Information, under any circumstances, is very important.
Lin Lue had managed to live peacefully in the Lower District for so long precisely because he had a sufficiently reliable source of information.
Following his memory, Lin Lue turned into a secluded alley.
The flagstone road had been polished smooth by wind and rain, and the old walls on both sides were covered in dark green moss.
At the end of the alley, Lin Lue stopped.
He stood before a wooden door whose vermillion paint had long faded.
On either side of the eaves hung two vintage lanterns, one black and one white, their faint light flickering.
Upon closer inspection, one would find that there wasn’t a single candle inside the lanterns.
The surroundings were extremely quiet, so quiet that all you could hear was the wailing of wind through the alley, giving it the feeling of walking into a horror movie.
Lin Lue calmly raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door with his knuckles.
Thump, thump, thump.
He waited for a moment, but there was no response from inside.
The wooden door didn’t show any sign of opening.
Without hesitation, Lin Lue grabbed the old door knocker and pushed hard.
The wooden door let out a creak that set one’s teeth on edge.
It slowly swung inward.
Lin Lue pushed the door open and entered.
What met his eyes was a modestly sized courtyard paved with bluestone slabs, antique and elegant, with no extra flowers or plants.
Only in the center of the courtyard stood a lush locust tree.
It was thriving, clearly well-fertilized.
Its thick branches stretched out in all directions, the crown blotting out the sky, casting a large patch of shade.
But what was most striking was that on one of the locust tree’s branches hung a strangely shaped sunshine doll, swaying in the breeze.
Lin Lue squinted.
This sunshine doll was quite pretty.
She wore a black long dress, a delicate little black hat tilted on her head.
Her ink-black hair, smooth as silk, cascaded over her shoulders.
Her eyes were closed, and a small pink tongue poked out from her lips.
Below, her slender legs, clad in black stockings, hung straight down.
…What kind of sunshine doll was this?
It was clearly a young girl having a tug-of-war with the locust tree using her neck!
Lin Lue’s heart jumped.
He rushed over quickly.
He bent down, picked up a jagged stone from the ground, and with a flick of his wrist, threw it precisely at the rope suspending the girl.
Rip!
The rope snapped, and the girl fell toward the ground.
Lin Lue instinctively reached out and caught her in a princess carry.
The girl’s face was pale, completely bloodless, even her lips were white.
Lin Lue checked her breath.
There was no breath at all.
“Luo An’an, Luo An’an, wake up!” Lin Lue called softly.
“If you’re still alive, make a sound. Don’t play dead.”
“Your body isn’t stiff yet.”
Lin Lue set Luo An’an on the ground, ready to pinch her philtrum to see if he could create a medical miracle.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of a nearby house opened, and a young girl with snow-white hair quickly walked out.
Her clear white eyes were sparkling, she wore a small white hat on her head, a white dress, and white-stockinged feet in open-toe high heels.
She walked briskly into the courtyard.
“Wow, Lin Lue, you’re finally here!”
Luo Miaomiao let out a small exclamation upon seeing Lin Lue, very happy.
Her gaze then fell to the ground.
Seeing her sister whose face looked like a coffin lid, Luo Miaomiao immediately pounced on her and wailed at the top of her lungs.
“Big sister, what happened to you!”
The exaggerated acting, a cry with no emotion, all technique, made Lin Lue’s mouth twitch.
She hadn’t shed a single tear.
Her acting was far too half-hearted.
Luo An’an on the ground still showed no reaction, as if she were really dead.
Lin Lue looked at the little hat on her head; it still didn’t look like it was going to fall off. Pretty stable.
Luo Miaomiao sneaked a glance at Lin Lue and found him expressionless.
She coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment, stopped wailing, and sat down with a plop on her older sister’s stomach.
She chatted with Lin Lue calmly.
“Lin Lue, what strange way of dying was big sister playing just now?”
“Hm, cosplaying as a sunshine doll.”
“Ah, what a tacky and boring way to die.”
“Exactly. This is the forty-second time.”
Lin Lue looked at Luo Miaomiao, who was sitting on Luo An’an’s stomach and even extending her legs to kick.
He wanted to say something but stopped.
‘Is it really okay to sit on her stomach like that?’
But in the end, Lin Lue didn’t say it.
Because, having known these sisters for a long time, he was used to it.
Luo An’an seemed to have no breath, but in just a few minutes, she would be rosy-cheeked and fully revived.
Sure enough.
The originally “lifeless” Luo An’an opened her crimson eyes, stretched out her arms, and ruthlessly tickled Luo Miaomiao’s smooth, delicate armpits.
Attack! Attack!!
Luo Miaomiao was completely defenseless!
“Hahaha!! Big sister, stop tickling, it’s so itchy!”
Luo Miaomiao laughed breathlessly, her weak point under savage assault.
She was totally defeated.
She slipped off Luo An’an and rolled several times on the ground.
Luo An’an calmly got up from the ground and stretched.
Her eyes carried a hint of fatigue like an office worker who had been working overtime for months, languid and listless.
She covered her mouth with her hand and let out a big yawn, then mumbled a greeting to Lin Lue.
“Lin Lue, you’re here.”
“Mm, I’m here.”
Lin Lue had just responded when the next second, Luo An’an reached out and pushed him down, his back against the rough trunk of the old locust tree.
Luo An’an simply lay down, pillowed her head on his thigh, and closed her eyes.
“Good night.”
The sunlight was nice, filtering through the layered leaves, casting a glow on her pretty profile.
In just a moment, soft, steady snoring drifted into Lin Lue’s ears.
She was asleep.
Lin Lue: “…”
Looking at the girl who was lying on his thigh without a care, Lin Lue was momentarily speechless.
“Wow, big sister, what are you doing? You can’t!”
Luo Miaomiao got up from the ground, brushed off the leaves stuck to her clothes, and tidied her somewhat disheveled skirt, covering the top of her thighs wrapped in white stockings.
Seeing her big sister’s boldness, she blushed slightly, put her hands on her hips, and said loudly.
“How can you just casually sleep on Lin Lue’s thigh? So shameless!”
“And your face is right against his lower abdomen! Improper!”
It seemed that compared to her big sister, the younger sister Luo Miaomiao had a fair amount of shame.
Luo An’an’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, clearly annoyed by the noise.
She opened one eye, looked at Luo Miaomiao who was muttering incessantly beside her, and reached out to grab her pale wrist.
With a hard yank!
She directly pulled her down and pressed her onto Lin Lue’s other thigh.
“Alright, stop fussing. You lie down too.”
“You obviously want to lie like this too, don’t you?”
Luo Miaomiao’s cheeks burned. She muttered softly, “I-I don’t.”
But she showed no intention of getting up, and even closed her eyes.
Lin Lue: “…”
Looking at Luo Miaomiao who was saying one thing but doing another, Lin Lue smiled.
Not even a struggle?
Lin Lue looked at the two sisters lying on either side of his thighs.
Their bangs were long, covering half of their small faces.
He used his fingers to push aside their black and white bangs, revealing their complete, high-quality modeled faces.
Lin Lue looked for a few seconds, but felt no ripples in his heart. After all, he had seen this many times.
Moreover, although they were indeed beautiful, they were crazy people.