Acting as the 'White Moonlight' in Destructive Novels [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The First World – Cyberpunk (6)

Lin Qingyu posted the thread and shifted his attention back to the male lead.

He knew it, the male lead of a power fantasy novel couldn’t possibly be knocked out by a trash can lid. Little Coward told him not to rush and to wait a while—everyone was busy at this time. Some were pregnant, while others were busy playing Aladdin’s Genie for the male lead. When dinner time rolled around, the systems/hosts of various departments would be slacking off and eating, making the forums lively.

Lin Qingyu poked the feigning-unconscious male lead, wondering if he would even survive the next hour. Little Coward scolded him for being a coward. “What are you afraid of? When you rescued the cop, didn’t you swipe a gun? If he wakes up, you two can just have a magical shootout.”

Lin Qingyu realized the system was incredibly stupid. Does the male lead have a Resurrection Coin too?

“No.”

If I accidentally beat him to death, what happens to the mission?

Little Coward fell silent. Lin Qingyu now had to guard against not just the male lead, but also Lilith. If the female cop wanted to pack the male lead up and take him away, Lin Qingyu would have to knock Lilith out, too, and then go on the run with a rabid dog. Just thinking about it was exhausting. Earning money was hard, swallowing sh*t was even harder.

“Little Rose? You finally came to work. You haven’t returned to the dorms or answered your phone; I thought the ‘Prostitute Killer’ had killed you, and I was so sad.”

A flirtatious male voice drifted from the shadows nearby. Lin Qingyu looked up to see a burly man in a bunny-girl outfit walking over with dainty steps. His legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings, and size-12 feet were crammed into red high heels.

The man was a muscular Black man, short-haired with sharp, masculine features, yet his rugged face was plastered with heavy makeup. He opened his massive arms, “Let’s have an angel’s hug!”

Little Coward was clearly not adjusted to this personal style. “So ugly.”

Lin Qingyu was fine with it. The world of short-form videos was basically a micro-entertainment industry; he had seen everything.

Lilith, who had been on edge, relaxed instantly upon seeing the man. She stepped forward to hug the hunk warmly, her 165cm height barely reaching his chest. “I ran into some trouble; a regular customer imprisoned me. A friend from the Stray Dogs gang rescued me.” Lilith stepped aside to introduce them. “This is Lin Qingyu. This is my friend; you can call him Blake, or Angel. We all work at this shop.”

Lin Qingyu didn’t shake Angel’s hand. In the room Angel had just walked out of, a customer was still putting on his pants after “enjoying” himself. He was worried Angel hadn’t washed his hands.

Lilith gave Lin Qingyu a keycard, pointing to the room on the front left and telling him to go in and rest first; she would join him after she finished treating her wounds. Lin Qingyu nodded, went into the room, and hung the male lead up on the ropes already rigged in the bedroom.

Determining that the man wouldn’t be able to get down anytime soon, Lin Qingyu quickly ran back to the door, shrunk himself to the size of a fingernail, and slipped through the crack. He ran to Angel’s room, snuck inside, and peeked at the two of them.

The customer had already left. In the room, only Angel and Lilith remained. The Black hunk had shed his dainty persona and sat on a chair, legs splayed, treating the wounds on Lilith’s wrists. “F*ck, how did you get hurt this badly?”

“Bit it myself to escape. If that Stray Dog hadn’t come to save me, I would’ve had to chew my hand off.”

The hunk cursed a few times and skipped the topic. “What the hell is going on? Why are you being hunted by your own people?”

“I’m clueless. I was imprisoned by Su Wang for a week, I don’t know what happened outside. What do the warrants say? Didn’t the bureau issue a notice?”

“They did. The charge is murder. They say in order to catch a criminal, you disregarded the lives of civilians, leading to the death of a family of three. We’ve been friends for years—I know you, you couldn’t have done that.”

Lilith fell silent for a long moment. “They’re dead? I didn’t think… I called an ambulance and confirmed they were out of danger before I left the scene.”

“Lily! That woman was pregnant! Why didn’t you stay to check on her?!”

“I was catching Su Wang! He’s the most important thing!”

The two stopped speaking. The atmosphere was so suffocating it was hard to breathe, with only the noisy advertisements echoing in the room.

“No Pain, No Sorrow! Buy Titanium Dome Tech’s ‘Joy Heart’ to return to your childhood!”

“Still worried about not being able to forget your ex? Try ‘Beautiful Life 2.0’!”

“Memory: Humanity’s precious wealth!”

“D*mn it, shut up!” The hunk cursed and went to turn off the projection. A prompt popped up saying it was currently advertisement time and he needed to buy a membership to turn it off. Lilith pulled a data cable from her chest and lent her membership to him.

Lin Qingyu had just swatted away two cockroaches. He looked up at Lilith—the place where she hid her data cable was truly awkward. If my calculations are correct, is it on her… that?

“Yeah. Weird, why is it installed there? Are data cables randomly generated on the body?” Lin Qingyu shrugged.

Angel turned off the ads, feeling less annoyed. “Forget it. In the end, it’s still Su Wang’s fault. By the way, where is he?”

“The Stray Dog is carrying him.”

“That plain-looking guy? I can’t remember Asian faces, but Su Wang seemed much better-looking and not that skinny.”

“He used a facial reconstruction device.”

“Are you sure you didn’t grab the wrong guy?”

