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Join the ServerTuring opened her mouth, yet found herself utterly unable to answer the question.
She typically confined herself to her laboratory, handling all external matters remotely through her ‘online puppets.’
Consequently, she had never considered concocting a suitable identity for her ‘true self.’
‘If not for Ellen, she wouldn’t have personally come out today to monitor this little brat named Xiluo’er…’ The real question was, who could have anticipated encountering such a problem the moment she stepped out?
“Little friend, why are you sitting here all by yourself?”
‘Little friend…’
Upon hearing the guard’s address, Turing’s face darkened further.
No one had ever dared to call her ‘little friend.’ Who could have imagined that she, accustomed to being addressed as ‘Madam,’ would be subjected to such a term?
Turing naturally couldn’t answer the guard’s questions with her true information. Otherwise, her years of hiding her identity in Lund City using puppets would have been for naught.
“I’m not a little friend… never mind.”
“I’m waiting for someone here.”
Thus, faced with the guard’s inquiry, Turing could only offer a dry response, hoping this tactless guard would quickly depart.
“Waiting for someone…”
The guard’s expression gradually grew serious as he regarded the seemingly young, solitary child before him.
“Are you waiting for someone alone here? Where are your parents?”
Turing remained silent.
Confronted with a question she simply couldn’t answer, Turing chose to say nothing.
“Little friend, don’t be afraid. If you’ve gotten separated from your parents, I can help you find them.”
“No, I’m not, I…”
Turing, her brow furrowed with exasperation, tried to explain, but found herself only digging a deeper hole.
Without a way to prove her identity, anything she said seemed futile.
Moreover, the guard clearly now perceived her as a child who had lost their parents.
Who would have thought that she, the esteemed Turing, would be rendered speechless by a mere city guard’s interrogation?
“Little friend, if you can’t answer my questions or have your parents come to pick you up, I’ll have to take you with me.”
“Running away from home is not good behavior. I must take you back to the City Guard, so your parents can come and get you.”
Though still speaking politely, the guard’s tone was noticeably more serious than before.
‘Oh, I’m doomed.’
The situation had worsened. The guard now seemed to have classified her as a child who had run away after a family dispute.
“I haven’t run away from home, and I’m not… a little friend. I’m just waiting for someone here.”
“Waiting for someone isn’t against the law, is it?”
Turing took a deep breath, still attempting to resolve the issue through reason.
“Come along, little friend. We can discuss all this properly once we’re back at the City Guard station.”
“No, I…”
Turing’s dry explanation clearly failed to convince the guard. The guard reached out, intending to half-forcibly escort Turing away.
“Wait!”
Turing understood that she couldn’t forcefully refuse the guard at this moment; doing so would only worsen the situation. Her face dark with frustration, she turned to Xiluo’er, who was watching from the side with her hands behind her back, and spoke in an ill-tempered voice.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you? How did you find me?”
In Turing’s view, Xiluo’er must have known her identity and deliberately called the guards to vex her.
“What?”
Xiluo’er merely blinked her large, innocent eyes.
“Running away from home is never good behavior, no matter what. You should listen obediently to the guard uncle, little sister.”
‘Little sister.’
Turing nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
From their physical appearance, Xiluo’er was indeed a few years older than her. The problem was, she had already laid her cards on the table, and this person was still pretending, wasn’t she?
In all her years in Lund City, she had rarely been so provoked, because no one dared to provoke her in such a manner!
“If you make this guard leave now, we can still sit down and talk properly.”
“Little sister, my guard uncle is here for your own good, you know. Don’t be mad at me.”
Xiluo’er’s innocent, wide eyes were Turing’s only response.
‘I really am…’
Turing was almost driven to a fit of rage by Xiluo’er.
Turing now felt like devouring Xiluo’er whole.
Seeing herself about to be pulled away by the guard, Turing turned to glance at Albertson, who was sitting nearby, but bit her lip and said nothing.
“Thank you. Thanks to you, this little sister won’t encounter any dangers.”
“It’s nothing, officer… Guard uncle, it’s what I should do.”
Xiluo’er replied sweetly, simultaneously resisting the urge to salute. She merely fluttered her ‘I’m so innocent’ eyes, watching Turing remove her sunglasses with a dark expression, glaring at her resentfully as she was led out of the cafe by the guard.
