Chapter 610: Chapter 288: Major Family Events III: Night of the Witch (Part 3)

October 26th, 1:00 PM, snowy day, Old Jingmai District, abandoned train station, Platform 7.

Ke Mingye walked from the entrance, slowly approached the storage locker, and removed his Lan Ou helmet, revealing a pale face with strands of sweat-soaked hair hanging in front of his forehead, obscuring his eyes.

He stood still, then slightly tilted his head back, taking a deep breath of the chilly air.

Then, he sat down on a public wooden bench behind him, hunching over, staring at the falling snow above the tracks, lost in thought.

“Indeed, Bai Zini has already been captured by them. Why didn’t she discuss it with me before going to look for He Yinlu? No… I should have told her earlier, He Yinlu is still alive, and she has become a witch.”

Ke Mingye slightly opened his mouth, exhaling a puff of white mist.

He originally feared that Bai Zini, upon learning that Witch Black Rose was her “deceased” friend He Yinlu, would do something impulsive, just like on the night when the witches arrived; upon seeing Black Rose, Bai Zini rushed forward without thinking, leading to a complete collapse.

That’s why he kept it from Bai Zini, but the result turned out to be the opposite–those witches took advantage of Black Rose and Ash’s relationship to lure her away from him.

Thinking of this, Ke Mingye slowly lowered his head, his gaze wandering.

“Even Xizi Yue doesn’t know where exactly the witches’ meeting space is located, so we can only wait… In five days, the Night of the Witches will arrive, and then there will be a chance to bring Bai Zini back.”

As he was thinking, a bright red bubble popped up on the “Chat System” icon in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

Ke Mingye immediately looked up, thought for a moment, moved his index finger to burst the bubble, and then a chat panel popped up in front of him.

The name on the panel was very familiar; it was his Dog-headed Strategist.

[Fan Quan: As per tradition, we will leave this city before October 31st. Considering the average strength of the current player group, getting involved in this battle means certain death or injury.]

Ke Mingye glanced at the message, typed quickly with his thoughts, and replied.

[Failed Man: I understand, but don’t rush on the Night of the Witches; lend me a paper doll.]

[Fan Quan: Paper doll?]

[Failed Man: You said before that the paper dolls you create with the “Door of Humanities,” even if far away from you, can still unleash skills.]

[Fan Quan: That’s correct, theoretically, I could be in Russia, as long as the paper doll is with you, I can use skills to help you.]

[Failed Man: That’s enough, that way you won’t get involved either.]

[Fan Quan: Which one do you want? Although my skills are enhanced, I can only specify one paper doll each time; the rest are randomly refreshed.]

[Failed Man: Freud.]

[Fan Quan: I can give you that. But are you sure you don’t want to leave with me? This time the scale is much larger than the Bloodline Hunter incident, even the Round Table Council might show up, and it wouldn’t be surprising if the entire city gets destroyed, I don’t recommend you stay here.]

[Failed Man: No, I won’t leave.]

[Failed Man: Take Paranoia, Qing Meng, Ju Zipi, and have Top Bull use the travel ticket to go back to Japan. I’m enough to stay behind alone.]

[Fan Quan: Is that so, I understand. On that day come find me at the train station in Old Jingmai District, and I’ll hand over the paper doll before taking the train to leave.]

[Failed Man: Ok, we’ll be in touch then.]

After sending the last message, Ke Mingye closed the panel, slowly got up from the wooden bench, took off his combat suit and put on a thick cotton jacket.

He stuffed his hands into the jacket pockets, pulling out a smartphone.

Ke Mingye slightly raised his eyebrows; he had just turned on the phone only to find Bai Wenna cursing in the family group chat. Upon scrolling through the message history, he discovered that Ke Youqing had posted a message half an hour ago.

It was an audio message; dad’s voice, a bit muffled, stated he drank too much and fell asleep last night, and he would be working out of town with colleagues for the next few days, not able to reply to messages temporarily, and to contact him after he’s back if there’s anything.

Then, Bai Wenna bombarded him with messages in the chat group, essentially saying “Bai Zini is missing, where have you, as a father, gone?” “You were also nowhere to be seen during the last zombie siege” and so on and so forth.

But Ke Youqing didn’t reply, and even attempts to call him were met with unavailability.

Ke Mingye listened to the audio message sent by his dad twice, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to rub the redness off his freezing nose.

“Like hell I believe that. It’s clearly a prerecorded message; probably he set it to automatically send this message in the group whenever he’s in trouble or too busy to come home…”

He thought to himself, put the smartphone back into his pocket, then slowly walked off the platform.

“But what on earth is dad doing really? He usually only operates within the Huanjing area, I rarely see him flying all over the world like my older brother, especially at a time like this when he’s not around.”

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October 26th, 1:00 PM, Huanjing time.

Bai Zini was asleep and had a dream.

In the dream, it was dusk, she was walking on a pedestrian bridge with He Yinlu and Lin Jiaqi. The setting sun cast their shadows on the ground. They leaned on the railing of the bridge, watching the traffic flow back and forth.

“Being a magical girl is so tiring, coming home wounded and still having to do homework, getting scolded by parents,” He Yinlu held her face in her hands, looking down at the street, “Sometimes I really want to jump off from here and let the cars hit me to death.”

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