Glasses-wearing Huang Yi was very serious—he was genuinely considering that question, not just probing.
Could humans have used some method to cause last night’s massacre? Just the thought sent chills down one’s spine.
Similarly, could a magical girl have used magic to cause last night’s massacre? That was an equally terrifying possibility.
Song Wuli sensed there was an element of probing in this.
With words that hit with great force, they struck at the seemingly young Yin Lin’s heart.
Yin Lin looked very young, but pilot Song Wuli was no child; he was already at an age where sudden death could come at any moment.
After careful consideration, Song Wuli thought that, at Yin Lin’s age, she should be shocked by this.
So he widened his eyes and raised his tone by several degrees, nearly cracking his voice: “Huh? Uncle, you really think humans and magical girls could do such twisted things?”
His sentence both stated his stance—he didn’t believe humans or magical girls had done these things—and also threw a jab at glasses-wearing Huang Yi.
He even acted out his personality.
In Song Wuli’s mind, five judges sat very neatly, each holding up a 10-point scorecard.
The acting was flawless—full marks.
Huang Yi probably didn’t notice anything amiss; besides, no matter how suspicious he was, he could never have guessed that Yin Lin’s pilot was a 34-year-old man.
He half-withdrew his statement: “Forget I said anything. Right now, our priority is still the demonic creatures. Our side will continue investigating. If you have any information, feel free to contact me anytime.”
Having ended the exchange, he slowly climbed down from the tower.
Yin Lin stood by, planning to catch him if he fell to his death.
But it turned out she was overthinking—it was a safe landing.
Huang Yi left on his bicycle, then walked for a while, being very cautious and glancing around as he took many anti-tail measures.
On the way, he took off his clothes, removed a tiny hidden camera from them, took out the memory card, destroyed the camera, and threw both it and the clothes into the trash bin.
At home, he didn’t turn on the lights and walked in dejectedly.
He inserted the memory card into his laptop and reviewed the recorded footage.
Opening a chat app, he sent the video to someone and typed, 【Make sure no one’s around you.】
Although it was late at night, the other party was still online, immediately accepted the file, and replied:
【Got it this fast? Awesome, Xiao Huang.】
Huang Yi’s face looked grim as he typed a few words: 【I owe you one, it’s settled.】
The other party sent back a message: 【Don’t be so cold. I’m not doing this for anything bad, just a personal hobby.】
Huang Yi replied, 【If that wasn’t the case, I’d never have helped you.】
Originally, Huang Yi had no right to enter the Decision Center, that group made up mostly of experts and middle-aged men.
The Decision Center was under the Eastern Alliance’s jurisdiction, responsible for handling major city affairs, especially those involving demonic creatures and magical girls.
It held high authority and could directly command special forces.
Each department had some members who could join the Decision Center to hear more voices.
At first, the person chosen to enter the Decision Center from the Department of Anti-Demonic Creatures wasn’t Huang Yi, but someone else.
Because Huang Yi was aligned with the witches’ faction, he was seen as unreliable and shouldn’t join the Decision Center.
It was at that time that Huang Yi sought help from the other person—the one on the computer’s other end.
That person wasn’t very capable but had just the right means to get Huang Yi in, which was why Huang Yi was now part of the Decision Center.
He owed this person a huge favor.
When the other party wanted close-up footage of Yin Lin, Huang Yi initially refused.
That felt like a betrayal.
After a long psychological struggle and getting a guarantee from that person, he finally agreed, which made Huang Yi feel very uneasy.
No matter what, it was still a betrayal.
Whether voluntary or coerced.
The room was pitch-black.
He slumped down, staring blankly at the empty ceiling.
Half an hour later, the other party sent some messages, which made him feel somewhat better.
【My guess was right.】
【Yin Lin is different from the other magical girls.】
【From my basic observations of her subtle body movements and microexpressions, she possesses a maturity beyond her years.】
【She has built high walls inside her heart.】
【She uses a false persona to protect herself—that’s a very typical self-protection mechanism.】
The other party rambled on at length, and Huang Yi did feel a little better, reassured that the person had no ill intentions—only a pure desire to study magical girls.
The Decision Center was no stranger to such eccentrics, and it was precisely because of such people that it could generate fresh theories and sometimes play a crucial role.
That night, Yin Lin went to work again, as usual—taking some time to make herself look ugly before heading to the milk tea shop.
Xia Shiyao was there, as always.
The shop had fewer people today, mostly adults.
Even Fat Zhou wasn’t there, only one Partner came.
Probably the others were being disciplined at home and not allowed out at night.
Without Fat Zhou, the milk tea shop felt a bit colder.
But it had a different flavor: some men and women who had just gotten off work came in, mixed some alcohol into their milk tea, and drank it like that.
They talked about work or some risqué topics.
Seeing the lonely Partner scrolling on his phone in the corner, Yao Ruoning made some lemonade and brought it over, placing it in front of him.
“I… I didn’t order this,” the little guy said timidly, thinking he’d made a mistake and accidentally caused the clerk to misunderstand.
“It’s on me,” Yao Ruoning couldn’t help but smile.
Lemonade cost two yuan; including Yao’s high labor cost and utilities, it was about three yuan.
“Thank you, sister,” the little guy looked very happy.
Made-up Yao Ruoning looked older, near the borderline between adult and minor; except for being short and youthful-looking, a boy of around 14 calling her sister was not wrong—just not “auntie.”
For a moment, the milk tea shop was lively and harmonious.
The adults noticed the child and lowered their voices, no longer discussing risqué topics.
After work that evening, Yin Lin began her first patrol.
She quickly flew half a lap around the city without finding anything abnormal, then returned home.
A few days later, the big day arrived.
On the weekend, the company was preparing to launch a new version it had been working on for a long time.
It was said to be a very important 2.0 major update, with high expectations from the company’s top executives, hoping to push the mobile game to the number one spot on the charts.
Speaking of Song Wuli’s company, it was a subsidiary of the strongest tech company in Eastern Earth.
Although it only dealt with investment, game development, and various applications, it was still considered a tech company.
This subsidiary was a game company whose flagship game was a consistent top 20 income earner called Què Yì.
Don’t think that because it was close to the apocalypse, everyone was frowning and struggling.
In fact, the surviving humans were doing alright, with no worries about food or clothing and even some disposable income.
The magical girls and human alliance protected humanity too well.
“he was seen as unreliable and shouldn’t join the Decision Center”
– So what of the guys in there who are fully against magical girls ? Are they more reliable than someone who is on their side ?
What does his stance on magical girls have to do with his position? I don’t know what your point is, but it is far better to be skeptical and take extra precautions against walking nukes with free will. Attacking them rashly is a terrible choice, but blind faith in their humanity isn’t any better