It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Obviously, answering questions is more difficult for agents to accept than offering large sums of money.

"Please think about it again," the agent said, still unwilling to give up. "If you change your mind, I can provide you with the highest compensation standards for accident injuries in history."

"That's a lot of money."

The agent stared at the bird intently. "It's going to take you a while to get used to reality again, isn't it? This money will be a huge relief for you."

"You can always make more money," Xiao Niao said indifferently, "but this might be my only chance to learn the truth. If I agree to the compensation terms, the controller will probably never come back to me, right?"

The agent was silent for a while. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he looked thoughtful.

"No wonder you retired so quickly. You had such a clear purpose and stuck to your own ideas from beginning to end... It's really rare."

"Okay," he lowered his head in a compromising manner, "You can ask, but there are some things I may not be able to answer for you."

"First question," Xiao Niao asked, "What did you mean when you said I'm rare?"

This time, the agent of the main control readily answered the bird's doubts.

"Literally, there are very few people who choose to return to reality like you," he said. "More than 90% of expatriates don't choose to return to reality after going to another world."

"They usually make a wish related to money, power or force, and then choose to stay forever."

"You can take this as a joke." The agent smiled at the bird. "Basically, everyone's wishes will undergo three or four transformations."

"Most people get carried away by the opportunity to make a wish the first time – it doesn't take long for them to change their initial wish, or even make a completely different wish."

"And there aren't many examples like you who persist in their wishes from beginning to end," he said. "Most people will reincarnate repeatedly in one world after another until they fail in a certain mission."

At this point, the agent couldn't help but shake his head: "This is really strange. No matter what choice they make, they always regret it in the end."

While the agent was speaking, Xiao Niao kept his head down and listened silently, his fingers unconsciously fiddling with the wire on the reel.

She didn't raise her head again until the agent's endless chatter paused.

"Why do you let so many people go to another world?" Xiao Niao looked at him.

"To collect cause and effect," the agent shrugged nonchalantly. "To be more precise, it's harvesting cause and effect. These causes and effects will eventually be gathered in the main world and used for..."

"'To maintain the operation of the main world.'" Xiao Niao answered him immediately.

Xiao Niao looked at the agent: "I guess you omitted a subject in this sentence."

"Be more specific. What keeps the 'something' in the main world running?"

The agent slowly closed his mouth and looked at the bird with a heavy expression.

“…I can’t answer that question.”

He shook his head. "Honestly, this is for your own good."

The agent's old face was so solemn that it looked like water could be squeezed out of it, and he didn't look like he was lying.

Xiao Niao was silent for a while, his fingers tightly gripping the handles of the wheelchair, and his expression seemed a little tired.

She asked softly, "Where the hell did my system go?"

"It's in this world, working for the Master Controller," the agent replied somewhat stiffly.

Xiao Niao looked up in surprise: "Ah? It's in reality... Did Tongzi leave any message for me?"

The agent...the agent can't stand it anymore!

Because there was no table to slap, he slapped the bed railing, leaving a red mark on his palm.

The agent angrily yelled at the bird: "—that's enough!"

"I'm here to talk to you about compensation! Not to be a message in a bottle!"

Xiao Niao tilted his head and looked at him.

The agent held his chest and took two deep breaths.

"...It said, 'It's been very happy with you all these years,'" the agent muttered dryly, "and told you to live well on your own from now on. 'I wish you a smooth life,'"

Xiao Niao seemed a little touched and looked quite depressed.

After a while, she slowly spoke again, "By the way

Uncle, could you please give Tongzi a message for me..."

"No! Absolutely not! Don't even think about it!!!"

The agent uncle was furious.

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Half an hour later, the agent uncle walked out of the hospital angrily, holding a note full of words in his hand.

It is worth noting that when he walked, his steps were extremely vigorous, and his vigorous posture was no different from that of a young man.

He walked very fast, taking two steps at a time, as if he was afraid that something unpleasant would catch up with him.

At this moment, the agent's elegant old gentleman demeanor was gone, replaced by an expression of frustration and anger.

It would have been fine if he didn't think about it, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. For a moment, he was so angry that he wanted to grab a passerby and grind his teeth at him.

"How could there be such a guy!" the agent thought angrily in his heart.

After walking for just a few minutes, the hospital disappeared from view behind us.

The agent actually didn't have a clear destination. He just wandered around aimlessly and finally came to a sparsely populated alley in a daze.

The middle-aged man, who looked to be in his fifties, slowly stopped.

He looked left and right to make sure there was no one around except himself.

Then, he stood still, put his left hand on his right shoulder, and made a gesture similar to 'lifting his cloak'.

The next second, tiny golden lights lit up deep in the alley.

In just a blink of an eye, this 'middle-aged man in his fifties wearing a haute couture suit' turned into a young man dressed in jeans and a baseball jacket.

The scene before him was like the set of a superhero movie, and it didn't seem like something that would happen in the 'real world' at all.

Yet that's what happened.

But in just a few seconds, the originally gray-haired agent turned into a young man, with both his clothing and appearance undergoing a drastic change.

The true identity of this "master agent" looked to be in his twenties at most, and judging by his attire, he should be a college student.

