Chapter 222: Hai Rouer: I Don't Want to Be Like That
Inside Councilor Mahat's mansion, in a delicately furnished bedroom filled with a girlish charm.
"What to do—what to do—"
Hai Rouer paced back and forth anxiously.
Earlier, when her Mother asked her with concern, she had locked herself in her room, claiming she felt unwell and needed rest.
As a well-protected rich young lady who had been sheltered from the world since childhood, this was the first time she had been caught with such a fatal handle. All the pride and confidence that once supported her vanished at this moment.
"Judging by that person's tone, he definitely won't let me off so easily—"
She mumbled to herself, her voice trembling slightly, "He might blackmail me indefinitely, or even—" She instinctively curled up, a strange sense of nausea welling up in her heart.
"No—"
The promiscuity between men and women in the upper class was a very common thing. As a precocious young girl, Hai Rouer had been exposed to it since childhood and was quite aware of men's dirty thoughts. She was also unusually confident in her own appearance and temperament.
As a Beyonder, she inherently looked down on ordinary mortals. The thought of what that man, James Scott, might do to her made her shiver uncontrollably.
No. It's disgusting. I absolutely refuse to lie naked in his arms. She abruptly stopped, hugging her arms as she fell into a fantasy mixed with fear and shame.
Just then, a faint "squeak, squeak" sound suddenly came from the direction of the balcony.
She quickly turned her head and looked at a corner of the balcony.
There, at some point, a grayish-white mouse, its fur stained with dirty water, had appeared.
"What's the urgency, why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"
This mouse actually vibrated the surrounding air and spoke in human words.
Hai Rouer, however, was not surprised by this. Instead, she looked delighted, as if she had seen a savior.
"Teacher! You've finally come!"
"What exactly happened? You're so agitated."
The grayish-white mouse raised its right front paw, its tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.
"Actually, it's like this. Two days ago, as you instructed, I went to the street to steal—"
Hai Rouer, as if finding an outlet, recounted how she had tried to steal someone's belongings, only to be found by the owner's friend, have "indecent photos" taken, and be threatened with, "You wouldn't want this to get out, would you?" She spoke everything from beginning to end, her voice growing softer and her head drooping lower as she spoke.
After listening, the mouse pondered for a moment before asking, "Were you detected by the other party at the time?"
"No." Hai Rouer recalled carefully for a few seconds, then shook her head, "The person whose things were stolen didn't notice my presence at all."
"To be able to find you so quickly, that man named James Scott must be a Beyonder, and his strength is not weak."
The mouse analyzed, its tone carrying a hint of solemnity, "However, he chose to threaten privately rather than act out on the spot or call the police. It seems he is confident enough in his own strength, or he has other motives."
"Teacher, what should I do?" Hai Rouer said with a worried expression, "That person definitely won't let me off easily!"
"Don't rush, let me think."
The mouse fell into a long period of contemplation.
Its condition was not good. To escape the damned pursuit, it had already consumed too much power. If it were to act rashly now, it would probably be more trouble than it was worth.
And its foolish student, whose Sequence was too low, wasn't ready to be used as "nourishment" yet.
A moment later, the mouse raised its head again and asked, "What did you steal from that person? Let me see it."
It needed to assess the value and potential risks of this matter.
"It was a beautifully packaged gift, and a small accessory. Originally, I was thinking of secretly sending it to the police station. I didn't expect the other party to—"
As she spoke, Hai Rouer took out a luxurious-looking gift box from under her bed.
"At the time, I felt a very peculiar spiritual fluctuation from that person, which is why I—"
As she spoke, Hai Rouer opened the gift box containing the luxurious fountain pen.
The mouse merely glanced at it casually and then shook its head slightly.
It was indeed a nice luxury item. However, on a mystical level, there was nothing special about it.
If it was just an ordinary financial dispute, then the problem wouldn't be big—
However, what Hai Rouer took out next made it unable to remain calm!
"And this." Hai Rouer said, "I feel this isn't an ordinary item."
As she spoke, Hai Rouer took out a crystal monocle, a hint of curiosity on her face, "There's a very peculiar reaction on this that makes me feel... um... an indescribable feeling."
She instinctively raised her hand, preparing to bring it to her face, seemingly wanting to see what she could perceive through it.
"No! Don't touch it!"
A terrified scream instantly echoed throughout the entire room!
"Teacher? You—what's wrong with you?"
Seeing her Teacher's extremely violent reaction, Hai Rouer felt a bit flustered. She instinctively walked forward.
"Trap!"
"Don't come over!" The mouse's voice was sharp and shrill, its tiny body even trembling slightly from fear.
A violent spiritual fluctuation, filled with madness and chaos, instantly echoed through the room!
Hai Rouer only felt her head spinning. She completely failed to understand what was happening. From her perspective, her Teacher seemed to have suddenly gone mad.
Before she could fully grasp the current situation, her vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness.
"Sherlock, your mission is very simple."
In the Truth Union office, Meihua 5 was holding a black coat and handing it to Klein, who stood before him.
"You just need to wear this coat and act as a lookout for the others while they are in action."
"This—are you sure?"
Looking at the plain-looking black coat, Klein's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Why was there such a large crimson Moon embroidered on the back of this coat!
Isn't that the emblem of the Night Church!
"Oh~ It seems I made a mistake." Meihua 5 patted his head.
So he made a mistake. Klein breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
"How can just wearing a coat be enough?"
Meihua 5 then took out a pair of bright red gloves from under his desk and handed them to the other party.
The atmosphere in the room instantly became awkward.
"Um, sir, if we're not mistaken, this set of clothes should be worn by the Red Gloves of the Night Church, right?"
"Cough, cough."
Meihua 5 coughed twice, interrupting Klein's words, still wearing his cynical smile.
"Sherlock, I'm doing this for your own good."
"Haven't we already taught you the 'Acting Method'?"
"So tell me, what does the 'Magician's' acting require most?"
"What?" Klein asked.
"It's performance! It's an audience! It's being prepared!" Meihua 5 said, "You wear this outfit and participate in a few more missions. Won't this potion be digested easily?"
Ah, this—although what you said sounds very reasonable, it's complete nonsense! Klein roared inwardly.
You want me to wear the Night Church uniform to stand guard for a secret organization?! If the real Nighthawks found out...
Ah! Goddess above, this is no laughing matter.
Meihua 5 looked at his face, which was forcibly tensed using his Clown ability, and couldn't help but want to tease him a few more times.
However, he had just opened his mouth when he suddenly froze.
The playful smile on his face also gradually subsided. It was replaced by a hint of contemplation and—deep interest.
This feeling was 'interesting, Backlund is indeed an interesting place.'
After pondering for a moment, he revealed a smile again and said, "Alright, this matter is settled. The specific arrangements from now on will be handled by Charles to coordinate with you."
"What do you say? Charles, who's been eavesdropping at the door for so long~"
With a "click," the office door was opened from the outside.
Charles showed an awkward smile and explained, "Um—I just—happened to be passing by."
"You coordinate with Sherlock, I have something to go out for."
"But, sir, I manage the finances—" Before Charles could finish speaking, Meihua 5 disappeared from the spot.
Um... Klein and he exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of helplessness in the other's eyes.
"No, if this continues, the management work will be in chaos. I need to write a letter to report it."