Chapter 163 – 120: Blue Owl, Making an Entrance (Part Three)
If there was a flaw, it was the lack of an instance card.
But most instance cards weren’t very useful, as exemplified by the Pirate Ship instance’s card effect — “allows you to breathe underwater for one minute.”
Just as he closed Fan Quan’s chat panel, the chat panel of Cai Bing popped up before his eyes.
[Cai Bing: I’ve sent you the information. Here’s an orphan I found for you in the Citizens’ Archive. According to my investigation, she died of an illness a few days ago in a mountain village nearby. I found her, buried her body, so you can freely replace her identity and enter the Magical Girl Alliance.]
[Cai Bing: To be honest, I’ve done my part. As long as you pay attention to the details, the chances of being discovered aren’t high.]
[Failed Man: Hacker girl, you’re too efficient.]
[Cai Bing: Otherwise, who do you think I am.]
Ke Mingye flipped through the panel, glanced at the profile sent by Cai Bing, and remembered the face of the already deceased orphan girl — this face would soon become the real appearance of Magical Girl Xiaohongmao.
At that moment, he heard a noise from downstairs and thought that it must be his eldest brother and second brother returning.
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At this moment, downstairs in the living room.
Right now, Bai Qiuwu was sitting on the couch alone, watching TV with a lazy Black Cat lying beside her.
“What should I do… Yuri?”
She lowered her gaze, murmuring while gently stroking the cat’s fur. The cat responded by rubbing its head against her palm and meowing.
The doorbell suddenly rang, so she turned her head and saw Ke Yinzhi walk in with a shopping bag full of drinks, open the fridge, and while placing the bag in the freezer compartment, said, “We’re back.”
“Took you long enough.” Bai Qiuwu said.
“Is Yongzhu awake?”
Ke Xiaomo entered the living room and his first question in a soft voice to Bai Qiuwu was.
“He’s awake, in his room.” Bai Qiuwu replied, then with concern added, “Second brother… there’s nothing wrong with you, is there?”
Before Ke Xiaomo could reply, Ke Yinzhi put his right hand on his shoulder and preempted the response, “Nothing’s wrong, he just scraped his skin… Those ninjas didn’t lay a hand on your second brother or me, don’t worry.”
Ke Xiaomo, pressed like this, bowed his head and hissed softly, shooting Ke Yinzhi an annoyed look, thinking to himself can’t you be gentler, before he sighed and asked Bai Qiuwu.
“What about the others?”
“Xiao Ling and Xiao Ni are in Yongzhu’s room, Mingye is in his own room.” Bai Qiuwu answered.
“Then let’s meet in Yongzhu’s room for a meeting.”
“A meeting?”
“A family meeting.”
“Okay.” Bai Qiuwu hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Should we call Mingye?”
“Let’s not call him, it’s better he knows nothing.”
Ke Yinzhi said this while casually grabbing a water cup from the table and took a sip of boiled water.
“That might be best.”
Bai Qiuwu nodded slightly and responded softly.
As the two of them spoke, Ke Mingye happened to walk down from upstairs.
He looked up from his phone, glanced at Ke Yinzhi and Ke Xiaomo, and said with a mocking tone, “Wow, you guys are still alive? There was such a big incident, and you disappeared for an entire day, truly invincible.”
Ke Xiaomo shrugged and said.
“We had to cooperate with the police investigation, which took some time.”
Ke Yinzhi put down his glass, patted Ke Mingye on the shoulder as he walked past him, “I brought you a drink, didn’t get it wrong this time.”
“A drink, where?”
“It’s in the fridge, on the third shelf of the chiller.”
After Ke Yinzhi finished speaking, he moved upstairs, and Ke Xiaomo and Bai Qiuwu silently followed him up.
Only Ke Mingye was left alone in the living room.
He opened the fridge, took out a bottle of ice-cold cola, and then went upstairs to see Ke Yinzhi and the others had all gathered in Ke Yongzhu’s room, even closing the door.
Ke Mingye tried the doorknob, but it was locked. He was suddenly a bit annoyed and sent a message to Bai Zini on his phone, “Soft targets get squished first.”
[Ke Mingye: What’s with the sneaking around, not including me, are you guys even human?]
[Bai Zini: We are preparing your birthday surprise, no eavesdropping allowed!]
[Ke Mingye: C’mon, my birthday is in January next year, could you find a more believable excuse?]
[Bai Zini: Can you not be annoying, can’t we prepare a few months in advance?]
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[Bai Zini: (Image: aggressive panda emoticon)]
[Ke Mingye: Fine, fine, I’m going out for a walk.]
Ke Mingye turned off his phone, sipping his ice-cold cola as he walked downstairs.
“Fine, ostracize me… bet you’ll be surprised and astonished when you see my obituary on TV tomorrow after I go out in my battle suit now. Wonder how you’d feel then.”
Ke Mingye walked out of the house with resentment in his heart, put on his sneakers, and took the elevator down.
Then he walked along the abandoned train station in the Old Jingmai District, slipped into the station when no one was looking, and soon reached the silent and deserted Platform No. 9.
He stopped in front of an old storage cabinet, opened the bottommost compartment, and found a bag inside.
Opening the bag, he took out the Blue Owl Battle Suit. The combination of red and blue was striking even in the night. Moonlight hit the beak on the helmet, casting a fierce glow, like an exquisitely made sleeve dagger.
Ke Mingye did not hurry to don the suit but stepped into the shadows and released a Deception Puppet.
He first had the puppet transform into his likeness and then had it wear the Blue Owl Battle Suit.
Made to measure, it fit perfectly with no sense of incongruity.
Soon, Blue Owl stepped out of the abandoned train station and climbed up a ladder in an alley of the Old Jingmai District to the rooftops. Moving across the roofs with physical fitness beyond ordinary people, he quickly disappeared into the deep night.
Ke Mingye, however, sat down on a public bench on the platform, pulling out his smartphone from his windbreaker.
“Let’s see if there are any unlucky criminals tonight that I can catch and take to the police station for credit, preferably the kind that makes the news… But hopefully not too strong, otherwise Comrade Blue Owl’s debut will be his retirement, and I’ll have to switch to a different identity.”