latelenovela Chapter 249 Starting from Desire
Chapter 249 Starting from Desire
Seven o'clock in the evening.
When Miao Meng accompanied Mana back home, the door had been opened by Xiao Mu and was wide open. This meant that thieves generally did not look down on Miao Meng's tattered drum set. Fortunately, the most expensive thing in Miao Meng's house besides Xiao Mu was the drum set.
"What the hell is this kid doing? He didn't even...close the door...huh..."
Miao Meng swore that she had never run such a long marathon in her life. She ran all the way from the edge of Akihabara to the tram station, took a 20-minute tram ride, and then ran all the way back home. This short half-hour simply demonstrated the impact of different clothing styles on activities in special circumstances.
After Mana terminated her contract with the agency and fell into poverty, she always wore cheap, breathable canvas sneakers when going out with Chuhua. She didn't change even after she started making money again at Ave Mujica. In addition, she would occasionally go to the gym, so no matter whether it was five kilometers or ten kilometers, as long as the speed was not too fast, it was all easy for her.
Miao Meng, a perennial internet celebrity, is determined to be prepared to be in front of the camera every minute of every second. She wears tight skirts and high heels all year round, and only changes into more comfortable and breathable clothes when she needs to work or rest at home. This leads to Miao Meng being able to run 20 meters as if she were running 200 meters.
Bad news almost came from the internet celebrity circle.
Kids, it's really important to dress in a loose and comfortable style.
After all, this was Mana's first visit to Meow Meng's home. Although official business was urgent, she still had to observe the necessary etiquette. After getting Meow Meng's suggestion to take off her shoes and go barefoot, Mana carefully changed her shoes and helped Meow Meng to rest on the sofa.
But I saw another white-haired girl who looked like a cat sitting on the sofa with her knees hugged. On the coffee table was a black guitar bag with a bulging interior, and a small trailer was parked next to the drum set.
This girl...
Mana and Meowmu looked at each other in bewilderment. Could such a cute child be a thief? Or rather, a thief wouldn't risk being caught stealing a snack and then stay at the crime scene to taunt him.
Is he Xiao Mu's friend? Or a lost kid who got lost in the wrong neighborhood and doesn't know how to get home?
And... Mana began to carefully examine the faces of Meow Meng and the white-haired, black-sleeved girl, trying to find some similarities, and soon found them -
"Mai-chan, you two look like cats."
After half a minute of astonishingly wise thinking, Mana naively came to the following conclusion.
"Huh?" The frail Meow Dream finally caught his breath, finally finding the strength to respond to this seemingly outrageous statement (which wasn't outrageous at all): "Mana, are you kidding me? This is a stranger... although she's certainly cute."
Little Lenai didn't understand all this. She just wanted to drink water. The purple-haired woman's house only had small biscuits that made her mouth dry after eating them, and she didn't like them.
"Um... little sister, this is my home, did you come to the wrong place..."
Miao Meng asked tentatively, and the expression on his face switched to that of a curious cat - these two people really are cats!
They are just about to get close enough to smell each other!
"That's right."
Seeing Xiao Lenai's confident answer, Miao Meng felt a little unsure and looked around again... The drum set was right, the refrigerator was right, the dressing table was right...
"But this is my home. Are you here to look for Xiao Mu?"
The door of the room where Xiao Mu lived was closed at the moment. Judging from the light coming through the gap in the door, the lights were probably not on and the curtains were drawn, making it pitch black.
"For you," Xiao Le Na pulled a note out of her pocket and read it aloud. "Yutenji Wakami...right?"
I'm super, box!
Miao Meng was frightened at once, thinking that this little girl was a subordinate of some gangster, who had taken a fancy to her body and was trying to force her to submit by exposing her personal information... Maybe he was thinking too much, but how could his personal information be leaked?
"Is it right?"
"...Yes, I will pay it back on time. I only borrowed 20,000 yen to buy cosmetics, and I was short of cash at the moment, so I asked your superiors to help me. Could you please inform your boss? There's no need to go back to my family for this small amount of money..."
Ah, I accidentally found out something interesting. The interesting woman - Xiao Lenai pouted her cat-like mouth and reached out to the black guitar bag on the coffee table.
"Audio?"
The honest woman Kumamoto Meowmeng appeared in a dignified manner, not caring about Xiaomu's condition, and obediently moved a small speaker out of the storage room.
"Keyboard? Power supply?"
Miao Meng doesn't have a keyboard at home, but there is a virtual keyboard software in Miao Meng's computer. Although Mana is not very used to it, she can still use it if it is a relatively simple melody.
After connecting all the devices, Miao Meng knelt obediently on the sofa and let Xiao Lenai do whatever she wanted.
"Play?"
