The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 522 - 279 Unwavering, Not to Test_2
Jiang Shu watched her leave and then turned to head towards the basement.

He swiped his card to open the door to the storeroom, looked at the illuminated lights inside, and the well-equipped little house, and leisurely walked over.

”Jiang Shu!” It seemed as if he heard Jiang Shu’s door opening and footsteps, the second-floor window of the small house instantly opened and a familiar face appeared there. Red Clo’s face showed an excited expression as he waved to Jiang Shu while continuously jumping, appearing very happy to see him.

However, Jiang Shu was well aware that this exaggerated display of emotions was all an act.

”Uh-huh,” Jiang Shu nodded slightly in his direction, ”I’m back. How have you been recently?”

”Not bad, except Tang won’t let me stay on the same floor as him anymore, which is a bit uncomfortable,” Red Clo sighed. But then he quickly perked up, ”I’m going to see what he is doing.”

With that, Red Clo’s body split apart, as he folded his limbs into spider-like appendages, flipped out of the window, and climbed up to the third floor of the small house.

A creature with a base of eight spider-like slender articulated legs and a head on top was unsettling to see in the middle of the night, an oddity that could make one’s skin crawl.

Soon, the third-floor window opened again, and Paperman Tang, holding the paper-spider Red Clo, walked to the window, let go of his hand, and tossed him down. He maintained an unchanging facial expression and never glanced at Jiang Shu.

As if his world no longer contained anyone other than Red Clo and Aishania.

And Jiang Shu didn’t say anything, paying no heed to Red Clo’s dramatic pleas, he turned and left the small room.

If possible, he would also like to completely kill Tang to prevent future troubles, but that special Spiritual Body could resurrect others at will. If Tang were resurrected by the Spiritual Body, it would be another big calamity.

He could only keep him locked up in the basement of his house, under the dubious watch of Red Clo.

With a ”bang,” the door of the storeroom closed, Jiang Shu stepped out and turned to look into the depths of the basement.

There was light, and by the side of a certain door, a giant rat head stuck out, curiously looking over at Jiang Shu.

”Phil.” Jiang Shu walked over towards it.

”Jiang Shu.” Rat King Phil nodded at Jiang Shu, ”You’re back, huh?”

”Uh-huh,” Jiang Shu said, standing beside Phil and looked into the room.

The room was large, divided into many small sections, each holding six or seven bigger rats.

He knew that these were mutant individuals specially bred by Rat King Phil, with robust physiques and higher intelligence that allowed for basic communication with the Rat King.

At the same time, they were the most outstanding espionage organization in this world.

”We now have nearly a hundred enhanced rats and can cover the entire Area A,” Rat King Phil’s eyes followed Jiang Shu, looking with tenderness at the enhanced rats in the breeding room. This tenderness was not present when looking at humans.

For Phil, humans were no longer his kin; only these rodent creatures could be considered his kind.

”The breeding efficiency should be increasing, right?” Jiang Shu asked. ”I remember rodents breed very quickly.”

”No, no, no,” Rat King Phil shook his head, denying Jiang Shu’s statement. ”Each litter of these enhanced rats can only produce one offspring, and they can’t inbreed repeatedly; it would lead to genetic collapse.”

”Alright then, how long before we can cover the entire Seventh District?” Jiang Shu continued to inquire. He was not interested in the details of rat breeding; he just wanted to know when his intelligence organization could be officially established.

”Leaving the breeder rats, about a month,” Rat King Phil gave a rough estimate but did not speak definitively, ”Provided that the funding is in place.”

”You don’t need to worry about that,” Jiang Shu also smiled. To him now, the money needed by Rat King Phil was a small amount.

Rat King Phil nodded, understanding that his new owner was wealthy, and now it too could afford to buy some things that it used to not even dare to dream of.

Thinking of this, its mood also brightened.

”Since that’s the case, I’ll be leaving first. Call me if you need anything,” Jiang Shu said to Rat King Phil and then turned to leave the basement.

