The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 37
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Arriving at the high floor of the building, Bai Chendeng smoothly pushed open the door and entered the reception room.
Three people were already seated inside: a clerk, a cadre, and the main subject of this meeting—Director Fang.
Director Fang stood up and gestured for Bai Chendeng to sit down.
Bai Chendeng sat in the single armchair. Because he had activated his Spiritual Sight and used the Sun’s Radiance, his eyes were exceptionally bright.
The clerk stood up to pour tea, respectfully handing a cup to everyone present.
Bai Chendeng accepted it.
The tea was slightly hot, the curled leaves settled at the bottom of the cup.
They looked like dried insect corpses.
This thought suddenly popped into Bai Chendeng’s mind.
The heat transferred through the cup warmed his fingertips.
Director Fang asked, “You don’t like tea?”
The cadre gave him a questioning look.
The clerk opened a book, picked up a pen, and prepared to take notes.
Bai Chendeng made a decision in just a few seconds and gently set the tea down.
He addressed the clerk almost provocatively: “The tea you brewed is too hot. I don’t want to drink it.”
The sudden remark stunned the other two people present; they couldn’t understand why Bai Chendeng had suddenly lashed out.
The clerk flinched.
Bai Chendeng asked, “Is he from the Bureau?”
Director Fang replied, “He’s the new guy, Lu Hong. He’s very meticulous. Is there a problem?”
Bai Chendeng didn’t answer him, instead continuing to pressure the clerk: “Someone from the Bureau doesn’t even have the courage to meet my gaze?”
Lu Hong stammered an explanation: “S-sorry, Mr. Bai, I’m timid…”
At this point, even Director Fang and the other cadre noticed the issue.
The Bureau had geniuses and eccentrics, but they had no mediocrities, and certainly no weaklings who lacked the courage to look a Great Demon in the eye!
Director Fang stood up and said sternly, “Lu Hong, look up!”
Bai Chendeng immediately reached out toward Lu Hong.
At that moment, Lu Hong was no longer timid. He raised his head, his eyes completely hollow, projecting blood-red threads that shot straight toward Bai Chendeng!
Sensing that something was wrong, footsteps scrambled in the corridor. In just a few seconds, the reception room door was pulled open.
When the door opened, the sight of the red threads emanating from Lu Hong’s eyes and pointing directly at Bai Chendeng fell upon everyone present.
Everyone was shocked, then surged in to restrain Lu Hong.
Bai Chendeng covered his eyes, collapsing onto the sofa, his body folding and curling into a ball.
Director Fang’s voice was urgent and trembling: “Call Cheng Zhuo over.”
Cheng Zhuo, captain of the Bureau’s Sixth Team, was skilled in strange and bizarre arts. The Suppression Talismans previously used against the “Nest” were modified by him.
Bai Chendeng suddenly interrupted: “No need.”
He stopped covering his eyes but covered his mouth instead, his voice muffled.
Director Fang was half-skeptical: “Are you… sure you’re alright?”
Bai Chendeng answered him with a nod.
Everyone only saw the young man with snow-white skin and dark hair, his figure somewhat slender. As he sat up, one side of his ear and the clean skin beneath it were exposed, like fresh snow.
The fresh snow rose and fell a few times, finally settling into stillness.
Bai Chendeng lowered his hand and stood up.
“Let’s check anyway.”
Director Fang watched him speak, noting that his eyes were slightly moist, tinged with a faint red compared to usual.
Bai Chendeng shook his head, his hair swaying slightly, and said, “I’m fine.”
Yet, how many people could believe him?
Lu Hong was already restrained, unconscious, his pupils dilated. Clearly, he had been infected without their knowledge.
“This was our oversight. We completely failed to notice any signs of infection in Lu Hong. The detectors in the building might no longer be able to accurately detect the infection rate one hundred percent of the time.”
What this implied was self-evident.
Bai Chendeng’s stomach was churning, but he desperately suppressed his instincts, forcing himself to appear calm: “Take him away. Don’t crowd him here.”
Leave?
They had clearly seen Bai Chendeng struck by those mysterious red threads. Who could leave with peace of mind?
Director Fang hesitated.
He changed the subject: “The Eye Worm’s methods are strange.”
Pointing at the teacups, he instructed, “Qiu, preserve these cups of tea and send them for testing.”
“Yes.”
“Hmm, just to be safe, call Cheng Zhuo back anyway.”
Qiu glanced at Bai Chendeng subtly. “Yes.”
Director Fang gave a dry laugh: “Haha… and have Cheng Zhuo take a look…”
Seeing Bai Chendeng look at him with a slight warning, he swallowed the rest of his sentence.
Bai Chendeng remained firm: “I am fine.”
The situation reached an impasse.
The branch office was competent, but its top-tier combat power reserves were limited. Although they had requested assistance from headquarters, they still needed to wait for that important figure to be freed from their mission.
If Bai Chendeng refused to budge and insisted he was fine, the Bureau truly couldn’t force the issue immediately. They couldn’t possibly summon captain-level cadres to forcibly fight him just to give him a checkup.
Director Fang felt his head was spinning.
“Ahem, this…”
Bai Chendeng was starting to get impatient, looking displeasedly at the crowd blocking the doorway.
“Your complexion doesn’t look very good…”
Director Fang cautiously ventured.
Anyone with eyes could see that Bai Chendeng’s face was growing paler, losing color, making him look fragile, like a flower on a withered branch in the snow, possessing an untimely beauty.
