Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　"Thank you, Anna."

　Cong Yu said this with a gentle yet somewhat troubled expression: "I am indeed in trouble right now."

　"I can't prove my identity right now, I don't have a phone or any money... I don't know what to do."

　Anna opened her mouth in surprise at Cong Yu's words, clearly not expecting him to be so honest.

　"My full name is Anna Judith. People who know me call me Sister Anna... I live alone and often help people who run away from home. You are welcome to come to my house. You can go to sleep when you are tired, no problem."

　"..." Okay, okay!

　Could this person be a good person? Definitely not!

　Cong Yu: Delight!

　Chapter 1051 The Goddess of Destiny Project

　Seems like a good person (sad)

　No, it can't be said entirely.

　What good person? Cong Yu wasn't sure if the other person was a genuinely good person... all she could be sure of was that he wasn't a jerk.

　People who are good at picking up kidneys usually don't drive such nice cars to abduct people.

　"Where did you steal your clothes from? Where are your parents? Which street do they hang out on? You look well-educated..."

　Anna Judith kept talking as she drove, while Cong Yu was a little confused... feeling that this girl was being a bit too enthusiastic.

　Cong Yu didn't mind chatting with her casually, saying, "I grew up in Whitworth City, so... that's how it is."

　Anna: "?"

　Seeing the woman's feigned ignorance, Cong Yu narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything about it.

　While pondering what the other person was up to, he looked around at the luxurious car interior and said—

　"People in Whitty City will never know who their parents are, even if they don't have them, but knowledge and education are free."

　Cong Yu described the current state of Whitty City in this way... although he felt that this woman was not completely unaware of it.

　Of course, the free knowledge is limited to the portion that is provided to you; additional knowledge needs to be purchased online.

　The "knowledge" I bought was easy to learn; it was a disposable device that resembled a Miaojie shoulder and neck massager (no advertisement).

　Just put it on your neck and then inject it... It's a foolproof procedure.

　The price wasn't cheap, but since the "salary" level in Whitty City wasn't low, Cong Yu could easily inject some extended knowledge.

　But that was a very, very long time ago.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu sat in the back of the car, looking at Anna Judith, who was sitting in the front, through the rearview mirror.

　This is a test...

　The other party was testing Cong Yu about something, but Cong Yu couldn't be sure what it was at the moment.

　However, we can tentatively refute the idea that the other party is "a good person".

　Cong Yu herself knew that there were many contradictions in her statement.

　Anna apparently assumed he was the child of a homeless person or a bar dancer because of his lack of identity and things like a cell phone.

　However, Cong Yu's words and manner of speaking made her deny this point.

　However, she did not pursue this part of the content further.

　The current situation could be described as everyone having their own agenda... Cong Yu felt that it was probably time for the Hydra Mark to make a move.

　However, if the other party doesn't have any particularly malicious intent...

　Is it really a bad idea to activate a spell so casually?

　At this moment, Anna seemed to notice the hesitation in Cong Yu's eyes. After a long silence, she slowly said, "Okay, actually I'm a reporter... meeting you was a pleasant surprise."

　"..." Oh! So you're a reporter. I thought you were some weird older sister who saw this handsome sixteen-year-old magic boy and wanted to take him home so she could keep practicing [R1 then slide to reset, R1 then slide to reset] on me; or practice [holding down the movement key, pressing the weapon skill as soon as you see the blade light, quickly raising the sword to show the weapon skill effect indicating a successful ring grab, then quickly shaking the shield to cancel the aftercast animation]...

　Cong Yu could only express skepticism.

　Anna didn't finish her sentence. While driving, she kept glancing at Cong Yu in the rearview mirror: "I want to make a big splash."

　Upon hearing this, Cong Yu believed most of it; after all, in this era... journalists just love to create big news.

　Therefore, it's not uncommon for them to abduct homeless teenagers. They might even infiltrate the system themselves to extract information from powerful figures.

　Seeing the newfound trust in Cong Yu, Anna Judith decided to reciprocate with sincerity: "I might know who your father is, and the matter I'm investigating is also related to your father."

　"..." Ah, this development was somewhat unexpected for Cong Yu.

　However, for Cong Yu, who grew up in Whitworth City, this was not something she needed to worry about.

　Or rather, not everyone in Whitty City is the type to care a lot about their parents' genes... except for management.

　However, the other person's words still piqued Cong Yu's interest: "What are you investigating? How do you know who 'my father' is?"

　In response, Anna Judith slowly pulled the car over to a house and said, "Because of appearance... you look almost exactly like your father, and there's a big problem with your father's disappearance."

　As Anna spoke, she began to adjust the car to park steadily in the middle of the parking space, and took a moment to reach into her wallet and take out a few photos.

　It's clear that Anna Judith is the kind of person who is both trendy enough to have tattoos on the back of her hands and old-fashioned enough to still use wallets and cash.

　No, not necessarily...

　Perhaps during the five years I was gone, things like "physical money" and "wallets" became fashionable again as a new trend.

　Fashionable, what an interesting circle.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu took the photo from Anna's hand, and then he looked closely... Wow! It was a young man in his twenties.

　The photo was taken from a corridor security camera, showing a handsome young man in his twenties with pale skin receiving takeout from a room service robot.

　This young man looks just like a grown-up version of Cong Yu!

