Onlookers

Every anomaly is unique.

Apart from being able to hide its two bearers, the Sedan Chair could not adjust the size of its body.

It couldn't fit through the apartment building door.

Like Bobo, as long as it didn't speak, it could disguise itself as an ordinary object.

Even if it showed bizarre traits, it could be falsely claimed as a [Mysterious Item].

The fundamental difference between an anomaly whose true form is an object and a [Mysterious Item] is whether it possesses its own consciousness and intelligence.

Chen Miemie instructed the Sedan Chair to bring up its status panel.

Yellow text appeared in front of the Sedan Chair.

[Contract Sedan Chair] [Mystery] 4.0 [Immortality] 5.6 Abilities: Elusive, Black Coffin, Unhindered Ten Thousand Meters, Eternal Moon Familiar

Under the illumination of the Eternal Moon, the buffed stats were [Mystery] 4.3 and [Immortality] 6.1.

After some in-depth investigation, Chen Miemie figured out the Sedan Chair's various abilities.

The Sedan Chair's full name was [Contract Sedan Chair]. It was elusive and could transport passengers rapidly within a ten-thousand-meter radius.

The two pole bearers were unknown entities materialized from its Terms of Service. Passengers had to verbally agree to a series of obscure contracts before setting off.

The contract would always include a clause stating voluntarily pay an unpriced cost. Upon reaching the destination, the passenger would have to pay a portion of their organs or viscera as compensation.

Those who obediently paid could leave.

If they refused to pay, the space inside the Sedan Chair would turn into a black coffin, burying the creature inside alive.

Chen Miemie took the Sedan Chair to the shared parking lot used by several nearby buildings and found an empty parking space.

Sedan Chair, you can pick a parking spot you like tonight. After I buy it tomorrow, I'll put it directly under your name.

Chen Miemie, these are all open-air. I want an indoor one.

Oh, you're quite picky. The price for a dedicated garage is double. But I just came into some money, so approved. Go pick from that row over there.

The Sedan Chair excitedly summoned its bearers, who carried it over to observe them one by one.

I've chosen. I want Garage No. 6.

Chen Miemie went over to take a look.

Good heavens, it really knew how to pick. The first 10 garages were all used for parking large vehicles, and the area inside one was more than one and a half times that of the others.

You're not even as big as a small car. What do you need such a huge space for? To do somersaults inside?

My Contract Sedan Chair actually consists of two carriages, one male and one female. The one here is just one of them.

Chen Miemie was greatly surprised.

What's going on? Are you male or female? Can the two of you give birth to a little Sedan Chair?

No, both carriages are me, exactly the same. It's just that a long time ago, the male carriage was specifically for men and the female carriage was specifically for women. Now there's not much distinction.

Chen Miemie's eyes lit up, crying out Excellent in his heart: Buy one get one free! Doesn't this mean my family members also have a Sedan Chair to ride? Good, very good.

Alright, then hurry up and call your other half back. You won't be pulling outsiders anymore. Tomorrow I'll give you the key to Garage No. 6, well, into your bearer's hand.

The Sedan Chair was very happy, and the two bearers even hopped in place twice while carrying the carriage.

Its previous passive state was that it had to constantly carry passengers without rest. In truth, it didn't want to work like a beast of burden either.

Now that its passive state was controllable, it had become the exclusive Sedan Chair for Chen Miemie's family and even had a nest to shelter it from the wind and rain. It was simply delightful.

Early the next morning, after eating roast chicken, Chen Miemie went downstairs straight to the building administrator's office.

The young man named Bie Shengtao from yesterday was gone; today, it was a middle-aged uncle.

Chen Miemie felt a little panicked.

No way, could my passive ability be that wherever I live, the administrator there suffers and gets replaced?

Uncle, where is the young administrator from yesterday?

Hehe, that was my son yesterday. He helps me keep watch occasionally when he has nothing to do. I am the real administrator.

Then you are Uncle Bie?

Yes, young man. You look a bit unfamiliar.

Right, I moved into 1803 not long ago.

1803? Why did you go up to the 18th floor? Young man, if you have the means, you should change your residence immediately.

Why is that?

Ordinary people might not know and think the 18th floor is empty as it appears to the public. But actually, two households of illegal squatters live on that floor.

