Chapter 27
◎ They Don’t Believe Me, I Deserve It (Triple Update) ◎
Han Yuzhe didn’t care what Wu Hengyao was sulking about alone.
His attention was fully focused on the message he had just seen.
…In a dream?
Han Yuzhe knew Berlin wouldn’t lie to him. He frowned slightly, pondering and searching his memory for which species of supernatural creature possessed the ability to enter dreams.
But after searching around, he came up empty-handed.
Berlin was waiting for Han Yuzhe’s reply. Seeing him lost in thought, he understood after a moment’s reflection.
Ah, no wonder Han Yuzhe didn’t react at all during the day and showed no surprise. It turned out he hadn’t seen the message.
Noticing that Han Yuzhe thought for a moment before lowering his head to type, Berlin leaned over to see what he was replying—unexpectedly, the interface on the other person’s phone wasn’t WeChat, but a web browser.
So Berlin watched curiously as Han Yuzhe calmly searched in the input box: [What things can enter dreams].
Berlin: “……”
When in doubt, Baidu it. Turns out this applies to demons too.
Truly keeping up with the times, perfectly integrated into modern society.
Han Yuzhe kept switching keywords.
[What things can enter dreams x], [Monsters entering dreams x], [People manipulating dreams x]——
Finally, he clicked on a related recommended term: [Mythical beasts weaving dreams].
The first answer that popped up seemed the most reliable so far. It cited classics and was well-reasoned.
Han Yuzhe knew Berlin was peeking, but he didn’t mind and continued scrolling down.
The Dream-Eating Tapir (Baku). Simply put, it can devour nightmares and reconstruct dreams about the past. Unlike dark creatures, it is a completely auspicious and bright existence that eats away bad luck, leaving only happiness, peace, and smoothness.
Most importantly, He has no specific form.
Han Yuzhe patiently finished reading the long introduction and decisively gave up the idea of settling the score.
Too difficult to deal with. Although it wasn’t clear where humans got this information, since it passed the Supernatural Administration Bureau’s review and was published, it meant three possibilities: One, this creature doesn’t exist at all, and the information is a made-up story. Two, it is now extinct. Three, it has no fixed form and is harmless, so even if the info is out there, no one can find it, and it won’t harm society, so the Bureau can’t be bothered to manage it.
Han Yuzhe: Even the Bureau can’t find it, where am I supposed to find it?
Currently, it didn’t seem to be doing anything bad to Berlin. Han Yuzhe judged that the other party wasn’t targeting him, nor did it seem to have designs on Berlin. Perhaps it simply mistook the demonic aura left by Han Yuzhe as harmful to Berlin and ate it in passing.
As a demon too lazy to move all year round, relying entirely on teleportation, the thought of searching the world for a puff of air triggered his terminal laziness. He didn’t want to seek revenge anymore.
Anyway, without a physical form, it posed no threat to him.
Berlin didn’t think it was necessary to tell Han Yuzhe about his dream in detail, just explaining the cause and effect was enough. So he kept it very simple in WeChat, and it wasn’t Han Yuzhe’s fault for not expecting Cecil to be a living person.
This shows that Baidu isn’t always reliable.
Han Yuzhe slumped back lazily into his chair and finished reading the message Berlin had just sent.
He knew about the incident where the online order for three hundred bags of potato chips was reported by the assistant to the manager and subsequently cancelled.
Recording ended, and the manager booked flight tickets for early tomorrow morning. Berlin planned to act tonight, preparing to go to the convenience store for a shopping spree in the dead of night, avoiding the attention of the manager and assistant.
The problem was that for top-tier idols like Skye, there were always proxy photographers and paparazzi squatting in the lobby or near the hotel. If he were photographed leaving the hotel in the middle of the night, it would be hard to explain, and the manager would 100% find out.
So Berlin sent a message asking Han Yuzhe if he could take him to bypass the main hotel entrance and teleport directly near the convenience store, finding a blind spot for surveillance cameras.
Too lazy to type again, Han Yuzhe gave Berlin a small nod after reading.
Berlin: Yay!
Midnight that night.
Berlin was fully armed: wool hat, mask, puffy white down jacket that hid his figure, plus a pair of sunglasses.
Han Yuzhe knocked on the door on time, not teleporting directly into Berlin’s room.
Originally, Berlin was hesitating and wanted to ask for Han Yuzhe’s advice: would wearing sunglasses at night be too obvious and attract attention instead?
As a result, when he opened the door, Han Yuzhe was wearing a black hoodie, hood up, big sunglasses, black mask, paired with a small gold chain, looking like he was looking for a fight.
Two handsome guys wearing sunglasses in the early morning stared at each other silently for two seconds: “……”
Berlin silently dismissed the idea of taking off his sunglasses. A muffled voice came from behind the mask: “Cough cough, let’s go?”
