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Chapter 125 Shen Miaowei

Gucheng, central district.

Villa complex in Special Zone No. 1.

This is the residence of Gucheng's upper class.

In one of the villas, named "Scarlet Eden," a woman wearing only a pure white bikini is lying on a sun lounger.

On the left, a android maid is holding an iced cocktail with a straw, while on the right, an android maid is giving a massage to a woman.

"Xin'er, come up here."

Bai Qimeng took a sip of wine through a straw, exclaimed, and said to the girl in the pool.

"I have something to tell you."

wow-

Lin Xin'er, dressed in a dark blue school swimsuit, emerged from the clean pool, splashing water in her wake.

She took off her swimming cap, shook her wet hair, and slowly walked up to Bai Qimeng.

"Boss, what can I do for you?"

“An Haoyu has convinced the board of directors to send you to assist the police department in apprehending a group of wanted criminals.”

Bai Qimeng crossed her long legs and laughed.

An Haoyu...

Upon hearing this name, Lin Xin'er lowered her eyes, a hint of murderous intent flashing in them.

Of course she knew this person.

She was frail from childhood due to a hereditary disease and almost died when she was fourteen. It was her father, Lin Zhifeng, who accumulated enough points in the conglomerate and begged people everywhere to send her to the laboratory as one of the first volunteers of the "Demon Warrior Transformation Project," thus giving her a chance to live.

An Haoyu is the person in charge of this project.

During the reformation, Lin Xin'er suffered a lot of torment, or rather, all the "volunteers" suffered a lot... various blood draws, sample collections, injections, inhuman pain tolerance tests, etc.

This guy doesn't even consider them human beings.

On the other hand, his father, under his instructions, was assigned to Cupid Household as a corporate spy, constantly stealing disaster materials for the laboratory... to the point that when he was finally caught, he dared not reveal the conglomerate's information and took the blame himself.

Bai Qimeng told her all of this in private.

"You want me to help the police department catch fugitives?"

Lin Xin'er frowned slightly and asked.

"why?"

“‘Ghost Grid’ was originally considered An Haoyu’s black glove, but after Section Chief Chu from the Overlook Bureau made his move, this group of desperados was doomed, so he thought he could make use of them.”

Bai Qimeng lay on the sun lounger and chuckled.

"You are now a celebrity created and packaged by the conglomerate. Doing such a righteous thing will be beneficial for publicity and enhance the conglomerate's positive image."

"..."

Lin Xin'er fell silent.

She knew she had no choice.

Just like my father.

She was just a pawn manipulated by the conglomerate, doing whatever they told her to do... She thought that being forcefully pulled into Bai Qimeng's life as her bodyguard would give her a little more freedom, but in the end, it made no difference.

"Xin'er, this is just something An Haoyu asked you to do by using the board's name as leverage. As for me, there's something else I need you to do."

Bai Qimeng looked at the expressionless girl and, without waiting for a response, continued:

"After this is over, the conglomerate will arrange a press conference for an exclusive interview with you... I want you to publicly state in the interview that you intercepted An Haoyu's call records from the wanted criminal during the operation, proving that he is the mastermind behind 'Ghost Grid' and a traitor within the Shining Conglomerate."

"?!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xin'er looked up sharply.

An expression of disbelief crossed her face.

The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole follows...

Turning against An Haoyu?
But what's the point?
She was well aware of the consequences of doing so, which made it even more difficult for her to understand Bai Qimeng's motives.

"Don't worry, I already have the evidence, I'm just waiting for an opportunity."

Bai Qimeng said calmly.

"You don't need to be afraid of being abandoned by the conglomerate. I will back you up. This matter will only benefit you... Not only will you be able to avenge your father, but you will also further enhance your positive image. Believe me, the conglomerate will only value you more."

"Boss, why...why are you helping me?"

Lin Xin'er looked at the other person with a complicated expression.

"Am I worth you doing this?"

"Lovely girls are all the same, and the caged cuckoo is one in a million, but you have captured my heart."

Bai Qimeng sat up and waved her hand.

"Don't overthink it. I've been putting up with that guy for a long time and have wanted to get rid of him for a while... The more powerful he becomes on the board, the more disadvantageous it is for me."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xin'er assumed that Lin Xin'er was just making excuses to comfort herself, and she was touched.

She lowered her head and said in a slightly trembling voice:

"Thank you, Sister Bai."

"Oh, not calling me boss anymore?"

Bai Qimeng smiled knowingly, which made Lin Xin'er clench her fists and bury her head even lower.

However, she still had something to say.

She did make many preparations to get rid of An Haoyu, but no one knows her true purpose.

Fifteen years ago, during the fall of Luo City in Nanzhou, the brave warrior who sacrificed herself to cover the evacuation of the people—the 'Wax Master' Bai Yanwei—was her aunt.

The root cause of the disaster was the insatiable greed of a high-ranking group within the Gear Consortium... This matter was covered up and has been buried for a long time.

Bai Qi dreams of revenge.

Her parents had strongly opposed it, but she never forgot the angelic woman and the kindness she had shown her.

She wanted to seek justice.

No one can get justice for my aunt, for the brave men who sacrificed their lives, or for the millions of people who died in Los Angeles.

An Haoyu actually has another very hidden identity—a spy for the Gear Corporation.

