Chapter 62: The 62nd Day of Livestream Selling
This time, Lin Zhao slept for a full twenty-four hours.
A lot happened during those twenty-four hours. For example, the Special Management Bureau worked overtime again and again and again, practically combing through the city’s entire medical system to confirm how many people had been cured, or to what extent they had been healed. Also, every outpatient clinic in the city, large and small—including community hospitals and street-side clinics, two or three hundred in total—experienced an unprecedentedly empty workday.
“I thought after something like this happened, a lot of people would go to the hospital to check what was wrong with them,” one member of the operations team in charge of the investigation said in confusion. “Why is it the opposite? Almost no one came?”
“Suppose you’re an ordinary person,” his female partner asked. “You originally had such a high fever that you were about to come in for an IV drip, but after waking up, you were magically fine. Would you still come?”
“Of course not. I’d only think my immune system was freaking amazing.” He blurted it out instinctively before realizing that this was the answer. This was the choice ordinary people would make. And it made their statistical investigation much harder.
1114, which had been monitoring all aspects of its host Lin Zhao’s physical data, watched helplessly as the fluffy big cat entrenched beside its host turned into a flickering man.
He looked like a faulty virtual projection with poor contact, the image skipping badly, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
The man was tall and long-legged, with firm muscles. Beneath his lean waist were clearly defined V-lines, like a sculpture. He was the most standard kind of online “male bodhisattva.”
Silver hair, purple eyes, a cold and stern face—he looked exactly like Boss Bro.
But that was not the point. The point was that this Boss Bro, who had transformed into a man, was no different from the big cat from before, still trying to press himself against Lin Zhao.
Could 1114 tolerate this? It immediately flew over, ready to start an epoch-making battle against Boss Bro to defend its host’s purity to the death.
“Stay away from Zhao Zhao!”
Even though its round, football-like mechanical body could not play much of a role, that was fine. It could shout at the top of its voice: “Bodyguard! Bodyguard!”
Although Reinhardt had no time to bother with the system, because he was currently engaged in an arduous struggle against an unknown pulling force. It was not that his body felt unwell. In fact, he felt wonderful. Better than ever. The kind of good where every old hidden injury in his body had been swept clean.
But precisely because he felt too good, Reinhardt instead seemed unable to remain in this world anymore. He did not know why. His subconscious simply told him so.
Very occasionally, when Reinhardt closed his eyes, an extremely quiet and tidy treatment room would flash before him again and again.
He did not know where that was, but clearly, he did not want to go back. At least, not right now.
He used almost all the effort of his life…
After opening his eyes, he met Phone Lady’s raised-brow smile. She looked very much as if she were provoking him, saying, “Yo, welcome back. Much faster than I expected.” Behind Phone Lady, there was also a man with the same purple eyes as him but golden hair. The man was smiling as he said, “Lenny.”
Before the words had even faded, Reinhardt closed his eyes and worked hard to return to Lin Zhao’s side again.
This time, he finally stabilized his constantly growing spiritual power. His body finally stopped flickering, but he could no longer fully return to the form of a cat either. He could only maintain the appearance of a muscular man with cat ears. Before 1114 could continue screaming, he calmly used his spiritual power to manually mute both the noisy little thing and the bodyguard robot that had finally arrived.
He had wanted to do this for a long time. Facts proved that doing it really felt great.
Both the bodyguard robot and 1114 were controlled by Reinhardt, but 1114 clearly had more fighting spirit. Even like this, it still tried to resist, wanting to protect its host.
It was only when Reinhardt said hoarsely, “You’ll wake Lin Zhao. I promise I’ll give you an explanation afterward. Now, be quiet,” that the blue-and-white fatty finally settled down a little. It hovered beside Lin Zhao, but its electronic eyes remained fixed on Reinhardt at all times, carrying the distinct threat of: if you dare cross the line again, I’ll fight you to the death.
Reinhardt, however, acted perfectly natural, as if this place were his home too.
He first checked Lin Zhao’s physical condition. After confirming that Lin Zhao was only in a normal restorative sleep, he naturally stepped into the walk-in closet beside them and, from Lin Zhao’s collection of mostly casual and comfortable clothes, picked something he could fit into as best as possible and put it on.
However, on Lin Zhao, it had been a lazy, loose-fitting style. On Reinhardt, it became somewhat tight, outlining a body full of powerful muscle. His shoulders and back were broad, his lines smooth, his skin that nearly cold-toned porcelain white like a vampire’s. The texture of his muscles was not exaggerated, but it seemed to contain some hidden, unreleased impact that only belonged to apex predators.
To sum it up in one sentence, he had the standard male model figure that could appear on the cover of any magazine: broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, his entire person exuding an effortless confidence.
As though no matter what he did, it was only natural, and everything was under his control.
Like the king of this universe.
When Lin Xiang finally saw his brother’s message and rushed back in a hurry, this was the scene he saw. A certain cat-man was using that fluffy silver-white tail of his to swish back and forth while keeping his brother company.
Of course Lin Xiang recognized the person in front of him as Reinhardt, the cross-plane online friend his brother was supposed to have.
