Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 745 - 167: The Boat of Friendship Overturns Without Warning

"Help! We are good citizens! We are the kind-hearted civilians who do good deeds!"

Shen Qingxi cried out weakly, prostrated against the iron bars.

All female agents from the Special Service Bureau are black-hearted!

That seemingly harmless Liu Zhihan, while saying "Please Miss Shen cooperate with us for a statement", duped and locked her up in this pitch-dark basement.

I have claustrophobia! I can’t stand being in a dungeon!

After waking up and discovering that she was left unattended, Shen Qingxi started to make noise out of sheer boredom, sawing the wall with a circular saw.

"Quiet down a bit."

An impatient voice came from next door, Xia Yubing’s.

Shen Qingxi pulled out a periscope and looked outside.

In Amber’s cell, a coffin had already been laid out, complete with incense burner and black-and-white photographs.

In Reddy’s cell, there was only a neatly folded shroud left, along with a solitary head on the shroud, adorned with a yellow talisman and covered with a red veil...

Shen Qingxi fell into thought.

You all... why are you so skilled at this?

It’s like you’ve all prepared in advance for the jail meal.

"Sister Amber... I have a question, this isn’t the first time you’ve been caught, right?"

"No."

I knew it!

Shen Qingxi, infuriated, banged on the bars relentlessly!

Seeing how comfortable you all are with imprisonment like you’re at home, I knew you bad women had a history!

Why didn’t you tell me in advance? I didn’t prepare anything, not even my cosmetics...

"Sister Reddy?"

"Stop shouting, she’s not here."

"Ah?"

"She ran away as soon as Kong Ting died. What entered with us was that garment."

"Ah???"

Shen Qingxi was stunned: "Then... why didn’t you run, Sister Amber?"

"Tired, wanted to sleep."

Damn, each of you is worse than the other! The one who ran didn’t take me, and you deliberately got caught without giving me a heads up!

The friendship boat flips just like that!

"Alright, after all the commotion last night, you don’t want others to pin all sorts of nonsense on the Longevity Sect, right? Come in, take shelter, rest a bit, what’s so bad about that?"

Shen Qingxi was a mix of sorrow and anger: "Sister, I came to support you! And you just led me into this mess, don’t you feel the slightest guilt?"

"I never intended to bring you, you insisted on following us to watch the excitement."

"I will never trust you two again!"

"You, as a wealthy young miss, shouldn’t have trusted us from The Heretical Path in the first place."

"I’m cutting ties! I want to cut ties with you! Cut ties!"

Shen Qingxi took the circular saw and started chiseling the wall.

After making a fuss for a while, she finally calmed down and asked in a soft voice while leaning on the bars: "Do they serve food here? I’m hungry."

"No, they don’t."

"Ahhh—!"

Shen Qingxi screamed, clutching her head: "I’m alive! I need to eat! Is there no justice left! No laws! You can’t do this!"

"Shut up."

"Oh."

Shen Qingxi was so aggrieved she wanted to whine.

At that moment, she heard Xia Yubing say again: "Remember to bring your breakfast."

"Sister Amber, who are you talking to?"

"..."

"Sister! Real sister! I also need pajamas, slippers, spare underwear, face cream, body lotion, Number 25 lubricant..."

"Shut up!"

...

"What if I buy her another birthday cake? Stick two white candles in it, wishing her the same day every year, the same morning every age."

After closing the makeup mirror, Li Mumu silently gulps down porridge with big mouthfuls.

This is the true • heiress, good for nothing but throwing tantrums; number one at that.

Seems like there’s still much room for improvement in my persona.

What’s wrong with the Containment Department of the Special Service Bureau? The temperature is constant; no need to endure the harsh wind and snow outside.

This kid still needs more exercise, hasn’t even stayed in the Special Service Bureau’s facility; what face do you have to hang out on the streets of Tianmen City?

What? You ask why I don’t stay there?

I’m a proper good girl, not like that character.

The school cafeteria’s coarse grain porridge tastes quite good, accompanied by some little pickled vegetables, it provides a hearty warmth with one bowl, sweeping away the fatigue brought by last night’s rush.

It’s just a pity that Dumpling isn’t here, otherwise, he could make a couple more side dishes.

While sipping her porridge, Li Mumu looks around and notices that Wang Yunxiao and his brothers are all absent.

These guys are usually elusive like the Divine Dragon, so it’s normal for them to disappear occasionally. But it’s odd that even Chen Yan and Jiang Xiaotang are not here.

"Sister Mumu!"

Hearing someone calling her, Li Mumu turns around to look.

Well, two male classmates who look familiar, but I can’t remember their names.

"You are... Gao Hetian, right?"

"Yes, I’m Gao Hetian, and he’s Su Mo."

Facing a beautiful girl, the slightly tense and shy boy quickly introduces himself.

"Um... Sister Mumu, my brother sent us to find you; he said you have a notebook that must be given to us immediately."

"Must? Immediately? Notebook?"

Li Mumu narrows her eyes: "What has Wang Yunxiao gone off to do?"

The expressions on their faces instantly become tense.

"My brother... he..."

Su Mo, the one called by name, elbows the stuttering Gao Hetian from behind and rushes to say: "My brother went out last night to drink and fight for a courtesan, beat someone up, now he’s being detained at the station."

Li Mumu: "???"

"Then what does he want my notebook for?"

"My brother didn’t tell us, he just said you would definitely agree, Sister Mumu."

"Really?"

Li Mumu takes out the notebook from her pocket, flips it open and glances at it casually.

Under normal circumstances, there should be no words on the notebook; it’s just blank pages from beginning to end.

But when she opens it, a line of clear text appears at the same time.

"Trust no one, keep our secret."

It does seem to resemble Wang Yunxiao’s handwriting.

Li Mumu chuckles lightly and hands over the notebook: "Is this it?"

"Right, just leave it on the table, Sister Mumu," they say.

Seeing the notebook, the two men visibly become nervous.

Li Mumu has just put the notebook on the table when Gao Hetian swiftly draws a gleaming bayonet and pins it directly to the notebook.

A bizarre sound is heard as the tip of the knife pierces through the notebook cover, like a sharp blade slicing into hot meat.

"Nice knife, where did you buy it?" Li Mumu asks curiously.

The knife looks very familiar, just like the one from last night that sent Kong Ting off.

This is no ordinary dagger but a bayonet specifically designed for attachment to the muzzle of a gun, and the dark blue quenching glint gives away that it’s not common.

Speaking of which, those three Garrison Soldiers... their faces were hidden behind masks, unclear, yet causing Li Mumu a sense of deja vu.

Gao Hetian doesn’t continue the conversation, carefully takes out a rag to cushion his hand, picks up the notebook, and leaves in a hurry.