Volume 2, Chapter 50 (Chapter 88): I Think You’re Playing With Me

Peony Street, in a Bed & Breakfast.

Du Sixian laid on the bed and slept restlessly. Her pillow and shirt were drenched in sweat, and her hair stuck onto her face like glue as she tossed about endlessly in her sleep.

She had a strange dream.

She dreamed that she was wandering in a dilapidated city.

Strange figures appeared from time to time on the streets, concealed by the fog. Like her, they wandered like lonely ghosts, murmuring to themselves.

Human-like figures could be seen in the distance, but Sixian found that she couldn’t get to them, so she could only listen to their laments.

It reminded her of the figures back in Shihekou High.

“…there is a mountain, and there is a woman…”

Sixian subconsciously muttered an obscure incantation in her heart, and suddenly, the surrounding temperature rose, and flames erupted before her in the blink of an eye. A figure made of flames appeared before her, and the only thing she could think of was…

…a god.

Panic, vigilance, fear, and awe rose in Sixian’s heart, and she felt something beckoning her to tell the fiery figure her wishes.

‘A wish?’ she froze.

‘I’m dreaming, I know that, but I can’t do anything to change the dream…’

‘And everything feels so real – the burn on my skin, the putrid wind…’

‘I’m getting haunted, aren’t I?’

Judging from what the strange woman on the street said, she concluded that she was being haunted by an urban legend.

Hence, if she were to make a wish right now, something bad would happen to her.

But if she remained silent, would it provoke the fiery flames before her.

In that case…

“I… I want to find my mistress!”

She could only name the safest, smallest, most minor wish she could think of, which was to find her mistress.

As she prayed for whatever gods listening to her, a deafening yell erupted in her eardrums.

“What are you shouting for? Don’t come looking for me – go look for the Night Division!”

In the dark hotel room, the mark on Sixian’s forehead illuminated the room ever-so-slightly.

“Agh!”

With a soft scream, Du Sixian was awake again, and she fell back down, staring at the ceiling.

“…the Night Division? What is it?”

“And why does it sound so familiar?”

A strange energy fluctuation could be felt outside, and her thought process was interrupted by the wave of energy.

She could feel and see the fluctuations – the air moved like water, rippling with power.

The next moment, she heard whispers outside the window, like a group of men were plotting something right outside.

Hearing the sound, she hurriedly took out the taser from underneath her pillow.

On the dead and empty streets, several men-in-black huddled together under the moonless light.

“Is this where the psychic fluctuations came from?”

“That’s right, the place indicated on the compass is right here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why don’t you go in and have a look yourself?”

Hearing this, Du Sixian was startled, and tightly gripped the taser in her hands.

‘G-go in? Are they robbers?’

She unlocked the window calmly and opened it, before poking her head out and breathing a huff in deeply.

“Who the hell are you people?” she yelled. “I’m tryin’ to sleep here! I’m going to call the police!”

The special operations team fell into an awkward silence as they stared at the girl who just yelled at the window.

They knew who she was – An Qing showed them a picture of her earlier today, stating that she was somebody valuable.

They were informed that no matter what, they are to ignore her, no matter what kind of danger she was in.

It’s obvious – An Qing wants her to suffer for a bit, so that she would come crawling to the Night Division on her own.

This is their most effective way of recruiting new members.

After confirming that the source of psychic fluctuations came from Sixian, the men hurriedly turned around and pretended to not notice her.

“Did y’all hear that?”

“N-no, don’t scare me! We’re in the middle of a dark street right now!”

“Whatever. Let’s go have barbecue?”

“Yeah, yeah! I bet they got beer too! Let’s go and have a drink!”

The men-in-black chatted amongst themselves as they disappeared down the street, and Sixian was left speechless and ignored.

They must be playing with her.

After the men-in-black left, she stayed by the window and kept peering outside.

She found herself unable to fall back asleep.

After tossing and turning for a long time, she sat up and was about to check the time.

Just as she was taking out her cell phone from her jacket pocket, something dropped from her jacket pocket, and she hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

Feeling the texture of hardened leather of the card, Sixian froze, holding the card up in the dark.

With the light of her mobile phone, she looked at the name and contact information on the business card.

‘Should I call her?’

She felt that no matter what happens, it’s inevitable that she’ll run into an urban legend sooner or later. She figured that relying on an expert would be the best case scenario for her survival.

She hurriedly tapped the number into her phone, and hesitated for a moment before dialing it.

Beep. Beep.

“Hello? Huacheng’s Night Division. How can I help you?”

Hearing this, Du Sixian’s pupils shrank slightly.

‘Night Division? So, it wasn’t a dream.’

She could hear a burst of yells coming from the other end abruptly.

“Hey! Be careful! You’re not supposed to handle my corpses like that!”

“And you! Look at you! You almost pierced that thing’s lungs!”

“That’s a human leg, not a pig’s leg! You put it in the wrong storage container! How did you even mess this up?”

…

Du Sixian felt like she was listening in on a human trafficking organization, rather than a mysterious Night Division.