The ti is 20:30 on August 25th, in China, Li Jing.
At this mont, the Black Cocoon was hanging motionless above the Li Jing Iron Tower.
The typhoon that had wreaked havoc on the mainland recently had just left, and from the top of the tower, the brightly lit city had a peaceful feeling like that after a storm.
The streets were still a bit wet, and the pedestrians passing by were enveloped in colorful neon lights, which added a warm filter to their silhouettes.
Black Cocoon extended his right hand, releasing a Restraint Incarnation from the sleeve of his coat.
In the night, the transparent figure grabbed the restraint belt and swiftly flew off towards the Old Jingmai District.
He was well aware that none of the Gu family would be in such a place. As the highest-ranking wanted criminal designated by Rainbow Wings, neither Gu Qiye nor those involved in the Gu Zhuo Case would stop in the Old Jingmai District even if they returned to Li Jing to temporarily evade the White Crow Brigade, as that would be akin to walking into a trap.
This ti, Black Cocoon was looking for soone else.
In no ti, Black Cocoon released the restraint belt and stopped in front of a three-story residential building in the Old Jingmai District.
Using Restraint Sensing, he detected on the third floor of the building a girl with white hair and blue eyes, more precisely, her appearance was sowhere between a girl and a young woman.
Due to the side effects of superpowers, her appearance had permanently remained at sixteen years old.
"Rainbow Wings... Extre Ice Maiden, You Ruirui."
Black Cocoon whispered to himself and imdiately recognized the identity of the other party.
He pondered briefly on how to make his entrance, then used Restraint Sensing to scan the surroundings, and after confirming no other Rainbow Wing mbers were lurking around, he leapt through the window into the living room of the residential building.
The living room was silent.
Black Cocoon looked up and saw a white-haired girl in a blue dress.
The Islandic girl’s deanor was icy, moonlight streaming through the window onto her pale cheeks. At this mont, she was quietly sitting on the sofa, flipping through a family photo album.
"Oh... isn’t this our Rainbow Wings’ Extre Ice Maiden? What a coincidence to run into you here."
Black Cocoon dangled beneath the ceiling, slowly reerged from his camouflaged form, and waved a restraint belt to greet her.
At this mont, moonlight like rcury poured in from outside the window, illuminating his silhouette and casting a delicate light on each edge of the restraint belts.
You Ruirui lifted her eyes from the sofa and turned her cheek, her pupils reflecting a black figure: swathed in layers of overlapping restraint belts, wearing sunglasses, with the head underneath completely wrapped in black bands.
It was like a black mummy.
Upon seeing the unexpected visitor’s outfit, she raised her snow-white eyebrows slightly, a trace of surprise crossing her eyes. It seed unexpected to her that during her rare visit to Li Jing, she would encounter such a long-hidden dangerous figure.
In fact, the official reports had clearly ntioned, "Black Cocoon is confird dead."
But You Ruirui and so Rainbow Wing mbers thought this matter was still open to discussion, as they didn’t believe soone who resolved the "Bee King" — Qiao on a deserted island could die so easily.
The death of Black Cocoon remained an unsolved mystery.
And, following that, the United Nations leadership thoroughly investigated the backgrounds of people like the Father of Puppets and Urushibara Ryuri, officially learning about the Salvation Society organization.
Currently, in addition to tracking people like Ghost Bell and Blue Arc, the United Nations has secretly dispatched so Rainbow Wing personnel to investigate Salvation Society’s clues.
And what they were sure of... Black Cocoon undoubtedly had countless links to Salvation Society, and his reappearance before You Ruirui corroborated their suspicions.
For a mont, seeing You Ruirui staring at him in silent contemplation, Black Cocoon lowered his head with a sigh.
He decided to use so rhetorical tactics to gain the moral high ground, so after a brief thought, he said:
"You see, Miss You Ruirui, could you refrain from doing so strange things in soone else’s ho?"
"This isn’t your ho, either." The Icelandic girl closed the album in her hands and retorted coolly.
"Heh... maybe it is my ho?"
Black Cocoon shrugged, shaking his head in fake exasperation, "Next, before our conversation begins, let enurate your cris in my house."
"For example."
The Icelandic girl said expressionlessly, slowly putting the album back in front of the TV.
"For example?" Black Cocoon squinted his eyes, "There are many, for instance, secretly picking up soone’s family album to look at how your crush looked when they were young! Or... sitting quietly on the sofa in the middle of the night, staring at the ceiling, imagining what kind of life the people who live here have had!"
Here, he suddenly raised a finger wrapped with a restraint belt, "You have the right to remain silent, for every beautiful girl is ruined by having a blabbering mouth."
He paused, "But an awakened female refusing to be objectified by n like will not be bound by this. Even if chattering won’t affect being a beautiful girl — because my beauty cos from my heart, from the purity of my soul, I hope you can learn from my state of mind."
"I thought you were dead." At this ti, You Ruirui finally spoke. Her words imdiately brought the temperature of the conversation below zero, and Black Cocoon couldn’t help but squint his eyes.
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