Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland [Complete]

1573: Peaceful for the Past Three Months

"Panc... pancake house."

Posthuman... so this is what it was.

He once thought that a posthuman was an upgraded version of a human being—stronger, more agile, possessing strange tools. But that was not the case. When a wild wolf lowers its head behind a domestic rabbit, what instills fear is not death, but the destined, irrefutable forces of rules and fate.

Wu Yiliu wasn't even sure if he'd spoken clearly and struggled to ask again, "Was it... was it the pancake house?"

The posthuman behind him was silent for a while before suddenly laughing, making a "pfft" sound—the feeling of being suffocated by the deep sea instantly vanished without a trace.

"Hey, you're pretty quick on the uptake. Even I didn't get it right away," the female voice said cheerfully. "Come on, tell me, how did you guess?"

She admitted it so quickly. Was that imposing demeanor meant to intimidate him?

This thought flashed through Wu Yiliu's mind, but he dared not dwell on it, knowing that every moment was precious. He needed to "capture" this posthuman as quickly as possible, or if she left, he might never have another chance to see her again.

"Firstly, every person I spoke to today was a Changeling whose degree of transformation couldn't be disguised. Secondly, when I was asking about you, I only asked in nearby homes and shops and didn't randomly question people on the streets... So, you're not one of the people I inquired about, nor are you likely someone who just happened to overhear me asking about you."

Stammering, Wu Yiliu continued, "So... how did you know I was looking for you? To you, I should just be one of the hundreds and thousands of ordinary people passing by on the street. Even if we passed each other, you wouldn't notice anything different about me since I didn't do anything attention-grabbing—I wouldn't dare, since I'm not a Changeling. So, how did you notice me? Where did you notice me from?"

The posthuman behind him remained silent. If not for her speaking earlier, Wu Yiliu would have even suspected that she had already left.

"The only people who knew I was looking for you were those I asked. If one of them had ties to you and reported my actions, that would explain it. I guessed this because the pancake house owner, who I questioned, was the only person who asked me more detailed questions than I asked him."

"He might have just been curious," she said.

"Ordinary people might be curious about why I was looking for the woman in the picture and what our relationship was. He didn't care about such gossip; as a Changeling, he was more concerned with where I was going next and why. He had no reason to be concerned, yet he confirmed twice which direction I was heading."

Wu Yiliu took a breath and continued, "It's so late... I originally thought I wouldn't find you today."

The female posthuman behind him moved, and his whole body tensed up.

From the corner of his eye, he saw someone sitting down beside him on the steps, a pair of evenly shaped, powerful legs stretched out, wrapped in jeans, with black short boots on her feet. Even though she had let go of her imposing presence, he still dared not speak.

She bent down like a child, leaning in to look at Wu Yiliu.

The once-blurred face he had only seen on the surveillance screen was now clear: a pointed, almond-like chin, a large bunch of curly hair, a pair of bright black eyes embedded in milk chocolate-colored skin, always reminding one of some dessert.

Had he really been frightened by this girl who looked as sweet as a dessert?

Wu Yiliu gathered his courage and turned his head to confront her, asking, "Have you already turned the pancake house owner into your spy? Or a subordinate?"