Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

"In fact, her voice is fake, she just used her body to get the upper hand, so I asked her to sing for me and lip-sync with her."

"According to an insider: Yodai Yukino often attends large gatherings just to improve her status in the circle."

News like this can fill up both sides of the search page.

If you randomly click on a link and look inside.

In fact, anyone with sense and brains can easily find out that although these manuscripts are talking about something based on insiders’ revelations.

There is actually no real evidence to prove the truth of the matter.

There are no photos, no videos, and even no audio. Everything is just fabricated news.

But it is under this kind of news that has no authenticity.

But they are full of such remarks.

(——Hey, how many times have you done this with your ex-boyfriend!)

(Abortion? It means killing the baby, what are you doing here, a murderer?)

(How much do you charge per time? I am willing to pay...)

Taking these obscene words into consideration, Vitan already had an idea in his mind.

That is to say, now is the period when Yui Miku has not yet become an elf, but is about to become an elf.

"In that case, let me verify something."

I already have a suitable plan in mind.

He opened his phone and started searching for the name of Yodai Tsukino's agency. After finding it, the corners of his mouth curled up.

This is the good thing about modern society!

Sometimes you don't need magic to know a lot of things.

Otherwise, in a situation where he didn't want to make a big fuss, using magic power to investigate at will would cause some fluctuations that he didn't want to see.

After all, there are people in this world who cannot allow him to act recklessly.

Time just passes slowly.

He spent an hour running around four places and finally got the specific address of Yuiya Miku that he wanted.

Or should I say, the location of the hospital.

——The First Affiliated Hospital of Tiangong University!

The sunlight coming in from the window cast a layer of light golden glow on the white room. There was only a round bed in the room.

There is a vase on the bedside table with a bunch of carnations in it.

On the bed was a girl in hospital gown.

She had an exquisite and beautiful face, and a proud figure that even the loose hospital gown could not hide.

The long purple-silver hair was casually spread on the bed, a little messy.

No matter how she looks, she is a rare beauty.

But even for such a girl, her cyanotic pupils, which should have been sparkling, were filled with turbidity.

There was a shallow knife mark on her white wrist exposed outside the quilt.

"Have you committed suicide yet?"

As the voice rang out, Vitan's figure gradually appeared on the sofa opposite the girl.

The sudden greeting interrupted the girl's wandering thoughts.

Normally, if a man suddenly breaks into a young woman's ward, the girl's first reaction would be vigilance and fear.

Then you should shout loudly and call the hospital staff.

But the girl did not make any reaction. She just looked at Vitan silently, then turned her head away gently.

"Is silence greater than a dead heart?"

"It's because those idiots in society slander you without any reason."

"Or has the loss of your voice made you completely desperate? Do you feel like you've lost the last thing you had?"

Vitan continued to ask questions to the girl on the bed.

Perhaps Vitan's words finally resonated with the girl on the bed.

She finally turned her gaze to Vitan on the sofa.

Because the sunlight coming in from the window was a little too strong, the girl couldn't see the man's face very clearly.

But for some reason, she felt a hint of gentleness from the man.

This is probably not normal!

Ever since she lost her voice, her hatred for men has reached a point deep in her bones.

Not to mention getting close, even if their eyes simply made contact, she would feel so disgusted that she wanted to vomit.

"Oh, sorry, I was talking to you but I forgot that you can't make any sound now because of psychogenic aphonia."

Vitan changed his posture, placing one hand on the back of the sofa and the other hand on his raised knee.

"So, Miss Yui Miku, do you want to speak now?"

"..."

Mijiu lowered her long eyelashes slightly and sighed silently in her heart again.

(Sure enough, men are like this, they can only say these random words to trick girls into going to bed with them.)

What kind of disease do I have?

For mental illness, if you cannot resolve the knot in your heart, no medicine or method will be effective.

What was the point of this man deceiving her like this?

Do you think you are still the silly little girl who always easily believes what others say?

"Well, you trust me a lot, don't you? This is quite normal."

"But I just asked a nonsense question."

Vitan shook his head, then slowly raised his hands that were resting on his knees in front of Miku's sight.

Snapped--!

A rather crisp sound of finger snapping was heard.

"Okay, let's talk."

Mijiu looked at him as if he were a fool, although she didn't say anything and didn't use any body movements to express her meaning.

But you can tell just by looking at her face.

That's what she wanted to express.

(Do you think I'm a fool?)

"Okay, speak quickly, or I'll do something you don't want to see."

Vitan's tone was still as calm as ever, but for some reason, Miku felt that this man was not joking.

If I don't do what he says, I'm afraid this man will really do that.

What a joke!

If a man touches her body again, she will bite her tongue to commit suicide.

Mijiu's face was full of disgust. She slightly opened her cherry lips and tried to make a sound.

"ah……"

A sweet and pleasant voice rang out in this empty ward.

Mijiu covered her mouth in surprise, her face full of disbelief. Then she put her hands on her chest, slowly closed her eyes, and made the same vocalization movement again.

"what……"

"I...you..."

Due to a month-long loss of voice, Meijiu’s language function could not be restored immediately.

But this was indeed her own voice, unquestionably her own voice.

She actually heard her own voice in her ears again.

This long-lost feeling of familiarity made her ecstatic.

"I...I can actually...speak...again."

Crystal clear tears inadvertently slid down her delicate face and dripped onto the lapels of her chest.

From Vitan's distance, he could clearly see the white lace wet with tears.

Under normal circumstances, Miku would probably be very sensitive to this kind of gaze.

But now she has no time to care about those things.

All the grievances she had suffered over the past six months came flooding back and were released as she was able to speak again.

After extreme repression, the natural result is a violent outburst.

Tears kept falling from Meijiu's eyes. She covered her face, not wanting to show such an ugly appearance in front of others.

But she seemed to be somewhat addicted to this state.

Because the sobbing sound she made when she cried was her real voice.

Vitan was not in a hurry. He just sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for Meijiu to vent her emotions.

"Give!"

Seeing that Miku's eyes were no longer filled with tears, Vitan then took out a box of tissues and threw it in front of Miku.

Snapped--!

Then he snapped his fingers again.

The quilt that had just been wet by Mijiu's tears also became completely new, dry and tidy.

"Do you need me to help you change your clothes?"

Taking a look at Miku's hospital gown which was almost completely soaked, Vitan said jokingly.

It should be said that the saying that girls are made of water is true!

He also couldn't understand at all how Meijiu, an ordinary human girl, could produce such a large amount of water.

Who could believe that a human's tears could completely soak the hospital gown?

"No... no need!"

Mijiu rejected Vitan's suggestion outright, but did not change her clothes as Vitan said. She just pulled up the quilt on the bed to completely cover her beautiful body which was almost half naked.

After doing all this, Mijiu picked up the tissue box thrown out by Vitan and began to wipe her already red and swollen eyes.

"How is it? Are you feeling a little more stable now?"

Yawning, Vitan spoke slowly.

He is not in a hurry now, or rather, he cannot be in a hurry for many things in this world, which gives him a lot more patience and time.

"Um……"

Mijiu grabbed the corners of the quilt with both hands and nodded with a hoarse voice.

"Then how about we talk now? I have something I want to ask you for help with."

"Of course, in addition to asking for your help, I also brought you a pretty good gift."

"Want to take a look?"

"Well, before I look at the souvenirs, can I ask who you are?"

Mijiu behaved very cautiously, as if she was afraid of angering Levitan.

But she was really curious about who Vitan was.