Chapter 1: The Crazy Beauty Treats Me Like a Little Toy!

On her fifth day at the Paranormal Investigation Bureau, Lu Yiyi truly understood what “treacherous workplace” meant.

At this moment, she was standing at the door of the special containment room on the seventeenth basement floor.

This was the highest-security containment area in the bureau.

Normal departments were above ground.

The more dangerous the contained object, the deeper it was kept.

The seventeenth basement floor was the very bottom of the entire base, and currently held only one person.

Fluorescent lights on either side of the corridor cast a pale glow.

The walls were made of a special alloy mixed with gold, specially designed to block the radiation of paranormal power.

Lu Yiyi looked down and confirmed for the tenth time the file in her hands.

Target name: Xia Qimeng.

Danger rating: Catastrophe-level space-attribute spirit master.

Current status: Paranormal power on the verge of awakening, mental state highly unstable.

Mission objective: Provide psychological counseling, stabilize mental condition, ensure the target’s mood is pleasant.

“Ensure the target’s mood is pleasant…”

Lu Yiyi repeated the objective in a whisper, tears welling up in her eyes.

Throughout the entire Paranormal Investigation Bureau, from the director down to the cleaning ladies, everyone had heard of Xia Qimeng’s name.

This living ancestor, who wielded catastrophe-level power, was on the verge of losing control of her paranormal energy.

If she went berserk, the whole city would be buried with her.

This psychological counseling mission had been posted on the hall’s bounty board for over two months.

The reward had kept climbing, multiplied tenfold, and still no one had taken it.

The last person to take it was a psychology expert with fifteen years of experience, hired at great expense by the bureau.

Before going in, this expert specially posted on social media, with the caption: “The first step to conquering the abyss.”

Half an hour later, he was carried out by the emergency team on a stretcher.

He wasn’t dead, but he was insane.

That afternoon, the expert was admitted to the intensive care ward of a mental hospital.

Every night at eight o’clock, he would stand on his head in the ward and recite pi.

Every time he made a mistake, he would slap himself hard, then start over from the beginning.

No one could stop him.

It seemed the abyss not only looked back at him, but also signed him up for a math tutoring class.

Lu Yiyi, a newcomer who had only been on the job for five days and hadn’t even figured out what paranormal phenomena were, was sent to do this suicide mission.

She let out a bitter sigh.

Most people working at the Paranormal Investigation Bureau were, to some degree, not quite mentally sound.

The head of the logistics department, Sister Zhang, was a prime example.

Thanks to an uncle who was a deputy director, she threw her weight around the office and loved bullying newcomers.

Lu Yiyi had just turned eighteen and came from a poor family.

To make a living, she had plunged into this high-risk unit.

She was your standard good girl, with a sweet face that looked easily bullied.

She had a soft personality and a soft voice, and whenever something happened, all she did was bow her head and apologize.

On her first day, Sister Zhang unilaterally put her on her “punching bag” list.

She fetched tea and water, ran downstairs to pick up takeout, ghostwrote quarterly work summaries, and yesterday she was even sent to a dry cleaner five kilometers away to pick up Sister Zhang’s cashmere coat.

As for today, it was plainly meant to send her to her death.

Lu Yiyi sniffled, holding back tears.

If she really died here, the death benefits should be pretty generous, right?

The money the bureau paid would be enough for her family to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

She stuffed the file into her canvas bag and pressed her fingerprint on the access control panel.

[Beep. Identity verified. Junior operator, Lu Yiyi.]

The electronic prompt sounded, and the heavy pure-gold blast door slid open on both sides.

There was no eerie atmosphere, no lifeless paranormal fluctuations.

What greeted her was a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Lu Yiyi shuffled in with small steps.

The containment room was huge inside, with walls made of pure gold to suppress paranormal power.

But the decor here had nothing to do with the word “horror.”

The floor was covered with soft handmade wool carpet, and a few plump potted plants sat in the corners.

In the center was a wide huanghuali wood desk.

A girl sat in a chair, head bowed, writing at the desk.

Lu Yiyi stopped, frozen in place.

According to rumors, Xia Qimeng was a fickle madwoman, privately called an old witch and a demoness by the staff.

