Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

[After the Thousand Spirits' Day, thanks to your efforts and the covert assistance of Navelette and Frinina, the Melousin gradually gained the initial acceptance of the residents of Fontaine.]

Although this acceptance, born of momentary empathy, is not as stable as imagined, it is at least a first step in the Merusin people's integration into human society.

However, this is not a result that everyone is happy to see.

As members of Navilette's household, the Melousin gained the approval of the residents of Fontainebleau, touching a nerve with the Fontainebleau nobility.

As the originators of the rumors, the nobles of Fontainebleau have always hoped to curb the growth of Navilette's power through similar underhanded means.

The gradual assimilation of the Melusians into Fontaine is clearly something they do not wish to see.

As their living space continues to shrink, the long-dormant nobles of Fontainebleau, like gamblers with bloodshot eyes, have once again stirred up a surging undercurrent.

"Carole, are you taking the day off today?"

As the wind chimes by the door tinkled, a small pink figure pushed open the wooden door and skipped into the café.

"Yes, Brother Mufeng."

Caroline wiggled her pink little ears and sat down at the counter with practiced ease, propping her chin up as she watched Mu Feng busy in the kitchen.

Mu Feng served Caroline a plate of strawberry pudding, then sat down next to her, stretched, and began his wonderful daily life of laziness.

Noticing the undisguised smile on the little one's face, Mu Feng tapped Caroline's forehead with his index finger and asked with a smile, "What good news is this?"

"To make our Shadow Chaser Chief so happy."

Caroline scratched her head sheepishly, "Hehe... Is it really that obvious..."

"Right now, many residents are willing to accept our help."

"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to Brother Mufeng."

Carolie put her little round hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Mu Feng with bright, beautiful light blue eyes.

Mu Feng gently ruffled Carolie's pink hair, and couldn't help but recall the scene on the Thousand Spirits Festival when he was so moved by the little Meiluxins that he almost couldn't breathe from their hugs. He smiled helplessly.

Thinking of the scene of the Thousand Spirits Festival, Mu Feng's expression changed slightly, and his gentle smile turned into a solemn expression.

After that unusual performance, Mu Feng keenly noticed the malice and ruthlessness that flashed in the eyes of the nobles sitting in the front row before they turned and left.

Recalling the frame-up incident in his previous life, Mu Feng naturally guessed the Fontaine nobles' wishful thinking.

His smile vanished, and Mu Feng pulled Caroline into his arms, looking directly into the little one's eyes as he earnestly gave her his instructions:

"Carole, if any strange reports come in, don't act rashly."

"That could very well be dangerous."

Carolie raised her little head and tilted it slightly, seemingly a little confused by Mu Feng's sudden instructions.

But noticing Mu Feng's unusually serious expression, Caroline nodded as if she understood, and kept this strange instruction firmly in mind.

"Don't worry, Brother Mufeng."

"Carole will be careful."

……

In the following days, life in Fontaine was very peaceful. Even the usual disputes and cases seemed to have disappeared, like a calm sea, without a ripple.

However, beneath the seemingly calm surface, a powerful undercurrent is quietly surging.

Bathing in the Palace of Light, Chasing Shadows in the Courtyard.

"Ring ring."

Caroline, who was taking a nap on the table, looked up in confusion and reached out to pick up the incessantly ringing phone.

It was already evening, and the other officers, including Ms. Meiluxin, had already gone home. Only Caroline, who happened to be on duty, remained at the Shadow Pavilion.

who can that be?

"Hello, this is Zhuyingting. How can I help you?"

Before Caroline could finish her greeting, a muffled, hurried voice came through the phone.

"Oh no, officer!"

"A murder has occurred in the Vasari Corridor!"

"I need your help!"

"Sir, please don't panic, we..."

"Drip drip..."

Before Caroline could finish speaking, the call was abruptly ended, leaving only a hurried busy tone echoing in the empty Shadow Chasing Courtyard.

Looks like I'm in for a busy day...

Caroline put her hands on her hips, pouted, sighed helplessly, grabbed her police hat, put it on, and hurriedly headed to the crime scene.

Just as she closed the door, a strange feeling welled up in Caroline's heart, making her slightly uneasy.

What's wrong with me?

Caroline rested her chin on her small round hand, slowed her pace slightly, and pondered the strange feeling that had been there from the beginning, but she still couldn't figure it out.

Never mind, getting to the crime scene is more important.

Carolie suppressed her strange feeling, reached out her small round hand and gently closed the door of the Shadow Chasing Pavilion. The moment the door closed, an ordinary object inadvertently caught her eye.

Suddenly, a jolt of electricity shot through Caroline's mind, causing her pupils to constrict sharply.

A chill ran through Caroline's heart, as if a block of ancient ice was pressed against her back, sending shivers down her spine.

Mu Feng's somewhat abrupt instructions from a few days ago instantly resonated in her mind.

"If you encounter a strange report... don't act impulsively..."

A strange police report?

report?

Recalling Mu Feng's words about the "strange police report," Carolie finally found the reason for her puzzled feeling.

Even though they have initially gained the approval of the residents of Fontainebleau, when faced with difficult cases, all the residents' first reaction is to contact the special patrol team they are more familiar with.

It is definitely not the Chasing Shadows Court composed of Meilushin!

The special patrol team quickly went up to the upper floor of the Mumang Palace, where Wotterlin, who was also on duty, opened the door in confusion to greet the panting Caroline.

"Reported a crime? No, I didn't."

Wottering handed a tissue to Caroline, who was covered in sweat, and asked her in confusion.

With her earlier suspicions confirmed, Caroline's unease deepened, and she immediately recounted the entire incident and her analysis to Watling, the captain of the special patrol team.

After listening to Caroline's account, the astute Watlin also noticed something suspicious.

Connecting this to the recent unusual calm in Fontaine, Watlin quickly identified his suspects.

With Caroline's safety at stake, Watlin's expression grew serious. He immediately arranged for members of the special patrol team to follow her secretly, and then he and Caroline rushed to the crime scene together.

……

What happened next was entirely within your expectations.

When Caroline appeared at the deserted crime scene and knelt down to examine the body,

A figure dressed as a pedestrian darted out of the bushes, shouting things like "Melushin has killed someone."

The special patrol team, which had been lying in wait, quickly appeared and swiftly tackled the bewildered "pedestrian" to the ground.

Caroline glanced back at the scene in Vasari's Corridor with lingering fear, a chill running through her heart.

If it weren't for Brother Mufeng's reminder, she would have foolishly jumped into the trap...

"be honest!"

Caroline snapped out of her daze. On the other side, several special patrol officers were escorting a pedestrian with a mournful face toward the special patrol team, followed by Watlin, who was deep in thought.

Fortunately, it was a close call...

"boom!"

The distant flash of fire disappeared in an instant, and the sharp gunshots were particularly piercing in the silent night, like the terrifying ringing of a death knell.

The special patrol team members drew their guns and looked around, but were at a loss, with only the sound of Lu Jingquan's water echoing in the night.

"he died."

Watling crouched down, reached out to examine the gun muzzle on the "pedestrian's" forehead, and shook his head with a cold expression.