Miao Meng sat down in front of the drum set almost like a robot receiving an order... and then suddenly reacted.
Looking at Mana's helpless and somewhat amusing eyes, Miao Meng finally realized that the debt collector would not be so idle as to ask herself and Mana to accompany her to play music.
So maybe this little guy just had a guitar addiction and just found a random house and sneaked in to wait to play together... Is that right?
"Keyboard?" Little Lenai tilted her head, her innocent yet confused eyes directed at Mana who was pointing her index finger at her.
"me?"
"Yes, the keyboard." Little Lenai seemed to remember something and dug into her pocket, pulling out a letter and a matcha lollipop. She gave the former to Mana and Meow Meng to read together, while she enjoyed the latter alone. "I'm the messenger."
"Messenger or something..." Mana and Meow Meng put their heads together, and they quickly finished reading the letter of only a few lines - in fact, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was an airdropped letter from Kashiwa Miki.
Provincial version: If Xiaomu is here, don't ask, Xiao Lenai will give you the score and music, and will reward you handsomely in the future.
"Okay...what about the song?"
Mana had more or less accepted reality. Since the doctor had made the arrangements, she would just obey. She then cheerfully stroked little Lenai's slightly chubby face. Although this child was very frugal with words, she was incredibly adorable.
It was also a letter... Miao Meng felt a little helpless. How old-fashioned was the doctor? Did he really love writing letters so much? Could he really have traveled from the 20th century?
"Sing?"
Xiao Le Nai wanted to know who would sing the lyrics. Mana raised her hand to indicate that she could sing in English, then squatted in front of the computer, waiting for the two to finish debugging.
The three of them were ready, and soon, a melodious and soothing melody sounded in the room. It not only flew out of the window and flowed between the buildings, but also faintly reached the ears of Xiaomu who locked himself in the room.
(Original song used: "Beneath the Mask" - Lyn)
Where have you been?
[Been searching all along]
[Came facing twilight on and on (You wander in the fog)]
[Without a clue]
Mu had actually been listening the entire time. The wound on his hand had not been properly treated. It was simply wrapped with a layer of gauze, and even the embedded glass shards had not been cleaned. The piercing pain made Mu... or rather, Mortis' heart feel very uncomfortable, like a powder keg that could be ignited at any time.
Leaning weakly against the wall, three empty bottles of medical alcohol lay on the table. The stench of inflamed wounds and the pungent smell of alcohol were intertwined, but Mortis's mind was already in a mess.
I have to take care of the wound... otherwise I won't be able to play guitar for the rest of my life.
If I had known earlier, I would have controlled myself. How could I have been so impulsive as to hit the glass with my hands... Who knew that this body still had some strength, and I could actually shatter the bathroom glass.
It's all Xiao Mu's fault for saying some inexplicable things...
Let’s not talk about the things in this life for now. I have to get better the day after tomorrow, otherwise…
Mortis's hands were already stiff with pain, so she could only bang her fists on her head in frustration, her beautiful blue hair beating the beat with the ensemble outside the room.
"What is this, Ichiri-chan, Aine-chan? Now there's a cat... It's like a tiger in plain land being bullied by a dog."
Mortis controlled her hand and tried to touch Miao Meng's old guitar hanging on the wall... It hurts!
Can't touch the guitar strings at all!
The pick...it still hurts!
A tear suddenly seeped out, and Mortis could no longer tell whether it was a tear of pain or a tear of self-mockery.
[Without a sign]
[Without grasping yet]
The real question to be asked
[“Where have I been?”]
"Doctor... you're amazing." Mortis already understood how Xiaomu, who was accidentally injured by Baihe Sanhui in the palace, felt now -
This feeling of being manipulated is not as direct as when I was controlling Xiao Mu in the game. Instead, it is the suffocating feeling of having everything guessed clearly no matter what I do.
"You know Mortis is feeling bad and confused right now, so I asked that cat to send me this song... Do you hope Mortis will give in?"
"...No, Mortis still wants to fight!"
You can disinfect the wound yourself. The instructional video has been downloaded long ago, so there shouldn't be any problem.
There were several bottles of alcohol and iodine in the drawer that had not been opened. Mortis carefully peeled off the gauze and found the vacuum bag containing the tweezers and disinfectant wipes she had bought at the pharmacy yesterday.
"Mortis... still has to fight."
The singing chorus outside the room became increasingly smooth.
Inside the room, Mortis's movements with the tweezers became more and more smooth.
The human body gradually develops a stronger tolerance to pain. The medical community believes that this may involve the establishment of reflex arcs and the tiny operations of neurons...as well as some psychological content.
Maybe it's a desire deep in my heart?
For a puppet to become a human, it must first start with desire.