What do you mean by illegal squatters? Chen Miemie had a bad premonition.

Illegal squatters are people who move into vacant houses without the owner's authorization. I don't know the specific details of the two squatter households, but I've seen them once or twice. They look terrifying at first glance and feel quite dangerous.

Hehe, it's fine. I've dealt with one of the households. Actually, once you get to know them, they're quite easy to talk to.

Really?

Of course, I borrowed some time from him, and he agreed without hesitating for even a second.

I see, it seems I misunderstood him a bit. By the way, you're from 1803, right? Wait! So you're an illegal squatter too?!

Ah, Uncle Bie, you know the situation on the 18th floor. If the landlord could be contacted, I'd be willing to pay rent.

True, they really can't be contacted.

I'm here today to buy a garage. I want Garage No. 6 next door.

Alright, I'll register it for you.

Coming out of the building administrator's office, Chen Miemie carried the new keys and walked toward the parking lot.

In the parking lot, the Sedan Chair was surrounded by a crowd of people. It had temporarily rested in an open-air parking space last night.

The weather near the South District was very good today, with no fog appearing. Many nearby residents took the opportunity to come downstairs for a stroll and happened to see this rare object.

Among the onlookers, Madam Jin had the loudest voice.

This thing is so retro. I haven't seen one in years.

A neighbor immediately chimed in, Madam Jin, you know what this is?

Madam Jin smiled smugly, Of course. When my husband's ancestors were wealthy, they traveled in these. Look at this yellow exterior paint; it's a symbol of nobility.

Didn't your husband start out in transportation? That has nothing to do with nobility, right?

Nonsense! My husband's bloodline is extremely noble. It's just that the previous two generations fell into a bit of a slump. Once my son grows up, he will be part of the new elite!

The crowd just listened for amusement.

Whenever this Madam Jin went out every day, she would open her mouth to say my husband and close it saying my son. She just loved showing off in front of others.

In reality, anyone who had lived here long enough knew that Mr. Jin merely owned a small transportation fleet that took on short inter-city transport jobs.

Naturally, working hard, earning time, and getting rich through labor was an honorable thing. But for someone like Madam Jin to forcefully tie it to nobility was just a bit ridiculous.

Everyone laughed secretly in their hearts, but no one pointed it out. Someone had refuted her in the past, and the result was having to argue with Madam Jin on the street for half the day.

Please make way, everyone. I need to head out, Chen Miemie's voice rang out from the back of the crowd.

Everyone looked at him.

They saw Chen Miemie snap his fingers.

Sedan Chair, start.

Two bearers suddenly appeared at the front and back of the Sedan Chair.

The crowd hurriedly backed away, clearly frightened by this magic trick of conjuring living people out of thin air.

Chen Miemie opened his mouth to explain, Neighbors, no need to panic. This is my exclusive [Mysterious Item]. You'll get used to it after seeing it a few more times.

Madam Jin had retreated the fastest and furthest just a moment ago. Now, upon hearing his words and clearly seeing Chen Miemie's face, a bright smile instantly returned to her face.

She squeezed her way to the front, acting as if she and Chen Miemie were old friends.

"I was wondering who it was! If it isn't Chen Miemie! Young man, I could tell from the start that you were destined for great things. Sure enough, you passed the graduation exam, and now you're even using a [Mysterious Item]."

Once they realized that the person was a resident from upstairs, that the Sedan Chair was a personal belonging, and that there was no danger, the crowd immediately swarmed back around, chattering away all at once.

Chen Miemie chatted amicably with everyone, smiling as he shared a few details about the Sedan Chair.

Since he would be going in and out every day, it was inevitable that he would bump into these neighbors. It was much better to satisfy their curiosity right from the start rather than deal with daily misunderstandings later on.

That was the beauty of the mysterious world. As long as things didn't go too overboard, people had an incredibly high tolerance for the slightly unconventional, provided it was tied to a Mystic.

Case in point: gossip spread among the neighborhood aunties faster than anything else. In just a few hours, the locals probably wouldn't even bat an eye the next time they saw the Sedan Chair.

Having had their fill of the spectacle, the crowd dispersed.

Chen Miemie sat inside the Sedan Chair.

"Let's go. Head to the Jiang family villa."

The two bearers hoisted the Sedan Chair and set off as swiftly as the wind.

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