Sure enough, Xiluo’er knew that Turing would not expose her true identity over such a trivial matter.
Though she still didn’t know why Turing would personally come to observe her, an insignificant little spy, at least this way, she had successfully ‘invited’ the esteemed lady away without revealing her own identity.
“How dangerous it is for a child to be out alone, right? Luckily, she called the guard in time.”
‘She’s just too kind!’
“Miss Xiluo’er is quite warm-hearted.”
Albertson, who had witnessed the entire scene, said little, offering only a perfunctory reply.
“It’s nothing, I just saw a little girl sitting there by herself without any parents around. I was a bit worried, so I contacted the City Guard.”
Xiluo’er said, scratching at her skirt as she secretly chuckled.
Indeed, she knew that even Turing’s closest assistant didn’t know what her true self looked like.
Thinking about it, Albertson watching his top boss being escorted away by the City Guard while sitting there unperturbed was quite amusing.
“…Right, let’s get down to business, Miss Xiluo’er.”
“Today, I’m merely responsible for conveying some basic information about your poisoning to Ms. Turing, who will then devise a solution based on the circumstances.”
“Rest assured, with Ms. Turing’s intellect, solving Miss Xiluo’er’s problem will be no difficult task.”
“From what I understand, Miss Xiluo’er was afflicted with a mandragora poison by the Chaos Cult, is that correct?”
“…Uh, are you feeling unwell, Miss Xiluo’er?”
Xiluo’er took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress her urge to laugh.
She wondered what the prim and proper Albertson’s reaction would be if he knew that the ‘brilliant and intelligent’ Ms. Turing he spoke of had just been escorted away right in front of him.
“My apologies, my nose was just a bit itchy, and I felt like sneezing.”
“Indeed, it was back in Karna City when…”
Xiluo’er had just begun when something on Albertson, sitting opposite her, chimed. After offering Xiluo’er an apologetic look, Albertson pulled out a small, intricately designed stone from his person.
Xiluo’er knew this was another invention of the brilliant Ms. Turing: a communication stone. Setting aside its principles, in terms of function alone, it was much like a telephone.
“Ms. Turing, do you have any instructions?”
Albertson’s voice remained refined and courteous. However, the voice that emanated from the communication stone the next second, from the polite Albertson, was rather exasperated.
“Albertson, tell that brat opposite you to leave. I’ll be there immediately.”
“I’ll question this brat personally.”
Perhaps because she was in a particularly foul mood, Xiluo’er could clearly hear the slightly roaring voice coming from the communication stone.
‘Don’t laugh!’
Xiluo’er quickly speared a large piece of cake from the plate in front of her with a fork.
She brought it to her mouth, attempting to distract herself in this manner.
“Hmm, I must say, the cake at this cafe is indeed delicious.”
Meanwhile, Albertson, sitting opposite, was somewhat bewildered.
“Eh? But, didn’t you have other arrangements this afternoon?”
“Never mind that, I’ll be there soon. Just stay put and don’t let that brat leave!”
After delivering her final words, the communication stone in Albertson’s hand dimmed. Clearly, Turing had already set her plan in motion.
Having worked under Turing for so long, Albertson naturally sensed that Turing was not in a good mood. However, he was unsure why Ms. Turing would suddenly decide to come in person… and be so agitated.
So Albertson smiled at Xiluo’er and said,
“It’s like this, Miss Xiluo’er. Ms. Turing has temporarily decided that she wishes to ask you these questions herself.”
“While Ms. Turing can be a bit eccentric, she is a very kind person. If anything makes Miss Xiluo’er uncomfortable later, I apologize on Ms. Turing’s behalf in advance.”
“Mm-hm, alright…”
Albertson’s foresight only made Xiluo’er want to laugh harder. Fortunately, with her cheeks puffed out from eating cake, Xiluo’er couldn’t quite manage a ‘laughing’ expression.
Turing arrived remarkably quickly. In less than three minutes, Xiluo’er saw a furious, short-haired girl in black push open the cafe door.
Turing, her face dark, said nothing and walked directly towards Xiluo’er and Albertson.
“Ms. Turing, how… how did you just come like this?”
