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Chapter 105 - 092 Black Cocoon: Me, Your Daughter (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 105: Chapter 092 Black Cocoon: Me, Your Daughter (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The restraint belt slowly slipped away from Black Cocoon’s face, exposing his features to the damp and cold air, while falling into Ghost Bell’s eyes inevitably:

——There was no doubt, it was the daughter from the Gu Zhuo Case, in the guise of "Su Zimai."

"Xiao... Mai?"

At this moment, Ghost Bell froze in place, almost instinctively and hoarsely whispering the name of his daughter.

The deep voice was drowned by the sound of the torrential rain, and the force exerted on the metal gloves by Ghost Bell gradually lessened.

The rain poured down even harder, as if it intended to drown the entire city. A flash of lightning illuminated the two people in the dim building floor.

The daylight-like brilliance fell on Black Cocoon’s face, helping Ghost Bell realize once again that what he saw was not an illusion.

"No... Xiaomai."

Only belatedly, Ghost Bell’s blood-red pupils suddenly constricted—at that moment, the murderous intent boiling in his eyes completely faded, replaced with a fleeting display of bewilderment, panic, and astonishment.

As if he accidentally touched a tool burned by fire, he let go of Black Cocoon’s neck in horror.

"No... how is this possible?"

He shook his head, his shoulders drooping powerlessly, and slowly stepped back two paces.

In his constricted pupils, there was still the reflection of the face beneath Black Cocoon’s mask: Su Zimai’s expression was indifferent yet stubborn, carrying an unwillingly yielding pride.

Her mouth still bore traces of blood, yet her eyes looked at him as if he were a pitiful soul.

Ghost Bell’s body staggered backward like a kite with a broken string, dragging along the ground, slowly retreating.

He shook his head and cried out: "No, no!... No——!"

Gazing at Su Zimai’s face, twisted slightly in anguish, fear and self-blame burst entirely in Ghost Bell’s heart at that moment, flooding his mind.

Did I, with my own hands, hurt my own daughter?

I thought I was protecting my family, but... why is it her?

Why, Xiaomai?

Why, every time, do I keep... repeating the same mistakes?

The painful memories were dragged out once more in his mind: the half-bloodied face beneath the Blue Arc mask; the blood trail at Su Zimai’s mouth corner.

Thinking while retreating, as if avoiding the bloody reality before his eyes, Ghost Bell continued to distance himself from his daughter, only to find no way back, his back gently pressing against a thick column.

With his back against the pillar, the Gu Zhuo Case slowly lowered his head. The red glow in his pupils flickered like snowflakes across a faulty television screen, erratically.

"Xiaomai, what have I done..." He murmured hoarsely while clutching his forehead.

Ghost Bell all over trembled as he recalled vividly slamming his daughter against the wall and strangling her neck fiercely, leading to him gritting his teeth and letting out a howl.

Faced with Su Zimai’s face, Black Cocoon slowly rose from the indentation on the wall.

He adjusted the throat of the Restraint Incarnation and spoke in a clear yet slightly hoarse voice like a girl’s:

"You’re so ruthless, Dad, is this how you treat your own daughter?"

Enveloped in the restraint belt, his body walked step by step forward, appearing grotesque and shattered against the backdrop of lightning.

Yet that visage was so real, with discontent and sorrow reflected in the pupils.

After a moment of silence, Ghost Bell slowly knelt down, his head sagging, the light in his eyes dimming.

He asked, word by word:

"Xiaomai, why... does it have to be you?"

"Indeed... why is it me?" Su Zimai mocked, "Abandoning your daughter for two years, ignoring your son. Is it possible that only by wearing a mask can I make you realize what you’ve truly done to your family?"

"I was wrong, I truly was wrong."

Ghost Bell murmured repeatedly, even though his voice was heavily modified by the mask to have a metallic quality, it still revealed the weakness and plea inherent within.

He lowered his voice, speaking wearily:

"Xiaomai, let’s go home. I beg you... come home with me."

"Home?" Su Zimai said with a blank face, "If Brother is dead, is there still a home we can return to?"

She paused, then pressed forward with her questioning, "With Mother gone, and now Brother gone too, does this still count as a home?"

Ghost Bell firmly stated: "He won’t die."

"Yes, then work with me, Dad, let’s rescue Brother together." Su Zimai wobbled towards Ghost Bell, speaking softly, "Come with me... let’s save him."

Yet at that moment, staring at Su Zimai’s face, Gu Zhuo Case suddenly recalled a certain thing: That day, Black Cocoon had impersonated a member of that mob family to infiltrate the bar.

And when Gu Zhuo Case left the bar, he found that the man in the floral shirt was hanging below the billboard.

——Black Cocoon had the ability to alter his appearance.

This thought was akin to a truck crashing into Gu Zhuo Case’s heart, reducing all his troubles and confusion to fragments amid the screeching brakes.

He had been deceived.

Thinking of this, Ghost Bell suddenly raised his head, squinting his blood-red eyes:

"You deceived me... you have the ability to disguise yourself."

"Uh... Actually, I really am Su Zimai. If you don’t believe me, I can tell you my mom’s birthday?" Black Cocoon said lightly, his tone suddenly returning to its usual playful manner.