Lilith nodded, absentmindedly stepping on a scurrying cockroach. The cockroach flashed with light and scurried away, flattened. “My processor was removed by Su Wang. He said he ‘respected me’ and wanted me to die painlessly.”

The hunk laughed. “How hypocritical.”

“Yeah, he’s always been two-faced. Do you have a spare processor? Lend me one. No, wait—two. That Stray Dog’s processor seems broken too; he looks really weird.”

What’s so weird about me? Lin Qingyu felt he was doing just fine. The system thought for a moment: “She probably thinks your nerves are abnormally thick—to be honest, I think so too.”

Lin Qingyu: …

“I’m joking.”

Lin Qingyu ignored the system. He snuck back into Lilith’s room and returned to his normal size. His head was filled with the conversation he’d just heard. Lin Qingyu pulled the data cable from the back of his hand and connected it to Lilith’s computer, telling the system to crack the password so he could find clues about Su Wang and the details of Lilith’s wanted records.

The system said he was overestimating its abilities. Lin Qingyu pointed to the “Report” button and told it to think carefully before speaking. Little Coward gritted its teeth, called its bestie over, and the two balls studied the computer together.

“I’m stealing the data, what are you doing?”

I’m going to peel off the male lead’s mask to see what he actually looks like.

The first time he met the male lead, Lin Qingyu felt that his peach-blossom eyes were too beautiful and didn’t fit his overly mundane face. He was tall and thin, yet felt incredibly heavy when he pinned him down—his physique and weight didn’t match.

Then again, how could a wanted criminal walk down the street in plain sight using his real face? The wanted poster he saw at the old caretaker’s station had been cycling through different faces, too.

The male lead was still playing dead, swaying back and forth on the S&M ropes. Lin Qingyu raised his hand, groping his face carefully, trying to find the facial device. Su Wang let out a soft “mmm” and slowly opened his eyes, looking as if he had just woken from a coma. He can really act.

Lin Qingyu held his face and tried to negotiate. “I’ve turned over a new leaf and become your ‘Good Qingyu’ again. Brother Su, can you stop hunting me? Let’s make up and be friends again. I’ll call you ‘Brother,’ and I’ll help you clear your name, okay?”

Su Wang’s gaze focused, and he looked at him tenderly. “Sure. I’ll listen to you.”

As if! I hate you, liar! You ruined my life!

Lin Qingyu looked at the “Internal Thoughts” in the backend and felt this lunatic was actually kind of cute. He couldn’t even swear properly—he just kept repeating “I hate you.” Having been killed twice in a row, Lin Qingyu was somewhat resentful. He punched Su Wang—not hard, just to vent. Su Wang tilted his head, saying that if he wanted to hit his face, he should use a slap, not a fist.

Lin Qingyu retracted his previous “cute” assessment. This man was truly disgusting. Since entering the novel, Lin Qingyu had been on the run and hadn’t had time to familiarize himself with the cyberpunk world. The reconstruction device that could bypass police body-scanners was hidden very well, and he didn’t know what the thing looked like. He’d been fumbling all over Su Wang for ages and hadn’t found it.

Su Wang bowed his head, looking at him with a smile. “What are you looking for?” His voice was so gentle it could drown a person; Lin Qingyu almost thought he was going to add “baby” to the end of the sentence. Thank goodness he didn’t. Straight men really had no sense of boundaries.

Lin Qingyu felt around behind his ears. “Looking for your facial reconstruction device.”

“Oh?”

Lin Qingyu made up a lie on the spot. “Nothing, just haven’t seen your face in a long time, kind of missed it.”

Su Wang’s smile slowly vanished. His body shuddered twice, and a metal tentacle broke through his clothing, growing out from his spine. It reached toward the back of his neck, tore through the skin, and pulled out a bloody, metallic ball. Su Wang’s body began to change rapidly. His originally tall, thin frame grew more muscular, stretching his tailored suit until it was bursting at the seams.

That mundane, forgettable face was like butter spread thin by a knife; his features melted and reorganized. Five seconds later, an exquisite face appeared before Lin Qingyu. His skin was pale, his facial lines soft, and his angles weren’t overly sharp.

His brow bone was high, his eye sockets deep, framing a pair of large, bright peach-blossom eyes. His lips were thin and light, with a hint of sickly white. The corners of his mouth turned up, as if he were smiling faintly.

Compared to most men, his eyebrows were much thinner, and his features were softer, but the high bridge of his nose and the sharp jawline balanced his temperament, making him androgynous without looking feminine. What attracted Lin Qingyu most was his left cheek.

A thick, serpentine tattoo snaked from his right shoulder to his collarbone, winding up his neck and stopping at the junction of his left cheek and earlobe. The black snake’s head rested on his cheek, covering a large, ferocious scar. The tattoo was exquisite, eerie, and lifelike, as if the snake could come alive at any moment.

Lin Qingyu had always wanted a tattoo but had given up because he was afraid of pain. He avoided the scar and touched the snake on Su Wang’s face with envy.

This time, Su Wang didn’t smile. His dark, pitch-black eyes stared straight at him, radiating a chilling coldness.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I thought you were looking for my device because you wanted to see what I looked like after I was disfigured, so you could mock me.”

“Qingyu, what were you thinking when you pinned me into the boiling oil?”

Lin Qingyu: … How many landmines did the original owner bury?! Why can I step on a sht-pile with every single word I say!

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