The Puppeteer of Academy City

"I just want to appreciate a wonderful performance and put on an even more wonderful performance myself." Bao Liang said with a smile.

"You really want to start a war." Aleister said firmly, but there was no dissatisfaction or anger in his tone.

Bao Liang's expression remained unchanged, and continued with a smile: "According to the agreement, I will bring the original version of "Tui Bei Tu"."

Finally, Aleister warned: "Don't mess around in my city."

The communication was cut off, Baoliang stretched out his hand to close the laptop, talking to himself.

"Don't worry, I will only mess around outside your city; and, 'not messing around' in your city. Are you right, little bird?"

Baoliang stretched out his hand to tease the silver-haired girl in the huge birdcage. The latter was like a sculpture, still motionless and unresponsive.

Feeling bored, Bao Liang raised his head and looked around. There were no empty seats in the auditorium shrouded in shadows around the vast theater.

There were a lot of shadows crowded on the seats, but few voices came out.

There was a dead silence.

Only in the special seats directly opposite, there were commotions from time to time.

That's a new audience—only an audience that's just come in is so dynamic.

"Hey, Agnes! Why are you here?" Lidovia was restrained in her seat, but she saw someone she knew in the next seat.

Agnes, who disappeared for a while, and her nun troops.

The latter turned his head slowly and looked over, his face was pale, without the vitality and air of the past.

"Ah, Lidovia..." After reacting for a while, Agnes' expression gradually became vivid, "Huh? Why are you here too? Did the bishop send someone to rescue us? No, you are not a combatant..."

Agnes' expression quickly fell. Similarly, the surrounding nuns also turned their heads to look over.

But it was just a glance, and there was no more action.

"Where is this? Is it some magic barrier? Were you also captured by that man?" Lidovia asked one after another.

"It's not just us," said Agnes weakly, "it's all—everyone here."

Lidovia looked up, and immediately gasped. In the dark, the auditorium extending to both sides was densely packed with people.

If these are true, the number of people caught will be tens of thousands!

"This is...the theater?" After careful identification, Lidovia was surprised to recognize the original appearance of this space.

Before Yanis could respond, Baoliang stood up.

"That's the end of today's performance. Thank you parents for your support."

He bowed exaggeratedly to the surrounding audience.

Immediately afterwards, Lidovia suddenly felt a tingling pain in her arm.

Looking down, a needle was pierced into his artery, and a medical hose was attached to it.

This is... drawing blood?

Lidovia felt her brain dizzy for a while.

"Don't worry, it's only about 50 milliliters at most." Agnes' voice came from beside her ear, "I can't die...for now."

After collecting the "performance fee", Baoliang opened the door and returned to the hotel suite where he lived.

"Next, do something less messy."

Saying that, Baoliang contacted Jeeves.

"It's time to get them moving."

…

The next day, September 20, is the second day of the Daha Star Festival.

The atmosphere in Academy City was even higher.

Many more confrontational and more entertaining competitions will be carried out one by one starting today.

Moreover, after getting familiar with the previous day, foreign tourists are getting better and better, beginning to fully understand and experience the charm of this "future city".

Of course, some troublemakers and external spies with ulterior motives became more active.

From early morning, Ling Xingye's law enforcement team gradually became busy.

However, as the leader, Ling Xingye was very leisurely, participating in various competitions and support activities with peace of mind throughout the morning.

Just like any normal high school student.

Yesterday's exciting experience seems to have been forgotten to the back of my mind.

Occasionally, there was a routine report from his subordinates, and all Ling Xingye had to do was to pass it on to the security forces or the disciplinary committee.

"Maybe we can have lunch with Sister Yang at noon today," Ling Xingye said.

"I'm here to book a restaurant," Hitomi Shiranui said positively, "Xingye, please contact Sister Yang first, I feel that she is quite busy and may not be free."

At this time, the two were in the temporary tent of the news agency in Changdian Shangji Academy.

They were interviewed as class representatives—of course, mainly for Hitomi Shiranui.

During the interview interval, by the way, watch the shooting results of the journalists of the news agency in the morning.

Because they are busy with competitions, students, especially the main players in the class, are often unable to directly watch the wonderful performances of other sports.

More importantly, the news agency sent people to record the Tokiwadai Middle School's competition throughout the whole process—as a competitor, it is natural to focus on it.

"Balloon Hunter" - one of the group projects that Tokiwadai Middle School participated in in the morning.

Because of the participation of Misaka Mikoto, it has attracted extra attention.

Coupled with the sudden appearance of Misaka sister recently, the twin sisters became a highlight.

The camera also followed the whereabouts of the Misaka sisters throughout.

But looking at it, Ling Xingye and Shiranui Tong frowned.

"This is not Misaka Mikoto-san." Hitomi Shiranui whispered.

"Well, Misaka Mikoto is not here." Ling Xingye nodded in agreement, "Is it Misaka 10001 and another sister?"

Others couldn't tell the difference, but Ling Xingye and Shiranui Tong, who knew the existence of the "sisters", could tell the difference between them.

"What's wrong with Misaka Mikoto? Isn't it her style to find younger sisters to replace the game?" Hitomi Shiranui wondered.

"Let me ask 10001." Ling Xingye took out his phone.

But the other person hung up the phone, and then sent an email back quickly.

"What's wrong?" Hitomi Shiranui asked.

"10001 said she was dealing with Misaka Mikoto's mother. 'Betrayed by my sister'—that's what she said."

A few minutes later, another email came.

Misaka 10001 said that they were attacked by a strange ability user. Although she successfully repelled the enemy, Misaka Misuzu fell into a coma.

Ling Xingye got up immediately.

While calling Misaka 10001 directly, he said to Hitomi Shiranui: "I'll go over to check the situation, you book the restaurant first, and if there are no accidents, I will be there in forty minutes."

Hitomi Shiranui shook her head helplessly: "Pay attention to safety, and, let me invite Sister Yang."

"give it to you!"

Ling Xingye picked up the travel bag and rushed out in a hurry.

Finally, Ling Xingye met Misaka 10001 and Misaka Misuzu in the 177th Branch of the Disciplinary Committee.

It turned out that Uiharu Shiri and Shirai Kuroko were also present at the time, so they came here to let Misaka Misuzu rest.

After examination, Misaka Misuzu was only in a coma after inhaling ether, and there was nothing serious about it.

Then Ling Xingye and Shirai Heizi asked about the attacker~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then, while Shirai Heizi and the others were not paying attention, Ling Xingye asked about the game in the morning and the whereabouts of Misaka Mikoto.

"My sister was late in the morning, and it happened that Misaka 10002 was passing near the stadium and was misidentified. Therefore, she was allowed to play the role of sister, and Misaka played the role of sister. The real sister can only hide in the corner and watch. Misaka explained in detail."

"After the match, Onee-sama continued to ask Misaka to play her role to deal with Onee-sama's mother. Onee-sama herself was missing. Misaka complained about Onee-sama's capriciousness."

After figuring out the matter, Ling Xingye sent an email to let his staff pay attention to find the person with the ability to manipulate liquid metal.

Then he looked at the time and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

When he came to the street and was about to run at full speed, Ling Xingye's cell phone rang suddenly.

A name buried deep in the phone book appeared on the screen—Shokuhou Misaki.

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