Chen Miemie first knocked on the door of the academy's infirmary.
There was no response.
He simply pushed the door gently.
It swung open at his touch, clearly welcoming any visitors.
Chen Miemie scanned his surroundings.
The space inside was vast; rather than an infirmary, it looked more like an inpatient ward in a hospital.
Out of the ten beds, six were empty. Four were occupied by people who were all fast asleep.
The four patients shared a remarkably uniform style. They were wrapped in bandages from head to toe. Except for their eyes, even their hair was completely covered, making them look exactly like four mummies.
Deepest inside was an inner room, its view blocked by a curtain. There was some movement behind it, continuously emitting faint sounds.
Chen Miemie tiptoed toward the curtain.
He reached out, slightly lifted a small corner, and carefully peeked inside.
At first glance.
Chen Miemie's eyes met an eyeball at zero distance.
It was a literal, standalone eyeball, no face, no other organs, just a pure eyeball!
Ah!
Chen Miemie's legs went soft from this point-blank jump scare, and he plopped down hard on his butt.
What are you yelling for? Be quiet and wait until I finish the surgery, an adorable loli voice rang out.
The curtain was pulled halfway open. The person inside clearly recognized Chen Miemie, shot him a glance, and then went back to focusing on the surgery at hand.
Chen Miemie slightly raised his head.
It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but once he did, he immediately felt his sanity dropping rapidly.
From his angle, he couldn't see who was lying on the operating table.
However, the little girl doctor performing the surgery completely overturned his understanding of humanity.
The doctor wasn't wearing a white coat. Instead, she wore a tight-fitting tank top and ultra-short denim shorts.
Her hair was tied in a single ponytail, generously displaying her soft arms and chopstick-straight legs.
She had the body type of a little girl, yet the perfect proportions of a grown woman.
Her skin was fair, her nose bridge high, and her mouth petite.
It was just her eyes...
She had a bit... too many eyes?
Just from Chen Miemie's rough glance.
This little girl doctor had over a dozen eyes crawling all over her arms.
On her long legs, there were at least twenty more.
Even on her face, forehead, cheeks, and neck, there were eyes.
Sensing Chen Miemie's gaze, several of the dozens of eyeballs all over the doctor's body rolled over to make eye contact with him.
Chen Miemie: ...
Right now, he neither wanted to maintain eye contact nor dared to look away.
After all, closing his eyes when facing danger would just be pure ostrich behavior, leaving him at the mercy of others.
Chen Miemie didn't look away.
This drew more and more eyeballs to look at him.
Chen Miemie felt that if there were any chance to yield in this staring contest of What are you looking at?, he would absolutely bail immediately and admit defeat.
This stare-down lasted for about fifteen minutes.
Chen Miemie was somewhat of a weirdo.
Looking at these eyeballs, his mindset shifted from initial horror to gradual acceptance. In the last five minutes, he even felt that the little eyeballs looked somewhat pretty individually.
Alright, surgery complete. Chen Miemie, your mental fortitude has improved. You actually dared to stare at me the whole time?
The beautiful doctor finished the surgery, put down her scalpel and forceps, and took off her bloody gloves.
The eyes on her body closed one by one, eventually sinking completely into her skin and disappearing.
Congratulations, Teach, on another successful and amazing surgery. Chen Miemie was very pragmatic; he knew when to act like a sycophant.
Successful? Perhaps. This guy asked for a leave of absence from my class last week, claiming he was sick at home and bedridden.
Yesterday, someone reported him. He was actually out fooling around, messing about with men and women.
I was just caring for a sick student, helping him check his body, and conveniently performed a minor surgery to remove some useless tissue.
From now on, he won't need to be distracted by matters of men and women, and can focus entirely on his studies.
Alright, enough nonsense. What's the deal with you skipping class this morning?
Chen Miemie: ...