　惊

　Wow! They're not exactly nine-tenths or even ten-tenths similar in appearance, but they're definitely a thousand percent identical.

　What? So this is my dad...bullshit!

　Isn't this me? Isn't this me before I time-traveled?!

　Cong Yu resisted the urge to smash the photo on the ground and then considered the other party's thoughts.

　Well, firstly, the other party may not have watched Detective Peter Ho, and secondly, they really shouldn't think that there is a possibility of body shrinking in reality.

　Furthermore...

　Cong Yu's first gene collection was when she was sixteen years old, including her age before the time travel and the five years afterward.

　If Whitty City is not human and directly conceives through genetics, then "Cong Yu" having a child of a teenager is a fairly reasonable speculation.

　Hey, that actually makes a pretty good point.

　Cong Yu paused for a moment, not immediately refuting, but looked at the next photo, and then her eyes narrowed.

　……

　This is a photo of a computer screen taken with a mobile phone... Please select your screen-capturing mentor.

　The photo shows a form...

　It was filled with a dense list of names and general information, and at the end of the table was a percentage.

　The name "Cong Yu" is one of the names in the table, and it's even placed at the very beginning of the table.

　In the last box containing the characters "丛雨" (Cong Yu), the percentage is marked as 100%, while the second box shows only 66.7%.

　Cong Yu stared at the percentage column labels.

　"E.M.I... What is this?"

　Cong Yu's question startled Anna, who had just unbuckled her seatbelt: "Oh, your father's name is Cong Yu."

　"In that table, EMI stands for Emotion Matching Index."

　"This photo comes from John's Lab, and your father's disappearance is related to a project in this lab."

　"..." Cong Yu hesitated for a moment, then watched Anna unbuckle his seatbelt. As he got out of the car, he simply asked, "What's the plan?"

　Although he already had a guess about this problem.

　Anna's answer was exactly as he expected—

　"Project Fortune".

　Chapter 1052 Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me!

　To be honest, Cong Yu now feels that in Anna's eyes, she is someone who escaped from Whitdy's building in pursuit of freedom...

　And it just so happens that he is "Congyu's child".

　Cong Yu didn't really need to explain... He's his own child, so be it, and he didn't let anyone else take advantage of him anyway.

　However, aside from wanting to create a big news story, Anna Judith seems to be a pretty decent person...

　The house was a bit run-down, with empty bottles scattered all over the floor, and it smelled strongly of vodka... I don't know if she drank it all herself.

　Meanwhile, a Black man staying at Anna Judith's house, fiddling with a camera, understood the meaning behind Cong Yu's gaze.

　"I do not drink."

　After giving a brief explanation, the somewhat taciturn Black man continued fiddling with the computer, checking the footage and videos.

　"Hey, I have to go out again... to help you with your identity and phone issues, and also to set up a bank account for you."

　Anna said this, then looked at her colleague: "Joseph Jonas, get the boy some food and drink. He's a key witness and a lead. Don't just stay silent like a mule."

　The black man, referred to as Johnson, nodded helplessly at Anna's words and reluctantly got up to go to the kitchen.

　Of course, calling it a kitchen is really just a place to heat and store food... after all, ingredients are too expensive.

　Food ingredients and purified water are the most expensive things in most cities, making "cooking" a relatively luxurious hobby.

　Cong Yu, meanwhile, was settled on the sofa, pondering how this reporter could help with identity and account matters... was he really that resourceful?

　As Cong Yu was thinking this, she immediately heard Anna's next words—

　"Do you have any favorite katakana?"

　Okay, so it turns out it's not about getting rid of the real identity, but about getting rid of the fake one... That makes sense then.

　Cong Yu didn't care much about this, so after saying "whatever," he watched the other person leave.

　Then, Johnson sat down, carrying several bottles of soda and some snacks, and swept all the empty wine bottles on the table onto the floor.

　The floor was already littered with empty bottles, but now it seemed like there were even more.

　Then, Johnson placed a black soda bottle shaped like a nuclear bomb, matching his skin tone, on the table, along with some vacuum-packed food.

　"Nuclear soda and mud crab sticks, I don't know if you'll like them, but they're quite to my liking... Anna prefers fatty meat and alcohol."

　Upon hearing the Black man's words, Cong Yu showed a slightly nostalgic expression: "I won't be polite..."

　Cong Yu used to buy these snacks all the time.

　While eating, Cong Yu chatted with Qiao Sen—

　"Actually, I would recommend the 'Queen Mud Crab Stick' more. It's only a little more expensive than regular mud crab sticks, but the taste is much better."

　These words surprised Johnson, who hesitated slightly: "You're not the child of a homeless person? Wait... you seem a little..."

　look familiar."

　After thinking for a moment, Johnson realized, "Oh, no wonder Anna said you were important intelligence..."

　"So, she didn't just bring you back because you look like 'Cong Yu'?!"

　Unable to remain silent any longer, Johnson gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't this a crime?"

　What? You guys actually have a concept of law?!

　Cong Yu thought to himself, took a sip of his cola and felt a little sentimental, then heard the sound of a car downstairs.

　The documents were processed so quickly? The reporter is quite skilled.

　All I can say is, he truly lives up to his name as Harry Potter [Ha? reporter].

　Then, Cong Yu glanced downstairs through the window.