Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 40 012. Unpredictable Urban Tales

"Oh dear, I'll be more careful next time."

Ling said with a grin.

Her leather gloves rested on the table, and the heels of her shoes tapped lightly on the table legs.

"anything?"

Fujiwara Chizuru didn't even look up, circling details in the documents with her pen.

"I'm here to satisfy your curiosity," Lingqiao said with a charming smile.

"I am not interested."

The policewoman looked up, her face tense and her expression blank.

"That monster in the suit..."

Fujiwara Chizuru closed her eyes.

Ling raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said, word by word, "It's a weapon of the left-wing forces."

"boom."

Fujiwara Chizuru was tidying up the documents and was about to put the materials back into the file folder.

"And it seems there's more than one. Don't you want to find out where the other monsters are hiding?"

The policewoman got up, tidied up the file folder, and prepared to leave.

"That pretty little girl..."

Fujiwara Chizuru paused in her steps.

Ling said calmly, "There might be danger."

Are these monsters targeting this girl?

Fujiwara Chizuru rested her chin on her hand and naturally tucked the document bag under her arm.

“This is just my guess,” Ling said. “Have you looked up information about these monsters? I mean, in tokusatsu movies.”

She narrowed her eyes and added, "Or rather, in urban legends."

Fujiwara said, "These twelve monsters are associated with four main attributes: wind, forest, fire, and mountain. Through the promotion of tokusatsu films, they spread widely among the people and evolved into urban legends."

“Yes.” Ling snapped her fingers and jumped off the table.

"In other words, if the urban legend is true, then there should be twelve monster suits."

"What I destroyed was the Five-Eyed Demon Spider Pimon, one of the 'Wind' species. According to our forensic examination, its remains did indeed have a certain degree of biological activity."

Fujiwara Chizuru was prepared: "These costumes are still alive, right? Was this your doing?"

Ling shook her head.

"First of all, let me correct you. Even among the White Walkers, there is no harmony. Some advocate ruling over humans, while others advocate coexisting peacefully. So you are really wronging me by using the concept of 'we'."

She looked aggrieved.

Seeing that the policewoman was not buying it, he quickly changed his expression: "These should be biological weapons prepared by another faction in the early years."

“These weapons are not biologically active under normal circumstances, and some are even made of materials close to soft plastic. Placing them in a pile of leather sheaths is the best cover. At least in the years that ‘Mithril Warrior’ has been airing, we have rarely found any. They have completely erased any traces they left behind.”

Fujiwara Chizuru quickly grasped the key point: "So what are the conditions that trigger the activity of these bio-weapons?"

“The original Mithril Warrior provides some reference,” Ling said, walking to the desk and turning on Fujiwara Chizuru's office computer. “What’s the password?”

"0907."

"Wow, it's my birthday! I'll remember that."

As Ling spoke, she opened a webpage: "No private website?"

“Miss Ling.” Fujiwara Chizuru’s expression was cold.

“Look, at the beginning of the birth of the twelve demons, there was another derivative – two spirit bones, which are what we call relics.”

Ling pointed at the computer, her eyes glued to the screen.

"One of the relics made the Mithril Warrior, while the other became the key to victory. If this can also be used as a reference, then you say..."

“Wait, I have a question,” Fujiwara Chizuru interrupted. “If it’s true, then why are there no Mithril Warriors in reality?”

"I've already said these suits are biological weapons from another faction. It's impossible to create a natural enemy to counteract them, right? Urban legends and reality should be distinguished."

Ling squinted slightly.

"In other words, it does not strictly follow the setting of the work, but there are certain connections and references."

"Why do film crews who are in constant contact with the costumes remain unscathed, while monsters appear in abandoned factories, manipulating humans to kidnap little girls?"

Fujiwara Chizuru rested her chin on her hand; though it was a question, she already had a clue in her mind.

Lingman aimlessly hovered the mouse, the scrolling sound particularly clear in the quiet room.

“So—” the policewoman’s eyes shone brightly, “objects similar to relics really do exist, and they are somewhat related to the little girl.”

"Finally, they've caught up with my train of thought."

Ling smiled faintly.

……

The cramped car was playing old records, and the scenery outside the window rushed past, the city's dazzling lights disappearing in an instant.

The driver, wearing a baseball cap, was intently gripping the steering wheel.

"You weren't frightened, were you?"

He stared at the roadside and noticed that Amamiya Megumi was looking at him, so he asked first.

"No."

The little girl looked dejected and forlorn.

You don't look well.

Jin Ziyue said gently.

"I told you it's nothing."

Amamiya Megumi pouted, her pink cheeks puffed out.

Jin Ziyue suddenly remembered something and said, "I heard the kidnapping suspect is your uncle?"

"Hmm." The little girl leaned back in her seat, resting her head on her hips, gazing absently out the window.

Are you sad?

"A little."

Despite her childlike nature, Amamiya Megumi answered Jin Ziyue's question.

“Adults’ conflicts can sometimes hurt you unintentionally,” Jin Ziyue said gently. “Don’t take it to heart.”

"I'm not angry anymore," the girl explained.

Her expression was somewhat sorrowful: "I'm just worried about what will happen to Yingzi after she loses her father."

Is Yingzi your friend?

“Yes, she is a very good friend of mine,” said Megumi Amamiya, her girlish voice clear and pure, like heavenly music.

The record was playing a sad and soothing melody, and Amamiya Megumi suddenly felt it was very fitting for the occasion.

"She should be able to stay in a daycare or something. Social welfare is very comprehensive these days, so raising Yingzi to adulthood shouldn't be a problem."

Megumi Amamiya retorted, "That's different."

Her eyes were a little red: "Yingzi doesn't have a mother, and now she doesn't have a father either. She must be very sad."

Jin Ziyue was slightly stunned.

The little girl continued, "Like Yingzi, I lost my mother when I was very young, so we always stick together and don't have any reservations about interacting with other children."

“We all miss our mother, but our father is the only one who is with us. How pitiful it would be if our father left us too.”

Megumi Amamiya wiped away her tears.

"Xiao Hui is actually very scared. I'm always afraid that my dad will suddenly disappear one day."

Jin Ziyue's eyes flickered, he glanced at it, and then continued to watch the road.

"why?"

"Because my dad is a retired hero." The little girl lowered her head and murmured, "I used to think that heroes were cool and my dad was cool, but now all I want is for my dad to come back safe and sound and spend more time with me."

Jin Ziyue's eyes seemed to surge with a torrent of light, a soft white light flashing and disappearing in an instant.

"Dad must love Xiaohui very much. The best proof is that he rushed out to rescue her without hesitation when he heard that she was in danger."

Here's today's update. I've sorted out the plot of Volume 2 in this short time, and we're about to enter the final stage!

Thanks to the new voters '彼方奈落' and '哦做梦', and of course, to my friends who vote every day. A warm welcome to our first operations officer '吾名字灵2'! Although the first thing this operations officer did upon taking office was delete my comments, and the second was ban me (with a strangely benevolent expression)... Also, why is Ling's character score so high?! And Fu Qin hasn't even appeared yet, so why is her score higher than Lao Jin's?!

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