Early the next morning,
Fu Hua changed into a new outfit, a beige striped jacket paired with a capable shirt, her cuffs neatly rolled up to reveal her slender and fair wrists that concealed hidden strength.
Her grayish-white long hair was tied into a high ponytail, looking neat and refreshing.
Her red-framed glasses still rested on the bridge of her nose, making her azure eyes appear even purer and gentler.
There was not a shred of sharp aggressiveness about her; she looked like a scholar from the foggy city of a bygone era—calm, neat, and elegant.
Ling poked her head out to take a look, her eyes filled with amazement.
“Wow!
A-Hua, this outfit looks so good on you!
Clean and neat, it is simply amazing!”
Fu Hua’s cheeks flushed slightly, the tips of her ears tinged with a light pink, and she responded softly,
“Thank you.
This is an outfit I saw online a few days ago, and I bought it because I thought it looked nice.
Plus, you mentioned before that you were curious about what I would look like with my hair tied up, so I tried combining these two things.
Now it seems the effect can be considered pretty good?”
She had always had an excellent memory; she would quietly take to heart any casual remark made by others.
Ling did not expect that Fu Hua would actually remember her offhand comment, and a wave of emotion instantly surged into her heart.
Afterward, Fu Hua urged her once more to finish her porridge and reminded Zhe not to forget breakfast, even down to telling Ling to remember to stretch her body during work breaks.
Her meticulousness and earnestness carried a hint of persistence.
“Alright, you guys be careful.
Ling tends to get drowsy around three in the afternoon, so don’t push yourself too hard when taking commissions.
If you are really exhausted, let Brother Zhe help you look after the data.
Safety first.
And Zhe, you too!
Don’t always…”
Fu Hua continued to chatter on, carefully instructing them on every little thing, her gaze filled with an elder’s tolerance and concern.
Ling and Zhe listened attentively.
Although it was nagging, the warmth of being cared for and meticulously looked after had already washed over their entire bodies, and they chuckled playfully.
“Got it, Mama Bird~”
“Haha, Hua, you can rest assured!
I’ll take good care of myself and my sister.
Remember to bring your things when you go out, and stay safe on the road.”
Carrying a simple backpack, Fu Hua walked out of the video store.
Sixth Street in the early morning was full of earthly charm; the breakfast shops along the street drifted with aroma, and pedestrians walked at a leisurely pace.
Passing by a small market, she stopped her steps, bought a pack of waterproof band-aids, and specifically grabbed a bag of mild-tasting candies and a few packs of potato chips.
“When going out, accidents are inevitable.
There aren’t many left in the store, so I’ll buy some back to keep in stock.”
After buying what she wanted, Fu Hua turned around to leave, when suddenly out of the corner of her eye she seemed to discover some incredible treasure.
A flash of green caught her eye, firmly hooking her soul.
“This is… Chunbulao!?”
Seeing a stall surrounded by people, a pink-haired vendor wearing ultra-thick sunglasses, who looked somewhat familiar, was spouting saliva while pitching her wares.
“Take a look, everyone!
This is the special pickled mustard greens of Mount Yunkuai.
Soaking it in water can strengthen the body, and those who practice martial arts can even boost their inner energy by drinking it!”
Fu Hua leaned in closer to look.
Every single vegetable root was plump, and their luster seemed to possess ‘thousand-year spiritual energy’.
Seeing more and more people stopping by, the vendor’s cries became even more enthusiastic.
“Esteemed customers, act as soon as possible!
There are only the last few bunches of these pickled mustard greens left, and once you miss them, they’ll be gone!”
Fu Hua had been a homebody in her past life, living alone for a long time, and even after transmigrating she had never tried shopping for groceries alone, so she didn’t understand the ways of the market very much.
Thinking that these vegetables were so pretty, and since they were the pickled mustard greens strongly recommended by the Immortal and specialized from Mount Yunkuai, perhaps they would be beneficial to Ling and Zhe, who often stayed up late and tended to have poor appetites, she stepped forward and asked,
“Are these pickled mustard greens truly a specialty of Mount Yunkuai?
