Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 212.003. The devil is one foot taller than the saint.

After Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun formally announced the city's civilization survey, they left the area.

The two walked in silence, seemingly distracted.

Fu Xun was aware, of course, that the young girl's behavior was a bit too intimate, but it didn't have that air of worldliness.

They're clearly trying to convey something, but it's hard to pinpoint exactly what it is.

Jin Ziyue recalled the other party's words of instruction after their initial contact.

[A Perfect Match]

A soul born of nature.

The information provided was minimal, and it was clearly an uncommon description. However, one thing was certain: the other party's abilities were indeed related to the soul.

"Do you think this girl might be the type who primarily devours souls, and that's why she's taken a liking to your soul?"

To be honest, Fu Xun had always thought the concept of the soul was incredibly childish, but when it actually existed, he found it hard to accept.

"The next time I see her, I'll probably know." Jin Ziyue put coins into the vending machine, glanced around, and said, "This girl isn't as simple as I thought."

Fu Xun bent down and touched it, then naturally picked up Jin Ziyue's drink and drank it: "Just be careful anyway. I'm going to look up the history of the Sanshui family."

"Pfft—" Suddenly, he spat out his drink and asked angrily, "What the hell did you order?"

"Banana-flavored soda."

"Where did this 'deathly flavor' come from?!"

Jin Ziyue stared at the LED lights, and the figure of a third party flickered in the glass window.

He narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

"Let's go," Jin Ziyue said to Fu Xun.

"Hey!" Fu Xun cursed. Suddenly, the moment their eyes met, Fu Xun turned around abruptly and swung his hand behind him.

Empty.

"Tch, so they ran away," Fu Xun muttered.

"Those who are following us are probably not human."

Jin Ziyue said.

“That’s true, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a strong escape ability. This feeling of having thorns in your back is really quite awkward.” Fu Xun’s knuckles cracked as he pressed them together.

"The other party does not intend to attack for the time being."

"Surveillance, is that it? You just stepped out of the area and someone followed you." Fu Xun stared meaningfully at the direction of the third floor, which was Sanshui Linxin's residence. The windows were covered with thick paper, so that sunlight could not penetrate and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun left Wuhua Town and drove to their temporary base.

"Our plan has been overheard, and we're afraid our next step won't go as planned. The other side will definitely be prepared," Fu Xun said.

Jin Ziyue said expressionlessly, "Actually, no."

Fu Xun stared at his expression and knew that this guy was hiding something again. He curled his lip and said, "Can you tell me now?"

“I didn’t hire any actors in the first place. The risk of the lines and information being leaked to a third party was too great. What really worked was the listening device inside the cardboard box.”

"What an old swindler." Fu Xun was speechless.

He found it hard to imagine how Jin Ziyue, an antisocial personality disorder patient, had survived to this day.

If you think about it carefully, every guy who works as an assassin or secret agent has something that's different from ordinary people.

They exploit the details of everyday life that people take for granted, taking advantage of people's lack of vigilance.

Such people are more pathetic than frightening.

The more cunning a person is, the more effort they need to expend to guard against the schemes and tricks of others. Jin Ziyue's mental world is like walking a tightrope; he is always extremely cautious, for the slightest misstep could mean certain death.

After Jin Ziyue finished speaking, he took out a metal casing that looked like a radio from the cabinet, extended the antenna, and connected the power. A hissing sound could be heard.

He handed one of the earphones to Fu Xun, adjusted the equipment to check for interference, and said, "It's working normally. It can now record the other party's voice activity starting right now. If you don't have anything else to do, you can listen and check as you go. Call me if there are any special issues."

"Then what are you going to do?" Fu Xun asked, displeased.

"Let's cook." Jin Ziyue had already tied on his apron and walked towards the refrigerator to start preparing the ingredients.

"That's more like it." Fu Xun rested his hands on the sofa and said, "I'll accept your way of relaxing for now."

……

The night passed.

Fu Xun listened to the faint rustling sound from the other end of the monitoring equipment.

