About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"Okay, then—"

"Then let's follow and see, right?"

“That’s right—Ooooooooooo!?”

Orson was startled by the sudden tingling sensation on his neck. If he had a tail, his fur would have stood on end by now.

"Hahaha, so someone who can sense the surrounding situation would react so strongly when they encounter a fish that slipped through the net?"

A familiar female voice came from behind Orson's ear. Orson turned around and saw the white-haired Lupo girl, whom he had met once before, showing her signature jagged teeth, poking his neck with her sharp fingernails, and grinning at him.

It is worth mentioning that the other party was not wearing the black windbreaker as usual, but a pure white shirt like other waiters.

"Lappland? How are you?"

"[How are you feeling]—is that the first thing you said to me, someone you once fought against?"

"Well, I'm not sure if there will be any side effects from a direct blood transfusion, so I'm a little worried."

Orson nodded and asked Lappland, who was stunned for a moment, then sat opposite Orson with his signature smile.

"As you can see, my recovery ability is disturbingly strong. I'm already craving the next bloody fight. I wonder if you—"

"I suggest you rest for a while. Is there anything I can help you with? Kal'tsit once said that as a doctor, you have to be responsible for your patients. You are half a patient of mine now, right? Hehe."

"you……"

Lappland's mouth was slightly open, as if he had forgotten the words in the middle of making a threat.

"I'm really impressed by you... you boring fellow. Anyway, let me get down to business—"

"Your girlfriend's current situation is more serious than you imagined, huh?"

"...!"

Orson frowned.

"Who?"

"You tm..."

Lappland couldn't hold it in.

29. Pull the dog, good boy! Pull the dog, owl, owl, owl!

"Your girlfriend is the senior police inspector from the Longmen Guards who was sitting next to you just now and was wearing something very bold and cool for some reason?"

Lappland looked at Orson, with that same unsettling smile as always.

"Wow... As expected, I'm going to be exposed. Anyway, Miss Lapland, why are you here?"

Orson complained that he shouldn't have trusted Chen Huijie. After all, she was Tallulah's sister. Judging from her sister's "naive" appearance, the younger sister was not much better.

While Orson was thinking about how to fool the person, he casually asked Lappland why she was here.

"You already know my name from Texas? Good, that's good. As for why I'm here? I really like Yan Country cuisine, and this is the only Yan Country restaurant nearby, so I'm here."

"Ahahaha, what a coincidence."

Orson wiped his sweat while smiling bitterly. This was really just a pure coincidence.

If it weren't for Wei Yanwu's stupid move today, if it weren't for Chen inviting me to dinner today, if it weren't for the fact that Lapland and I both liked Yan Guo cuisine, if it weren't for the fact that there was only this restaurant on this street -

If any one of these conditions was not met, he would not have run into Lappland. And because the other party also had the ability to "silence" to a certain extent, Orson could not use "tuning" to detect in advance.

"I don't think so. Even though causality can be obscured by death and blood, the constants it displays still follow the flow... Haha! Anyway, judging by the conclusion—I seem to have stumbled upon something quite interesting."

Lappland sat down next to Orson while speaking words that he could not understand. Her pure white hair spread out on both sides. Because they were too close, Orson could even feel the touch of her hair on his skin.

"It seems like there's something special between you and that senior superintendent. He even went so far as to disguise himself to dine with you. What's your relationship like? And what kind of fun will I get out of spreading this information?"

"Uh-huh..."

Lappland smiled and moved closer to Orson's face, her nose twisting slightly, as if it would touch Orson's cheek immediately.

"For the sake of Lungmen's future, Miss Laplander, please don't tell anyone about what happened today...!"

After some hesitation, Orson clasped his hands together obediently, hoping in an extremely sincere tone that Lagouzi would show mercy and show leniency.

Orson wasn't exaggerating. Yesterday, he'd received a message from Tallulah that the infrastructure for the Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals factory in Casimir was complete, and everyone would be able to return to Che City soon. Orson had no doubt that upon hearing that Orson and her sister were actually dating (even though they weren't), Tallulah would trick Zaolu into driving the Che City in fifth gear and crash into them.

"You want me to keep a secret? It's very simple, just dress up as a woman, hahaha...eh?"