Bai Chendeng frowned, just about to say something, when his pupils suddenly trembled. He could no longer suppress it and began to cough. At the same time, his body swayed, forcing him to bend over, one hand gripping the sofa, the other covering his mouth.
“Bai Chendeng!”
Director Fang, anxious, shouted, forgetting all decorum.
The cadres at the door also entered the reception room. Everyone surrounded Bai Chendeng, yet dared not touch him rashly, only watching him emit broken coughs and gasps, as if enduring immense pain.
Bai Chendeng’s chest heaved violently, moisture welling up in the corners of his eyes, staining them with a bud-like red. His wrists were slender, and his fingers, pale white, covered the lower half of his face, making him appear fragile and delicate.
Just as Director Fang was growling about why Cheng Zhuo hadn’t arrived yet, Bai Chendeng finally stopped his ordeal.
Bai Chendeng closed his eyes, unable to face them.
He coughed one last time, expelling a small ball of black and red fur from his mouth, which dropped onto the floor.
“Plop.”
After the fur ball dropped, Bai Chendeng’s earlobes visibly flushed crimson at a speed noticeable to the naked eye.
Under the gaze of everyone present, he stubbornly straightened up, though the vivid color on his eyes and earlobes could not be hidden.
His lips parted, opening and closing several times, but he couldn’t manage to explain anything.
Looking at the shocked faces and the complex, strange expressions of the Bureau personnel, Bai Chendeng squeezed his eyes shut, then adopted a devil-may-care attitude: “I’m fine. I’m leaving now.”
As he reached the door, more cadres who had rushed over were crowding the entrance. Under Bai Chendeng’s grim expression, they subconsciously made way for him, watching him depart.
Bai Chendeng left.
Leaving behind the dumbfounded cadres, who exchanged glances.
Director Fang looked at the small pile of black and red fur on the ground and murmured, “So cats really do cough up hairballs…”
Someone, emboldened by the protagonist’s absence, commented, “Was Mr. Bai… embarrassed just now?”
At this remark, it was as if a floodgate had opened for everyone.
“Definitely.”
“Without a doubt.”
“Is there any question?”
“Hiss—”
Qiu gasped.
“That’s kind of cute…”
He regretted saying it immediately.
However, no one found it jarring; in fact, they all chimed in: “It really is cute…”
“He’s a cat, alright, coughing up hairballs… Maybe that’s a form of healing. No wonder Mr. Bai kept saying he was fine.”
“So, was he suffering from the Eye Worm’s attack just now, or was he holding back because he didn’t want to cough up a hairball?”
The answer was obvious.
Enduring the pain because he didn’t want anyone to see him cough up a hairball…
A thousand words condensed into one sigh of admiration—”Truly adorable.”
Bai Chendeng left the Bureau.
He arrived at the Quying Plaza, looking at the distant scenery. Pedestrians streamed by, playing and enjoying the cherry trees.
His shadow shifted; he didn’t know how much time had passed.
It was so long that Bai Chendeng vaguely heard a familiar voice.
“Quying, a tourist hotspot. Fans really would recommend it. Look at the trees, the flowers, the colors, the fragrance—just like in a cartoon.”
“Brother Zheng, you watch cartoons?”
“Of course, I watch everything. Next time I’ll take you two, and the Cat Immortal, to watch together.”
“Sounds good.”
Heng Yuze held a flyer with frayed edges in his hand: “The promotion said you’ll meet the person you want to see under the cherry blossoms.”
Feng Chengji understood immediately: “You’re not interested in the wine, but in the Moon Cat.”
“Hmph, false advertising.”
He concluded: “I wanted to see Chendeng. If this flower really had any effect, I should be seeing him right now.”
Then, Heng Yuze felt a sudden sensation and, looking through the crowd, saw Bai Chendeng.
The moment their eyes met, both fell silent.
One didn’t know why the other had tracked him down here; the other was pleasantly surprised to actually see him.
Heng Yuze gripped the flyer, adding more creases to the already tattered and poor-quality paper.
Bai Chendeng, having just experienced the most embarrassing moment of his life and questioning his cat existence, saw the person he least expected.
Zheng Lang and Feng Chengji were waiting for Heng Yuze to criticize the false advertising, but instead of hearing him speak, they saw him frozen in place, staring intently in one direction.
Zheng Lang muttered, “What’s he looking at?” and followed his gaze. He saw a large fountain in the center of the plaza, and sitting on the edge was an exquisite, beautiful young man with a pale, small face and sharp eyes.
Zheng Lang and Feng Chengji simultaneously looked at the tall cherry tree beside them, utterly shocked.
It worked?
“Amazing, amazing! You have to believe it now. Brother Heng, why are you standing there? Hurry up before he runs off!”
Heng Yuze awoke as if from a dream and immediately strode toward Bai Chendeng.
Feng Chengji and Zheng Lang bowed to the cherry tree, muttering about the supernatural, then grabbed their luggage and followed.
The surrounding light was completely blocked. Bai Chendeng looked up and, seeing only three excited faces and not even the outline of the sun, frowned.
Seeing his expression, Heng Yuze’s heart immediately softened.
“Chendeng, we meet again.”
The three of them had anticipated that the next time they saw the cat, he would be somewhat guilty. After all, how could an ordinary person imagine a cat turning into a human? Only they, with their bold minds and extensive experience, could connect the dots to a living transformation.
Yet, Bai Chendeng took the initiative, and those lips that looked so soft spoke a cold question.
“Why are you here?”