The usually calm Albertson was startled, but he didn’t dare say anything directly.
Xiluo’er understood Albertson’s reaction. The ‘online’ body Turing was currently using was not the synthetic body that usually appeared in public and had been present at the Destiny Observation Society yesterday.
Turing had clearly found the nearest available synthetic body to the cafe and simply rushed over.
Her hasty arrival indicated that Turing was truly incensed.
“It’s nothing, Albertson, you’re dismissed.”
Turing clearly couldn’t be bothered to explain much to Albertson, waving her hand to indicate she wanted him to leave.
“But your…”
Albertson evidently wanted to remind her of something, but Turing appeared entirely disinclined to listen.
“I said you don’t need to worry about it. Go, go, I’ll talk to this brat myself.”
Seeing Turing’s attitude, Albertson didn’t insist further. He simply stood up and offered Xiluo’er one last smile.
“Then I’ll take my leave, Miss Xiluo’er. I hope you and Ms. Turing… uh, have a pleasant chat.”
Albertson’s smile was somewhat forced.
Turing, for her part, showed no politeness. The moment Albertson left, the black-haired girl sat directly opposite Xiluo’er with a displeased expression. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.
“Speak. What do you mean by all this?”
Faced with Turing’s aggressive tone, Xiluo’er quietly took a deep breath, then adopted a scared expression.
“You, who are you?”
Turing paused, then frowned with a hint of impatience.
“Stop pretending. I hate wasting time when communicating with people. Albertson is gone; it’s just the two of us now. Just say what you need to say.”
“So, so, you mean you’re speaking with us on behalf of Mr. Albertson, right?”
Turing reached up to rub her forehead, speaking with forced patience.
“Turing has never shown her true face in any public place in Lund City. Logically speaking, there’s no way you could have known that person was ‘Turing.’
Yet you knew. Fine, I’ll admit defeat.
I won’t concern myself with how you recognized me. I admit, it was wrong of me to secretly come and monitor you. But you could have just told me directly; there was no need to go through such a roundabout way of having the guards take me away—I despise wasting time on such meaningless matters.”
This time, Xiluo’er said nothing, merely staring at Turing with frightened, blinking eyes. After a long moment, she finally spoke.
“You, you mean that little sister just now was the famous Ms. Turing? Your esteemed self?”
“Don’t lie to me. First, how could the renowned Ms. Turing be a little girl? And second, I saw Ms. Turing yesterday, and she was completely different from that little sister just now.”
Now it was Turing’s turn to fall completely silent.
She stared at Xiluo’er’s large eyes, which were filled with surprise, innocence, and an air of ‘I know nothing, it’s not my business,’ for a long time, eventually forced to a conclusion.
This brat, she truly didn’t know that the one taken away just now was her true self?
“Wait, let me ask you a few questions first.”
Turing spoke impatiently.
“You truly don’t know who that… little sister who was taken away just now was?”
Xiluo’er shook her head.
“Then you don’t know who I am either?”
Xiluo’er shook her head again.
That was strange. If this brat hadn’t discovered her secret, then why would she idly have the guards take her away?
“Then what did you mean by having the guards escort that… that little sister away just now?”
Xiluo’er spoke cautiously.
“You, are you referring to that little sister just now?”
“I saw her sitting there alone, without a parent nearby, and was a bit worried, so I called the guards to check on her.”
“Um, are you that little sister’s parent?”
“I apologize, I didn’t know she was your child. So you were waiting for her just now.”
‘Child…’
Turing again felt an urge to cough up blood.
“Stop, don’t speak for a moment.”
Turing rubbed her temples, organizing her thoughts.
So, this brat didn’t know that was her ‘true self’ just now? She simply acted out of a sense of justice and inadvertently got the guards to arrest her?
‘You’re surprisingly kind, then.’
Though somewhat absurd, Turing quickly accepted this conclusion.
Rather than baseless speculation, Turing trusted the facts before her.
First, there was no logical reason for this brat to know what her true self looked like. Second, her explanation just now was perfectly sound and logically coherent.
This meant she was simply unlucky, and this brat’s unintentional actions had led to her smooth, continuous downfall.
While Turing didn’t believe in mystical concepts like luck, she did believe in probability. Though slim, such a situation did have a probability of occurring.
