334: Chapter 132: The Rebellious Runaway Girl 334: Chapter 132: The Rebellious Runaway Girl The streets of Tianmen City at midnight weren’t as dangerous as they were for Saifu, but they certainly didn’t offer any 24-hour fast-food restaurants where a runaway teenage rebel could find temporary shelter.
Dragging her suitcase, Li Mumu arrived at a small square not far from her home and sat on a bench.
She opened her notebook, prepared to contact Wang Yunxiao.
This was the most convenient method she could think of in a short time.
First of all, she was a stranger in Tianmen City, especially after all traces of her existence had been erased.
Even people from her past might not remember the name Li Mumu.
Secondly, seeking help from the Special Service Bureau posed a great risk.
After experiencing the first Time-Space Retrospection, Li Mumu could be certain that the Bureau had records of her and that their memories were retained.
But the problem was the sensitivity of this particular time.
When the moon hides, chaos reigns supreme.
Putting herself in their shoes, she also wouldn’t easily trust someone who was marked as a “key surveillance target.”
If trust was possible, she should have been rescued back at the moat when she waved the white flag to surrender.
What proved true was that the Special Service Bureau adopted an indiscriminate, high-pressure policy at this point in time—better to kill by mistake than to let go of a potential threat.
Their policy was fine; the problem lay with herself.
And her biggest issue was proving her identity; proving that she was indeed herself.
There was a West Xibe fugitive at large, and Li Mumu didn’t yet know how many pitfalls Li Lingling had dug for her while wearing her face.
Strictly speaking, she couldn’t be considered “Li Mumu” at the moment.
The flesh and blood Li Mumu was still back at the Netherworld Springs.
What descended upon the Real World tonight was “Lady Red Shroud” from the Thousand-Year Dynasty World.
If she had enough time, Li Mumu might have been able to explain her situation to Yaoqin or Qiao Hongyi.
But the problem was that she might not have that time since she might not be able to meet these two senior officials.
And what about those at the bottom rung in grey military uniforms…
who would recognize her from Adam?
Of course, she could also approach Sister Gu or that doctor in the hospital…
but normally, they wouldn’t leave the Special Service Bureau.
To sum it up, the risks far outweighed the benefits.
Now, with an indeterminate number of Chinese hours till dawn and most people asleep, even if she wanted to cause a commotion, it wouldn’t make much of a splash.
At this moment, the only person Li Mumu could think of who might be able to help was Wang Yunxiao.
First, this guy tended to stay up late, so he might see the message she left on her notebook.
Second, he did have a bit of a chivalrous heart—he had gone out of his way for a junior high school student in his first year, who was not very close to him and fought with someone for the sake of a young widow…
Um…
why are they all women?
Am I reading too much into it?
Li Mumu felt she was probably overthinking it, considering Wang Yunxiao had no lack of brothers around him.
If he was just lascivious, his brothers wouldn’t be so devoted to sticking with him.
If she sought him out, he would likely help, but how would she explain her current situation to him?
He probably didn’t remember who Li Mumu was anymore, and to a junior high school loafer who just entered second grade…
if you talk to him about multiple dimensions, time-space tides, and karmic retributions, would he understand all these technical terms?
That would be casting pearls before swine.
Look at him—average looks, average name, leading an average life.
He doesn’t seem at all like the low-profile male protagonist with a hidden identity one reads about in novels.
What runaway wealthy young master…
No, that’s my current cover story.
What returning war hero from a foreign battlefield, who commands eight hundred soldiers at a shout, charging up the north slope upon witnessing his daughter living in squalor…
Just the thought is enough to know this isn’t a possibility.
She needed to concoct a story he could understand and accept, without raising his suspicions.
Where should this story begin?
“Actually, I am your long-lost cousin…
Nope, that’s obviously fake.”
“Eight hundred years ago, you saved me from the clutches of a bald monk…
Do they think I’ve never heard a story or play before?”
“I am Emperor Qin Shi Huang, V me 50… Now’s not the time for memes!
People from this era won’t understand this kind of meme!”
Li Mumu bit her fingernails, deep in thought.
Then she thought of Li Lingling.
As someone who had traveled back from the future, she likely had a grasp on all the personal connections around her and could guess who she would seek out for help.
She couldn’t take the ordinary route.
At this time, she had to think outside the box.
“Wang Yunxiao!
I am your future wife, come and save me!”
If she wrote it like this, that guy would probably be utterly confused.
Without considering whether it made sense, at least he would come out to meet her.
Then she could coax him into helping her establish an anchor point.
Li Mumu made up her mind.
Just as she was about to write it down, a sharp pain shot through her waist.
Wendy, disguised as a ragdoll, reached out and viciously pinched the soft flesh at Li Mumu’s waist.
Li Mumu suddenly looked up and only then noticed two unfamiliar figures who had quietly appeared not far away under a streetlamp, seemingly observing her with interest.
Who are these people?
No, more like, what kind of good people could be appearing at this place and time?
It wasn’t even certain if they were human.
Li Mumu squinted her eyes, quietly closed her notebook, and quickly wrote down a sentence on it.
“Save me!”
At this moment, she no longer had time to leave more information, because the two figures started walking toward her.
What to do, I’m just a powerless underage girl, could I have been targeted by some bad guys?
Li Mumu sat up straight, her eyes narrowing, and the Red String stirred restlessly under her skirt.
In the pitch darkness, her vision was already compromised.
It was only when the two approached that she realized she recognized one of them, and he was also one of her options for help that evening.
Qiao Hongyi!
The man walking with Qiao Hongyi was plain-looking, with a fake smile on his face.
He took off his hat, slightly bowed to Li Mumu, and gave a courtesy.
“Princess Ping’an, or should I say Lady Red Shroud?
I didn’t expect to encounter you here tonight.”
???
Li Mumu was baffled.
“Do I know you?”
“Not yet, but we are destined to be acquainted, and with time we will become familiar.”
His gaze shifted from Li Mumu’s face to the notebook in her hand and the travel suitcase beside her, a flicker of surprise evident in his eyes.
“Where have you come from, Your Highness, and where are you headed?”
Who the hell are you to question me?
Seeing Li Mumu’s unmoved and vigilant expression, the plain-looking man stepped back slightly and said with a smile, “I’ve been presumptuous.
Might I inquire whether Your Highness has dined tonight?
I just happen to have some fresh ‘Blood Food’ here to present to Your Highness.”
As he spoke, he lifted his hand and took out a glass vial from his bag.
The vial contained a blood-red viscous liquid.