After the assembly broke up, Huan Hong and Jin Luan both went home.
Huan Hong was reviewing the reasons for the failure.
Jin Luan was researching ways to deal with Green Field.
As for Yin Lin, she was currently like a startled bird, flying at high altitude, thinking about what to do now.
If the backpack was exposed, it meant she had encountered Green Field on the way from home to work.
This forced Yin Lin to be fearful; this was a major matter involving the potential leak of her identity!
Suddenly, another thought occurred: maybe it was an illusion?
Perhaps Green Field hadn’t seen Song Wuli carrying this backpack, but simply thought it was a bit strange for her to be carrying it?
More and more thoughts filled her head, trending towards deepening her inner demons.
What should she do? This was a problem she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to; she needed to think about how to handle this backpack. Having been used to solving problems alone for so many years, she did something unprecedented and reached out to Huang Yi regarding this matter. Huang Yi knew the identity of Yao Ruoning and was aware of the psychological habit of magical girls wanting to hide their identities.
Suddenly receiving a message from Yin Lin saying she suspected her identity was leaked and asking if he could use official power to find Green Field?
Huang Yi was working on his phone and happened to see the entire content when the message arrived.
A second later, the message was suddenly withdrawn.
Huang Yi didn’t reply, acting as if it never happened.
In the high altitude, Yin Lin also sighed, feeling a bit annoyed. Why would she go to Huang Yi for help with this?
They were part of the Witch faction, those who consistently opposed the Human Supremacy faction’s use of official power to find the true identities of magical girls.
Going to Huang Yi was too strange; not only would he not agree, he would probably be critical.
Since she couldn’t go to Huang Yi, what should she do?
Looking at the backpack, she fell into deep thought, noticing the pockets and straps, and suddenly had an idea.
Today, Old Song didn’t go back to work. He still had some marks on his body, making it inconvenient to return.
To deal with work-related matters, he specifically changed clothes, wearing long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, looking like a salesman.
Wearing this on a hot day was considered reasonable.
After canceling the transformation, he ran to the suburbs to chat with some elderly people living there and even sent photos to his supervisor to prove he was indeed working.
He chatted with these elderly people about local customs and past events.
Originally, it was just to handle work, not a real interview. But the older the elders got, the more enthusiastic they became, as if they wanted to tell this listener all their past memories.
Few people in this world could live to 100 anymore; even 90 had almost become a massive threshold.
The white-haired elders in front of him looked to be nearly 70.
They chatted until evening. The elders kindly invited this stranger to stay for dinner, but of course, he didn’t stay and left.
On the way home, he constantly watched the people around him, not seeing anyone like Green Field for the time being.
If it were someone from another district, they should be easy to notice. Whether male, female, old, or young, they would appear quite special, but he hadn’t seen anyone like that along the way.
It seemed he could only wait until tomorrow.
But there was something else to do tomorrow—it was Sunday, and the Goddess of Contract had assigned a task, telling him to carry the Gravity Orb on him, saying it would be reclaimed.
How would she reclaim it? Send someone? Come in person? Or have the Octopus make a trip?
Song Wuli grew more and more curious.
At the same time, he wanted to witness History’s Correction Ability and see if Precognition could truly keep history unchanged.
Just by carrying the Gravity Orb, how would the Goddess of Contract reclaim it?
The next day, Sunday, he woke up on time, washed up, and checked his body. The marks were gone, faded away, and no signs were left; his skin was normal.
The things in the backpack were taken out, leaving only the Gravity Orb.
Thinking again, he felt carrying just one thing was too deliberate.
He also brought some clothes, documents, and fast food, placing the Gravity Orb at the very bottom.
Having packed the backpack mostly full, he left home. He appeared very alert along the way, staring at everyone who approached.
Once he reached the subway, there was nothing he could do; it was crowded, and even with students on summer break, it was still packed.
Suddenly, a man wearing a hat leaned in, almost face-to-face with Old Song.
Was it him? The Goddess of Contract’s lackey?
He stared at the man.
The man also stared at Old Song, his gaze never wavering.
“Hello.” Old Song spoke first, felt unnerved by the staring.
The man in the hat grinned and then made a circle-plus-stick gesture toward Old Song.
Was this a code for reclamation? Or…?
Seeing this, Old Song shook his head and left, hiding in another carriage.
Anyway, the Goddess of Contract had the power of Precognition; it didn’t matter if he wandered aimlessly—he would test her ability.
He continued riding like this, not encountering any more suspicious people until he noticed a child’s gaze.
That kid was standing, holding a phone, playing the world’s number one MOBA game. Even though a team fight was imminent, the child was looking at Old Song.
Old Song met his gaze. What? Is there something on my face?
He touched his face; it was normal, nothing extra, and he hadn’t transformed into Yin Lin. So why was the kid looking at him?
Just then, they reached a transfer station, and passengers began to disembark.
Song Wuli felt a bump on his shoulder; it was quite heavy.
“Sorry.” the other person apologized.
“It’s fine.” Old Song replied subconsciously.
Looking back at the child, the kid pointed at the person who just apologized and said, “Mister, your stuff was stolen.”
What the hell?
He took off his backpack and saw the zipper was fine, but a hole had been opened at the bottom. The thief had used a sharp tool to cut the bottom of the backpack, letting the items fall out, stealing the Gravity Orb.
Was this a coincidence? Or one of the Goddess of Contract’s people?
Seeing the subway doors about to close, he hurriedly rushed out.
If it was a coincidence and a normal person took it, it would be dangerous.
Recalling the appearance of the person who bumped into him: a man, wearing glasses, short hair, wearing black pants and a short-sleeved shirt.
Scanning the passengers on the platform, he soon spotted the guy going up the escalator. Their eyes met, and they both noticed each other.
“Stop, thief!” Song Wuli shouted at the top of his lungs and chased after him.
Even if it seemed like someone sent by the Goddess of Contract to reclaim the Gravity Orb, even with a 99% probability, he couldn’t ignore that 1% chance of coincidence.
Thinking this way, he treated the other party as a thief.
Chasing up the escalator, the crowd instinctively stayed to the right, leaving the left side open.
Song Wuli quickly ran along the escalator, continuing his pursuit.
The thief in black also knew he was exposed and started running on the escalator as well.
Ahead was a red sign—the transfer station for the underground subway.
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