My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 708 - 384: The Kimono Girl’s Confession

On this day, August 23rd, Xia Pingzhou was wide awake after being disturbed by Yanmo Lin.

In the dimness, he glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already early morning, almost time for sunrise.

Xia Pingzhou exhaled, raised his hand to rub his forehead. He no longer felt like sleeping, but still quietly made his way to the bar's private room.

Though he tried to be as restrained as possible when turning the doorknob, even being exceptionally cautious, the kimono-clad girl on the bed was still awakened when he opened the door. She slowly opened her eyes.

In the darkness, Ayase Origami stared at him silently for a moment, as if she were watching a little cat sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night.

Xia Pingzhou raised an eyebrow and, for a moment, had to stop at the doorway like a child being punished.

Suddenly, he remembered how, back in the attic in Tokyo, he had promised her not to run around while she was asleep.

After all, this young lady from the mob family seemed prone to nightmares.

She often dreamed of her father strangling her, dreamed of his ferociously distorted face when interrogating others, so seeing him upon waking provided her with extra comfort.

Ji Minghuan once read in a book at the library that childhood happiness would heal a lifetime, so naturally, childhood shadows would cling like maggots to bone.

In fact, Ji Minghuan often dreamed of that rainy night, dreaming of being locked in a wardrobe, with heavy rain battering the windows outside.

At the time, he curled up in the cramped darkness, surrounded by piles of clothing, which enveloped him like a cocoon, suffocating him.

Now, thinking back to when he was first sent to the Welfare Institute, he wondered if his tendency to lock himself in the bathroom and wrap himself in toilet paper like a cocoon was related to those past experiences.

Life's ironies—such a childhood habit made the nurses at the Welfare Institute, and his mentor, suspicious of a connection between Black Cocoon and him.

Then again, thinking about it, perhaps the emergence of Black Cocoon was also connected to his subconscious. After all, every superpower is closely tied to the superpower user's life experiences.

Sometimes he enjoyed sleeping on rainy days, and sometimes he didn't, because on rainy days he would remain both fearful and uneasy, while also hoping that his parents would come back to find him.

So every time it rained, Ji Minghuan felt as if he turned back into that child locked in a wardrobe, even though, in essence, he was still just a child.

However, in that attic in Tokyo, during many nights of torrential rain, whenever he opened his eyes, he would see white pages covering the gaps in the windows, blocking out the howling wind and rain.

And then, looking up, the kimono-clad girl would be quietly sleeping in bed, a trace of moonlight falling on her serene face. Her breathing in sleep was so even and calm that it almost drowned out the last pitter-patter of rain.

Although she was someone who couldn't understand human emotions, somehow she noticed his fear of the rain. Once, when he was suddenly awakened from a dream, he saw her dark, beautiful eyes quietly watching him.

In the rustling sound of rain, the two of them silently gazed at each other in the silent attic. In that moment, it felt as if the wind and rain had stopped, and Ji Minghuan was stunned for a long, long time.

But this relationship was about to end. When the few remaining days count down to zero, he will personally kill Jack the Ripper, becoming an outright traitor in Ayase Origami's eyes.

For some reason, he felt a faint sense of reluctance.

Xia Pingzhou actually knew that Ayase Origami was not a mindless doll without dignity; he knew full well that she wouldn't follow him away, aware she was being betrayed and used.

Yet he still repeatedly sought this answer from Restricted Level 1001. Even though every time, he got the same response: she wouldn't leave with him; she would stay here.

His thoughts scattered, Xia Pingzhou silently lifted his gaze, the kimono-clad girl still quietly watching him in the dimness, not saying a word.

Her gaze was as hollow as a doll's, yet, as she watched him, she seemed like a small black cat lurking in the darkness.

Xia Pingzhou silently closed the door of the private room, cutting off the only source of light.

In the darkness, he originally intended to bluff it out by lying down on the sofa and closing his eyes, putting his worries behind him and falling asleep like an old monk in meditation. But Ayase Origami's eyes kept watching him.

So he sat down at the edge of the bed, leaned his back against the wall, and sighed softly.

"It's all Jack the Ripper's fault. She suddenly woke me up just now and wanted me to chat with her in the middle of the night, also told me not to wake you." Xia Pingzhou said.

"Jack said that?"

"Yeah." Xia Pingzhou replied expressionlessly, "Don't worry, I'll assassinate her tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of a sword sheath hitting the wall suddenly came from the next room.

"Bang—!" The loud noise subsided, and the wall faintly cracked, even the movie poster of "Kung Fu" stuck on it showed cracks. Stephen Chow's face and neck on the poster were split apart.

"See, she's already confessed without being asked."

Xia Pingzhou showed little reaction, merely spoke indifferently. Ayase Origami stared into his eyes.

"What did Jack talk to you about?" Ayase Origami pondered for a moment, then lowered her eyes and asked.