Lappland blurted out an impossible condition and laughed, but she suddenly noticed Orson's eyes halfway through her laughter.

It wasn't a look of anger and shame, as if to say, "How could there be such a vicious request!?" Rather, it was a look of helplessness and experience, as if to say, "Why are you doing this again?"

...There is definitely something wrong with this boy.

"Well, I'm just kidding, of course. I have no interest in your women's clothing, but if you want a 'killer' to keep a secret, you do need to pay the price, ok, Orson?"

Lapland gently put one arm around Orson's shoulder, while the other hand was clearly placed on the fork at the table. Her demeanor gradually became cold and cruel, and her previous easygoing and playful expression gradually disappeared.

"Stop it, Miss Lappland. I'm really in trouble. Do you think this money is enough? If not, I don't have any extra..."

Orson ignored the threatening aura Lappland exuded, and instead put on a troubled expression and began to rummage through his wallet.

"With this money, you can only buy apples individually."

Lappland glanced at the coins in Orson's wallet. If someone wanted to bribe a killer at this price, the killer industry would have to be in a state of collapse.

"Sorry, I gave my wallet to the sewer god of Longmen... Oh, right! How about I come work for you? Don't look at me like this, I'm an expert in housekeeping!"

Orson promoted himself with confidence.

"What kind of killer would need to hire a housekeeper? And what is the God of the Dragon Gate Sewers..."

Lapland did not question Orson's housekeeping ability, as evidenced by the brand new black windbreaker hanging beside him.

Lappland exhaled, and the cold aura suddenly dissipated, and the white-haired Luper killer also picked up the fork and stabbed the cherry tomatoes on the plate and put them into his mouth.

"Why don't you use violence to force me to remain silent? After we both know each other's Originium skills, your chances of surviving the fight will be much greater."

Lapland asked Orson, she really wanted to know why this young man with such great power preferred to deal with disputes by "avoiding war".

"Because I don't like fighting. My original goal was to become a crosstalk master who would be famous in Terra."

Orson grumbled quietly, feeling as though he were getting further and further away from his dream. Lapland's eyes widened as she heard this, and her ears twitched along with her eyes.

"Let's not talk about what a crosstalk master is for now... Generally speaking, I hate people like you because they're either despicable villains with a hidden dagger behind their smiles, or they're cowards who only know how to evade and give in—but you're clearly not that, Orson."

Lappland stretched out a finger and gently poked the tip of Orson's nose, while once again revealing his snow-white jagged canine teeth.

"You're quite special. Although I always get angry when talking to you, you're really interesting. I'm becoming more and more interested in you. I can't wait to fight you again until my limbs are shattered and my blood and internal organs are all spilled out, completely satisfying the death and pleasure I seek—"

"Please spare me... Then, Miss Laplander, what exactly did you mean when you said Officer Chen was in danger?"

Orson shook his head and gently shook off Lappland's fingers, politely declining Lagou's overly heavy PLAY (?), and at the same time asked what she meant by the "crisis" she had mentioned before.

"This slum riot was premeditated. Its purpose certainly wasn't to overturn the balance of power in Lungmen, nor was it to allow the infected to achieve a better social status. From beginning to end, this riot was simply to lure someone from the Guard Bureau into taking the bait and then tear off the detective's 'disguise.'"

Lappland spoke softly with his eyes slightly closed, and Orson frowned when he heard this information.

"The police officer from the Royal Guards—is that Officer Chen?"

"Who knows? You and I only fought once. Thinking about how much of the information I gave you is true should be a fun game for you, right?"

"I don't know how you got so much information, but you've been a huge help, Miss Laplander! I'll definitely treat you to a meal when I get my salary next month!"

Orson didn't even think about the "accuracy" of the information provided by Lappland, but chose to believe it all, and stood up and prepared to leave for the slums in District 23.

——Although you don’t make choices on your own initiative most of the time, once it involves the people around you, you will be unexpectedly bold and full of action?

Lappland silently observed Orson's actions. When Orson stood up and turned his back to her to leave, Lappland also stood up and once again gently poked Orson's neck with her nails.

“Ooooooooooooo!?”

As expected, Orson was startled again.

"Don't joke with me at a time like this, Lappland!"

Orson was a little angry after being scared by the same method twice, while Lappland laughed and said, "So you can be unhappy too."

