This voice sounded familiar to Mo Chuan, but he couldn't recall who it was for a moment.
"Mo Chuan, you punk! Say something! Did you go mute!"
Hearing this scolding, Mo Chuan finally remembered who it was – his aunt, one of the few relatives he and Mo Fei had.
However, he seemed to recall an unpleasant memory and immediately said with a darkened expression:
"Auntie, we're at the Qingzhou Army Hospital. You don't need to come over."
The voice on the other end, tinged with anxiety, began to show annoyance: "Mo San Dao (Mo Chuan's childhood nickname), don't try to pull this with your auntie. I already know Mo Fei has been in a coma for three days. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Come down and meet me!"
Listening to the busy signal from the other end, Mo Chuan was taken aback, then smiled and shook his head, putting down the phone.
Auntie's temper... hadn't changed a bit...
...
Mo Chuan stood at the hospital entrance and saw a woman wearing sunglasses and a white coat step out of a red sports car.
Just as Mo Chuan was about to greet her, she quickly walked a few steps towards him, grabbed his ear, and said indignantly, "You brat! You were trying to hide this from me again, weren't you?! You never ask me for money when your family's short, and you don't tell me when something's wrong. Am I not your aunt!"
"Ow ow ow—Let go, let go! Let's talk properly... no need for physical action..." Although Mo Chuan felt no pain, he feigned a contorted expression, appeasing her with a submissive plea.
"Brat, why are you wearing a mask in broad daylight? Take it off."
"Auntie... I..."
"Take it off! You're making such a fuss about taking off a mask. How long has it been since I last saw you? What's the big deal about wearing a mask? Take it off!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Alright..." Mo Chuan had no choice but to yield to his aunt's iron fist and removed his mask.
It was better that he hadn't taken it off; upon doing so, Qin Fang almost had her eyeballs pop out.
Her skin was as fair as snow, and her skin was as smooth as fat; beneath her straight, dark, and glossy medium-length hair, a pair of curved, upturned willow brows framed a pair of peach blossom eyes that naturally held a hint of allure. Her slightly greenish irises were so clear they reflected Qin Fang's face; she had a high nose bridge, light red lips, and a slightly square, melon-seed-shaped face. The most fatal feature was the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, which lent a peculiar charm to her otherwise delicate and handsome features, as if a blink could steal Qin Fang's soul.
Mo Chuan showed an expression of "just as I expected," then put his mask back on. At the same time, he tugged at Qin Fang's sleeve and said, "Let's go, Auntie, let's go see Mo Fei."
Only then did Qin Fang snap back to reality and, with a flushed face, was led into the hospital.
Mo Chuan felt it wasn't his fault. He was originally a man; even if he wasn't exceptionally good-looking, he was at least handsome. However, when he opened the purple gift package, the system had played a trick on him:
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill [Demonic Phantom] (modified):
After disengaging from combat for 4 seconds, you will be cloaked in Demonic Phantom. If your HP is below 30% of your maximum HP, you will recover 2% of your maximum HP per second while this skill is active. Starting from level 6, Demonic Phantom will also provide a camouflage effect – you will only be detected when you approach enemy targets, and [Demonic Phantom] will enter a 1.5-second cooldown.
You possess the physique of a succubus (current manifestation is 25%), which will greatly alter your appearance and aura. When you activate [Demonic Phantom], the manifestation will be adjusted to its maximum. (Commonly known as a human aphrodisiac)
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill: [Innate Charm] (modified):
You can impersonate people you have seen before. Taking damage or dealing damage will break the disguise.
While in disguise, you can voluntarily choose to remove the disguise, which will enter a 2-second cooldown.
Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Skill Fusion Card * 1."
If Mo Chuan's attractiveness was a 7 before (slightly above average), it was now a 9 in normal circumstances, reaching 10 when activating skills.
Frankly, just a 9 was already too much for many people.
So, to protect himself, Mo Chuan had to wear a mask to cover his face.
...
After examining Mo Fei's condition, Qin Fang frowned and remained silent.
The three of them stayed in the ward in silence for a long time.
Finally, Mo Chuan broke the heavy atmosphere and asked, "Auntie, how did you know about Mo Fei's condition?"
"You know Zhao Qingfeng, right? Your mother's old senior."
"I do. And he knew my mother?" Mo Chuan looked incredulous, because in his memory, when he mentioned his mother Qin Xiao to Zhao Qingfeng, he didn't seem to know her or be familiar with her.
"He told me." Qin Fang habitually took out a ladies' cigarette but then remembered that smoking was not allowed in the ward, so she put it away and said, "You don't know when I heard about this, I almost blew up the laboratory. I rushed over from the Academy of Sciences."
"Oh, right, do you need money now?"
Facing Qin Fang's stare of "You better tell the truth, kid," Mo Chuan showed a helpless smile. Just as he was about to speak, Qin Fang's phone rang.
...
Northern Theater Command, Third Headquarters, Barracks Office.
Zhao Qingfeng sat at the data desk in the archives room, lost in thought for a long time. For some reason, after he had subconsciously called Qin Fang earlier, he felt like he had forgotten something. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized:
How did I get to know Qin Fang?
Why do I know that Qin Fang and Mo Chuan are siblings?
Zhao Qingfeng recalled the name he had heard during his last conversation with Mo Chuan: Qin Xiao.
They should be sisters, but why did I always feel like I didn't know Qin Xiao?
With a mind full of tangled thoughts, Zhao Qingfeng had been sitting in front of his computer for more than half a day after leaving the hospital, trying to find what he seemed to have forgotten.
But the name "Qin Xiao" seemed to have become a taboo; no matter how hard Zhao Qingfeng searched, he found no clues or leads.
"Report!"
"Enter."
"General Zhao, someone is looking for you. They are waiting in the reception room."
Upon hearing the guard's words, Zhao Qingfeng stood up and walked out with the guard, asking, "Who is it?"
"Dizhi..."
Zhao Qingfeng was stunned by this. The military, the police, and the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs were three national organizations that represented completely different groups. They had always minded their own business. Now, someone from Dizhi directly came to find him, a brigadier general, which made Zhao Qingfeng unable to help but speculate.
A moment later, Zhao Qingfeng pushed open the reception room door and saw an old man lying on the sofa at a glance.
However, this old man was dressed extremely shabbily, looking like a beggar one could easily find on the street. The large wine gourd at his waist and his red, bulbous nose all indicated his fondness for alcohol.
The old man turned his head slightly upon hearing Zhao Qingfeng's movement and then chuckled, "General Zhao, my codename is Tea Pig. Nice to meet you, and apologies for the intrusion."
"Not at all, not at all..." Zhao Qingfeng sat on the sofa opposite Tea Pig with a professional smile and asked, "May I ask why you are looking for me, senior?"
"I am here for only three things."
Tea Pig held up three fingers and said, "Sparring, notification, and finding someone."