Chen Miemie didn't know that the [Sun Never Sets Society] simply didn't exist.
Ji Lan's smartest decision was not revealing his family's actual society name.
Otherwise, given Chen Miemie's petty nature, on the next Evermoon Night, he would definitely represent the moon and pay them an unexpected visit to stir up trouble.
A society, even for an ordinary graduate, was a colossal entity.
Chen Miemie wasn't afraid. He wasn't ordinary.
Not to mention the nights, he had Xiao Hong on his left and Xiao Shuang on his right, with himself, Little Huang, right in the middle.
Even during the day, he had Qinghua and Bobo, plus a perverted Joker next door. He was also the school's top seed, the Great Witch's only heir, and an honored guest of the Jiang family.
Making a move on him in broad daylight wasn't impossible, but the price would be exorbitant.
Chen Miemie didn't go straight home.
That blind date just now had only lasted a little over half an hour.
It was only just past 14:30.
Chen Miemie got off the bus when it passed a stop called [Vehicle Market Station].
He planned to buy a small car for commuting after the graduation exams, so he wouldn't have to factor in so much travel time wherever he went.
Chen Miemie wasn't filthy rich, at least not yet.
Even if he suddenly became wealthy, his mindset wouldn't change drastically in the short term. He wouldn't act like a character possessed in a short drama, going to a car dealership and buying a car at first glance just because of a slight disagreement.
He wouldn't buy one today, but he could go take a look first.
He hadn't misunderstood; [Vehicle Market Station] really did have a large matchbox vehicle trading market.
They had both new and used cars.
Most of the used cars in this world weren't sold because their original owners wanted an upgrade, but because the owners had met with various accidents, leaving the vehicles ownerless.
Chen Miemie didn't understand the car brands here. To him, there were no recognizable logos.
The world was somewhat small. He hadn't wandered alone in the sea of cars for long before he ran into an acquaintance.
His good buddy—Shi Lei.
Shi Lei and Chen Miemie had taken tutoring classes together. They were fellow sufferers who had shared a classroom, so calling him a good buddy was perfectly accurate.
"Chen Miemie!"
"Stone, why are you here?"
"My family does business here, so I often come to help out."
Chen Miemie was overjoyed. It was always easier to get things done with an acquaintance around.
"I want to buy a car for commuting. I don't care about showing off; new or used is fine. Do you have any recommendations?"
Shi Lei's family didn't sell cars; they were in the vehicle repair and maintenance business.
Having spent years immersed in repair shops and car markets, Shi Lei was undoubtedly a seasoned expert.
"What's your budget?"
Chen Miemie thought for a moment and decided to use a bottle of magic potion as his unit of measurement.
"Under 18 years."
"18 years is a lot. You could buy a very good new car with that. Where did you strike it rich, man?"
Facing his classmate, Shi Lei reached out directly, wanting to punch Chen Miemie's shoulder to express friendliness.
Chen Miemie dodged.
"Keep your hands to yourself. I have a treasure in my pocket. If you break it, you'll be crying when you have to pay for it."
"You? A treasure? Take it out and let me see."
Chen Miemie pulled out a test tube filled with a bright green liquid.
"A magic potion!" Shi Lei's eyes widened. "Quick, put it away. Never flash your wealth in public."
"Where did you get a magic potion?"
Chen Miemie gave a disdainful glance. "Everyone at school knows my mom is a witch. Is it really that surprising for me to have a magic potion?"
Shi Lei was left speechless. He expressed his deep disdain for these second-generation privileged kids.
Getting back to the point.
"Chen Miemie, actually, buying a car is easy. The hard part is getting a driver's license."
"Huh? What's so hard about driving? Don't you just need hands?"
"For us, it's indeed not too difficult. After all, as long as your [Mystery] is above 0.6, you can be a driver and achieve 'blind driving'."
Chen Miemie suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"What do you mean by 'blind driving'?"
