You are all bad women! Don't come over!

"What is this?" Shen Mochen asked.

"A communication device for the Guardian Flame Army." Xiao Xingshuang picked it up, "Don't speak yet."

Shen Mochen prudently shut his mouth.

Xiao Xingshuang connected with Guardian's communication, and orders in the Roman Language came through the device. Shen Mochen listened quietly, realizing he could barely understand it.

The person on the other end ordered Xiao Xingshuang to stop searching and return to the team immediately.

Xiao Xingshuang hung up and looked at Shen Mochen, saying nonchalantly, "What do you want to eat?"

"Why are they looking for you?" Shen Mochen probed.

"To make me return to the team," Xiao Xingshuang admitted.

"Did they find the important person?"

"I don't know."

"So, are you not planning to return to the team?"

"I can take leave; I have vacation time."

"Don't take leave yet!" Shen Mochen immediately stopped her.

Xiao Xingshuang looked puzzled, "Why?"

Shen Mochen sighed and patiently explained, "If you take leave now, it might raise suspicion! You'd better act as usual. Do you have any food here?"

Xiao Xingshuang blankly said, "I have biscuits and instant noodles here."

"That's enough!" Shen Mochen nodded vigorously, "I'll hide here for a few days, and you come back when you're on vacation as usual. By the way, can you help me find out who the target on the plane was?"

Although Xiao Xingshuang might lie, her lies were easy to detect. Plus, if she did lie, it might actually help Shen Mochen identify the target.

Xiao Xingshuang was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"You said someone wants to kill you. Do you know who that person is?"

"I don't know. That was my last memory, vaguely remembering the other person's energy should be very strong."

"Why would someone want to kill you? You're just a..."

Xiao Xingshuang looked puzzled but swallowed her words.

Shen Mochen was quite famous in Yupi; she knew that. But ultimately, he was just a publicity star without any motive or reason for anyone to want him dead... That's what Xiao Xingshuang originally thought, but then she considered Shen Mochen's strange superpowers.

Could it be related to Shen Mochen's superpowers?

Moreover, even someone with no common sense knows that when a plane crashes from such a height, it's nearly impossible for anyone to survive, yet Shen Mochen had no injuries at all, only amnesia.

Besides, she had surveyed the site, and the plane didn't look like it crashed but seemed to have been shot down, starting with an explosion in the air before crashing. She didn't find any body except Shen Mochen's; for all she knew, the others might have evaporated or shattered into countless small pieces.

Shen Mochen's survival could also be due to his unique superpowers. If that were the case, perhaps he was the person they were searching for.

Are they searching for him to harm him, or to hand him over to Yupi?

Xiao Xingshuang couldn't figure it out; she only knew Shen Mochen belonged to her now.

"Please, I'm depending on you now." Shen Mochen held Xiao Xingshuang's hands passionately, gazing at her with broken, pitiful eyes.

"Hmm... I'll return to the team. You hide carefully." Xiao Xingshuang nodded calmly.

Shen Mochen then hugged Xiao Xingshuang's firm body, kissing her cheek: "Take care on the way."

Xiao Xingshuang was stunned for a moment, then snapped back to reality and kissed Shen Mochen's lips with a heavy stamp. Her kissing skills were quite clumsy, just pressing heavily like leaving a seal.

...

As she left, Shen Mochen immediately locked the door.

He crept to the old TV, turning down the volume, and searched for Roman news programs.

But after watching the news for most of the day, he didn't see his own face.

He was quite disappointed, looking around the small room again. It was really too small, cramped, with no bathroom. Though overall it was fairly tidy.

Besides the bed, the biggest piece of furniture was a desk, cluttered with some books.

Curious, Shen Mochen flipped through them, but soon lost interest. These books were nothing special, mostly Roman language lessons, and some Roman fairy tales.

There was also a thick notebook filled with Roman language study notes.

It was clear she wanted to integrate into Roman life.

"The Guardian of Roman must be well-paid, so why... live so frugally?"

Shen Mochen looked around again, puzzled. Even if she were naturally frugal, there was no need to be so stingy.

The Watcher's pay should be high, in the top one percent no matter the country.

Becoming more curious about Xiao Xingshuang, Shen Mochen cautiously searched the room. Luckily, it wasn't big, and soon, he found a pair of glasses and a stack of medical reports in a cabinet.

The reports were in the Roman language, filled with many obscure words. Shen Mochen took out a dictionary, translating slowly until nightfall, when he finally understood why Xiao Xingshuang was so frugal.

She was treating someone, judging from the reports, likely her mother. Her mother had a severe illness, and Xiao Xingshuang opted for a customized special treatment, incredibly expensive, even for a Watcher of the mighty Roman Empire, straining her finances.

Sigh... Shen Mochen sighed, placing the reports back. He felt a bit of sympathy and goodwill towards Xiao Xingshuang, the unpleasant feelings from her trying to "possess" him dissipating.

Shen Mochen touched the cross on his neck, the only thing he had, perhaps something very important.

It was already dark; Shen Mochen turned off the TV but didn't sleep, pressing his ear against the wall to listen for a while, then putting on Xiao Xingshuang's knit cap and mask, he took the keys from the table and quietly left the room.

He wasn't worried about being watched because it was unnecessary. If anyone truly suspected, they could just search the place after Xiao Xingshuang left.

Leaving the room, Shen Mochen found it was a hotel-like apartment with no staff. He quietly slipped from the second floor to the first, into the chilly wind outside.

"So cold..." Shen Mochen shivered slightly, grateful that his attire wouldn't arouse suspicion in the cold.

The late hour left the streets nearly empty. Shen Mochen observed the surroundings; the buildings were ordinary, though Xiao Xingshuang's place was the worst.

He walked silently, head down, with neon lights flashing by, occasionally passing drunken people falling on the roadside.

He didn't intervene, just silently memorizing the route and scanning around for any useful information.

The walls nearby were posted with many job ads, some containing ambiguous and risqué content. Shen Mochen remembered that Roman citizens were predominantly religious.

He skillfully rummaged through the trash heaps...

Why am I so adept at rummaging through trash? Oh, I almost forgot, I'm an orphan from the slums.