My Superpower Is Kind of Cute

Chapter 13: A Diverse Mix

“My son came over and forgot to take this with him. I have absolutely no idea what all that nonsense inside is about.” Zhou Jianguo had clearly noticed where my attention was focused. Pretending not to care, he walked over to the tea table, reluctantly tossed the magazine into the trash can, and explained to me with a straight face. I gave him a half-smile and waved my hand. “We’re all adults here—there’s nothing to hide.” Hearing this, Zhou Jianguo’s face flushed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He warmly gestured for me to sit down while he went into the kitchen to boil water and make tea. “Chen, have a seat for a bit. I’ll brew some tea, and we can chat about the lottery trends.” “Sure thing,” I replied to Zhou Jianguo, watching Qi Yun pace back and forth, desperately trying to fish that magazine out of the trash can but unable to do so. With a look of contempt, I said, “Give it a rest. Don’t forget why you’re here.” ”It was strange—Qi Yun could only touch me and the items I was using; as for other people’s belongings, unless he used spiritual energy, he couldn’t get his hands on any of them. So now he could only stare at the magazine helplessly. I guess there are a hell of a lot of lousy rules to this soul-transference business. “What’s the rush?” Qi Yun shot me a glance. “Anyway, I haven’t found anything unusual here. Looks like this old man was only attacked once.” “By the way, about that shortened lifespan you mentioned earlier… how long was his life cut short?” Qi Yun thought for a moment, then said with a serious expression, “It should be about a week.” “Are you kidding me?” I nearly jumped out of my skin. I’d thought it would be much worse, but now he’s telling me it’s just a week? Damn, in this day and age, just eating some street food and breathing in secondhand smoke and smog is enough to shave more than a week off your life—compared to that, this is practically nothing. “Chen, what’s wrong with you?” Hearing my voice, Zhou Jianguo came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of hot water. He looked at me in confusion and muttered, “It’s just a magazine. No need to get so worked up. If you like it, go buy your own…” I looked at him with a hint of apology and explained, “Sorry about that. I just saw a text message and got a little worked up.” “Good, good—that’s the kind of attitude young people should have.” Zhou Jianguo nodded as he sat down across from me and poured me some tea. I shot him a look—this old guy just loves to be praised by everyone; I don’t know what’s wrong with him. As we sipped our tea, Zhou Jianguo was eager to talk to me about the lottery, but it was obvious that wasn’t why I’d come here. “Hey, Uncle Zhou, have any strange things happened around here lately?” I scratched my head as I asked. Although the question was a bit abrupt, getting straight to the point was always the most efficient way. Zhou Jianguo paused for a moment, then shook his head. “Other than not winning the lottery, I don’t think anything strange has happened…” “Oh.” I immediately lost interest in continuing the conversation. “Wait, actually, there was one thing.” Just as I was about to say goodbye, feeling a bit deflated, Zhou Jianguo pushed his rimless glasses up and spoke up. I immediately pricked up my ears. “What is it?” “Two nights ago, a drunk guy was knocking on my door, asking me to come out and have a heart-to-heart with him.” “And then?” Zhou Jianguo said calmly, “I called the police and reported that someone was ******.” “Did the police come?” I asked, my eyes wide. “The police didn’t believe me. They told me to just go back to sleep. I yelled a couple of choice words at the guy outside through the door, then went back to bed.” “That’s it?” I felt a bit disappointed. This didn’t seem to have anything to do with the spiritual energy Qi Yun had sensed, did it… “When I was yelling at him, he threatened to send a ghost to bite me, but nothing happened. After a few minutes, it went quiet outside, and I haven’t seen that guy come back to pick a fight these past few days.” “Something’s off.” Qi Yun and I exchanged a glance, sensing something amiss. If that guy dared to say that, he must have actually done it. Old Man Zhou had his lifespan shortened by a week after being bitten by that so-called ghost. As for why the guy didn’t come back afterward, I still couldn’t figure it out. I pressed further, “So, Grandpa, did you get a good look at that man’s face?” “No. It was nighttime, and that lunatic didn’t turn on the light. I couldn’t see his face through the peephole.” “All right,” I nodded. Seeing that Qi Yun was signaling for me to leave, I immediately stood up, said goodbye to Zhou Jianguo, and left his apartment. Zhou Jianguo didn’t try to stop me; he walked me to the door and shut it the moment I stepped out. I figured he must have sensed danger and was already starting to hide the rest of his magazine stash. Qi Yun and I walked downstairs to the corner. Qi Yun looked confident. “That guy must be somewhere near this building.” I asked, “Why?” “Because it’s the sixth sense of a powerful person.” “I’m heading home,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. I felt like this whole thing had little to do with me anymore. “Come on, we’re already here—it’d be great to look around a bit.” Qi Yun, of course, wasn’t about to pass up this chance to stir things up. I frowned. “How are we supposed to look? Go door to door? You’re turning a perfectly normal urban superpower story into a mystery detective story, aren’t you?” “Isn’t a mix of genres all the rage these days?” Qi Yun muttered under his breath. Seeing that I was really about to leave, he quickly added, “You don’t need to come with me—don’t forget I can walk through walls.” Before I could even respond, he charged straight at the door of a unit downstairs and vanished with a whoosh. I’d originally planned to just leave it at that, but then I realized he already knew my address—he’d come back to find me sooner or later. Guided by the philosophy that “a father loves you, so he’ll wait for you,” I squatted on the stairs, idly picking up my phone to catch up on national news. A few minutes later, Qi Yun emerged from that door looking completely bewildered. Seeing him like that, my heart sank instantly. I quickly stood up and asked, “What’s going on?” Qi Yun replied blankly, “Unfathomable.” I was immediately startled. Whoever could make Qi Yun—that show-off—say something like that must be incredibly powerful. I pressed him right away, “How strong is he?” “Not only strong, but also big—and with a deep cleavage,” Qi Yun said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. I froze for a moment before finally catching on to what he meant. So, it turned out he’d gone in there to peep—and not just anywhere, but at the two distinctive mounds on a woman’s chest. Through years of growth and compression, whether natural or artificial, they’d formed a bottomless cleavage. No wonder he was so excited—what a shameless jerk. After a few seconds of silence, I asked softly, “Are they really that big?” “She’s got an amazing figure,” Qi Yun replied enthusiastically. “So, Mengmeng, you like women with great figures, huh? No wonder you didn’t fancy Xia Chun.” “So that’s getting you all worked up, is it?” I shot him a withering glance, ignored him, and turned to go downstairs, admonishing him earnestly, “You can’t judge a person by their appearance alone.” “Are you saying we should look at a person’s heart instead?” Qi Yun slipped back into his usual carefree demeanor, trailing behind me. “Mengmeng, if you say that, I’ll think you’re being hypocritical.” “Wrong. You have to look at their family background even more.” I flatly rejected Qi Yun’s argument.