If I say now that I had a nail driven into my forehead, my throat slit, and my kidneys harvested last night, and then she checks with her dozens of eyes and finds no scars at all, is it possible she'll kindly make my words come true for me?
Seeing that this doctor-teacher's forehead was starting to show signs of squeezing out a second pair of eyes, Chen Miemie hurriedly spoke up.
He gave a trimmed-down version, hiding the part about transforming into the moon, and recounted the assassin showing up, as well as the news he just learned from Class President Yue Junyang about the bodyguard's death.
This teacher, covered in eyes, was clearly no ordinary person either. She should be able to accept the fact that someone could be killed three times simultaneously and still be alive and kicking, right?
Don't copy those troublemakers in class and keep calling me Teach. I have a name. Call me Fengling.
Okay, Sister Fengling.
Chen Miemie knew that calling a little girl Sister was a foolproof strategy.
Sure enough, the little girl teacher Fengling's expression softened quite a bit.
Is everything you said true? You're not lying to me?
True, truer than real gold. I swear on four fingers! Chen Miemie raised his hand, extending four fingers.
According to what you're saying, besides that female assassin last night, there might have been someone else who killed the bodyguard near your house. This raises two questions, Fengling said, raising an eyebrow.
What questions?
The first question: after the female assassin killed you the first time, why didn't she leave directly? What did she go into the other room in your house to do?
Indeed, I had my guesses afterward too. At first, I thought she might be looking for something, but I can confirm she didn't take any items when she left.
I thoroughly searched the other bedroom and didn't find anything unusual either.
Hmm. The second question: if the assassin was clearly proficient with a dagger, why did she prioritize using a nail?
Killing someone with a dagger only requires being slightly stronger than the opponent. Driving a nail into someone's forehead almost requires ensuring the opponent is completely incapacitated.
So, the first time, when you had no other injuries, why would you obediently let her drive a nail into the back of your head?
Keep in mind, there were no signs of forced entry on your door. For her to get in, she would need a key.
Chen Miemie had completely overlooked this point.
He lacked common sense in this world and didn't know that the door locks here were very special. Setting aside mystical abilities, an ordinary person wanting to get in would have to violently break the door down if they didn't have a key; there was no such thing as picking a lock with skill.
Just as the two were deep in thought.
Knock knock knock.
A knocking sound came from the door.
Come in, Fengling, who was no longer performing surgery, had the time to answer the knocker outside.
A man in work clothes walked in carrying a large box.
Teacher Fengling, your cross-city package has arrived. Please sign for it.
Alright, put it over there.
Fengling stepped forward to sign.
The moment the man entered the room, Chen Miemie's pupils dilated, and he secretly gritted his teeth.
After the man left.
Sister Fengling, what is this uniform for?
This? It's the uniform of the cross-city transport company. They exclusively handle the escorting of cross-city packages, and their fees are quite steep.
Is that so? I understand.
Alright, you can go back for now. I'll get someone to look into your situation as well. However, in this world, you are responsible for your own safety. Be careful lately.
Mm, I know, Sister Fengling. I'll be going now.
"Go on."
Stepping out of the infirmary, Chen Miemie clenched his fists inside his pockets.
"Last night, the work uniform Ash wore was exactly this one. An inter-city parcel, an inter-city message... this can't be a simple coincidence, can it?"
Chen Miemie raised his arm and tapped open the top message once more.
Time: 7:13
Sender: Chen Miaomiao
Message: Hehe, you got the gift, right? Do you like it? I'll be waiting for you to come find me~ (Four-leaf clover symbol)
Chen Miemie pulled the nail out of his pocket again.
The blood-soaked nail seemed to have undergone some mysterious reaction. It had grown to almost double its original size and was now as large as a pen.
At the tail end of the nail, tucked away in a hidden corner, was a distinct four-leaf clover symbol.
Chen Miemie compared the two symbols and confirmed they were identical.
"Chen Miaomiao? Is this the gift you sent me?"
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