonating the taxi driver, telling me the story."
"Even adding a place name to the map."
"It's too deliberate, and too unreasonable!"
"My map is the latest version. With such a huge incident at the kindergarten, how could the Security Bureau, Investigation Bureau, and Defense Team still leave that marker there?"
"I randomly hailed a cab, and the driver just happened to know about the incident from that year, and knew so much detail. Moreover... he still dared to take me there."
"Moreover, when we got there, there were even bigger flaws. It's been a year since the incident at the kindergarten, but there was still such a strong smell of blood."
"Although it was rundown, it surprisingly hadn't been sealed off."