Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Chapter 187: A Deadly Encounter with Gastella (Part 3)

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His gaze fell upon the girl who was slowly approaching in a wheelchair, and the thoughts extending from his brain suddenly became as chaotic as snow, causing Ke Mingye to pause in astonishment for a while.

“Gastella actually met with me using her real body, can that be true? Isn’t she worried about being ambushed by players, or could it be… this body isn’t her real one at all?”

With that thought, he slightly raised his eyebrows, further scrutinizing the girl seated in the wheelchair.

The girl in front of him was about 1.6 meters tall, dressed in an off-the-shoulder slip dress. The hem of the dress securely concealed her legs.

Most striking were her red hair and the teardrop mole by her eye. The mole adorned a pair of eyes that burned like bright flames, as if they could see through people’s hearts.

“Besides your hair, you seem to look quite different from the last time I saw you, don’t you?” Gastella rolled her wheelchair up to the table and turned her head to look at Ke Mingye.

“Isn’t that mutual?” Ke Mingye sighed, “You talk as if you were the same person I met last time.”

The reason he hadn’t used the face he normally employed in front of other players was to prevent his second brother from capturing a photo of this face.

After obtaining the photo, with the authority of the Management Bureau held by his eldest brother, it would be easy to locate this face in the surveillance footage throughout Huanjing and quickly track the player’s movements.

After all, no matter how secretive his actions with Fan Quan and others were, considering the density of surveillance cameras in Huanjing, there were bound to be moments captured on camera while heading to the instance.

“It looks like you’re wearing a human face mask, aren’t you?” Gastella asked with curiosity.

“Yes.” Ke Mingye nodded, casually explaining, “Since you mentioned you’d bring some Blood Clan Hunters over, I’m sorry but I don’t exactly trust them…” he said, glancing around. Other than him and Gastella, there were no other customers in the cafe, “Where are they?”

“They haven’t arrived yet.”

Having said that, Gastella cupped her face with her hands, elbows resting on the armrests of the wheelchair, staring motionlessly at Ke Mingye, “I’m very curious, what exactly is your purpose?”

“What are you referring to?” Ke Mingye asked.

“You must have passed on the information I told you to the other players.” Gastella said, “And they have come to an agreement with you to stay hidden, so in this ‘player meeting,’ I see you again but no one else.”

“It’s not that they don’t want to see you, it’s just that they don’t trust you enough.” Ke Mingye said, “I believe I mentioned it, we need to get acquainted with the vampire hunters behind you, to ensure that you are harmless to us.”

He paused: “Think about it, if those Blood Clan Hunters had control over your real body and threatened you to make contact with me, luring the other players into a trap, then wouldn’t we be finished?”

“You’re certainly very cautious.”

“So, is this your real body?” Ke Mingye probed.

“Indeed.” Gastella nodded, “This is my real body.”

Ke Mingye shrugged: “Then can I send you a friend request now?”

“Of course.”

At this, Ke Mingye was momentarily taken aback, he was quite caught off guard.

In his mind, the situation was unexpectedly a bit awkward. Players could only add each other as friends when they met in person, Deception Puppets couldn’t send friend requests, and neither could Gastella’s puppet.

If he said he couldn’t add the other party as a friend, it was tantamount to admitting he was just a puppet.

In fact, stepping back a few paces, he could have his real body wear the Night Walk Belt to quickly approach this cafe, adding the wheelchair-bound girl as a friend from outside the window.

But Ke Xiaomo had just received information from Dice Monster and was now lurking near the cafe. How could such a commotion escape his watchful eyes?

All things considered, if he were caught by his second brother, the risk would far outweigh the benefit, so Ke Mingye couldn’t possibly do that.

“Why don’t you send me a friend request yourself, to prove your innocence?” he posed the question.

Gastella responded unhurriedly, teasing him.

“Reason one, as a girl, I prefer if the boys take the initiative;

“Reason two, I actually already tried to add you but failed, which means you’re not actually here in person but controlling someone else as your puppet; or maybe you’re not Spider Man at all, but a stand-in Spider Man found. After all, your face has changed, how can one be sure whether you’re really wearing a human face mask or not.”

On hearing this, Ke Mingye took the lemon water passed by the waiter, brought it close to his lips, and took a shallow sip before saying, “You really can twist the facts. I just tried, and when trying to add you, it showed failure, so I wanted to see how long you could play it up.”

“It gets interesting when you put it that way. Since neither of us is willing to believe the other, perhaps both of us are fakes, both here to gauge each other out of thin air?”

Gastella said with a smile.

“If you think it’s fun, keep pretending.”

Ke Mingye didn’t pick up her cue, instead he retorted coolly and then set down the water glass.

Even though this girl in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to Gastella as seen in the brain imaging picture, it still couldn’t prove she was definitely Gastella. Perhaps Gastella was testing him.

By dressing a puppet in her own image, and then having it sit in a wheelchair pretending to be a person with a disability, wearing a human face mask, and finally controlling the puppet to meet with Ke Mingye, Gastella could test whether he had somehow glimpsed her true appearance through how he reacted at their meeting.

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