‘So, what now?’
The problem was, the probability of such an event was truly minuscule! It looked, by all accounts, as if this brat knew her identity and had deliberately done this!
“So, what exactly did you mean by what you said just now?”
‘Mr. Albertson told me Ms. Turing would personally ask me questions, but I saw Ms. Turing yesterday, and she looks different from you and that little sister.’
“You, who are you?”
Xiluo’er, at just the right moment, posed her question.
Turing suddenly sighed.
She had profoundly experienced the feeling of a speechless person eating bitter herbs today.
In other words, she had not only been smoothly escorted away by the city guards but had also personally divulged the secret of her identity to this brat.
What was this called? This was called losing both the wife and the army.
Watching Turing, sitting opposite her, staring intently at the coffee cup on the table in thought, Xiluo’er quietly breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
‘It seems I’ve managed to fool her, right?’
She understood Turing’s personality: this person only believed in facts and her own deductions based on those facts, never in other baseless things.
It was precisely because she understood Turing’s character that Xiluo’er dared to act this way.
This allowed her to ‘smoke out’ Turing without exposing herself.
“Alright, fine, I concede.”
Turing took a deep breath, re-examining Xiluo’er before her.
“Ellen was certainly right; you’re quite special, brat.”
‘In a sense…’
“Since it’s come to this, I’ll lay my cards on the table.”
Turing’s tone reverted to its usual coldness.
She generally disliked allowing emotions to affect the efficiency of a conversation, unless she couldn’t help it… like in the situation just now.
In other words, it was difficult for anyone not to be angry when their home was inexplicably ‘stolen.’
Xiluo’er watched as the black-haired girl opposite her pulled out an eye mask and a golden monocle from her bosom. After wiping the lens, the girl put on the monocle.
“Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Turing. I won’t explain further; you should know my identity.”
“I know what you want to ask. Simply put, using the magic of [Bionic Alchemy], I’ve created many different bodies, like controllable marionettes. I can use any body to act at will.”
Xiluo’er feigned an expression of sudden realization.
Yes, this was why the founder of The Erudite Club, the mysterious Ms. Turing, was so elusive.
Xiluo’er knew that Turing didn’t just have ‘a few bodies.’ Throughout the city, Turing’s various appearances and ages were distributed like NPCs.
This allowed Turing’s true self to gather a wealth of information about the city without ever leaving home. These unknown puppets also provided her with great convenience.
Xiluo’er remembered playing the game, more than once, after talking to an NPC on the street, she would watch as the NPC suddenly pulled out a monocle and put it on.
This meant that the stranger she had just met was actually one of Turing’s ‘clones.’
Honestly, finding Turing’s puppets on the Lund City map had become an Easter egg in the game.
Of course, Turing also had a few frequently used bodies to handle situations requiring public appearances. The blonde woman with big waves from before was one such example.
Thus, Turing’s tone suddenly became exasperated.
“The one you had the guard take away just now wasn’t my puppet; it was my true self.”
“Eh?”
Xiluo’er blinked in surprise.
“Is that so? But why didn’t you just explain your identity to the guard?”
“I thought it was just some little sister who had run away from home.”
“Little sister…”
Xiluo’er’s address made Turing’s mouth twitch.
“If I had, my years of concealing my identity would have been ruined.”
“But… why go through all that trouble? Isn’t it very inconvenient?”
“No, it’s actually not that troublesome.”
Turing held up two fingers.
“Using puppets instead of my true self makes many things much more convenient. If I had to say, there are indeed two inconveniences, but they don’t usually occur.”
“First, it’s difficult to explain my true identity to others. Second, it’s bothersome to explain it to someone who asks about it.”
Turing lowered her hand, staring intently at Xiluo’er.
“Uh…”
Xiluo’er coughed twice, choosing to change the subject.
“So… why were you secretly monitoring me from the side?”
After asking this question, Xiluo’er felt a bit nervous.
Most of their previous conversation had been a game of evasions with Turing, but this was the question she cared about most.
Yesterday, at the Destiny Observation Society, Turing had seemed quite dismissive of her. There was no reason for her to suddenly come and secretly monitor her today!
Yet, after Xiluo’er asked the question, Turing suddenly stopped responding.
