Love, death, and false man

Chapter 55 55. Who Is She
10/10—20:00
Night falls.

Fang Yan was under immense mental pressure, pacing back and forth in his hotel suite. Two days had passed with no movement. Was this ascetic just a figurehead? Or perhaps the guy hadn't betrayed him...?

Were the things I said the day before yesterday too much?
Or perhaps it's not what I expected. The Old Gods' Church is a melting pot of religions. If you consider each religion as a different country, then it's just like eighteen warlords, each with their own ideas.

Although I know that immense psychological pressure is part of the Salvation Army's work, these things are just too exhausting.

Even Fang Yan had the idea of ​​dying sooner rather than later, thinking he could just go to the Emmanuel Monastery and settle things with Andy, who was a real character.

I had to find a way to calm down. After thinking it over, the only thing I could do was go to the supermarket and buy some Niulanshan liquor to tide me over.

Wait a minute, it's not a good idea to just keep this money unused. Let's just go to a bar instead.

10/10—21:30
The light from the retro wrought iron and brass chandeliers intertwines to form a net, the dark wabi-sabi brick wall has a matte texture, and vinyl records are hung in a staggered manner.

The dark brown solid wood bar counter gleamed with a warm luster, and the bartender, dressed in a neat vest, was making a shock.

Soft jazz music flowed out slowly, the saxophone melody as smooth as silk, lingering in every corner, gently echoing in the quiet space.

There is no hustle and bustle, only a perfect balance of elegance and leisure.

Fang Yan sat on a bar stool, still dressed in a black tracksuit and mesh shoes, with a pistol hanging on his waist and a submachine gun in his satchel—his standard attire.

But now there's a new set of standard equipment: roll up the left sleeve, and you get a dieselpunk-style water-blade arm armor. However, it only has disposable water and abrasive added. To use it continuously, you have to go through some brutal, bloody fun, which Fang Yan can't accept for the time being.

Because of the recent large-scale operations, Fang Yan also carries the guitar case with him at all times. To be honest, he doesn't know how to use the Barrett and isn't used to it. The grenade launcher suits his style better.

Fang Yan naturally didn't know anything about wine tasting; he had only learned it from movies. He thought bourbon was quite strong, but he didn't know anything about cocktails or strange names. Afraid of being laughed at later, he only ordered bourbon whiskey.

Round after round.

Damn it, she won't turn eighteen until next year, otherwise Aria wouldn't dare to help her grow up. Aria said she couldn't help with this for the time being, but Fang Yan said he could and even gave her a brief explanation of the law, but Aria still didn't dare.

Fang Yan was speechless. The ascetic cultivation method was quite ruthless, unlike his previous opponents. He wondered if he could withstand it this time.

Although Xia Bing had said that I could ask her for help.

Ultimately, Fang Yan believed that he had been showing off. Men care about their image, and after releasing Xiao Long, he was too ashamed to go to Xia Bing, so he had to solve the problem himself.

After nearly a month of high-pressure living, Fang Yan was prepared to die, but he was still not prepared to die without experiencing sex. That was just too damn pathetic. Was he going to go to a cold, hard wonderland? But his phobia of sexuality made it impossible.

"Another one, please."

Fang Yan tapped his fingers on the table. "Eighty yuan for a cup, and they didn't even fill it up. The ice cubes are bigger than the moon. Maybe they're just paying for the atmosphere."

But when a person is about to die, they don't care about a little bit of money.

Just as Fang Yan was starting to feel a bit disoriented, the bar, which had been relatively quiet, suddenly became noisy, and Fang Yan couldn't help but turn around to look back.

It turned out that everyone's attention was drawn to a woman. Fang Yan also looked at the center of the attention, a woman with long hair dyed pure white.

"Fuck me..."

Fang Yan was stunned. This woman was amazing. He had never seen anything like her before. He was momentarily dazed and mesmerized.

A long trench coat that reached past his knees, a tightly knitted black tie, and a shirt tucked into high-waisted trousers made his already tall figure resemble that of a stage actor. The crisp sound of his leather shoes on the ground rang out as he walked straight over and sat down next to Fang Yan. "Singapore Commander."

The woman removed her leather gloves and placed them on the table, her tone indifferent.

He seemed a little uneasy and nervous, his body tense, his back straight, and his eyes fixed on the bar counter.

The bar stools outside the lounge counter were arranged quite closely together, with less than 30 centimeters separating them from Fang Yan.

Fang Yan wondered if it was just his imagination.

Pheromones? She has a unique scent. Although you can tell she's wearing perfume, the aroma is so strong that you've only ever smelled it on one other person before.

Damn... I must be too repressed. Do I just have a physical attraction to every beautiful woman?

Upon closer inspection, the face does look familiar, but I'm not sure if it's the same person. It's probably just my imagination; good-looking people often share similar features.

It couldn't possibly be the person I met at the lakeside park. The change is too drastic. Her long hair is now completely bleached white, her clothes are in a completely different style, and even though Fang Yan doesn't know much about makeup, he can tell that she's wearing colored contact lenses and false eyelashes. Her lipstick is a pinkish shade, and the so-called lip gloss has an extremely mesmerizing glossy texture.

Despite not saying a word, Fang Yan was immediately smitten. She was sitting next to him, so she must be interested in him.

and many more……

Something seems wrong. It can't read my thoughts? It's displaying garbled text.

Fang Yan immediately became alert. Were they from the Ascetic Cultivation Society? Damn it, they've even tried to use their femininity on me. Prepare for battle.

As if realizing she hadn't given anything away, a sly smile curved her lips.

"You must be Fang Yan. I've been looking for you."

She turned her head, took the initiative, and spoke calmly to Fang Yan in a deliberately low and slightly alluring voice.

Fang Yan was completely stunned by this combo. Because he couldn't read the person's thoughts, it was difficult to determine the person's identity. He had no choice but to contact the liaison officer and have the person "decapitated" on the spot.

By comparing real-time facial images with a database, the files in the server's database are displayed.

Ye Yutang, 17 years old, is a student in Class 2 of Grade 11 at Yuanyue Academy. She is the head of the Supernatural UFO Club and the head of the Suspense and Detective Novel Club. Of course, these are all school clubs. Private schools are much more expensive than the No. 6 Middle School that Fang Yan attends. Yuanyue Academy seems to be a damn international school, a place for rich people.

An Instagram influencer with 30 followers, who has won an award in the Google Codejam programming competition.

With this script and physical appearance... what kind of ultimate villain is this in a female-oriented novel?
Fang Yan was shocked. It turned out to be a high school student. The outfit looked mature, and the high-waisted trousers were too tight. However, the skin condition and overall aura did have a youthful feel that a woman couldn't achieve by wearing women's clothing.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Fang Yan was a little confused, but he also put his hand on the pistol. There were too many questions, and how did they find him? Another award winner, it's pretty weird.

"As you probably know, I'm investigating the urban legend that's been circulating in Binhai lately. It seems absurd, and most people just see it as a joke. But it's true: when a Super High School Level 5 esper kills a fake person, the world forgets all memories associated with that person. For some reason, I haven't forgotten. I witnessed an esper committing murder, and I'm investigating the truth behind it, searching for Super High School Level 5 espers. I hacked into all the hotel systems in Binhai and found that there happens to be an esper nearby. I hope you won't be offended, my rumored boyfriend classmate."

Ye Yutang said this, looking at Fang Yan with amusement, as if she were sizing up her prey.

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but the voice somehow sounded strangely familiar.

(End of this chapter)