Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 8

Tonight, in the Dream.

After clearing out the puppets in the residential area, the group found what appeared to be a luxurious mansion at the top of the tallest building in the neighborhood.

The reason it was considered a mansion was because the owner had bought the top three floors and combined them. The rooftop had a helipad, and below that were the living area, entertainment area, and guest reception area, respectively. The entertainment area even had a small indoor swimming pool…

Before the war, in the highly prized real estate of Songjiang Lujiazui, having a swimming pool in one’s own home was the pinnacle of extravagance.

“The owner of this house seems to be an actress,” Xing Yuanzhi said, coming down from the third-floor living area with a photo album in hand. “Her stage name appears to be Nono.”

“Nono?” Cheng Jinyang took the album. The young woman in the photos had short, fluffy chestnut hair and a sweet, pure smile. “I think I’ve seen her… hmm, in an old TV show.”

“Take a look at this,” Xing Yuanzhi handed over another photo. “Found it in a drawer.”

Cheng Jinyang took the photo. It was a close-up of Nono with a girlfriend, the latter having long, wavy blond hair and a bright smile.

On the back was written, “6.21 with Lily at the theater.”

“Doesn’t this Lily look a bit like Sister Xinnan?” Cheng Jinyang asked Xing Yuanzhi.

“How is that possible?” Xing Yuanzhi despaired at his facial recognition ability. “Other than the blond hair and foreign features, do they share any similarities?”

“I think they look quite alike.” Cheng Jinyang thought the short-haired Nono also looked a lot like Miss Lu Qingyun from the Fanyang Lu clan who had visited before. However, he kept this to himself, fearing Xing Yuanzhi would mock him for recognizing people by their hair.

But Songjiang had been destroyed for a long time. If reality mirrored this dream, the people who lived here were probably already dead. Thinking this way, he felt a melancholic sense of the fleeting nature of time.

Xing Yuanzhi, on the other hand, wasn’t dwelling on such thoughts. She had already rolled up her sleeves to clean the bathroom.

The original owner had a twenty-square-meter bathroom on the third floor, featuring a “bath pool” paved with volcanic stones and shaped like a natural hot spring. Xing Yuanzhi couldn’t resist and decided she had to take a soak tonight.

Descending the spiral staircase to the second floor, Cheng Jinyang saw Yang Wangshu lying on the sofa playing a game.

Dressed in a swimsuit, Cui Jinqi was playing in the pool, her movements graceful like a mermaid.

Wang Wanrou sat lazily by the pool, dipping her legs in the water and looking bored at the view of the Huangpu River through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Where’s Qingqing?” Cheng Jinyang asked.

“She went for a walk downstairs,” Yang Wangshu replied.

“Isn’t the residential area outside the safe zone?” Cheng Jinyang asked again.

“Only these three floors of this building are safe,” Wang Wanrou answered.

“Alright.” Cheng Jinyang nodded, then left the house and leapt out from the corridor in the common area.

In the pool, Cui Jinqi suddenly stopped, alertly looking towards the door.

“I get it, Wanrou!” she said seriously.

“Don’t bother,” Wang Wanrou said lazily.

“Even though this is a team activity, Chu Qingqing deliberately went out alone to get Jinyang’s attention!” Cui Jinqi frowned and clenched her fists in frustration. “Because Jinyang, considering himself the team leader, won’t allow anyone to be alone. He’ll definitely go out to find her!”

“I told you, I’m not interested,” Wang Wanrou yawned.

After flying around the residential area, Cheng Jinyang finally found Miss Qingqing at the entrance of the underground garage. She was wielding a steel bat, launching a wild assault on a few puppets ahead, smashing their heads with a few jumps and swings.

“Qingqing,” Cheng Jinyang flew over her head. “Stop playing. Didn’t we agree to stay hidden?”

“I know,” Chu Qingqing replied. “I was just about to clear out the puppets in the underground garage so they wouldn’t be noticed by any passing enemies outside.”

“That’s not the point,” Cheng Jinyang said helplessly. “Can’t we just stay in the safe house?”

“It’s too boring in the safe house,” Miss Qingqing said.

“It’s not!” Cheng Jinyang tried to persuade her. “You could cook! Have you seen the huge kitchen in the house?”

“Do you think cooking is my hobby?” Chu Qingqing looked at him with a “you must be crazy” expression.

“Uh, then how about swimming? You could swim in the pool like Cui Jinqi and the others.”

“You just want to see me in a swimsuit, right? Ew, gross!”

“No, I just think you shouldn’t be fighting monsters alone down here. It’s too pitiful, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I see.” Miss Qingqing smiled brightly, waved him down, and said, “Come down here.”

“For what?” Cheng Jinyang landed in front of her.

Miss Qingqing grabbed his hand and dragged him into the underground garage, saying cheerfully:

“Then you come and fight monsters with me. I won’t be alone anymore, right?”

Cheng Jinyang: ?!!

…Wow, you can also flirt like this? I’ve learned something new.

Being pulled into the underground garage by Miss Qingqing, they saw a large number of “beautiful women” slowly wandering around the scattered vehicles, looking like they were leisurely strolling after dinner.

“Women are truly pitiful,” Chu Qingqing sighed half-jokingly. “Being corrupted into these mindless monsters… If there is a creator for demons, he must be a misogynist.”

“Men are worse off,” Cheng Jinyang retorted. “Corrupted women still have a chance to ascend to higher demons; men are devoured and digested right from the start! The demon creator must be a misandrist.”

“Whoever it is,” Miss Qingqing rallied herself, “let’s save these poor girls!”

She spread her hands outward, and the abandoned cars on either side rapidly melted, forming surging waves of dark metallic liquid around her.

The commotion immediately attracted the nearby puppets. Their previously normal expressions twisted grotesquely, like wolves seeing fresh meat, and they charged forward, half-running, half-jumping.

Before they could reach her, Cheng Jinyang raised his arm, and a formula quickly formed in his mind:

Universal Gravitation. Weaving Net!

All the zombies in the fan-shaped area in front, whether running or not, were pulled, dragged, and flung toward the metallic waves around Miss Qingqing. As they entered the attack range, they were hoisted up, flailing and clawing futilely in mid-air.

“Not bad,” Chu Qingqing said with a smile. “It seems you can take down so many zombies even without my help.”

“Of course. Why else would they say that seventh grade is the watershed for independent combat?” Cheng Jinyang replied smugly. “You all should train harder and catch up to me soon.”

“Oh, I forgot to mention, I’ve reached seventh grade too.”

“… When?”

“Last week. So you never care about me?”

“I’m not a bloodline concentration detector. How would I know if you’ve reached seventh grade?” Cheng Jinyang pondered. “Have you learned the new algorithm for metal manipulation?”

“I have,” Miss Qingqing replied. “That ‘Iron Binding Coffin’ and ‘Iron Waterfall Burial’ you mentioned, I found similar algorithms.”

As she spoke, the metallic waves surged upwards, enveloping the suspended puppets and tearing them into countless bloody fragments.

“…But the practicality is too low,” Chu Qingqing licked her lips and said regretfully. “Wrapping and tearing them requires too much metal and time. It’s better to just form a thin spear and pierce them directly.”