Chapter 49

A very timely excuse, it should have salvaged the situation, right?

Bisiji felt a slight relief in her heart when Moyou didn’t react any further.

Almost exposing her true thoughts...

No, no.

Those words just now were absolutely not her true feelings!

Bisiji firmly denied it in her heart.

However,

This boy...

Is he one of us?

Bisiji lowered her head, pretending to bury her face in her chest out of shyness, to hide the fleeting oddity in her eyes.

The personalities of Shapeshifters are usually unpredictable, skilled at lying, and adept at covering their true intentions with clever words and actions in most situations.

There is one more point.

Because they are skilled at lying and concealing, they are also good at detecting others' lies and concealments.

Of course, although the existence of "Nen" can subtly amplify and highlight the personality traits of Nen users, the idea that personality determines Nen ability attributes is not absolute.

But Bisiji could at least be certain of one thing.

Despite her fangirl tendencies, she could sense that this boy was concealing something when facing such a gentle and adorable self...

What is his motive? What is his reason?

This is very interesting and makes things more intriguing.

Identifying the potential luster inside a raw stone through observation is always something that can’t be resisted.

Besides hunting for that extremely beautiful blue gem, it seems there is another thing that can satisfy her.

Bisiji, with her head buried in her chest, revealed a dangerous smile in her heart.

"Big brother, c-can you stay with me a little longer?"

She looked down, pitifully.

"Sorry, little girl."

Moyou apologized, "I suddenly remembered something I need to do, so..."

"Ah."

Bisiji let out a disappointed sound, then slowly raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and asked with a sobbing voice, "Is it something very important?"

"Sort of."

Moyou glanced at Bisiji’s excellent performance, feeling even more apologetic, and explained:

"I transferred flights, so my arrival time is at least twelve hours later than originally planned. But I was too rushed during the transfer and forgot to inform my family in advance. To avoid worrying them, I need to call them. Uh, I don’t have a phone, but there should be a public phone on the ship."

"Big brother, I know where there’s a public phone!"

Bisiji quickly suggested after hearing Moyou’s explanation.

This way, she had a legitimate reason to follow him closely.

Moyou pretended to think for a moment, then nodded, "Alright, this saves me from asking the staff."

"Okay."

Bisiji nodded happily.

"Big brother, follow me."

She skipped out the door with a childlike demeanor.

Moyou followed behind, hoping that this phone call would help him get rid of Bisiji’s attention.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Liz can answer the call at this time of night.

If she doesn’t, he’ll have to endure until morning under Bisiji’s acting assault...

Soon, Bisiji led Moyou to a corridor.

At the end of the corridor, there was an oil painting on the wall, and next to it was a coin-operated public phone.

"Here it is."

Bisiji pointed to the public phone.

"Okay, I see it."

Moyou walked over.

Under Bisiji’s watchful gaze, he inserted coins, picked up the receiver, and instead of dialing Liz’s number, he dialed the number for fake documents.

At the time, the small GG clearly stated that services were only available from 1 PM to midnight.

This means—

After a long wait, the call went unanswered, as expected.

Patiently waiting for the call to disconnect automatically, Moyou pretended to mutter to himself, "No answer, makes sense, it’s so late, Kido must be asleep. I’ll call Aunt Liz."

After deliberately revealing some information, Moyou dialed Liz’s number and pressed the receiver to his ear again.

However, such actions couldn’t fool a professional Hunter who was clearly trying to eavesdrop.

Beside him, Bisiji quietly watched Moyou on the phone.

Kido?

At the sound of this name, Bisiji’s mind immediately flashed to the image of Kido Yorkie, a member of the Twelve Zodiacs.

However, there are many people with the same name, so Bisiji wouldn’t directly associate Moyou’s Kido with the Kido she knew.

It was just a coincidence of the same name, which naturally came to mind when she heard it.

On the other hand, the name Liz seemed somewhat familiar to her.

"Beep, beep..."

Moyou didn’t look at Bisiji, standing by the public phone, listening intently to the long wait tone from the receiver.

After about twenty seconds, the call finally connected.

"Is this Aunt Liz?"

The moment the call connected, Moyou spoke first.

"..."

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds, then a lazy female voice responded, off-topic:

"I like high-intensity work, and I also like sleeping all day on rare days off. If I finish my work early, I’ll feed the pigeons in the square or sit in a café on the street for the afternoon."

"If I have time, I’ll go shopping for clothes or watch a romantic movie that’s only recently been released. Unfortunately..."

"My workload is usually too heavy, and such opportunities are rare. I often stay up late and work all night, squandering my youthful vitality for the job I love."

"Because I often stay up all night, my dark circles are so severe that even concealer can’t cover them. I also don’t take good care of my skin, so my condition doesn’t match a 20-year-old’s, but my figure... my chest is average, no belly fat, round buttocks, and long legs. By 20-year-old standards, I think I’m fine."

"In summary—"

At this point, the lazy female voice paused.

Moyou, holding the receiver, fell into a deathly silence, like waiting for the defense lawyer to finish speaking in court, remaining silent until then.

Bisiji, eavesdropping from the side, was also confused. What kind of rambling is this, just hanging around outside without getting to the point?!

At this moment—

Liz, on the other end of the line, continued in a gentle tone: "What I’m trying to say is, my 20th birthday is in two months and seven days. Now, I suggest you rephrase your words."

"Sis Liz."

Moyou wisely followed Liz’s advice, changing the term "Aunt" to "Sis."

Maybe this is the world of professional Hunters.