Unspeakable bubbles

As the dean led the way, he recalled, "When asked why, the child only said she went to play with a friend. Sometimes she would talk to herself in the room, which was also talking to that 'friend'."

“But officer, none of us have ever seen the ‘friend’ Bubble mentioned.” As if to increase the credibility of his words, the dean looked at the people behind him.

Everyone nodded in agreement, "We've never seen it before."

“I have met every single one of the children here, so it’s impossible for them to be the friends that Bubble mentioned.”

"Does not exist"

"impossible"

"That way we won't bother you anymore, but... once we get to the police officer, you can see for yourself."

The dean stepped aside so that the two police officers could see the details of the yard.

The man was no longer concerned with the incorrect address; he was somewhat lost in thought as he gazed at the blooming flowers in the courtyard.

Violets, tulips, black roses, jasmine, lilies, sunflowers... what unfolded before him was a sea of ​​flowers blooming freely regardless of the season.

After the initial shock, he felt a chill in his heart.

Some of these flowers are named, while others are not. Regardless of whether this dilapidated orphanage has the financial resources and energy to maintain this sea of ​​flowers, their very existence challenges the rules of the world.

Aya looked up as snowflakes drifted slowly down from the sky. She then carefully examined the sea of ​​flowers before her, her face suddenly turning deathly pale.

“Officers, look,” the director frowned, “we haven’t had the resources to hire gardeners for a long time. Here, whoever has time tends to things like weeding.”

"Can......"

"When did it become like this?"

"About three days ago, this place was originally abandoned, but overnight..."

"Why aren't the details written in the report!" Aya's voice suddenly became sharp. She rudely interrupted the dean and stared intently at him as she asked.

"Isn't this written?" The elderly dean asked, somewhat puzzled. "Flowers suddenly sprouted in the yard a few days ago."

"..." The man twitched the corner of his mouth and stopped his partner from exploding with a look.

“Dean, this isn’t a situation that can be dismissed as something like ‘suddenly blooming flowers.’ Depending on the circumstances, we… never mind.” Looking at the bewildered dean, he suddenly sighed.

The man took out his phone. "Headquarters, headquarters, number SJSHDFJ calling for backup."

"Repeated, ID SJSHDFJ is calling for backup. There are suspected chaotic creatures at the scene."

"click"

"Headquarters received. SJSHDFJ, please maintain contact. Temporary Level 3 clearance is hereby granted. On-site shooting of contaminated individuals and chaotic creatures may be carried out as needed."

"receive"

The man's face was expressionless. He silently put his phone away, knowing in his heart that he was in deep trouble this time.

'No retreat, stay in touch at all times?'

'Temporary clearance, allows for on-the-spot shooting?'

'This is practically forcing me to die!'

At this moment, a commotion arose in the crowd; clearly, many people had noticed the unusual behavior of the two 'police officers'.

"Officer, what's going on? Reinforcements? Why are we getting reinforcements?"

"A chaotic creature? My God, this must be a joke."

"Officer, please say something!"

The man pulled out a gun and fired a shot into the sky.

'Finally, some peace and quiet.'

Ignoring the terror on the faces of those around him, the man pursed his lips.

"I'll lead the way, the dean will guide the way, and Aya will bring up the rear." He brandished his pistol. "Please cooperate, everyone. This incident is no small matter."

"Now, let's go meet the lovely Bubble. I have so many questions to ask her."

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A tense atmosphere filled the air; the ease he had felt upon arrival was completely gone. The man felt his heart pounding; though he had only walked a few steps, it felt like an eternity.

Staying true to one's duty, or giving up entirely?

The man was momentarily confused, unsure of his own thoughts: a seasoned veteran, a newbie, two pistols, and a group of elderly and weak. If some chaotic creature were to emerge, they'd all be finished.

Despite feeling pessimistic, even desperate, I know I have to face things. Once the worst happens, there's no escaping it. So... I should just accept it.

As he pondered this, the man's steps became noticeably lighter.

Reaching a wooden door on the second floor, the man gestured for the dean to step back, then hesitated for a moment before hiding his right hand, which was holding a gun, behind his back.

"dong dong"

"Who is it?" Soon, a childish voice came from behind the door.

