Blind Spot-Chapter 51 - 049 Mist Street 1 (Xie Moci stayed up all night with

Chapter 51: 049 Mist Street 1 (Xie Moci stayed up all night with a candle for the Alliance Hierarch)

Chapter 51: 049 Mist Street 1 (Xie Moci stayed up all night with a candle for the Alliance Hierarch)

Thud.

Li Chengyi kicked open the KTV door and called out to Xindela, who was smoking outside.

“Boss, I brought the person over. Is this her?”

He dragged Zhong Ying by her hair all the way to where Xindela and Song Ran were standing.

The two had looks of astonishment on their faces, casually chatting when they suddenly saw this scene and were both momentarily stunned.

It wasn’t just them; nearby pedestrians couldn’t help but stop to watch the commotion, some even taking out their phones to record a short video of the scene.

“I knew it, hahaha!” Sima Gui came out of the KTV door behind them, bursting into laughter upon seeing this.

“If you’re going to die anyway, why think so much? Just get on with it and don’t waste everyone’s time!”

He stepped up to Zhong Ying and slapped her across the face.

“Damn it, I went in and searched everywhere, only to find out after asking around that it’s a legitimate company, with no one trying to extort her using a contract. She made up the whole thing herself.”

Zhong Ying was on the verge of tears, her face swollen on one side, yet she didn’t dare make a sound.

The situation was of her own greed. She never expected the new boss’s subordinate to be so direct and brutal, beating her up on sight.

“…Get in the car…” Xindela, watching the two, felt a sudden headache.

What he had thought was a docile and honest Li Chengyi seemed to have been led astray by Sima Gui.

Seeing more people gathering around for the spectacle, he quickly opened the car door and ushered everyone inside.

Inside the KTV, staff were already on the phone calling the police.

As Sima Gui had said, they were a legitimate business with no underworld connections. The talk of contract violations and not being allowed to leave was all fake news concocted by Zhong Ying.

Thud.

The car door closed heavily.

Li Chengyi sat down calmly in his seat, side by side with Sima Gui, and they exchanged a smile.

Sitting with Xindela in the back row, Zhong Ying could not help but get chills upon seeing the two in front of her.

“The electromagnetic interference is on, rest assured, all the nearby recordings will turn to static. However, it’s not good to keep it on for too long.” Song Ran spoke up.

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“Where to now?” Li Chengyi asked.

“Miss Zhong Ying, tell us, where did you first encounter the Mist Street Blind Spot?” After comforting Zhong Ying for a while and stabilizing her emotions, Xindela asked.

“It was… It was at a bar called Candy Bar…” As she saw Li Chengyi’s gaze turn towards her, she shivered.

“Don’t mess with me! I wasn’t lying! Definitely not! I swear!” She hurried to explain.

“Lie to me, and I’ll beat you.” Li Chengyi said bluntly.

“Same here.” Sima Gui added.

“Both of you, calm down.” Xindela said with a headache.

“Alright, everybody calm down.” Song Ran tried to diffuse the situation.

Li Chengyi smiled and stayed quiet.

From Sima Gui, he had learned something: once caught up in the Blind Spot, you never knew when you might kick the bucket. If that was the case, you might as well let loose and enjoy life a bit more.

As long as they didn’t expose Evil Flower and attract too much trouble, everything else was fair game.

The car started up, and they began to navigate towards Candy Bar.

The bar was not far; only about three to four kilometers away.

Soon after arriving, Song Ran found a place to park, and the few of them discussed their next steps.

“Let’s divide and conquer. Flash Memory is best triggered separately and is more likely to provoke a reaction. Sima, Xiao Yi, you two form one team and investigate the bar and its surroundings separately. The three of us will drive around and see if there are other Blind Spot victims.”

Xindela said in a firm tone.

“Since there’s a Blind Spot like Mist Street here, it’s very possible that Zhong Ying isn’t the only Blind Spot victim.” He was very interested in what kind of reward the slot machine could turn out.

“Okay, boss.” Sima Gui nodded. “But I’m curious: what reward did Zhong Ying get from the slot machine earlier? Can we see it?”

Woosh.

Everyone in the car was interested, all turning their attention towards Zhong Ying in the back row.

Zhong Ying shrank back, a look of hesitation on the half of her face swollen like a bun.

“It’s just a dagger and a bottle of pills with an unknown purpose.”

Without wasting words, she slowly took out a silver-gray dagger from her bag.

The dagger was unlike traditional short daggers.

The handle was teardrop-shaped with golden vine patterns, the blade was long and narrow with a diamond shape, and the tip was sharp. Rather than a dagger, it was more like an enlarged stylus.

“I call it ‘Droplet’. Besides being very sharp, I haven’t discovered anything else about it,” said Zhong Ying in a low voice.

“May I see it?” Xindela asked.

“Of course.” Zhong Ying handed the dagger to him.

He took it and examined it closely, flipping it over in his hands.

“It weighs less than two hundred grams, very light, as if it were hollow, and it feels very cold to hold.”

He passed the dagger to Song Ran, Sima Gui, and Li Chengyi in turn for everyone to look at, but nobody found anything special about it.

What was odd, though, was that despite not finding any functionality, everyone felt that there was something unique about the dagger; they just hadn’t discovered it yet.