"How dare you deceive me?" Ghost Bell’s voice turned completely cold.

"Oh my God, is it necessary to shout so loudly? It’s just a little joke to help improve the bond between us..."

Black Cocoon covered his ears and shook his head, then sighed deeply. He simply stopped pretending, straightened up, and no longer walked on his knees.

He even stomped the ground vigorously with his feet, suddenly becoming lively and bouncing around.

Black Cocoon raised his head, staring directly into Ghost Bell’s eyes, speaking neither coldly nor warmly:

"You know, you only needed to say the word ’cooperate,’ and my main mission would have been nearly completed. But why didn’t you say it? Why did you find out at this critical juncture? Is it really that hard for you to say one word?"

The tone Black Cocoon used was like a little boy caught playing a prank, disappointed, unreasonable, and frustrated. He put his hands on his hips and continued to complain:

"If you were willing to say the word ’cooperate,’ wouldn’t it be a win-win for everyone involved?"

"What’s so good about that?" Ghost Bell slowly stood up from the pillar.

"What’s so good about that? Do you even have to ask? You... get an extra daughter, becoming a happy father with twin daughters and two good sons; and I... I complete my main mission and leave with a pat on the back."

Saying this, Black Cocoon put his hands on his hips and looked down, letting out a deep sigh: "But now... because of your foolish actions, all of this has been ruined."

With that, Black Cocoon dropped his head dejectedly and transformed his face once more into the Restraint Incarnation.

He revealed his true appearance, spread out his hands, and said in a relaxed tone: "Oh well, well, dear dad. Actually, I’m not Su Zimai, I’m Gu Wenyu."

"You’re still trying to deceive me?"

Ghost Bell slowly stood up from the ground, coldly staring at the face of Gu Wenyu on Black Cocoon.

His fury was completely ignited. It was as if he were being ridiculed like a clown. First, Black Cocoon pretended to be his daughter, and now, after being exposed, he still pretends to be his second son.

"Come on, I really am Gu Wenyu..."

Black Cocoon tilted his head slightly, pointing to his face, saying innocently, "Look at this face of mine, look at my little expressions, can anyone else imitate this well?"

On the face of the Restraint Incarnation was the intact and authentic face of Gu Wenyu, with no details altered.

But he forgot to change the details of his throat, so he was speaking in Su Zimai’s voice—Gu Wenyu’s face paired with Su Zimai’s tone, it was incredibly bizarre.

Like some damn cyborg.

Ghost Bell burned with rage.

The next second, as a powerful bell sound rang out, time seemed to freeze at that moment.

When Black Cocoon came to, his pupils contracted. He noticed he was already on the wall ten meters back, with Ghost Bell gripping his neck, those crazed eyes inches away.

The ability to freeze time? Black Cocoon thought, no... it’s slowing down the flow of time?

Ghost Bell said, "You’re finished."

"Okay, actually I’m Gu Qiye." Saying this, Black Cocoon transformed again into the appearance of Gu Qiye.

He said mockingly, "I can even be your deceased wife, Su Ying... Come on, if she saw you sneaking around with the barmaid, she’d jump out of her coffin to kick your behind, my dear old dad."

To avoid being further deceived by Black Cocoon’s face, Ghost Bell raised his hand and directly ripped off his face.

Ghost Bell looked down at his own right hand, and on his metal glove wasn’t a human face, but a piece of restraint belt slumped like a dead snake.

Seeing this scene, Ghost Bell finally understood that the Black Cocoon standing here was just a clone... a decoy.

He slowly looked up again, sizing up Black Cocoon’s face once more.

At this moment, Black Cocoon’s face had already become a terrifying void, an alien mass formed by twisted restraint belts:

Black Cocoon grinned, the restraint belts constantly falling from his face like black tears.

He said, "Indeed, I thought I could still deceive you, Mr. Ghost Bell... But you really have no sense of humor, can’t we have a less... confrontational atmosphere between us?"

Ghost Bell stared at this ugly, non-human face, saying deliberately:

"No matter what your purpose in approaching us is, I warn you... if you dare do anything to harm my sons or daughters, it doesn’t matter where your true body is, I will find you and tear you apart."

Upon hearing this, the corners of Black Cocoon’s mouth rose higher, nearly reaching the sides of his cheeks.

He said eerily, "Oh, I’m really going to welcome you by that time. I think... you’ll love what’s under my mask, you’ll love it so much that you’ll want to tear your own heart apart."

As he finished speaking, his head was suddenly embedded into the wall by a hand, and countless cracks emerged from his body, each restraint belt overheating and wailing.

Before long, this grotesque body began to disintegrate, turning into pieces of scorching gas that gradually evaporated.

The world fell silent, but Ghost Bell’s inner rage had not subsided. He breathed deeply, staring at a hole in the wall as if looking at a chasm within his own heart.

Ghost Bell slowly removed the breathing mask from his face, and Gu Zhuo Case withdrew his gaze from the pits in the wall, then looked down at the remains of the restraint belt on the floor.

In the dead silence of the building, a roar of anger was heard.

Outside, it continued to rain heavily, and the entire Tokyo City groaned beneath the thunder. The neon signs flickered in and out, while passersby, clad in raincoats, came and went.

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