He strolled out of the alley, bought a bottle of water at a roadside store, and then sat down on a bench without being picky.

The young man unscrewed the bottle cap and drank half the bottle of ice water in one gulp. Then he frowned and took out the note that Xiaoniao handed to him from his pocket.

The young man turned the note over and over again, and even held it up to the sun to see if there was any secret layer.

"...What the hell is this?" He couldn't help but mutter, "English? Spanish? What foreign language is this..."

It is normal that he cannot see it here, because he is just an ordinary college student, not an archaeology major, and it would be impossible for him to understand ancient English.

However, even though he couldn't understand it, the master controller would always know what was written on it.

So, should we contact the master controller and hand this thing over to Him?

The young man hesitated, somewhat undecided.

His relationship with the controller is indeed quite special.

At this point, the young man did not lie to the bird, he was indeed an agent chosen by the master... at least one of the agents.

Xiao Niao's previous guesses were basically correct. The power of the master controller does have many limitations, so many things have to be done by agents on his behalf.

Correspondingly, the agent will also have certain privileges with the master.

The young man held the note in his hand and felt troubled.

...For something like this, is it necessary to contact the master controller specifically?

He carefully considered the matter for a while and felt that the bird's matter should not be important, otherwise the controller would not have assigned it to him so casually.

"Besides, I probably won't have the chance to interact with that person again..."

The young man muttered to himself, "Strictly speaking, that person named Xiao Niao has already died once. It's impossible for him to become a [Player] again."

The young man sighed, looked at the note again, and instead of throwing it away, he folded it up and put it back in his pocket.

It’s better not to throw it away.

If you think about it carefully, it’s actually quite enviable.

Chapter 7 Actually, my house is quite big

Just another ordinary day.

It has been almost a week since the mysterious agent's visit, and so far, nothing strange has happened.

Xiao Niao lay on his back on the hospital bed, counting the water marks on the ceiling out of boredom.

She has now recovered to the point where she can barely get out of bed and walk around. The attending physician therefore suggested that Xiaoniao walk around the ward more often as a form of self-rehabilitation exercise.

Xiao Niao is a good patient who listens to the doctor's advice. When there is no one around, he will try to walk by holding the railing beside the bed.

She estimated her physical condition and felt that she would be discharged from the hospital soon.

After being discharged from the hospital, I will find a way to investigate Tongzi’s affairs, Xiao Niao thought to himself.

There were too many doubts in the information previously revealed by the agent. Sometimes he said that Tongzi had a new host, and sometimes he said that the other party was still in the real world.

There must be something hidden behind such inconsistent statements.

...Perhaps, without knowing it, Tongzi paid some extra price.

And the 'real world' that I grew up in seems to be

It's not as simple as it seems.

Xiao Niao is not the kind of person who likes to get to the bottom of everything, but if she asks herself honestly, she can't pretend that she knows nothing and happily continue with the rest of her life.

She couldn't just leave Tongzi alone.

Let's start by investigating the source of the funds I've wired to him, Xiao Niao thought. Besides that, I need to find a place to live. I wonder how much money is left in my account...

"Dong dong."

The so-called master agent is also suspicious... There's a pen on the pocket of his suit jacket with 'XX Seminar Commemoration' written on it. Is he a researcher? Or a university professor?

"Boom boom boom!"

I could hear the sound of glass being knocked on, and it was getting faster and faster.

Xiao Niao's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound. She came to her senses and subconsciously turned her head to look in the direction of the sound.

The sound came from outside.

Added, outside the window.

This is the fucking sixth floor, Xiao Niao thought.

The hairs on her back stood up almost instantly, and her hands instinctively fumbled on the bedside table, trying to find some weapon for self-defense, but ended up sweeping things off the table to the ground.

Finally, she managed to touch a plastic spoon... This thing is hard to use to commit suicide!

Xiao Niao broke out in a cold sweat. She tightly gripped the spoon in her hand and looked at the window glass where the noise was coming from with a vigilant look on her face.

Just now she just took a quick glance and vaguely saw something in the shape of a child's arm hitting the window.

And now she stared at the window nervously, and finally saw clearly... a long, furry object, hitting the glass slightly.

The slapping action of the other party looks quite difficult... and there are pads on this furry strip.

Xiao Niao was speechless for a moment. After a while, she put down the spoon in her hand, stood up, slowly walked to the bed, and opened the window.

She leaned over and looked out the window.

A few seconds later, Xiao Niao pulled a cat down from the air conditioner protective frame.

The cat was fat and strong, with long fur and short legs, and was estimated to be about twenty pounds. The bird had just recovered from a serious illness and his hands were weak, so he almost let go and threw the cat downstairs.

Perhaps feeling that its life was threatened, the latter desperately scratched the bird's arm with its claws, and let out a shrill cry of "Meow Meow Meow".

Xiao Niao was scratched so hard that it hurt even through a layer of cloth. She gritted her teeth and took great effort to lift the fat cat out of the window.

Only then did she get a clear look at the cat.

The cat was gray and white overall, and its breed was hard to tell, except that its fur was exceptionally long. Now, the bird was grabbing its neck and lifting it up, making it look like a strange-looking rag.