After a long silence, the man made up his mind. He took a deep breath and said, "It's a police officer, open the door quickly."

"...The dean said we can't open the door to strangers, not even the police." A small voice came from behind the door.

The man was taken aback, then looked at the dean.

"Bubble, come and open the door quickly, this uncle has something important to ask you." The director understood and quickly said.

"Oh"

Soon, the door opened slightly, and a small head peeked out.

Seeing a group of people staring at her expectantly, the little girl was startled and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Dean, you lead everyone down first, Aya stays."

"Senior!" Seeing the man glaring at her, Aya reluctantly said, "Well, alright then."

After dismissing the unrelated people, the man slowly spoke: "Bubble, Uncle has a very important question to ask you. Don't be afraid, I've already asked everyone to come downstairs, can you open the door now?"

A moment later, the door opened slightly, and a small head peeked out again.

Bubble looked left and right and found only an unfamiliar uncle and sister, which made her look a little relieved.

"There were too many people, and Bubble got a fright." The little girl smiled a little embarrassedly, then opened the door completely.

A quick scan of the room revealed a small bed and a chair; the cramped space contained neither terrifying monsters nor grotesque corpses.

Looking again, the little girl in front of her was about six or seven years old, with blue eyes, a round face, and soft golden hair tied into two cute little braids... by any measure, she did not look like a heavily polluted person.

He could clearly hear a relieved sigh, and the man glanced over and saw that Aya seemed to have been relieved of a great burden.

And what about myself?

Section 3, Chapter 003: Bubbles, Sasha

Chaotic creatures—they are strong, ferocious, greedy, and bloodthirsty... but they're not particularly intelligent. Or rather, the man had never heard of any chaotic creatures with extraordinary intelligence.

Therefore, it won't resort to any hidden attacks or diversionary tactics. In short, since no ferocious monster has been seen near the most suspicious person at this moment, it's likely that this time it's all just a close call.

As the man pondered this, he asked in a kind tone, "Bubble, where's your friend?"

"Kuroro? She's gone on a long trip."

"Oh, so it went out." The man nodded slightly. "When will it be back?"

"I don't know, Kuroro said she's going to find her way home."

"Going home? Huh?" The man paused, a strange expression on his face.

"Bubble, did it tell you this itself?"

The little girl gave him a strange look, then nodded emphatically: "Kuroro and Bubble are good friends. She told Bubble this before she left."

'When did chaotic beings learn to speak?' The man and Aya exchanged a glance, the same question popping into their minds at the same time.

"What do your friends look like?" Aya couldn't help but ask.

“It’s tiny,” Bubble gestured with her hand, indicating that it was about the size of her palm.

"has wings"

"very beautiful"

"Her voice is very pleasant."

"Very gentle with bubbles"

"........."

The two exchanged subtle glances. According to Bubble's description, that wasn't some chaotic creature at all. It was intelligent, kind to children, and a tiny humanoid with wings...

"That must be a fairy from a fairy tale," Aya couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Perhaps the two of them got something wrong from the very beginning.

A sea of ​​flowers, bubbles, and chaotic creatures—they naturally connected these three things together.

It now appears that what's before us isn't a heavily polluted individual, but rather a young girl who's fallen into delusion because she can't accept her sister's death. As for the sea of ​​flowers... it's just another mysterious event, and probably has nothing to do with the chaotic creatures.

After roughly sorting out her thoughts, Aya looked at the little girl in front of her and felt a little guilty.

Because they overestimated the seriousness of the situation, they had already called for backup. In any case, Bubble, this 'suspicious person,' must be taken back to the organization for a thorough investigation. She will only be allowed to return to the orphanage after it has been proven that she is perfectly normal.

"Bubble, how old are you?" Feeling a little guilty, Aya's tone naturally softened.

"Hmm," the little girl counted on her fingers, "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven."

Bubble is seven years old!

"Seven years old? That's the age when you should be starting school."

The little girl nodded repeatedly, "In another month, Bubble will be going to school with my sister, but sister, Sasha..."

Bubble's eyes dimmed, and her dejected appearance pained Aya's heart.

"Bubble, where is your sister... where is she now?" the man asked, his face expressionless.

"Senior!" Aya looked at the man in disbelief. "Bubble's sister, no, no!"