Han Yuzhe nodded and gently cupped his hand in front of Berlin’s eyes.
In the next instant, the dizzying feeling of weightlessness flashed by.
Han Yuzhe withdrew his hand. Berlin blinked slowly, quickly looked around, and found himself standing in a dimly lit alley, next to two overflowing trash cans.
Experiencing teleportation again, Berlin adjusted for a moment, waved his arms which were restricted by the thick clothing, and lowered his voice with excitement: “Let’s go.”
Han Yuzhe followed leisurely behind, watching the snowball-like figure skipping ahead with light steps. He didn’t quite understand Berlin’s secretive, agent-like tone, but it didn’t stop him from being in a good mood.
The convenience store was on the left side of the alley. The neon “OPEN” sign had a warm hue in the cold night.
This was the only 24-hour convenience store nearby.
After midnight, the number of customers dropped sharply. The clerk was yawning and scrolling through her phone. Hearing the “ding-dong” sound as the door was pushed open, she habitually looked up: “Welcome——”
The last word was almost swallowed in her throat due to surprise, sounding muffled.
The clerk was startled awake by the two customers walking in one after another.
She rarely saw boys who gave a first impression of being very tall in real life. Looking at the national average height was sobering; 1.8 meters might not be enough in TV dramas, but in reality, very few people around her gave off such a strong height difference.
The two who pushed the door open were both very tall. The first one’s down jacket was too thick to see his figure, but his legs were long and straight. The one behind was even taller, like a moving cool-guy iron tower.
However, the clerk couldn’t muster any girlish feelings, only 100% nervousness mixed with unadulterated 24k pure fear.
Reason being: these two broad-shouldered, tall customers were fully armed, faces covered tightly. Their first reaction upon entering was to look around furtively, left and right, giving off a nervous vibe like thieves.
Which decent person wears big sunglasses in the middle of the night?
The clerk clenched her phone tightly, silently switching to the dial interface, comforting herself not to think too much, and that having a persecution complex was wrong.
However, the clerk’s high-tension line instantly snapped tight upon seeing their next move, alarm bells ringing loudly.
A stack of shopping baskets was placed at the entrance of the convenience store for convenience. Since the store wasn’t big, there were no shopping carts like in supermarkets.
The boy in the white down jacket leading the way hesitated, peeked at the shelves, squatted down, and picked up all twenty shopping baskets.
It was a bit strenuous for him to carry alone. The boy in the black hood stopped him and took them over with one hand as if lifting air—seemingly realizing something, he perfunctorily used his other hand to pretend he was carrying them with both hands.
Clerk: “……”
Damn, this guy has trained.
She held her breath, watching the two walk one after another to the nearest shelf.
The one in the white down jacket was clearly the leader. He bent down, lifted his sunglasses to inspect, and started putting things into the shopping baskets.
At first, he was picking and choosing, but later, it was basically like a whirlwind sweeping through clouds, directly throwing the entire stock on the shelf into the baskets with a pa-pa-pa sound.
It really wasn’t the clerk’s fault that the seeds of doubt and uneasiness were growing—two tall boys who looked like they could punch a hundred of her into the air were transferring most of the items from two whole shelves into baskets as if restocking. Except for the particularly heavy water and oil, this posture was simply about to ransack the entire convenience store.
Clerk: “……”
Damn, encountered real robbers. Should I run first?
She was just working part-time and didn’t plan to sacrifice everything for a meager hourly wage.
While nervously planning to sneak to the door and run away without alerting the two, the clerk lamented in her mind: With that physique, what couldn’t you do in this day and age? Even if you don’t want to move bricks at a construction site, being a Taobao model pays well!
If you really have to do bad things, why steal snacks from shelves? Isn’t robbing the cash register simpler? After I run out and call the police, leaving aside how you’ll run with two shelves of stuff, do you plan to use twenty packs of rattan pepper chicken nuggets to fend off the police officers when caught?
The clerk had already reached the door, hand on the handle: New Year comedy movies don’t lie to me. Most low-level criminals like this aren’t very bright.
She even thought of the movie title in an instant: Two Idiots Riot in Convenience Store, sounds like it could box office 800 million.
The moment she pushed the door open, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
The automatic doorbell rang.
“Wait, where are you going?”
Clerk: “……”
Scared blank, she was about to bolt when she heard the boy say: “Excuse me, check out.”
Five minutes later.
The misunderstanding was resolved, but the worry between the clerk’s brows didn’t diminish by half.
Standing behind the cash register, she scanned the remaining shopping baskets that seemed endless: “…Brother, did you get reborn? Just came back from the apocalypse in your past life and plan to hoard supplies to resist zombies? It’s okay, you can tell me the truth, I can take it.”