Compared to Lin Xiang’s silence and the thousand turns of thought in his mind, Reinhardt did not seem surprised by Lin Xiang’s appearance. He still had that heavenly-emperor face that said, “No matter what I do, it is reasonable.” The first thing he said to Lin Xiang was, “You’re finally here.”
There was even a faint trace of reproach in his tone.
It was that kind of tone: How could you fail to see your brother’s message anytime, anywhere? How could you not be by his side when he needed you so much? If I hadn’t been here to take care of him, what if something had happened? You really are an unqualified younger brother.
How to put it? It made Lin Xiang furious, yet he had no way to refute it.
Reinhardt was truly an annoying person, but the most annoying thing about him was that he was right. Lin Xiang was indeed deeply regretful that, because he had been busy with experiments, he had missed the first treatment message his brother sent him. If he had seen it, he definitely would have called back immediately. Not to persuade his brother not to drink the medicine, but at least to make him wait until he came back and stayed by his side before starting.
After carefully observing Lin Xiang for a long while and confirming that he really could take care of Lin Zhao, Reinhardt said, “We’ll talk after I come back.”
Then, he left.
Through the window.
Although this was a villa, Lin Zhao’s bedroom was on the third floor. Lin Xiang watched in shock as that silver-haired man, like a large beast, leapt directly from the third-floor balcony. And not just down to the ground—his thighs powered him forward, and in one leap he jumped far away.
He did not explain where he was going or what he planned to do, but soon everyone in the Special Management Bureau knew.
Because Reinhardt had gone across regions to capture the fleeing Kevin.
Who was Kevin?
He was the A-country foreigner with teleportation ability.
Reinhardt had previously used spiritual power to destroy the energy core in the other party’s brain and brought this person, who had intended to harm Lin Zhao, back to China, making him a very important bargaining chip at the negotiating table between China and A Country.
He and his accomplices had been secretly detained in Jiangzuo all this time and had not yet been transferred.
After all, Reinhardt had only captured them two days ago.
But that was exactly the problem. No one had expected Lin Zhao to be an S-level healing ability user who would be precious even on a cosmic scale, and one with group healing at that. His ability had an especially strong effect on spiritual power.
The powerful energy Lin Zhao released when awakening his ability covered the entire city of Jiangzuo.
Within that area were ordinary people suffering from illness, and naturally, there was also Kevin, an anxious ability user. As someone extremely dependent on teleportation, he had turned back into an ordinary person and suffered brain pain every day. One could imagine how difficult this period had been for him.
When he realized that his head suddenly no longer hurt, his first reaction was to try using his ability again.
And he succeeded.
So of course he had to run.
Even if the destination was not what he had imagined, and his newly restored ability was still not enough to let him cross the ocean, he still could not possibly keep staying in Jiangzuo.
Fortunately, the spiritual-power mark Reinhardt had left in the other party’s brain was still effective. While taking care of Lin Zhao, Reinhardt had already thought about how to bring this threat back.
He was nasty like a standard large feline, always enjoying playing with his prey.
However, considering that Lin Zhao might wake up at any time, and that he still had to go back and cook for Lin Zhao, Reinhardt did not waste too much time. At least before the Special Management Bureau even discovered Kevin had escaped, he had already caught the not-very-clever guy again.
And once again, he easily crushed the newly healed and still very fragile core inside Kevin’s brain.
Reinhardt was simply too strong. So strong that a B-level teleportation ability user, someone extremely precious to Blue Star, had energy that was like a tiny flame in front of him. With a casual, gentle blow, that flame of life once again reached its end.
Under the shocked gazes of the Special Management Bureau staff, the tall man openly wearing a pair of fluffy ears said coldly, “Don’t lose him again next time.”
Then, he waved his sleeve and left without taking a single cloud with him.
Back home.
To his and Lin Zhao’s home.
Reinhardt even bought groceries on the way. He spent the money of the Special Management Bureau agent who had been trying to monitor him the entire way. The person was an expert at stealth and could perfectly blend himself into his surroundings like a chameleon. Unfortunately, Reinhardt could always find him accurately and politely say, “Please pay for this ice vegetable for me. Thank you.”
No one was short of the ten or twenty yuan needed to buy vegetables, but—why?
Reinhardt, however, merely glanced at the person strangely and said in shock, “You want to buy groceries without paying? Are you trying to default on the bill?”
Operations agent: “…”
Who exactly was trying to default on whose bill?!
But in the end, Reinhardt still successfully bought all the ingredients he planned to cook for Lin Zhao. When he familiarly returned to Lin Zhao’s villa, what awaited him was Lin Xiang’s inescapable net.
As a smart person, Lin Xiang naturally would not let himself be led around by the nose by Reinhardt forever, nor would he allow himself to stay passive.
Only, before the imminent battle could begin, Lin Zhao first opened his eyes in a daze.
Looking at the familiar face before him, he asked uncertainly, “Lenny?”
Reinhardt, however, was also shocked. Who was Lenny?
I’m Mimi.
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