AITAMITB Chapter 51

Zhao Xiaokui took a refreshing shower in the locker room.

After not seeing Shen Zhifei for over a month, she had been suppressing her madness. Now that she finally saw her, she became excessively excited.

That’s why she immediately challenged Gou Rixin to a fight upon her return.

The fight left her feeling exhilarated and satisfied, more comfortable than drinking ice-cold Sprite on a hot summer day.

After changing her clothes and drying her hair, Zhao Xiaokui tied her long hair into a high ponytail, donned military boots, and headed towards the cafeteria.

On the way, many people greeted her, and she responded to each one.

The Nightwalker Base’s cafeteria was almost open all the time, preparing food instantly, except for the fixed meal times. After all, whether it was the night watchers responsible for fieldwork or the night guards handling office work, very few followed regular meal schedules.

Unlike other cafeterias that used plates, the Nightwalker Base used bowls. Large, medium, and small iron bowls were neatly stacked on one side of the serving area, and people could take a bowl to fill it with their chosen dishes.

“You’re so fast!”

As soon as Gou Rixin, who had taken a combat shower, entered the cafeteria, he saw Zhao Xiaokui, holding a tray with one hand and using a large ladle to fill her bowl with chicken legs, rabbit heads, and ducks.

“Uncle Gou, I’m quick, you’re not.”

Zhao Xiaokui glanced meaningfully at Gou Rixin’s lower body.

This unexpected remark caught Gou Rixin off guard.

Instinctively, Gou Rixin tightened his legs.

He seemed to still feel a faint ache in the most vulnerable area of his manhood.

Struggling to maintain a semblance of authority, he said, “Young girls like you, what are you thinking all day! Go eat your food.”

He was genuinely afraid.

He had fought with women before, and some aimed to attack his vital parts, but this particular area was naturally well-protected during combat.

Unfortunately, Zhao Xiaokui’s speed was extremely fast, and her angles were tricky. Several times, she targeted this area in her attacks.

During the fight, Gou Rixin was repeatedly frightened by her, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Who could withstand attacks aimed at such a vulnerable point?

The amount of food consumed in the Nightwalker Base is almost a benchmark for measuring a person’s strength.

The Earth’s supernatural energy is insufficient, and for supernaturals to replenish energy, they have to convert it themselves. For those who don’t know how to practice and cannot absorb free energy, the best way to convert is one word—eat!

The more powerful a supernatural is, the greater their demand for energy, and the more food they eat, the faster they digest.

Zhao Xiaokui and Gou Rixin sat at a table, not because they didn’t want to share, but because they had too much food to fit on one table.

Gou Rixin ate meat heartily, watching Zhao Xiaokui’s table full of food, feeling a bit subtle—

If a video of Zhao Xiaokui eating was posted online, who knows how many people’s goddess image would be shattered.

Crunch, crunch—

When Zhao Xiaokui ate, it was much more ferocious than Gou Rixin. Gou Rixin at least picked at the meat, while she gnawed on the bones along with the meat.

For the sharp teeth of a mermaid, the bones of ordinary animals were just slightly harder biscuits. Zhao Xiaokui found them quite tasty.

Gou Rixin turned his head while holding his food tray, and no matter how many times he saw Zhao Xiaokui’s way of eating, it still made him a bit uneasy.

“Are you always this wild when eating in front of Shen Zhifei?” he couldn’t help but curiously inquire.

“Don’t slander people!” Zhao Xiaokui looked indignant. “I am a fairy, do you understand?”

Forget it, fairy or witch, it’s about the same.

While silently complaining in his mind, Gou Rixin increased his eating speed, stuffing food into his mouth in large bites.

The night shift changed at two in the morning, but the villains who wanted to cause trouble generally wouldn’t follow the police’s schedule. If everyone could discuss it, most people would probably prefer troublemakers to cause havoc after they finish work, so even if there were tasks, it would be the responsibility of those on duty.

“Don’t choke, don’t choke!” Zhao Xiaokui poured a basin of water for Gou Rixin from a distance.

Gou Rixin lifted the bowl and poured it into his throat in large gulps.

After finishing, he smacked his lips, sweet.

He said, “Hey, your ability is quite useful. If being a celebrity doesn’t work out, you can open a mineral water factory.”

Zhao Xiaokui raised the mineral water bottle she had opened, “You just drank this stuff.”

Gou Rixin: “…”

Zhao Xiaokui didn’t blame Gou Rixin for being ignorant. After all, she only learned about her ability after Lin Bai’s education. The water she created out of thin air couldn’t be consumed. In simple terms, Zhao Xiaokui’s water-solidifying ability gathered water molecules from the air, turning them into liquid. Under the influence of supernatural powers, this process completely excluded the participation of other elements. What condensed together was pure water element—commonly known as ultra-pure water in the laboratory. It was a highly soluble liquid that could be considered as poison. Except for Zhao Xiaokui herself not feeling it when she drank it, the taste was almost bitter for others who tried it.

At 1:30, Gou Rixin’s communicator lit up.

Zhao Xiaokui quickly asked, “What level is the mission?”

In the Nightwalker Base, missions were classified into three levels based on the detected energy fluctuations. Level one was the most difficult, requiring at least a first-tier Nightwalker to handle. Level three was the simplest, something an ordinary team could handle.

Most of the time, Nightwalker teams dealt with level two or three missions, rarely encountering level one tasks.