She sat there quietly, suddenly showing no reaction.
Xiluo’er grew even more nervous. Had her question perhaps caused a problem?
“Um, Ms. Turing?”
With a loud ‘thump,’ Turing suddenly slammed her fist heavily on the table.
Xiluo’er jumped, quickly waving her hands.
“Ahaha, well, if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine. I was just asking casually…”
‘Damn it, she didn’t realize this question would make Turing so angry!’
To her surprise, Turing merely narrowed her brows and said, “What did you just ask?”
“Something came up with my main body just now; I temporarily went offline here.”
“Sigh…”
Turing sighed, then rubbed her temples with a headache.
“You, um… what was your name again?”
Turing looked up, her gaze fixed on Xiluo’er.
“Xi, Xiluo’er…”
“Good. Now, you need to do me a favor. Any questions you have can wait until after you’ve helped me with this.”
Turing’s tone sounded anything but a request, leaving Xiluo’er no room to refuse.
“No, to be precise, it’s not even a favor. After all, you have to clean up the mess you made for me.”
“That guard just now took me to the City Guard station. Because I refused to answer their questions and wouldn’t give my name, they’ve taken me to an interrogation room.”
Turing let out a bitter laugh.
“Heh, they’re waiting for my parents to pick me up now. So you, go figure out a way to get me out of the City Guard station.”
Xiluo’er was startled. She even suspected Turing might already know her identity as an assassin, to immediately assign her such a… jailbreak task.
“Why, why me? You’re the founder of The Erudite Club. Can’t you contact someone else to pick you up?”
“No.”
Turing’s tone was slightly annoyed. She had already explained too many things to this brat today, and wasting words explaining things to others made her feel like she was wasting time. And when she wasted time, her mood wouldn’t be good.
No, to be fair, ever since she decided to monitor this brat today, she seemed to have been wasting a lot of time…
“If I were to have someone else pick me up, even Albertson, I’d have to invent a reason.”
“That would carry a risk no matter what, unlike having you pick me up.”
Xiluo’er understood Turing’s meaning.
Since she already knew Turing’s true identity, there was no longer any risk of exposing her identity to Turing, no matter what.
What was this called? Already at rock bottom, any way you went was up, right?
However, Xiluo’er wasn’t keen on getting involved in this mess. After all, her interactions with Turing had been minimal. Their conversation in the cafe today alone had surpassed all their dialogue in the entire Lund City storyline from the original work. If possible, she didn’t want to get further entangled with Turing. After all, this character was one of the more difficult ones to deal with in the original story.
“Um, can I… refuse?”
Well, just by looking at Turing’s eyes, Xiluo’er knew she couldn’t.
“Then… my egg tart isn’t eaten yet, it’s such a waste…”
…
Watching Xiluo’er’s pitiful, puppy-eyed expression, Turing inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled… After repeating this several times, she spoke, enunciating each word with perfect clarity.
“Get me out of here, and I’ll treat you to as many of these as you want. But right now, immediately, get moving!”
Turing hadn’t communicated with someone this painstakingly in a long time. Now, with Xiluo’er, she experienced a kind of beauty that cured low blood pressure.
****
The City Guards of Lund City were quite different from those in Karna City.
After all, Lund City was known as a ‘metropolis,’ considerably more prosperous and larger than Karna City.
Because the Lund City Guard was more finely divided, and the systems of the Myr Kingdom and Vanseti Kingdom also differed, Lund City was not managed by a single City Lord’s Mansion like Karna City.
Lund City was divided into several City Guard branch operational areas by region. Turing had been detained in a nearby Guard branch.
Uh, though being ‘detained’ there, that phrasing was a bit odd.
Moreover, compared to Karna City’s traditional knight uniforms, Lund City’s City Guards clearly wore something more akin to ‘uniforms.’ If Xiluo’er were to describe them, they resembled the early foreign police style.
This also made Xiluo’er somewhat nervous when the Lund City Guards spoke.
After all, she used to be a law-abiding citizen, and now she had to lie to people who were like ‘police uncles,’ which naturally made her a little anxious.
Indeed, the only method Xiluo’er could ultimately devise to get Turing out was to fabricate an excuse.
