Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

While Luzer was sizing up Mebius, Mebius was also sizing him up.

In her early twenties, with short black hair.

She's not my type when it comes to looks.

The sportswear was a style I'd never seen before; the fabric was very clean, and there was no dust on the shoes.

There was no blood on him.

"What did you do to my father?" Mebius demanded.

Although her father has become a monster, the fact that they are father and daughter will not change.

Lu Ze scratched the back of his head somewhat awkwardly.

To be honest, this was a question he really didn't know how to answer.

Because just about five minutes ago, he was suddenly teleported here, from his own living room to the living room of a strange house.

The ground was covered with broken porcelain shards and overturned furniture, and there was a hard-to-describe smell in the air.

Before he could figure out what was going on, something lunged at him.

That thing was probably a person once.

His face was covered with bluish-gray veins, his eyes were cloudy, his nails were black, his mouth was open, and some kind of incoherent roar came from his throat. His movements were incredibly fast.

Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex developed from his time in the Resident Evil world, but Luze's attacks were aimed directly at the head of this zombie-like monster.

Click.

A very crisp sound.

Luze punched Mebius's father, the force of which caused his neck to rotate 180 degrees backward.

Then he lay on the ground and didn't move.

"...Um," Lu Ze scratched his head, "Don't be nervous, little girl, I'm not a bad person."

"Bad people never admit they are bad."

Mebius gripped the knife, not retreating an inch. His yellow-green pupils were fixed on Lu Ze.

"I don't care who you are. If you don't leave, I'm calling the police."

When she said this, she was not even as tall as Lu Ze's waist. Her bare feet were on the cold floor, and the sleeve of her coat slid down as she raised the knife, revealing her pitifully thin forearm.

In Lu Ze's opinion, she was only cute, without any imposing presence whatsoever.

Shouldn't children be easy to coax?

But he couldn't just leave the child unattended.

After all, he just...

"My name is Lu Ze."

Lu Ze lowered his hand and softened his tone, afraid of provoking Mebius.

"I'm a time traveler. I just accidentally traveled to your living room, and then accidentally, uh... snapped your father's neck."

silence.

"Do you think you're funny?" Does the man in front of me think I'm stupid?

No, absolutely not, Lu Ze shook his head, his expression sincere.

Mebius still held the knife, and upon hearing the news of his father's death, he didn't even blink.

"Where's the evidence?"

"……What?"

"Proof that you are a time traveler."

Lu Ze was stunned.

"...What evidence?"

"Proof that you come from another world," Mebius said, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Lu Ze's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

He scratched his head, looking troubled.

How can he prove that he is a time traveler?

He had never encountered this problem before.

Back when he was on the Immortal Ship, he told Fu Xuan that he was a transmigrator. Xuan'er didn't even lift his eyelids, and immediately started calculating. After finishing, he nodded and said, "What you said is true."

It was so decisive and efficient that it's something to miss.

But this nine-year-old girl, who is less than 1.2 meters tall, is acting like a little adult, asking me to provide evidence.

He couldn't very well actually pull out a system interface to show her, could he?

The problem is, he doesn't have this either!

Lu Ze frowned in annoyance.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he flipped his palm, and a bowl of noodles appeared out of thin air in his hand.

A large, thick white porcelain bowl, with a layer of tempting golden oil floating on the soup noodles, half a soft-boiled egg in the middle, two slices of char siu, a pinch of bright green scallions, and a few curled fish cakes.

Steaming hot.

"...Can this be proven?"

Luze asked somewhat uncertainly.

—Gurgle.

A loud, almost embarrassing gurgling sound came from Mebius's abdomen.

Her face stiffened.

There was nothing she could do; she was only nine years old.

Since morning, that thing has been blocking the door and smashing things. She dared not go out or make any noise.

She was starving by now.

Mebius's throat moved.

"You're not a human trafficker, are you?"

Mebius stared at the bowl of noodles, his vigilance still stubbornly resisting.

"..."

Lu Ze was speechless.

"If I had these methods, why would I be a human trafficker?"

Mebius thought for a moment.

Right.

The ability to conjure a steaming bowl of ramen out of thin air with a simple flick of the wrist can be described as having a personal space or, more broadly, creating things out of thin air.

Either way, being a human trafficker is a waste of one's talents.