But the person before her completely overturned her expectations.

She was… a peerless beauty who could only exist in a painting.

The girl was around her own age, with striking waist-length snow-white hair flowing softly, bangs neatly trimmed.

Her cool-toned pale skin glowed under the overhead light.

Her features were delicate, beautiful in a way that defied logic, with a natural, alluring charm in her brows and eyes.

The most special thing was her eyes.

They were pitch-black pupils, yet as light shifted, they refracted indescribable rainbow colors.

Hearing the sound of the door, the girl’s hand holding the pen paused midair.

She didn’t look up, just straightened her back slightly, her every movement exuding the gentle grace of a refined lady.

Where was the old witch?

This was clearly a beautiful girl straight out of an anime.

Lu Yiyi’s tense nerves unconsciously relaxed quite a bit.

“Um… hello, Miss Xia. I’m Lu Yiyi, your new psychological counselor.”

She stood still, legs together, hands clutching the straps of her canvas bag, and bent into a perfect ninety-degree bow.

Only then did Xia Qimeng lift her head and quietly study the fidgety little girl at the door.

A petite figure, a pure face, big eyes, low twin ponytails, with hair ties shaped like two strawberries.

Her soft, babyish voice sounded like she was acting cute, carrying an air of being easily bullied.

A girl like this would be perfectly normal on a university campus.

But here, in the highest-spec special containment room of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau, she seemed out of place.

Xia Qimeng leaned back in her chair, propped her chin on one hand, and looked at Lu Yiyi with interest.

The scene gave off a strange sense of dislocation.

It didn’t look like she was here for psychological counseling.

It looked like a cute little sister who had come to pay respects to her elder sister during the holidays.

A little cute.

“It’s been two months, and they finally decided to send someone.”

Xia Qimeng’s voice was clear as a song, with a unique rhythm in her tone that calmed one’s mind.

Lu Yiyi’s body trembled, and she quickly bent even lower.

“S-sorry, Miss Xia… It’s our fault for leaving you alone for so long. I’m very sorry!”

She didn’t even dare to lift her head, blurting out an apology.

During these five days on the job, she had endured inhumane office bullying in the logistics department, and this phrase was what she said most every day.

She apologized when the coffee was cold when it was delivered, when the file font was too small, and when Sister Zhang was in a bad mood.

“It’s not your fault. You don’t need to apologize.”

Xia Qimeng laughed softly and walked toward her.

Her plain long dress swayed with her steps, every step carrying a kind of beauty that made one’s heart race.

Lu Yiyi then realized she had apologized again out of habit.

How terrifying that five days of being scolded had created such muscle memory.

Wait… why is she comforting me?

The rumored fickle madwoman, why did she seem… so gentle?

After being locked in this sunless place on the seventeenth basement floor for so long, most people would have broken down long ago.

She didn’t throw a tantrum; she even comforted her in return.

The sharp contrast left Lu Yiyi a little dazed for a moment.

Xia Qimeng stopped in front of her, enveloping her in a clear, soft floral scent.

In this reassuring fragrance, Lu Yiyi’s breathing gradually became slow and steady.

Her tense shoulders dropped, and the fingers that were clutching the canvas bag let go one by one.

“How old are you?”

Xia Qimeng looked down at her, her voice growing even softer, as if coaxing.

“I-I’m eighteen.”

Lu Yiyi whispered timidly.

“Just an adult, huh…”

Xia Qimeng chuckled, her tone mocking.

“Those old bastards really are becoming less and less human. They’re willing to send such a cute little girl to be cannon fodder.”

She raised her hand, and her slender fingertip lightly poked Lu Yiyi’s cheek.

So soft and nice to the touch.

She couldn’t help it.

She curled her fingers, pinched that soft flesh, and kneaded it.

The moment she was touched, the girl’s body went rigid.

Every muscle stiffened, and her eyes flew wide open.

But she didn’t move.

She just stood there dumbly, letting Xia Qimeng’s hand do as it pleased on her face.

So fun.

Xia Qimeng’s eyes lit up.

Those old bastards had finally done something right.

This little cannon fodder sent over… no, this little toy, was exactly to her liking.

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