As a low-level individual, Zhao Xiaokui could join in and get a feel for the atmosphere in advance for lower-level missions. However, if it was a high-level mission, such as a level one task, she couldn’t join in the fun to avoid accidentally becoming cannon fodder.

Gou Rixin knew what she was thinking, grinned, and said, “It’s a level three mission, let’s go.”

Zhao Xiaokui cheered and followed suit.

The three people leaving the base in the car were Zhao Xiaokui, Gou Rixin, and Lin Bai—coincidentally, the trio during this period.

Gou Rixin drove, and Lin Bai explained the mission. He said, “The source of the supernatural fluctuations is in the east-west area. There’s an abandoned building there that used to be haunted. No one dared to take it over, so it remained in the hands of the owner. Today, the detection network in that area picked up slight supernatural fluctuations, indicating the possible presence of a spirit.”

A spirit…

Zhao Xiaokui squinted at the chilly night outside the window. The lessons of these days were not in vain. She was no longer as ignorant about this world as she was at the beginning.

Just like the water ghost she encountered on her first day back, in this vast human world, there were many spirits or ghosts.

Most of the time, they were quite fragile. Even if they didn’t encounter a supernatural being, with the vigorous vitality of humans, they would usually dissipate in the air within a few days.

Occasionally, if two lucky ones survived, they might encounter a Nightwalker team like Gou Rixin and the others, and be dispersed directly.

They soon arrived at the abandoned building.

In the early morning, the abandoned building looked dilapidated, with plaster peeling off on the inside and red bricks on the outside weathered by wind and rain. Several staircases had collapsed, resembling a skeletal frame with only bones and no flesh.

The night wind blew through the pillars, chilling, and combined with the faint and elusive scent of blood in the air, it gave off a feeling reminiscent of a homemade horror film.

The three got out of the car, with Gou Rixin in the lead, Lin Bai in the rear, and Zhao Xiaokui in the middle, walking towards the abandoned building.

Creak, creak…

The footsteps were unusually crisp in the silent night.

Footsteps?

Suddenly, the group came to a halt.

Their shoes were specially customized, with top-notch sound-absorbing capabilities. Where did the footsteps come from?

As they stopped, the mysterious footsteps ceased as well.

Zhao Xiaokui cautiously retrieved a weapon resembling a flashlight from her tactical belt and pressed the switch, directing it into the air.

Sizzle… Accompanied by the bright light, a woman’s scream resonated in the surroundings.

Nightwalkers’ latest weapon, the Spirit Terminator, you deserve to own.

Although, until now, the concept of the soul remains an enigma for the vast majority of people.

Countless individuals spend their entire lives trying to unravel the mystery of the soul. However, most of the time, despite their lifelong efforts, they fail to achieve tangible results.

But that doesn’t hinder them from finding ways to deal with spirits.

Electricity— as long as the voltage is high enough and the flow is fast enough, there is no ghost it cannot disperse.

Zhao Xiaokui was using this device for the first time. When she pressed it, a dazzling golden light blinded her eyes, almost causing her to get injured during her first official mission in life.

As the electric light flashed, a woman in red appeared before them.

“I hate him so much, I hate him… It’s all because of Wang Chun that I died… I will kill him…”

Zhao Xiaokui had done her homework before coming, “But didn’t you jump off the building yourself?”

“Who would want to die if they can live? If it weren’t for Wang Chun forcing me, why would I jump off the building to commit suicide? I’m still so young, so beautiful…”

Wang Chun is the owner of this unfinished building.

Although Zhao Xiaokui is somewhat face-blind, she had seen the news before coming and guessed the woman’s identity. She took out her phone and tapped a few times, finding news reports about Wang Chun and the minor celebrity.

“But I saw online that you became the third party with Wang Chun, got pregnant, he refused to give you a status, and you climbed to the unfinished construction site to threaten him. As a result, you somehow jumped off the building, right?”

“Kill him, kill him—” The woman in red, filled with killing intent, stared with wide eyes. Whether her eyes were blinded by hatred or not, she attempted to rush towards Zhao Xiaokui.

Zhao Xiaokui attempted to communicate with her again, but it seemed like the woman was completely immersed in her thoughts, showing no response at all.

She had to take a step back, seeking refuge within the protective circle of Lin Bai and Gou Rixin, shaking her head, “Go ahead, she has completely lost her consciousness, only the obsession to kill Wang Chun remains.”

Communicating with spirits is a crucial step before dealing with them.

Those who become spirits, in addition to having innate talent and a strong soul, often need powerful obsessions to sustain their consciousness. This prevents them from wandering aimlessly in the world, dissipating like fools.

As a special existence, invisible and intangible to others, except for Nightwalkers who can briefly make them visible, these spirits are like pairs of hidden eyes living among the crowd.

When lucky, one can gather quite useful information from them.

The consciousness of this female ghost is evidently only enough for her to maintain her form but not enough for communication.

Lin Bai and Gou Rixin both took out weapons to deal with spirits, aiming at the female ghost.

Compared to the high-powered weapons they were using, Zhao Xiaokui’s seemed like a child’s toy.

Undeterred, she looked at the disappearing female ghost and touched her small electric gun, already anticipating the next mission.

After dealing with the female ghost and not sensing any residual supernatural energy, they prepared to leave.

At this moment, a sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the air.

A completely black bird suddenly landed not far from them, tilting its head, silently observing them.

Zhao Xiaokui and the bird locked eyes for a moment, and then she abruptly turned around, “Something’s not right; there’s still something inside.”

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