“This feeling is so strange,” Li Chengyi commented. “I feel like it’s extraordinary, but I can’t put my finger on how.”

“Same here.”

“Me too.” Song Ran and Xindela both nodded in agreement.

“Where’s the medication?” Xindela looked at Zhong Ying.

The latter immediately took out a transparent plastic bottle, about half a finger in length, from her small bag. The bottle contained at least a dozen and a half oval, flattened red pills.

“I’ve tested this already, and I’ve tried it on the hamsters I raise. It makes you very excited,” Zhong Ying whispered.

“Stimulants?” Sima Gui’s eyes lit up.

“Let’s take it back and try it out. Can I buy it?” Xindela looked at Zhong Ying.

“This…well, it’s possible, but let me make it clear, this thing should only last four days, after four days it will disappear automatically. That’s the information that came to mind after I got it,” Zhong Ying spoke. “Moreover, aside from me, it won’t work for anyone else.”

“Such strict limitations?” Xindela frowned. He had wanted to study it, but now he was completely blocked from doing so.

He suddenly understood why the officials were too lazy to deal with the Blind Spot. It was something of too little value, and it made no sense to invest too much into it.

He returned the dagger and pills to Zhong Ying, then exchanged contact information and agreed on a meeting time with Sima Gui and Li Chengyi.

Li Chengyi and his companion got out of the car together.

“Zhong Ying said that she encountered Mist Street in the instant she left the bar, that is, the moment she pushed the door. So should we go into the bar first, or…” Sima Gui asked.

“I’ll just walk around the neighborhood,” Li Chengyi said, having experienced a flash of memory last time at the Grecius Parking Garage and knowing that if one got close, it might happen again.

“Alright.”

Sima Gui chose to go in alone.

He pushed open the bar door and went inside, leaving Li Chengyi standing at the entrance.

Li Chengyi looked around, hands in his coat pockets, and walked to the left of the bar.

The entrance of the Candy Bar was made with big red walls, and they had even made a round archway with red balloons. Several girls in red tops and black shorts stood by the door, swaying unsteadily with balloons in hand to attract customers.

The girls seemed very unprofessional. Although they were dressed sexily, they were chatting among themselves.

Li Chengyi didn’t go in and it didn’t attract their attention.

Following the main entrance to the left, the next establishment was an arcade game hall, filled with various music sounds that were dense and mildly discomforting to the ears.

Li Chengyi glanced sideways into the arcade hall. It was empty, the machines consuming electricity in vain, the screens flickering, replaying animated advertisements and game screens.

“How did you get into Memory Flash again?” he muttered with a slight frown, withdrawing his gaze and continuing to move left.

‘Right, Zhong Ying switched by pushing the door, so… maybe I can try going in and out through the door later.’

With this thought in mind, Li Chengyi moved forward until he reached the shop next to the arcade hall.

That shop had its shutter door pulled down and the wall beside it was plastered with rental advertisements and contact information.

Li Chengyi stopped in front of the shop and looked ahead.

Beyond that was a grey wall, no shops in sight, stretching out for a hundred meters or so until a bus stop was visible.

Looking from a distance, there were hardly any people at the bus stop.

‘Might as well check the other side. I haven’t looked to the right of Candy Bar yet.’ Li Chengyi thought and turned back.

Hmm?

But as he turned around, the street he had just passed through was not what he saw.

Instead, he was faced with a strange block shrouded in grey fog.

The old shops were closed tightly, one by one, with rental and transfer ads plastered all over the walls.

Scattered on the ground were plastic bags, advertising papers, rags, cans, and other trash.

Old-fashioned concrete lampposts stood like bent old men at distances from one another, without light as if they had been broken for a long time.

A slightly cold breeze blew in his face, making Li Chengyi involuntarily shiver all over.

‘Is this Mist Street?’ He realized with a chilling heart that he had found it.

He clearly remembered passing the arcade hall, but now in its place was a closed dumpling shop.

Lifting his foot, he moved step by step forward, slowly walking.

At the same time, his eyes constantly scanned both sides of the surroundings.

One particular advertisement suddenly caught his attention.

It was a flyer attached to a utility pole.

‘Resist… unite, and build our homeland together! Contact number: 1338…’

Many parts of the flyer were blurred, but it was still possible to sense its stirring boldness from the writing.

Resist what?

Li Chengyi didn’t know as the key words were too blurred to make out.

He tried to capture it with his glasses, but the AR glasses didn’t respond at all.

Left with no choice, he continued forward, walking deeper into the grey haze.

From a distance ahead, a strange electronic music sound floated over.

‘Woo woo woo~~~ tick-tock tick-tock~~’

The bizarre music sounded like some sort of insane laugh, sharp, shrill, permeated with a cheap electrical noise.

Li Chengyi walked faster towards the source of the sound.

Soon he saw in front of a shop on the street a cartoonish slot machine, its exterior painted red with green mountains, hopping rabbits, sheep, and spotted deer.

Facing the player, the interface below had two rows of yellow buttons, each representing a type of fruit.

Above, fruit squares with flashing lights spun around, and wherever the light stopped, that fruit would be the winning one.

The most absurd part was that in the center of the game interface, there was a big red “fu” character, a symbol of luck.