The girl named Sanshui Linxin is usually very quiet at home.

Occasionally, there would be rustling sounds from opening the refrigerator or tidying up, but nothing excessive.

Except before going to bed at night, when Fu Xun heard the other person's voice clearly approaching, he kissed the cardboard rocking horse and said goodnight affectionately.

He was startled, thinking he had been exposed, but then he realized that the other person really did use this thing as a token of their love.

To avoid causing further harm, he only spoke to Jin Ziyue briefly before continuing to listen with a blank expression.

Soon, the sound of the girl's even breathing could be heard.

Fu Xun breathed a sigh of relief. The girl's room across the street was so quiet it was suffocating. She didn't even turn on the fan. It was July, and the chirping of insects at night was louder than the noise from her room.

Just as he was about to take off his headphones, a crackling noise suddenly came from them.

He quickly called out to Jin Ziyue, "Hey, something's up."

Jin Ziyue also put on his headphones and listened carefully.

"Crunch crunch".

There was a strange grinding sound. Fu Xun's expression was a little strange. Did this girl grind her teeth?

"Om-"

Jin Ziyue frowned and said, "The signal is being interfered with."

"squeak--"

A sharp, long cry.

"What's going on?" Fu Xun's eardrums were throbbing slightly, and the strange frequency interference forced him to take off his headphones.

"what--!!!"

Jin Ziyue was startled.

A piercing scream came from the other side, not a girl's voice, but a strange, hoarse sound. It was as if some monster, reaching out cautiously, had discovered the listening device and was roaring at it.

Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly, and the received channel became clear again.

Jin Ziyue narrowed his eyes slightly.

The other room fell silent again, then there was a slight noise.

"what……"

Suddenly, a woman's clear and melodious voice, like that of a cuckoo, rang out.

Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun's expressions turned grim. The various decadent sounds coming from the other end of the listening device, along with lines from the famous industries of District 16, were enough to get their blood pumping.

"This woman..." Fu Xun didn't know how to complain about this female driver.

"what!"

Suddenly, the melodious sounds turned into a woman's screams and cries, along with the roars of wild beasts, and various riotous sound effects, the sounds of shattering glass and objects falling.

A loud, explosive sound rang out. It was a deafening clang.

"Help! Help!" The victim pounded on the door frame desperately, but it seemed she couldn't escape.

Jin Ziyue rushed out immediately.

……

Ten minutes later, he easily broke into the other party's balcony by following the wall and the air conditioner unit.

He opened the window and carefully stepped inside, a strong smell of blood hitting him.

Jin Ziyue's face was somewhat gloomy. If that girl was killed, it would take him a lot of effort to contact the organization again.

The room was perpetually dark, with only a faint outline visible inside, and a pool of crimson stains on the bedroom doorway.

The surroundings were very quiet, with the chirping of insects on a summer night, and the neighbors were already asleep.

Strangely, there was no sign of violent fluctuations in the life-giving incantations. All the surrounding life-giving incantations were rhythmically beating in an orderly fashion. Normally, when a person is dead, their life-giving incantations have just dissipated, and their aura and fluctuations are not so stable.

Silence is the biggest anomaly!

By the moonlight outside, Jin Ziyue noticed that everything inside the house was neatly arranged, with no signs of a struggle or fight.

He suddenly realized what was happening, but it was too late.

"Clap."

The room lights suddenly came on, followed by a woman's seductive voice.

"Siguni!" "Ah..." "Help! There's a ghost!"

Jin Ziyue looked toward the corner and saw the girl triumphantly pressing the pause button on her phone, and the strange sound abruptly stopped.

Sanshui Linxin sat on the sofa, watching him with great interest.

She crossed her long legs, shifting her position to sit with them crossed, one hand holding her phone and the other a cardboard box from the city's "Civilized City" campaign, holding it close to the phone's speaker. Her eyes were filled with affection as she spoke softly:
"I've been waiting for you for so long, Jin."

I was dragged out for a late-night snack today, so I didn't have any jokes. I'll update this at the last minute.

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