Chapter 14: Bureau 857

He knocked on Shiyi’s door.

At that moment, Shiyi was gazing at the scattered parts on the floor, rubbing her chin and pondering how to reassemble the puppets, when she heard a loud knocking at the door.

Who could it be, so late at night?

She opened the door directly, and Gu Hansheng was met with a pair of innocent eyes.

“Is my puppet at your place? What have you done to it?!” Gu Hansheng, somewhat anxious, brushed past Shiyi and walked right in.

Only to be confronted by a floor covered in parts, and his puppet neatly placed in the living room.

“Ah—!”

In an instant, Gu Hansheng let out a miserable cry.

He hurried forward, dropping to his knees, staring at his puppet now reduced to a pile of pieces.

“What happened? This puppet is worth several million! How did it become a heap of parts?!”

Shiyi closed the door, a look of understanding dawning on her face.

“Oh, so this little thing was left in my house by you.”

Earlier that evening, Shiyi had spotted a puppet with glowing eyes in the corner of her sofa.

But the puppet vanished quickly, disappearing somewhere inside her home.

If it had been anyone else, they would surely have been scared out of their wits.

But Shiyi was never afraid of such things. She crawled around the house, using her phone’s flashlight.

Inside and out, she searched every corner, and finally managed to sweep the little puppet out from under her bed.

“Wuu wuu wuu~”

“Let me go, let me go.”

Shiyi was momentarily surprised as she caught the puppet.

This little thing could talk?

How amusing.

Sure enough, once she caught the puppet, the lights in her home could be switched on again.

Shiyi had been lamenting the lack of fun things to play with.

She immediately began dismantling the puppet, piece by piece.

Only after she had taken it apart did she realize how exquisitely crafted it was.

There were tens of thousands of parts, and she couldn’t reassemble it for the moment.

The White Tiger’s voice sounded in her mind.

“This is a puppet controlled by a puppeteer, but its appearance is quite novel. It seems that those with supernatural abilities are evolving with the times.”

The White Tiger haughtily licked its paw, while Shiyi felt a bit puzzled.

“Supernatural abilities? What kind of people are those?”

The White Tiger glanced at her disdainfully, then began to educate her on the subject.

Shiyi finally understood that, since she turned eighteen and activated her system, she was one in a billion—a fortunate one.

But essentially, she was also considered a supernatural.

Other supernaturals often gained their abilities due to various reasons, altering their genetic structure and developing powers.

Shiyi’s abilities were fundamentally different.

But each ability was unique.

Shiyi rubbed her chin.

“So this little thing was left in my house by another supernatural, trying to scare me?”

The White Tiger looked at her with schadenfreude.

“Looks like you’ve offended someone.”

Shiyi eyed the little puppet begging for mercy in her hands, curiosity growing.

It resembled a modern Transformer robot.

She wondered what the difference was between these puppets controlled by supernatural abilities and the toys played with by children in the twenty-first century.

Quickly and efficiently, Shiyi dismantled the puppet.

While she struggled to figure out how to put it back together, Gu Hansheng barged in unceremoniously.

He frowned, looking at her in disbelief, his voice rising.

“You actually took my puppet apart? You really dismantled it!!”

Shiyi covered her ears.

“I haven’t even gotten angry yet. You installed this thing in my house to scare me, and I only took it apart—I didn’t break it. Are you really so worked up? Shouldn’t I be the one upset?”

She shouted back, not to be outdone.

Gu Hansheng angrily gathered all the parts into his arms.

Before leaving, he glared at her fiercely.

“…Just you wait!”

With a bang, he stormed out of Shiyi’s house.

She twitched her lips. This guy really was strange.

He was the one who started it, yet he was the first to get angry.

Her master was right: men are truly incomprehensible creatures.

Gu Hansheng fumed as he carried his puppet home.

He spent the whole night painstakingly reassembling the scattered parts.

Meanwhile, Shiyi enjoyed a comfortable sleep.

She slept soundly until the sun was high, only to be awakened by a knocking at the door.

Her ears twitched slightly. She rolled over, determined to keep sleeping.

But the knocking continued, not loud, but just persistent enough for Shiyi to hear clearly.

She threw off her blanket and sat up.

Rubbing her messy hair, she wondered if it was Gu Hansheng, that petty man.

All she did was disassemble his puppet—was he really coming for revenge?

Did he intend to disturb her sleep every day?

The more she thought, the more irritated she became, so she slipped on her slippers and opened the door.

Just as she was about to vent her annoyance, she was greeted by a tall, upright middle-aged man.

His brows and eyes were gentle, and he smiled at Shiyi.

“Hello, Shiyi. Sorry for the sudden visit. May I come in to talk?”

Shiyi eyed the man in surprise, rubbing her bewildered eyes.

Seeing him about to step inside, Shiyi pressed the door to the side and blocked the entrance.

“Who are you?”

As a woman living alone, Shiyi was very concerned about her safety.

This man knew her name—she couldn’t let her guard down.

Could it be someone who saw her fortune-telling videos and tracked her down for a reading?

The middle-aged man chuckled at Shiyi’s wary expression.

“Good—alertness is important.”

He pulled out a certificate from his pocket.

“This is my police ID. I’m the chief of Station 857 in the Imperial City. Don’t worry—I’m not here for anything bad.”

Shiyi leaned in to examine the police ID, her expression relaxing a little.

“Chief? I don’t know you. Why are you at my home?”

Sensing Shiyi’s continued caution, the man didn’t take offense.

“How about this—we leave the door wide open. If I try anything, you can just shout.”

Shiyi thought it over. It made sense; it did make her feel safer.

“Alright then.”

She opened the door.

The gentle midday breeze rustled the curtains.

The middle-aged man walked inside, not glancing around, and sat calmly on the sofa.

Shiyi walked to the fridge, took out a can of cola, and placed it in front of him.

He chuckled, opening the can.

“You young people really like these unhealthy things, don’t you?”

Shiyi smiled, saying nothing, and sat across from him.

Could it be that the police believe in fortune-telling too?