“You mean, the little sister who was brought back is your friend?”
“Mm-hm,” Xiluo’er looked at the guard before her, nodding vigorously. “She had an argument with her parents and ran out in a fit of anger.”
“I see, no wonder the child refused to say anything and looked so angry…”
The guard nodded thoughtfully.
“Officer, Guard uncle, can I go talk to Little Tu?”
“If we have her parents come directly to pick her up, they’re sure to argue again.”
“Why don’t I go persuade her? She’ll surely be willing to go home then.”
“Hmm…”
The guard stroked his chin, eventually nodding.
“Then go and persuade your friend properly. It’s not good to quarrel with your parents like this.”
Seeing the guard agree, Xiluo’er breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as she could get Turing out, nothing else would be a problem.
“Little Tu, I’m here!”
Upon hearing Xiluo’er’s address, Turing, sitting on the interrogation room chair, subconsciously twitched her lips.
‘Little Tu… what a simple alias.’
Turing didn’t respond, merely giving Xiluo’er a side-eye, letting out a hum, and continuing to sit there.
“Alright, um… Little Tu, was it? Have a good chat with your friend.”
“You’re not usually this stubborn, child. You were so unresponsive when we spoke to you earlier, sitting there as if you hadn’t heard a thing.”
With that, the guard left the interrogation room, thoughtfully leaving the two alone.
“Your acting is quite good, you even knew to pretend to be sulking.”
“Good thing we fooled that guard. I was so scared just now…”
Xiluo’er sat beside Turing, letting out a long sigh.
Turing still didn’t respond to Xiluo’er, primarily because her earlier actions weren’t an act.
So…
Xiluo’er scrutinized Turing from head to toe.
“You’re really Turing? The founder of The Erudite Club, the famous Turing?”
The person sitting before Xiluo’er, judging by both appearance and voice, undeniably fell into the ‘loli’ category.
Xiluo’er was at least in a quantum fluctuating transitional stage from loli to young girl, while Turing, looking at her height, was probably only in the range of 1.5 to 1.6 meters.
Long, tea-colored hair reached her waist, and Turing’s childish face was adorned with emerald-green eyes that stared at Xiluo’er.
Her eyes clearly conveyed the message: ‘I am very angry.’
“Though her voice is childish, her tone is unmistakably Turing herself.”
As if to prove it, Turing pulled a monocle from her bosom, wiped it, and put it on.
‘An anti-counterfeit mark, huh…’
Xiluo’er suppressed her urge to retort.
“How to put it, well, I really didn’t expect you to be like this.”
Xiluo’er paused mid-sentence, mainly because addressing this little loli with the honorific ‘you’ felt rather peculiar.
Xiluo’er’s surprise was genuine. After all, Turing was said to hold immense power in Lund City, practically covering the sky with her hand. When Xiluo’er first encountered Turing in the game, she was astonished to learn her true self was a little loli. Now, seeing the living Turing, she was even more surprised.
Turing merely folded her arms impatiently.
“I choose to use puppets instead of my true self to act, precisely to avoid people constantly asking me superfluous questions about my appearance.”
“Alright, my apologies, my apologies,” Xiluo’er clasped her hands together. “So, Ms. Turing, we still need to talk about something, right?”
“After all, convincing a clingy friend so quickly would seem a bit fake. It would be more reasonable for us to sit here for a while longer before leaving.”
Turing glanced at the clock on the wall.
“To be honest, I really want to go online and have other puppets handle today’s tasks. After all, I’ve already wasted a lot of time on you today. But then again, a little more time won’t matter now. So, what do you want to talk about?”
“Well…”
Xiluo’er scratched her head.
“Can I ask why you came to monitor me today?”
“I, I don’t think I’m worth someone like you personally coming to monitor…”
Xiluo’er blinked several times, looking at Turing.
‘All roads lead to Rome, as they say.’
Xiluo’er had gone through all that trouble, but ultimately, it was still to get an answer to this question.
“Sigh…”
Turing’s sigh was tinged with helplessness.
“Originally, I had no interest in you. Just a brat poisoned by the Chaos Cult.”
Turing was quite blunt, speaking without any reservations.
“The main reason is Ellen—she told me you’re very special.”
