“Causing trouble? Hmph. Once I ‘educate’ those little brats until they can’t even let out a single fart, let’s see if there is any ‘trouble’ left.”
She didn’t intend to wait for the Red Crow Rabbit’s consent at all. Her body flickered as she tried to sweep past it.
“Squeak! You wait right there!”
The Red Crow Rabbit’s figure blurred again, instantly materializing in front of her. Its tone carried a rare gravity. “How do you plan to ‘educate’ them? With that set of techniques you use for cutting anomalies?”
“He Jiulu, I’m warning you — abusing your power against ordinary people, especially minors, has serious consequences! The rules of the Public Relief Society are not just for show!”
“Rules?” He Jiulu sneered and stopped. She tilted her head to look at the Red Crow Rabbit, her face twisting into an expression of boredom mixed with mockery.
“Do rules mean watching a comrade be bullied until they want to die without saying a single word? Do rules mean waiting for those little animals to grow up and become even bigger scourges?”
She stretched out her right hand, which had long since been fully repaired, and pointed at her eyes. “I know my limits. It’s just a bit of ‘remodeling’ to let them taste what it’s like to be unable to sleep at night.”
“Don’t worry, they won’t lose any limbs, and I certainly won’t kill them. I guarantee it’ll be 100 times more effective than the police or teachers.”
The Red Crow Rabbit’s button eyes stared fixedly at her, seemingly trying to judge the truth and risk behind her words.
A brief silence filled the air, with only the distant hustle and bustle of the city below faintly audible.
“Squeak… squeak…”
Finally, the Red Crow Rabbit seemed to compromise, or perhaps it realized it couldn’t stop the determined He Denghong. Its tone became cynical. “Fine, go. But don’t use He Jiulu’s face!”
“Do you want ‘Eshu Intrudes Private Residence to Terrorize Children’ to be the headline tomorrow? Do you want the ‘Chronicler’ to add a note to your file about ‘suspected violent tendencies and abuse of power’?”
He Denghong was stunned. This was something she hadn’t considered.
Truly, using He Jiulu’s identity for this kind of thing would lead to endless trouble.
“Tsk, what a pain.” She clicked her tongue, but an idea soon came to mind. “Got it.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, an extremely faint red-black light shimmered around He Jiulu. The contours of her face and the details of her military uniform began to twist and blur, as if viewed through a layer of frosted glass.
Although her general shape remained that of a young girl, any attempt to see her specific appearance would be in vain. A cognitive interference of being “unidentifiable” formed spontaneously.
This was a rudimentary application of the Huirui power she had discovered during this time. It was used to blur her presence, and now it was perfect for concealing her identity.
“Is this fine?” the blurred He Jiulu asked impatiently.
“Barely.”
The Red Crow Rabbit twitched its ears. “Move fast and don’t leave any traces. Also, remember to go to the west side of the city after you’re done to pick up some ‘batteries.’ There’s an unusual fluctuation tonight, so don’t be lazy!”
After speaking, the Red Crow Rabbit’s figure turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the night sky. It was a silent consent, but it also made it clear that it didn’t want to be involved in what followed.
‘I never said I’d help you work.’
He Jiulu didn’t delay any longer. Her speed increased as she charged toward Hope Primary School like a blurred red ghost.
Hope Primary School was silent under the cover of night, with only a few streetlights casting a dim yellow glow.
He Jiulu cleared the wall easily, landing in front of the teaching building as light as a feather.
Based on the class information Sui Luowen had provided, she quickly located the fifth-grade teachers’ office.
The windows were tightly shut, but they were no obstacle for her — several thin, nearly transparent blood-red threads seeped from her fingertips, probing into the lock. She manipulated it slightly.
*Click.* With a soft sound, the window opened silently.
She slipped inside. The office was pitch black, saved only by the faint light of a computer screen on standby.
Student records were usually on the head teacher’s computer or stored in the filing cabinets.
He Jiulu’s red eyes scanned the darkness, quickly locking onto a desk labeled “Class 5-2” and a heavy metal filing cabinet next to it.
She first tried to open the computer, but it required a password.
She didn’t waste any time cracking it. Instead, she pressed her hand directly onto the case. A faint biological current surged in, forcibly bypassing the password to enter the system.
This was another small application the Huirui power had granted her clone: low-intensity interference and control of precision electronic equipment.
After a quick search of the disk, she soon found a folder named “Student Records.”
She clicked it open to find the electronic records of all the students in Class 5-2, including photos, names, ID numbers, home addresses, and guardian contact information.
“Wang Hao, third row, second column…”
He Jiulu murmured to herself. Her sharp gaze swept across the screen, quickly picking out the records of the main ringleaders Sui Luowen had mentioned.
She pulled out her cheap, old camera — a hand-me-down from her family — and photographed the key information one by one: names, detailed home addresses, and even the ID photos attached to the files.
“Li Ming, fourth row, first column… Zhang Wei, second row, fourth column… Zhao Xing, fifth row, third column…” Every name and address was clearly recorded.
Once she was done, she cleared the operation logs and access records on the computer, exited the system, and restored the computer to its original state.
Next, she walked over to the filing cabinet.
The cabinet was locked, but this was no challenge for her either.
The blood threads probed into the lock again. Feeling the internal structure, she applied a little pressure.
*Creak—* The sound of the latch popping open was exceptionally clear in the silent office.
She quickly found the physical archive box for Class 5-2 and pulled out the records for those specific students. She flipped through them quickly to verify that the information in the electronic records was accurate, especially the home addresses.
After confirming everything was correct, she put everything back exactly as it was, closed the filing cabinet, and relocked it.
The entire process was clean and efficient, taking less than ten minutes.
She leaped out of the window again and gently closed it. The blood threads moved slightly inside the lock, returning it to its locked state.
Looking around, the campus was still silent and deserted, as if no one had ever been there.
He Jiulu stood in the shadows, looking through the addresses and information recorded on the camera. A cold light flashed in her red eyes.
“All right, you little brats…” she whispered to herself, her voice devoid of emotion. “Tonight, let’s have a nice little ‘chat’ at your homes.”
He Jiulu’s figure melted into the night like an invisible ghost. Following the addresses on her camera, she moved silently through the residential areas of Yulin City.
Her first stop was Wang Hao’s house. She easily slipped into the bedroom where the boy who had led the jeering in class was sleeping soundly.
He Jiulu stood by the bed, her blurred face appearing even more eerie in the darkness.
She extended her right hand, her fingertips swirling with extremely subtle red-black energy fluctuations. Using a False Word to summon “Dictator,” she lightly tapped Wang Hao’s forehead.
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