What is the price?”
The vendor patted her chest in guarantee,
“Absolutely true!
I even have an appraisal document here!
Look at this seal, how official it is!” Saying that, she handed over a piece of paper stamped with a red seal reading “Mount Yunkuai Specialty Appraisal Bureau”.
Fu Hua took it and looked it over.
The format of the document was quite standard, deepening her trust by a few more notches.
“Only 4,000 Dennies a bunch!” the vendor struck while the iron was hot.
Fu Hua took a deep look at her wallet.
“…
Fine!!!
I’ll buy them!
I want these three bunches, boss, please pack them up for me.”
In the end, Fu Hua cheerfully paid the money, bought three bunches, happily placed them into her small Red Kite pouch, and turned around to continue heading towards the Public Security Bureau.
Lumina Square was bustling and lively.
Giant holographic billboards continuously played concert previews for Yae Jiayin, with light and shadow shifting.
By the fountain, children played and chased each other, their laughter constant.
Inside the Public Security Bureau lobby, people came and went in a busy yet orderly fashion.
Fu Hua quietly queued up, her hands resting on her knees.
Her posture was upright yet not stiff, behaving incomparably well.
The numbers on the calling screen jumped one by one.
After a long wait, it finally reached Fu Hua’s number.
She stood up, walked to the household registration window, and handed in her materials.
“Materials complete.
Come back to pick up the certificate in seven working days.”
“Alright, thank you.
You’ve worked hard.”
“You’re welcome.
Next.”
Just as the procedures were about to be finalized, hurried yet steady footsteps came from the other side of the lobby, carrying an unquestionable, sharp aura.
Fu Hua raised her eyes to look, and at a glance, she spotted the exceptionally dazzling star officer in the crowd: Zhu Yuan.
She had a tall figure, her 1.75-meter frame being upright and capable.
Her pitch-black long hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, with a streak of bright red at the end of her hair being particularly eye-catching, instantly standing out among the crowd.
Her facial features were delicate and heroic, and her brows and eyes were filled with the sharpness and rigor unique to a public security officer.
Her gaze was cold and stern, exuding an absolute aura of seriousness and earnestness.
She wore a well-fitting Public Security Bureau uniform, and the Criminal Investigation Special Response Team badge on her chest gleamed brilliantly, proclaiming her identity—the leader of the Criminal Investigation Special Response Team of the Janus District Branch of the New Eridu Public Security Bureau, an elite public security officer who always pursued full marks and had never tasted defeat.
At this moment, Zhu Yuan’s expression was calm, her lips tightly pressed into a sharp straight line.
Her pace was swift and steady, with team members closely following behind her, anxiously reporting the perilous situation of a Grade B derivative Hollow:
The vital signs of the trapped citizens were rapidly decaying, the ether concentration at the scene far exceeded the standard value, and the number of Ethereals was massive, making the situation extremely critical.
“Where is Senior Qingyi?”
“Reporting, her charging pile seemed to have been damaged yesterday and was only fixed today.
She has now entered dormant charging.”
Zhu Yuan frowned slightly, her pale-white cheeks showing not a shred of retreat or fear.
She immediately ordered the entire team to rush to the scene, turned around and pushed open the door, her tall and straight figure instantly vanishing into the street as she rushed toward the most perilous battlefield.
Fu Hua pushed up her glasses, a vague unease stirring deep in her heart.
A Grade B Hollow, a large number of Ethereals, and ultra-high ether concentration—even with Zhu Yuan’s formidable strength, going alone was extremely perilous, and the slightest misstep would plunge her into a desperate situation.
She quickly finished signing, took the identification documents, and without a moment’s pause, immediately walked out of the Public Security Bureau.
Relying on the precise perception of ether auras by the Honkai Energy within her body, she locked onto the direction of the Hollow entrance and hurried over, a trace of imperceptible worry flashing deep within her eyes.
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