"Have you forgotten what I just said? The information is valuable, and you haven't paid me yet."

"Wow... I really don't have any money right now."

"Money is worthless. The only thing it can buy is human life. Come with me, Anxin. We are heading to the same destination."

Lappland smiled and led Orson out of the restaurant and walked to a heavy motorcycle parked on the side of the road.

"Come up, don't worry. I won't take you to any strange places. Unless it's required by the mission, I really hate using those despicable means."

Lappland threw a helmet to Orson, then sat on the motorcycle seat and looked at Orson.

"Well"

"Are you hesitating about getting so close to me? Hahaha, you've already seen me naked before, haven't you?"

"That's two different things..."

Orson argued in a low voice, then reluctantly sat on the back of the motorcycle, his body inevitably pressed against Lappland's back.

"If you dare to hug my breasts, I'll make you into a thousand-layer puff pastry, just like that—hold on tight!"

Lappland laughed and twisted the throttle. The motorcycle immediately roared and sped forward. Orson quickly used the rest to wrap around the back seat of the motorcycle before being thrown off.

But even so, Orson was still inevitably pressed against Lappland. The faint mint scent emanating from her long white hair, and the slightly thin body beneath her black windbreaker—

When Orson saw the inconspicuous "bumps" on the back of Lappland's clothes, he frowned. Those were obviously infected bumps caused by the Originium precipitating from the body surface.

This white-haired Luper girl who looks crazier than anyone else, has become crazy because of the infection of mineral disease, or has she chosen to use "madness" to face the slowly approaching death because of the infection of mineral disease?

Perhaps the correct answer can only be told by Lapland herself, or perhaps she will just cover it up with another layer of lies.

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"We're here. This is the other side of Longmen - the slums."

More than ten minutes later, after Lapland had been speeding and received tickets along the way, the two had passed the isolation wall and arrived at the slums of District 23, which was next to District 24 and was barely peaceful.

"How does it feel? People who have lost their past and future gather here, gathering to resist the panic of death - it is still such an irresistible place of chaos and tyranny."

Lappland took out a pair of peculiarly shaped swords from the side of the motorcycle and put them on his waist, then asked Orson while pacing.

"Renovation is indeed difficult. The population density is not proportional to the land area. Perhaps the only way is to demolish the current walled city and build a regular high-rise residential area."

"..."

Lappland blinked. The words he heard from Orson were quite different from what he had expected.

"Don't underestimate—"

"Don't underestimate the slums, Lappland, or your wallet will be wiped out in a flash!"

"...?"

Lappland just opened her mouth to intimidate Orson about the terror and chaos in the slums, but it was Orson who took the initiative to warn Lappland, and even acted like an experienced senior.

Had this young man been to the slums? But judging by his conversation and behavior, he should be a "noble" with a good etiquette education and a high political status.

Lappland originally wanted to see Orson's panic and disgusted expression when he faced the slums, but the other party looked as if he had returned home, which made Lappland feel confused.

"Ah, it's Brother Orsen!" "Brother Orsen? Who's that white-haired older sister next to you? Is she your new girlfriend? Did the previously handsome RGB Angel sister get dumped?"

"Go away, kid, stop talking nonsense...!"

Not only that, when the two were halfway there, Orson met a pair of sisters who seemed to be acquaintances. Not only were they very familiar with Orson, they also seemed to mistake themselves for Orson's second-generation girlfriend.

"I just learned about the situation from the Star sisters. Although the riot in District 23 is not large in scale, its purpose is very clear. It seems like someone is organizing it. - Lappland?"

After chatting with the two girls he rescued last time when he followed Exia into the slums, Orson told Lappland the information he had obtained, and Lappland was a little stunned.

"Hmm? Oh, haha, yes, it seems you have your own intelligence network, which is great. By the way, how many girlfriends do you have?"

"Tutu, why are you asking this all of a sudden?! Let me be clear, that [Handsome RGB Angel] and Officer Chen are just like us, and we are not in a relationship at all!"

Orson was startled by Lappland's abrupt question, while Exia, who was delivering ice-cold beer while battling with Texas and Lungmen Traffic Control Station, sneezed.

"Aha……"

Lappland sighed. He had only wanted to test the boy's true nature on a whim, but...