“Although I don’t really believe in mystical things, she is, after all, the renowned ‘Witch of Destiny.'”
Turing waved her hand, a hint of impatience in her voice.
“Anyway, that’s roughly it. I’m too lazy to explain further. In short, I just wanted to confirm what makes you so special.”
Although Turing didn’t elaborate, Xiluo’er immediately understood.
She recalled Ellen’s deliberate whispers to Turing yesterday when they spoke.
Xiluo’er grasped Ellen’s intention. Ellen had previously told her that there was a slight issue with her cooperation with Turing, so she didn’t mind bringing in Xiluo’er as a third party to create a checks and balances situation.
However, Ellen couldn’t directly tell Turing her identity, so she could only subtly mention that Xiluo’er was ‘special’ and leave it at that.
Xiluo’er understood Ellen’s meaning, and Turing surely did too. Therefore, from a manipulative standpoint, Turing pretended to be indifferent to Xiluo’er, but secretly observed her situation today.
And coming in person was naturally the safest method—Xiluo’er understood this, as she also had much to say about concealing appearance and identity.
However, even Turing hadn’t anticipated that Xiluo’er would happen to be… what she truly looked like?
In fact, if Turing had simply used a random puppet to monitor, Xiluo’er wouldn’t have been able to recognize her—Turing had so many puppets in Lund City, how could Xiluo’er remember them all?
This was a case of accidentally hitting the mark.
Nevertheless, it turned out that Turing was interested in her because of the butterfly effect of the plot. There was nothing she could do about that.
However, Xiluo’er felt that it was at least better than Ellen’s situation, even though Ellen’s actions surely had deeper implications.
“So, what exactly is so special about you, brat?”
Turing scanned Xiluo’er up and down with a scrutinizing gaze several times, but couldn’t make sense of anything.
Xiluo’er could only respond to Turing with innocent, blinking eyes.
‘Xiluo’er didn’t know.’
“Never mind, that guy probably just came to another conclusion about destiny or something. Wait!”
Turing suddenly slammed her fist heavily on the table in front of her.
“That Ellen, she wouldn’t have anticipated this situation happening today when I came to monitor you, and that’s why she told me that just now, would she?”
Turing felt it was hard to say.
Although she didn’t think that always elegant witch would do something so undignified, everything that happened today was a bit too coincidental. So coincidental that she had to wonder if it was some arrangement of destiny.
“Ahaha…”
Xiluo’er chuckled awkwardly, quickly changing the subject.
“Then, Ms. Turing, I think enough time has passed. Shall we go out now?”
“You can just pretend we had a good talk, and then she can tell that guard that I understand my mistake and won’t quarrel with my parents anymore… or something.”
Xiluo’er watched Turing’s face grow darker and darker. Then, as if giving up on treatment, Turing sighed.
“Fine, today’s just my bad luck.”
“Let’s go, let’s go.”
Turing and Xiluo’er stood up, but before they could make any move, the interrogation room door suddenly opened.
“Um, little sister, you must be a bit hungry after staying in here for so long, right?”
“I brought you some food, you can rest for a bit?”
The guard who suddenly appeared outside the door and the two inside formed a staring match.
‘Oh no!’
Xiluo’er’s heart sank, sensing trouble.
The guard who appeared outside the door was precisely the one who had taken Turing away earlier.
Xiluo’er had been careless; she should have realized that since he was also a guard, his presence here was perfectly normal.
“You’re… the little sister who came to find me just now? What’s going on? You two, you actually know each other?”
The guard’s expression turned serious.
“Please explain yourselves properly, you two little friends?”
‘Ah, this.’
Now Xiluo’er had nothing left to say.
Caught by the guard she had seen before, Xiluo’er’s fabricated story naturally fell apart.
Ten minutes later, the two guards, after communicating with their colleagues about Xiluo’er’s story, reached a conclusion—these two little sisters were deliberately playing tricks on them.
Playing such a prank on the City Guard—such behavior would certainly not be let off easily.
And so, the situation transformed from Xiluo’er coming to rescue Turing, to Turing and Xiluo’er sitting side-by-side in the interrogation room, waiting for someone else to rescue them.
In front of them were two plates of small cakes, brought in by that same guard.
‘Now we’re eating prison food.’
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