Chapter 114

Shaman

Shaman's home was not far from the bar; no wonder she could see him outside the bar.

Cheng Shi followed her for a short while before seeing a small courtyard in a quiet alley.

"Residents of Far-Dusk Town don't need to worry about housing; the Administration Bureau will gather craftsmen in town to build new homes for pregnant sightseeing assistants.

Shaman is not yet... not yet qualified; this house is my mother's."

Cheng Shi followed Shaman into the courtyard, looking around the fairly neat little yard with interest, and asked casually:

"Where is your mother?"

"She... committed the crime of blasphemy... and is already dead."

Cheng Shi was somewhat surprised. Not only did he not feel sorry, but he pursued the question with interest:

"As far as I know, the families of blasphemers are usually blasphemers themselves, and when punishment comes, the whole family dies. Why are you still alive?"

"Shaman is not a blasphemer!"

This delicate girl was rarely tough for once. She looked at Cheng Shi with slight anger, seemingly wanting to retort again.

But this toughness didn't last long before the ostrich hid her head again.

Her face turned pale again, and she ran over to grab Cheng Shi's hand, urging:

"Don't leave... I beg you."

Cheng Shi didn't move, waiting for her explanation.

Shaman's expression was conflicted for a long time before she finally lowered her head and said:

"One day, Mother went out to gather with friends at night, and then she encountered divine punishment.

At that time, Shaman was still young, waiting at home alone for a night. In the end, what I waited for was not her, but soldiers from the garrison.

They told me Mother was punished for blasphemy. From then on, this house belonged to me, and until I become a mother, they won't build a new home for me."

Hearing this, Cheng Shi nodded thoughtfully.

This matched up.

According to last night's observations, in the house where the Night Crow stayed, no one was spared.

If what Shaman said was true, it was reasonable.

Her mother encountered that murderer because of a small gathering with friends, and then died in someone else's house.

The young Shaman escaped a disaster.

"Let go, I won't leave."

Cheng Shi broke free from Shaman's hand and looked around the courtyard.

The courtyard was not large and had no extra things, only a birdcage at the doorway; it seemed Shaman kept a few small pets.

"You keep birds?" Cheng Shi touched the birdcage and asked with a smile.

"No, Shaman doesn't...

This is food prepared for the Sun-Spotted Sparrows; they are the most common birds in Far-Dusk Town and often land in people's homes.

Putting some food here can attract them, which can make the courtyard a bit livelier."

Bird food... attracting sparrows?

Cheng Shi smiled, as if seeing the scene of Shaman sitting in the courtyard playing with the birds.

A lonely little girl growing up with birds as companions is a warm and good story.

When he had walked around and found nothing else to see, he finally stepped into Shaman's room.

Shaman followed behind with a red face and casually closed the room door.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

Cheng Shi stood in the living room, looking at the room's furnishings while asking.

"You... you..."

Shaman was nervous to death. She stood at the door motionless, her hands tightly clutching her skirt, at a loss.

Looking at the appearance and restraint of the two, it was more like Cheng Shi's home.

"It seems you have no experience either, so I'll do it."

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Shi suddenly turned around, rushed to Shaman's side in one stride, and without a word, tore Shaman's dress.

Shaman exclaimed and subconsciously hugged her arms and backed away.

Taking advantage of the faint light from the door crack, Cheng Shi's sharp gaze scanned her body in detail.

Until confirming that she had nothing else hidden on her body besides her underwear, he took another step forward, pinning Shaman directly behind the door.

Shaman was trembling continuously due to nervousness. She opened her mouth to say something, but her brain was blank.

Cheng Shi roughly wrapped his arms around her waist, using the scalpel hidden in his sleeve to gently press against Shaman's spine.

His expression suddenly became indifferent, and his tone became cold; the passion of the previous second turned into biting coldness in this second.

"Tell me, who exactly are you?"

Shaman didn't answer.

Or rather, she didn't hear it.

This blushing, flustered little girl was immersed in some kind of emotion she couldn't extricate herself from, so she didn't hear Cheng Shi's question at all.

Cheng Shi frowned and raised his voice.

"Last chance, who exactly are you?"

This time Shaman heard it. She was stunned, looking at Cheng Shi blankly, seemingly doubting she had heard wrong.

