Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 43, Section 015: Tracing the Origins

"Brother Xun, are you done?"

Douzi glanced at his watch, looking somewhat anxious.

"Almost there," Yan Wuxun whispered, his hands moving back and forth across the cat's back.

The boots are asleep.

He was then roughly woken up by Yan Wuxun.

“You petted the cat for half an hour… I’m afraid the police officers outside will get suspicious.”

Douzi looked uneasy, feeling like her heart was about to jump into her throat.

"I haven't found the destiny text yet..." Yan Wuxun muttered to himself, "I usually find it in about twenty minutes..."

"Are all Fate Chasers this slow at taking lives...?"

Yan Wuxun glared and said:

"You know nothing! Who can recite all the incantations, sense the location of the command, and capture the command in the blink of an eye? That's a monster!"

"Controlling destiny is a very complex and obscure process, which is why you can't get started."

Yan Wuxun's account was quite detailed and convincing.

Boots glanced up groggily, then slumped back down, squinting comfortably with a peaceful expression.

"I touched it! Huh, what's this?" Yan Wuxun was initially excited, then somewhat surprised.

He seemed to have obtained a burst of life-giving energy he had never seen before.

Moreover... with his limited knowledge, he couldn't seem to recognize what it was, but he could sense the immense energy within the inscription, like a surging river or sea, vast and boundless.

This... He'd been in charge of the boots for months, and he'd never encountered such a powerful destiny before.

He carefully concealed his aura, gathered the life essence within his bloodline into his heart, and slowly sealed it away.

The space that was cleared up allowed one to feel the words of destiny, like paint thrown into water, slowly spreading throughout the body.

Bang, bang.

Bang, bang.

Yan Wuxun felt a feverish sensation throughout his body, activating his bodily functions. It was as if he were in a furnace, with steam in the boiler searching for an outlet, causing him to sweat profusely from the pain.

"Brother Xun, are you alright?" Douzi asked with concern.

"This thing... it's a bit intoxicating..." he gasped for breath.

At that moment, the boots opened their eyes.

Douzi quickly grabbed the boots back, not knowing what effect the life-changing words would have on them.

Boots stared wide-eyed at Yan Wuxun and Douzi with his mouth half-open.

As if taking out this decree, the orange cat felt a sense of relief.

Just as Douzi was wondering, a voice suddenly came from the depths of her heart:

"Meow?"

Douzi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Xun! Brother Xun! The boots, the boots have come to life!"

Yan Wuxun frowned and patted his head: "What's wrong with you?"

"The boots could transmit sound just now..."

“Sound transmission is a unique skill of some masters, which is not something we can learn, let alone a stupid cat,” Yan Wuxun said seriously.

"You're the stupid one."

"..."

Yan Wuxun raised an eyebrow, glanced around, and said, "Douzi, you've got guts, daring to insult me?"

"Huh?" Douzi scratched his head.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door, and the guards from the detention center came over to remind them that it was almost time.

When he knocked on the door, the scene inside made him pause in surprise.

Inside the iron bars, one of the places where suspects were held was empty.

He left the cat and the child behind, staring at each other blankly.

"What's going on?! Where are they?!"

he asked.

The cat and the child exchanged a glance, then turned to look inside the iron bars, before turning back to the guard and shaking their heads in unison.

"Why is even a cat shaking its head?!"

The guard, somewhat frantic, shakily pulled out his walkie-talkie: "Quick, something's happened here! Check the security footage immediately!"

……

The roaring, heavily armed motorcycle flashed by like a black comet.

The engine roared like a Tyrannosaurus Rex trampling the earth, making even the asphalt road tremble.

Ling, dressed in a trench coat and wearing sunglasses, felt the turbulent airflow slapping against her face. The cool sensation made her purse her lips in excitement.

A small bundle was tightly tied behind her, and her chubby little hands were wrapped around Ling's waist. Her two braids were pulled behind her by the air currents from both sides and never fell down.

Amamiya Megumi's face was ashen, her entire face buried behind Rei's back, not daring to open her eyes.

"Slow down!" the girl screamed.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!" The roar was far louder than the girl's wails.

"Help! My life!" The little girl screamed, her voice trembling with tears.

Through Ling's sunglasses, the changing buildings flashed by like departing servants. Suddenly, the black, heavily armored Tyrannosaurus Rex roared. Ling wanted to shake it off, but considering the little radish behind her, she obediently slowed down for a while before gently restraining the restless Tyrannosaurus Rex.

As soon as I got off the bus, I picked up the short guy behind me and met Amamiya Megumi's big, wet eyes.

"I want to go home."

Megumi Amamiya let out a sob, her hair was a mess, and her two little braids were out of shape from being too wavy. She wiped her face with her chubby little hands.

"Wait, those things didn't follow."

Ling looked out at the rooftops in the distance, and all those flea-like black dots had disappeared.

"They changed their target."

Her expression was somewhat solemn, as if she were talking to herself.

"The direction... is near the Metropolitan Police Department."

……

Inside the archives room.

Fujiwara Chizuru took off her non-prescription glasses and rubbed her forehead.

In recent days, she has discovered new clues from the information.

Ichiro Amamiya's wife, Harumi Nagashima, who passed away nearly eight years ago, was the suit designer for the Mithril Warriors.

If there are any abnormalities in the leather case, the designer should definitely not be overlooked in order to trace the source.

She examined the documents; Ms. Long Island died from an accidental fall, excessive blood loss, and unsuccessful resuscitation.

Blood?

Perhaps it's because she's been dealing with White Walkers too frequently lately, but she pays extra attention whenever words like "blood" or "flesh" are mentioned.

Ms. Nagashima... and Hiroshi Nagashima from a while ago, are they siblings?

When Fujiwara was investigating, he discovered that the siblings seemed to have some differences. Although the younger brother was depressed, Ms. Yangmei still took good care of him at the time.

However, Hiroya's older sister, Ms. Yangmei, and her husband refused to let Hiroya Nagashima join the cast, which caused quite a bit of conflict at the time.

Now it seems that it wasn't out of selfishness, but rather a form of protection.

This indicates that Ms. Yang Mei is also an insider.

So, what are Ichiro Amamiya and his wife sharing?

Thinking of the pressure from the left-wing faction, Fujiwara Chizuru frowned slightly.

"Section Chief, here are the monster compilations from folk tales that you requested."

Tanaka, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, didn't dare to breathe loudly in front of Fujiwara Chizuru.

"Ok, alright, Thanks."

The policewoman took the documents, only to find that Tanaka was still there.

"What else?"

"Ah, what I meant was, Section Chief, don't work too hard. We're here for you to use at your beck and call." The big guy scratched his head.

"no need."

Fujiwara Chizuru opened the file and said, "Too many people handling the files will make things chaotic. Just be more proactive in your attendance."

"Oh," Tanaka replied in a muffled voice, looking disappointed.

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