Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 852 - 99: Come to my house for dinner tonight

Mu Yuming was here to investigate.

Though many storefronts had already been sold on the street he invested in and renovated, it was just around the New Year’s break, schools were on winter vacation, and none of the storeowners were open for business. The first one to officially open was—of all things—a blind massage parlor...

No matter how he looked at it, it felt strange.

Out of curiosity—or one might call it caution—he personally came to check out the store to understand what was going on.

A blind massage parlor opening across from a school was bizarre enough, but if they weren’t running a proper business, Principal Zhou would definitely have complaints.

It absolutely had nothing to do with his wife being ten months pregnant and long deprived of certain "life necessities."

Given his current status and position as Boss Mu, if he truly wanted to solve those "life necessities," he wouldn’t need to resort to a place like this. A casual night out of socializing and those clean, proper young socialites would happily flock to him.

The moment he stepped through the door, Mu Yuming decisively concluded—this was absolutely not a legitimate place.

It was decorated like a funeral parlor.

The room had no adornments whatsoever. It was either black or white inside, exuding a solemn and oppressive atmosphere.

The girls, at least, were young and indeed blind, sitting neatly in two rows. Their demeanor resembled grieving relatives receiving condolences.

In the middle was a black massage bed—just short of hanging a portrait on the wall and placing two wreaths beside it.

Mu Yuming hesitated for two seconds, then turned to leave. But the young girls were quick to act. They locked the door before he could escape.

"What are you trying to do?"

At that moment, Mu Yuming even suspected he had walked into a trap set by a competitor.

You’re planning to kidnap me, aren’t you?

But the girls said nothing, silently holding up writing boards.

"Neck massage: $1.50.

Foot massage: $0.80.

Relaxing and promoting blood circulation: $1.50.

Bone-strengthening massage: $2.00.

Medicinal wine: $1.50 per bottle.

Sacred blessing oil: $2.50 per bottle.

Exorcism: Market rate..."

Mu Yuming: "???"

I don’t understand, but I’m deeply shaken.

It seems like I won’t walk out of here without spending some money today.

Mu Yuming had already resolved to call the police immediately after leaving. He pulled out his wallet and said, "Just give me a quick lower-back massage."

But things weren’t as simple as he had imagined.

As soon as the girl started, he knew he was in trouble.

Are these human hands? More like industrial steel clamps!

"Ease up! Argh—cough, cough, cough, cough—"

The moment her little fist dug into his back, he felt as if his internal organs were about to rupture.

To make matters worse, another young girl walked up to him holding a signboard that read: "The customer seems physically weak."

Weak your mother—mm mmm ugh—

Mu Yuming had no idea how he endured twenty minutes of hellish torture. If he hadn’t been unconscious for a while, he felt he might’ve willingly confessed to crimes he hadn’t even committed.

Drool—or possibly blood—seeped out of his mouth, and the girls thoughtfully wiped it clean for him.

Leaning against the wall as he exited the massage parlor, Mu Yuming felt his mind blank; fleeting visions of his life flashed before him. His legs shook so much he couldn’t even seem to stand steadily.

What a shady business! In every sense of the word.

He had to call the police!

Then, he looked up and saw Wang Yunxiao in a Special Service Bureau uniform walking toward him.

Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, myriad thoughts crossed both their minds.

"I..."

"Hello, sir!"

Wang Yunxiao saluted instantly.

His heart was filled with admiration.

This uncle’s body is impressive; he can still walk out of that store. Last time I got locked in their dormitory, they nearly killed me with their massages.

"Don’t misunderstand!"

"I’m not misunderstanding. Those girls inside have quite heavy hands, don’t they?"

"...You’ve been there too?"

Why are you looking at me like that? As though I’ve cheated on Li Mumu or something!

I don’t care what kind of services are inside—you’ve experienced them too!

Quickly, Wang Yunxiao explained, briefly describing the girls’ background except for the part concerning the "Silent Speakers" group designation.

"Ah, so they’re disabled individuals taken in by the Church. That clears up some confusion."

After hearing the explanation, Mu Yuming finally felt relieved.

He was aware of Qianjin Church’s reorganization—it had stirred quite a commotion.

"But opening a shop like this..."

Though Mu Yuming didn’t finish his sentence, Wang Yunxiao fully understood what he meant.

Who knows what kind of objects those girls practice on—letting them continue this job is bound to end in tragedy someday.

"Don’t worry, I’m here to resolve the issue."

"You can resolve it?"

"All these matters are under my jurisdiction now."

Wang Yunxiao pulled out his freshly-issued credentials—not a temporary Special Service Bureau work ID, but an official badge from the Special Service Section.

Mu Yuming took a look and couldn’t help but laugh: "You’re leveling up, kid. This job isn’t for just anyone. I was thinking of promoting you next year, but now I have to call you Commander Wang."

"Don’t exaggerate, sir. It’s not that big a deal," Wang Yunxiao quickly waved his hand. "The Special Service Section’s work is quite unique. I’ll still have school to focus on. Whenever you need anything, feel free to contact me."

"Good, knowing how to advance is important. Where’s Mumu?"

"I dropped Mumu off at her house this morning."

Finally steering the conversation toward Li Mumu, Wang Yunxiao let out a sigh of relief: "I’ll deal with things here first. If you’re free tonight, may I treat you to dinner?"

Mu Yuming smiled: "The construction here is complete, and I’ve got nothing else to do. Mumu is home, so let’s head back to my place tonight and have dinner there."

"That doesn’t seem appropriate. I heard Auntie isn’t feeling well—wouldn’t it disturb her rest..."

"So? Are you coming or not?"

"Coming!"

Why wouldn’t I go? But the problem is—who’s cooking at your place?

Should Eldest Miss Li peel garlic herself, or should Jiang Yinyin be flipping the wok?

Quickly analyzing, Wang Yunxiao’s mind raced through every possible strategy in just seconds.

"Let’s grab some groceries on the way. I’ll cook tonight."

Mu Yuming was taken aback: "You know how to cook?"

"Just a little," Wang replied.

"Forget it, you’re a guest—how could I let you cook? Don’t worry; I’ve hired a maid, and her cooking is excellent."

Please give me a chance to demonstrate my abilities!

Wang Yunxiao’s gaze was firm.

Mu Yuming secretly chuckled. Laozi has been around the block—do you think I don’t know what you’re scheming, kid?

Still too young. You don’t understand the art of restraint.

Fine, let the younger generation have their own blessings. As a parent, fewer words and interruptions benefit everyone.

"We have everything at home. Mumu loves cooked food, so grab some ready-to-eat dishes on the way back."

She loves cooked food? Wang Yunxiao thought to himself. Since when? All my outings with her—and the only prepared food I’ve seen her eat was that sausage she brought home from the Church.

Is her picky palate a mystery to you—or are you pretending?

(Middle-aged handsome man, Boss Mu—what do you mean asking if this is AI-generated? Obviously it’s AI! Didn’t we already say it’s from the writer’s assistant’s new drawing feature?)