"It means driving without looking at the road. The front of our vehicles only has a tiny eyebrow-slit window, so you basically can't see outside. Drivers all have to learn to drive with their eyes closed."
Chen Miemie: ...
I was wondering why everyone in this world had such high civic virtue, never jaywalking. It turns out that if you don't follow the rules on the road, you're literally asking for death.
"How long does it take to get a driver's license?"
"Half a year if you're fast. If you're slow..."
Chen Miemie stopped looking at cars and walked away immediately.
His head was now full of one thought: Are there any anomalies or monsters in this world that know how to drive?
Returning home.
Chen Miemie looked expectantly at the white porcelain beauty. "Qinghua, Qinghua, you know how to drive, right?"
Qinghua blinked, her pale face flushing pink. "I don't know how to drive, but I can listen to you drive."
"No, I mean literally driving. The kind of car you use to travel outside."
"Oh, then no."
Chen Miemie then looked at Bobo.
Looking at this roast chicken with a pineapple on its head, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to ask, merely sighing in disappointment.
"What's that supposed to mean, Chen Miemie? Are you looking down on me, Bobo? Go ahead and ask."
"Well then, Bobo, do you know how to drive?"
"Haha, of course not. How could a roast chicken drive? Chen Miemie, you're so silly."
Chen Miemie angrily tore off a roast chicken wing.
The one-armed Bobo chased after him, shouting, "Make sure to eat it while it's hot! That's a super spicy wing!"
Deep in the night, a scarlet blood moon hung in the sky.
Sixiang City was completely silent.
Suddenly, above the church, a massive bell tolled.
Subsequently, sirens blared across the entire city.
Chen Miemie, sleeping groggily, was awakened by the sirens.
"What's going on?" he asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Reaching for his watch on the nightstand, he saw two new messages in a row.
The first one.
Time: 03:13
Sender: The Church (City-wide mass text)
Content: Traces of the Mist Church have been discovered in the city. There are two of them. Citizens are requested to lock their doors and windows. Do not go out easily until you receive a notice that it is safe to travel.
The second one.
Time: 03:15
Sender: Sixiang City Hall (City-wide mass text)
Content: To all citizens, anyone who finds clues regarding members of the Mist Church, please report them immediately for a heavy reward. This Mist Cultist goes by the codename [Chef], wears a white chef's uniform and a chef's hat. Their weapons are various types of kitchen knives. They are bloodthirsty and ruthless, classified as a [Mystery] Level 4 existence or higher.
Chen Miemie stared at the two messages for a long while before figuring out the situation.
The Church and Sixiang City Hall likely had separate intelligence systems.
The Church knew two Mist Cultists had arrived, but didn't know the specifics.
City Hall knew the specific details of one of them, the [Chef], but didn't know about the second cultist.
Analysis complete.
Chen Miemie prepared to go back to sleep.
He was just an ungraduated student; minding his own business was enough.
Taking down evil cultists was a job better left to the big shots in the city.
Just as he was thinking this.
A knock came from the door.
"Strange, who would come looking for me at this hour? It's not like this is a [Day With No Tomorrow] shrouded in mist."
Bathed in the light of the rainbow moon, Chen Miemie currently possessed Xiao Hong's Level 9 [Immortality]. Unafraid of trouble, he simply opened the door.
The person knocking outside was a man wearing a white chef's uniform and a chef's hat, with a row of kitchen knives of various lengths tucked into his waist.
The man asked in a deep, hoarse voice, "Does the Joker live here?"
"No, he lives in 1805."
"Young man, judging from your subtle expressions, you have recognized me, haven't you." It was a question, but delivered in a declarative tone.
Chen Miemie nodded. "Yes."
"Thank you for the information, but unfortunately, I cannot let you go back and expose me." [Chef] placed his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.
Joker's voice came from behind him.
"If I were you, I wouldn't draw a crappy little knife and attempt such a foolish attack."
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