Does the board of directors of the Shining Consortium know about this?

know.

This is one of the reasons why she is so fearless.

Aside from An Haoyu, Bai Qimeng only wanted to collect the interest. She was more interested in taking advantage of the situation to obtain the "identity key" unique to the Gear Group from him.

This will be the second step in her "rush to the windmill." As for what the first step will be?
That is to find a trustworthy partner to accompany her on her journey... Lin Xin'er and Wang Xi are both considered as alternatives, and if all else fails, there is also the follower Mao Ye Wang.

It's not a solo effort after all.

...

...

The day after the date ended.

July 23rd, early in the morning.

Wang Xi woke up before the alarm clock rang.

He lay in bed, examining his mind as usual.

I don't know if I don't see it, I'm startled when I see it.

"Anchoring the World: Mysterious"

Current progress: 85% (estimated time: 148 hours and 53 minutes)

There are about six days left until the second other world is completely captured.

At the same time, perhaps because the progress bar was almost full, Wang Xi noticed that there seemed to be a new change in the long, narrow, dark rift in Caius.

Gray mist could be seen spreading through the cracks.

A faint murmur could be heard.

It was a young girl's voice, clear, lively, and with a soft, sweet quality:
"It's strange, why does this face keep appearing in my dreams?"

"I've never seen him before, yet I have a strange sense of familiarity... Who exactly is he?"

"Gods? Bodhisattvas? Or are they demons?"

"Sigh, this is so strange, I don't dare tell Dad, lest he lecture me again... But who should I tell? Xiaoyu? That big mouth of hers is too easily startled, no way. Aunt Huang? She's too old, she might be frightened, no way either."

"It seems I'm the only one who can keep this secret. But... I never get tired of looking at this face, it's so beautiful, hee hee."

"If only my future husband were this handsome... What a pity, sigh."

The girl kept talking to herself, sometimes nervous, sometimes sentimental, sometimes happy, and sometimes sad.

There was silence for a few seconds.

The girl suddenly seemed to have made up her mind, took a deep breath, and whispered:

"It is said that Zhang Sengyao painted four dragons on the wall but did not paint their eyes, because if he did, they would fly away. I am not a great painter. My painting of the eyes is not enough to bring people to life... Don't worry, it's just a painting, a piece of paper, it's fine."

Then came a rustling sound.

It looks like painting.

Wang Xi soon noticed that the gray mist in the crevice had dissipated on its own.

He then saw the scene beyond the fog—

It was a girl sitting on a pear wood stool.

At eighteen or nineteen, with bright almond-shaped eyes and a gentle smile, she wore a simple cheongsam that accentuated her slender figure. Her black hair was half-tied up, adorned with a jade hairpin, and her eyes were lowered as she held a charcoal pencil.

The place she was in seemed to be her own bedroom, not large, but tastefully decorated and quite elegant.

"So lovely……"

The girl cupped her face in one hand, tilting her head and lost in thought.

Who exactly are you?

Wang Xi suddenly remembered that in the footage Caius had captured earlier, the girl was painting a portrait—could the person in the painting be himself?

As she finished adding the finishing touches to the portrait, she unexpectedly gained "sight" and was able to glimpse that world.

Through the gray fog, he looked at the girl who bore a striking resemblance to his ex-girlfriend, Xu Mowan, and was secretly amazed.

Wang Xi thought for a moment, then tentatively began to speak:
"Who do you think I am?"

"what!!"

The girl jolted and cried out in surprise.

He fell backward and crashed to the ground.

...

...

After a while.

After dealing with the nanny, Huang Ma, and the maid, Xiao Yu, who had come to check on the situation, Shen Miaowei locked the door and carefully walked back to the easel.

"You...are you a human or a ghost?!"

The girl, clutching prayer beads, a cross, and a peach wood sword, spoke nervously.

"Can't it be a god?"

Wang Xi chuckled softly.

Upon hearing this, the girl was taken aback.

She was skeptical at first, but eventually seemed to have convinced herself, and said:
"It's so beautiful, it really doesn't look like a ghost. Humans couldn't live inside a painting... Could it really be a deity?!"

Wang Xi found this girl interesting; she would believe anything he made up on the spot.

The girl put down her "magical weapon," bowed to Wang Xiying, and said nervously:
"This humble woman, Shen Miaowei, pays her respects to the venerable immortal. May I ask your venerable title? And why do you frequently appear in my dreams...?"

Wang Xi sat up in bed, walked to the window and drew back the curtains, looking at the bright morning light outside with a thoughtful expression.

He thought for a moment, then said in a tone of quiet contemplation, as if speaking to a reclusive sage:

"I am Wang Xizhi, chief of Kaigua Peak, from Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Sanxing Xieyue Cave, Fengling Yueying Sect."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Miaowei froze on the spot.

She opened her mouth slightly, seemingly stunned by the series of unfamiliar titles.

Then, the person in the painting said:

“Miss Shen is a person of great fortune and wisdom, destined for this extraordinary destiny. However…”

The voice paused, carrying a hint of deeper meaning.

"Just what?"

Shen Miaowei unconsciously clenched her small hands.

"It's just that this fortune has not yet been guided, and the wisdom still needs to be enlightened."

The voices of the people in the painting became ethereal.

"I wonder if Miss Shen has been troubled lately, or encountered anything... unusual?"

(End of this chapter)