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

1575: What Wu Yiliu Hasn't Told the Readers

It has to be said that Milan was a good person.

When her hand landed on his shoulder, the fear was real, and very intense — a natural emotional reaction that Wu Yiliu couldn't control — but he rationally knew clearly that she was just trying to scare him and wouldn't really hurt him.

Or, at least, she wouldn't hurt him before she was absolutely sure he was planning to entrap or betray posthumans. Wu Yiliu, of course, hadn't given her any reason to arrive at this conclusion; as she left, Milan made it clear. "You better remember, I can find you whenever I want."

"Is that so? Good," Wu Yiliu said, suppressing the lingering chill in his belly. "When you need my help, you won't have to worry about not finding me."

Milan stared at him, almost as if she wanted to smile, but she didn't. She was very perceptive; she probably had a vague feeling that Wu Yiliu knew and was involved in more than he had revealed. But she couldn't even be sure if it was just her imagination, as every question she posed was met with a truthful and detailed answer.

Of course, this situation was something Wu Yiliu had worked hard to achieve. He had only one method for how to make someone believe him to the fullest extent: tell the truth.

Feeling both that he hadn't lied and that there was something off about the situation, it seemed that Milan was torn in a rather sympathetic way.

As she finally prepared to leave, Wu Yiliu quickly called out to stop her. "In case there's any new information on my end, how do I find you?"

Milan obviously hesitated for a few seconds before taking out a white paper crane and briefly explaining how to use it.

"You must be very careful now," Wu Yiliu said, his voice full of sincere concern.

This paper crane was the first Special Item he had ever seen. Even after Milan had disappeared around the corner for quite some time, he was still standing there, turning the little paper crane over and over, filled with astonishment and curiosity.

He carefully folded and flattened the paper crane, thinking. Now was the only chance to hide it; Milan had just left, and the unknown waiting for him hadn't happened yet.

With that thought, he took off his belt. He was still standing by the road, with people passing by, and suddenly removing his belt was certainly an eye-catching act — but attracting the attention of a Changeling didn't mean arousing their suspicion.

It might even be said that such a thing was just what a Changeling might do; like urinating by the roadside. They didn't care where they were or what they were doing, or how it might affect those around them.

Wu Yiliu clamped the belt between his knees — he didn't dare put it on the ground, as anything left unattended might be snatched up — and then, he reached back to the leather patch on his jeans.

His fingers lifted a flap of the leather patch, and his other hand took out the paper crane, carefully inserting it inside. He was tall, with large hands, and his T-shirt covered his movements; to passersby, it looked as though he had just stopped to adjust his waistband.

But simply inserting it into the jeans patch wouldn't ease his mind, as the paper crane might still fall out from both ends, despite the rough interior of the leather. Wu Yiliu reattached the belt to his waist, only this time, instead of threading it through the leather patch, he ran it outside, tightly pinning both the patch and the paper crane within.

After securing his belt, he twisted and bent to test it for a while, finding the paper crane firmly fixed in place.

'That would do,' Wu Yiliu thought, 'it won't be discovered when changing clothes.'