The boy in the white down jacket pushed up his sunglasses and let out a hearty, muffled laugh: “Hahahaha, you’re so humorous.”
Clerk: “……”
She moved her sore arm. She thought the night shift was for slacking off, just staying up late to make money without doing real work. Unexpectedly, a colossal order slammed down, looking like she’d have to scan codes from midnight until next year.
Duplicate items didn’t need to be scanned individually, just counting the total was enough, but the problem was, counting also took a long, long time.
She wanted to do it in reverse, count the few remaining items on the shelf and subtract, but the problem was she only started her shift at 6 PM and didn’t know the total number at all!!
Clerk: You can laugh, I can’t.
During the long night, the clerk could have easily passed the time sitting on a small chair watching a drama, but now she was forced to work overtime.
Fortunately, the two in front of her—mistaken for robbers earlier without a careful look—were confirmed to be likely handsome guys even through masks and sunglasses upon closer inspection.
That indescribable aura and atmosphere felt like the relaxed ease unique to people who grew up surrounded by halos.
The handsome guy’s voice was also very pleasant. The one in the hood didn’t say a word the whole time, but the leader was unexpectedly easy to talk to. Probably seeing the clerk struggling alone, he offered to help count and share the work: “Just don’t know if you’re worried I’ll count wrong.”
“It’s fine,” the clerk gladly accepted the help, comforting the masked handsome guy, “I rarely passed math either, otherwise I wouldn’t be a cashier part-time, I’d be a tutor.”
Masked Handsome Guy: “……”
Counting made it hard to chat, or else the count would get messed up.
Data entry was a huge project. The clerk couldn’t help looking at the customer leaning against the shelf as if asleep and asked the masked handsome guy: “Can your friend help too?”
Masked Handsome Guy shook his head: “Better not, he still thinks five plus five equals one hundred.”
Clerk: “……I see.”
The two worked hard for a long time and finally finished the payment.
Just as the two masked handsome guys were preparing to leave carrying an astonishing number of large and small bags, the second wave of customers for the night pushed the door open.
The girl’s eyes widened the moment she saw the masked handsome guy: “Holy crap, Berlin?”
Exclamations of excitement erupted from her friends behind her.
“Berlin? Damn, really looks like him!”
“The one behind is Han Yuzhe ah ah ah ah ah!”
The masked handsome guy and his friend fled in a hurry.
Clerk gaped: “……”
In a trance, she pointed in the direction they hurriedly left: “You say, those two were Skye’s Berlin and Han Yuzhe? No, you couldn’t see a bit of his face, how did you recognize them?”
The girl was obviously a fan, extremely excited by this sudden encounter: “Recognized them at a glance, definitely them!!”
Clerk: “……”
Right, she vaguely remembered seeing fans recognize their idols from a photo of a cuff, identify them by the back of their heads in a second. Displaying such god-like skills even across a screen, let alone seeing them in person.
This is probably what true fans are.
Given Skye’s national popularity, if a billboard fell and hit ten people, six would be Skye fans or have a good impression, normal.
Strange rumors and bizarre legends about Skye increased again.
Normally, marketing accounts receiving submissions post revelations like——
[Melon] Three-time Golden Horse Best Actress xx meets 108th-tier crosstalk actor xxx at night after wrapping up filming;
[Melon] The young actor xxx who blew up last year negotiated xx endorsement, the title is very good, expected to be officially announced next week;
[Melon] xx has a grudge against xxx because of fighting for the expected S-level big budget ancient costume IP, very unhappy privately, rolling eyes at each other after fake smiling at the fan meeting;
……
Other people’s revelations, true or false, were either about business and resources or gossip about private relationships, nothing special.
Only Berlin’s style was different, standing out among them like a sore thumb, particularly eye-catching.
……
[Melon] A member of a certain ‘Double Wood’ (Lin/林) boy group went to a convenience store with teammate Han ‘Mou’ (Certain/某) at midnight, emptied the entire snack section, and made Han Mou carry eight plastic bags for him—otherwise he couldn’t carry them. According to the cashier, just scanning and counting the potato chips took half an hour, final result 325 bags, tired enough to unstanning on the spot.
The comment section was full of “hahahahaha,” roasting the marketing account saying the earlier parts were somewhat credible, but was the last revelation intentionally funny? Might as well quit.
Little did they know the marketing account owner was also wronged: whether the earlier ones were fake remains to be investigated, but the last one is indeed ninety percent true!!
Maybe this is the price of lying too much; no one believes the truth when told.
The marketing account that always lied gave up clarifying for itself: This is the price to pay for crying wolf. They don’t believe me, I deserve it.
Author’s Note:
Fake Melon Owner: Really thankful (sarcastic)
Extra update tomorrow qwq
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