This witty, humorous, cold, and wild gentleman of the surface, holding her, was asking what?

Who am I?

Am I not Shaman?

Her eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension, to the point that even the previous nervousness was diluted.

Looking at Cheng Shi's gloomy eyes, her heart changed from joy to panic again.

She saw it; he didn't like her at all. Everything just now was fake, like bubbles floating in the air, shattering with a poke.

Shaman's watery eyes flashed with grievance and disappointment, and then she became tearful.

Seeing Shaman's reaction, Cheng Shi frowned deeply.

It didn't look like acting.

Could he have really misjudged the person?

He began to recall the scene in his room earlier.

At that time, their forearms were intertwined and tightly gripped, and Cheng Shi had already sensed the abnormality of this little girl.

It wasn't because her reaction was wrong, but because Cheng Shi knew how to take a pulse.

He was not a doctor, but he knew a little about looking, listening, asking, and feeling.

At that time, Shaman was blushing and shy, nervous to the point of sweating on her forehead, but her heartbeat was steady and motionless.

From that moment on, Cheng Shi knew this girl was not simple.

Just like right now, after the emotional ups and downs, her heartbeat was still steady.

But the confusion and disappointment in her eyes were too real, so real that Cheng Shi couldn't suspect this girl had problems anymore.

Is there really such a perfect actor in this world?

At this moment, Cheng Shi was even willing to believe that a steady heartbeat was a unique physical talent of this little girl who lost her mother at a young age.

But he still added an insurance policy to this idea.

"You have no malice toward me, do you?"

Shaman's face was pale. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but didn't choose to answer this question, instead stubbornly turning her head away.

The heartbeat still hadn't changed.

Good, very good. Since that's the case, no need to waste time.

Cheng Shi used a clean hand-chop to knock the tearful Shaman unconscious, then took a large bag of gray powder from his personal space and poured it all into her nasal cavity.

Nightmare Powder.

Just a little bit is enough to make an adult man fall into a bizarre nightmare and be unable to wake up until the effect wears off.

The amount Cheng Shi fed Shaman was enough to drug ten strong men for three days.

Such a long time was enough for this girl with a naturally steady heartbeat to sleep soundly until he cleared the level.

As for where this powder came from...

Don't ask; asking means he picked it up.

Cheng Shi casually picked up Shaman, threw her on the bed, and then meticulously searched every corner of the room. After confirming there was nothing to be found, he shook his head and walked out.

Just as he stepped out, he saw Qin Chaoge standing outside the courtyard gate with a mocking smile, clicking her tongue.

"What, can't bring yourself to do it?

Since you have suspicions, you should prevent trouble before it happens; kill her and be done with it."

Saying this, she even wiped her own neck with her finger.

Cheng Shi chuckled, thinking to himself, you, an orderly 【War】 believer, playing this game with me?

"You do it?"

Qin Chaoge curled her lips: "I don't suspect her."

Cheng Shi said "Oh."

"Alright then, I'll do it."

After finishing, he threw the scalpel in his hand into the room with a backhand flick.

The two heard a muffled thud of the blade entering flesh, and the room returned to silence.

"You!?"

Qin Chaoge didn't expect Cheng Shi to really act. She glared at Cheng Shi, stepped forward, and grabbed Cheng Shi's collar.

Cheng Shi grabbed Qin Chaoge's hand in return and laughed:

"What, wasn't it you who suggested I kill her?"

"I..."

"Hey—you don't like women, do you?"

"I like your mother!"

Qin Chaoge threw Cheng Shi out of the courtyard and went into the house with a cold face.

She wanted to see if Cheng Shi really dealt a fatal blow, and if he really regarded human life as nothing.

Cheng Shi, of course, didn't deal a fatal blow; the scalpel was precisely inserted into Shaman's right shoulder, and the injury was not serious.

He was just somewhat irritable because he didn't find the result he wanted, so he casually tore down the mask of the orderly singer.

Clearly a good person, why pretend to be a bad seed?

Cheng Shi climbed up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and shouted into the courtyard:

"Want to be my stepfather? Too bad, born a bit late."

"Cheng! Shi!"

"Call my ass, I'm leaving, bye."

Cheng Shi waved his hand and left the courtyard.