Returning to the first floor, Jiang Shu first went upstairs to check on the fish lady. As usual, she was lounging lazily in the water in a swimsuit, but this time she wasn’t watching a movie; she was playing a game.

Looking at the game graphics, it was a classic action game from Lonely City, with sophisticated visuals, and the fish lady’s gameplay was sharp. It was apparent that she had put a lot of effort into it.

The fish lady wasn’t human; sleep wasn’t a physiological need for her, merely something to resort to out of boredom, or to make time pass more quickly so that lunch or dinner would arrive sooner.

Living such a carefree life, even Jiang Shu felt a touch of envy.

He then went into the kitchen.

There was no particular reason, other than that Liu Tingruo liked to eat something before going to bed, a habit he was well aware of.

But he didn’t need to make much, just a little something as a nighttime snack would satisfy her.

After a while, he went upstairs with a bowl of red bean and lotus seed soup and a few small baked cakes.

”How did you know I was hungry?” Fresh out of the shower, Liu Tingruo was at the vanity table, drying her hair. She turned her head, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Jiang Shu with food.

”At this hour, aren’t you always hungry?” Jiang Shu placed the food on the vanity and reached for the comb to help her with her hair.

Close by, Xiao Ba was stuck to a heat-emitting light board, drying Liu Tingruo’s hair.

”That’s true.” Liu Tingruo took a sip of the red bean soup, nodding in satisfaction.

It was mildly sweet without being cloying, the red beans soft yet grainy, complemented by the lotus seeds, giving the soup a multidimensional texture.

Then, a rare expression of happiness bloomed on her face, typical of a contented woman, ”Being by your side is indeed happier.”

”Then visit me more often, and I’ll try to find more time for you too,” Jiang Shu said as he slid his right hand through her hair, her smooth strands slipping through his fingers—a pleasant sensation.

He hadn’t asked Liu Tingruo to come back to Seventh District for good, nor did he propose leaving everything in Seventh District to join her in Fifth District, because they both had their own matters to tend to, important things they couldn’t just set aside.

They had figured this out after their previous elopement.

This way of being together was actually quite nice.

Unshakable and without testing boundaries.

”Okay, I got it,” Liu Tingruo replied while sipping the red bean soup in small mouthfuls, ”Go take your shower.”

Like Jiang Shu, this kind of life already filled her with contentment.

The night passed without incident.

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Early the next morning, Jiang Shu set off for the Black Currant Theater. Sister Mei had almost finished dealing with the TV collaboration, and with the help of the Seventh District Police Station, there were hardly any obstacles.

Sitting at the long table in Magic House, Jiang Shu always had the illusion that life was returning to its peaceful routine.

But whether it was the unresolved Gary Incident in Thirteen District or the increasingly viral Sages Group video online, both were leading the situation into a completely different dimension.

With millions of views already, the top trending topic on Thunder Platform had been this video for two consecutive days.

At this point, the video couldn’t just be deleted. Many people had emphatically linked it with the Worker’s Plan.

An attempt to delete it haphazardly could provoke a severe backlash from the public.

It was as he had said to Wolf, they needed to let the bullet fly a bit longer.

And it was during this time of waiting for the bullet to travel further that Li Yuntang came knocking.

Upon opening the door to Magic House, there stood a woman both familiar and strange.

With no need for makeup, she was already the pinnacle of beauty in the city, and Li Yuntang always gave Jiang Shu a strange feeling.

Unlike Liu Tingruo, who was almost destined to stick to the mature lady style and certainly wouldn’t want to dress in girlish clothes and torment Jiang Shu’s peace of mind with a cutesy voice.

Li Yuntang, on the other hand, could almost perfectly master any style—whether it be girlish, mature, or the girl next door, and even portray a woman in her thirties with finesse in films.

”Hello, Jiang Shu, we meet again,” Li Yuntang stood alone at the door, greeting him with a calm voice.