Chapter 141: Who is it? It’s so hard to guess!

Section 14: Who on earth is it? So hard to guess.

Considering that the idol Greta wanted to see was very important, Song Wuli didn’t make a definite statement and still gave her the opportunity to take leave.

So, starting today, Greta began acting strangely. At noon, she was still working overtime, eating her lunch at her workstation while working.

Song Wuli, on the other hand, cherished this lunch break and went to the area near the milk tea shop to look for a Weapon Shop.

In this era, there were such shops, selling a small amount of conventional weapons and a large selection of ‘Anti-Demon Tools’.

Each region sold different things. For example, in western cities, all sorts of firearms were commonly available, while in the east, guns were still banned.

Every city had different laws and regulations, which were based on the local city’s standards.

The city where Song Wuli was located also banned the sale of most firearms, since those guns weren’t much use against demons.

He walked into a Weapon Shop, and looking at the dazzling array of products inside, he felt a bit lost for a moment.

“Bro, what do you need?” There was only a big-bellied uncle in the store, with a thick beard. He was the shopkeeper.

Seeing the shopkeeper being so enthusiastic, Song Wuli relaxed a little and said, “I’m just looking, haven’t decided yet.”

But the shopkeeper was still very welcoming, coming out from behind the bar and patting Song Wuli on the shoulder.

“Bro, whatever you want, just tell me. Whether it’s an [Anti-Demon Tool] or an [Anti-Human Tool], we’ve got it all here.” Seeing that Song Wuli’s expression didn’t change, the chubby shopkeeper put his arm around his shoulder and whispered, “We even have [Anti-Magical Girl] tools, you know?”

Huh? That hardcore?

Song Wuli’s expression changed, and he asked, “So, do you have something like a Magic Remote, where, with just a press, a magical girl would drop to her knees and beg for mercy?”

“Shh, keep it down.” The shopkeeper lowered his voice, sneaking a glance outside. “You really want to go against magical girls?”

The shopkeeper continued, “This street is Magic Girl Street. Especially that milk tea shop down there, they hired a magical girl cosplayer to run the place, and that’s boosted the whole street’s magical girl economy. What you just said, don’t let others hear you.”

Song Wuli: “So, do you have it in stock?”

Shopkeeper: “We do.”

With that, he took Song Wuli to the counter.

The shopkeeper quietly took out a few things from a hidden spot beneath the counter.

Pointing at a small, gun-like object, he said, “Taser gun, commonly known as a stun gun. Got it? One shot per bullet, releases high voltage. If you can hit a magical girl, you’ll shock her so hard she’ll lose control of her bodily functions. Of course, if it’s a high magic-resistance magical girl, then there’s nothing you can do.”

His voice was very low, afraid that passersby might hear.

Song Wuli also asked softly, “You’re not even asking what I want to buy these for?”

The shopkeeper patted his chest and winked. “I get you.”

“Huh? I haven’t said anything, what is it you think you understand?” Song Wuli was full of question marks.

Shopkeeper: “You’re from the Magical Girl Support Association, right?”

Seeing Song Wuli not reply, the shopkeeper gave an evil grin. “See, I guessed right. That magical girl, Green Field, arrived in our city. She’s going after those magical girls. You folks from the Magical Girl Support Association are here to buy weapons to deal with her, aren’t you? I just knew it.”

Song Wuli didn’t deny it and carefully examined the taser gun, putting it to the right, planning to buy it.

Looking at the other items, he asked, “What about those? What are they?”

“Those are also favorites among your people.” The shopkeeper continued introducing, “High-Voltage Stunner, used for magical girls with high magic resistance. If the taser gun doesn’t work and you can get up close, this thing will do the trick.”

Song Wuli: “Buy.”

The shopkeeper pointed at something else. “Anti-Demon Spray. Just spray it once, and it emits a pungent odor. Just a whiff will sap someone’s will to resist. Works even on demons.”

Song Wuli: “Buy.”

Shopkeeper: “And here’s the Magic Remote you wanted. Whether it’s little demon girls or old demon women, it’ll subdue them all.”

“Huh? There really is such a thing? Why does something like this exist?” Song Wuli was stunned, staring at the items on display at the counter.

The shopkeeper glanced outside again. No one was paying attention, so he started explaining to Old Song.

“This morning, just after I opened up, someone from your Magical Girl Support Association came to buy stuff. Asked if I had anything to make a stubborn little demon girl give in. I didn’t know what that meant, so she explained. Turns out it was this. She bought a set too. Guaranteed effective—if it doesn’t work, you can come find me.” The shopkeeper slapped his chest in assurance.

After thinking it over, Song Wuli still didn’t buy it. This thing was too nasty; never mind demon girls, even humans wouldn’t be able to stand it.

He paid, took his treasures, and was just about to leave when he suddenly remembered something: “By the way, boss, who bought the Magic Remote?”

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and replied, “All I know is it was a woman. Her accent was a bit off, like she wasn’t local. She wore a hat and a trench coat, mask and glasses, completely covered up. Couldn’t see who she was. You guys in the Support Association sure have some weirdos.”

For no reason at all, Song Wuli shivered, the hairs on his arms and neck standing on end.

Very strange, he didn’t know why.

He left the Weapon Shop, stopped by the milk tea shop for a drink to enjoy the cozy atmosphere, and only returned to the company much later.

Greta was still working, almost nonstop.

It was the same at night. Xiao Liu and the others left first, Chang Kaihuai and the rest left later.

Greta lasted until 11 p.m. before leaving, while Song Wuli continued working overtime until dawn, sleeping at the company.

He didn’t dare go to work at the milk tea shop.

For the next few days, Greta continued working hard, leaving at 11 p.m. every night.

Seeing her so dedicated, Song Wuli was convinced; as for the leave request, he was basically ready to approve it.

A few more days passed, and Greta started leaving at 9 p.m., saying she was going to look for her idol, and might ask for leave at any time.

Just like that, several more days went by, and every day she left on time.

But she still didn’t take leave.

When asked, she claimed she hadn’t seen her idol—the person hadn’t appeared for days, and she had no idea where they’d gone.

Wow, that idol must be really important to Greta. To have a fan wait for them so many days in a row, they must be a super handsome idol, right? Thinking about it, who could it be? The most handsome ones are Wuyan Zu, Peng Yuyan, Liu Dehua, but they’re not from this city, nor are they underground idols.

So who exactly is Greta talking about? It’s so hard to guess, it feels like I need to grow more brains. So itchy.

Originally, I thought Greta would get it out of her system in about a week.

But unexpectedly, Greta just kept waiting—for a full half a month, without showing any signs of stopping.