Chapter 111: Dimension 18

Chapter 111: Dimension 18

Yu Bai's voice was soft, and the peculiarity in his tone wasn't obvious. At least, the boisterous breakfast shop owner didn't notice it; instead, she felt greatly encouraged.

"Little White also doubts him! I think he might really be a prince. After all, they encountered him at the talent agency. So it's reasonable for me to meet an alien on the street!"

Qiao Jinmei couldn't wait to say, "Captain Li, you should quickly check the surveillance footage to see what he was doing on the street, where he came from, and where he went—"

Captain Li, who had been seriously pondering Prince's whereabouts, now vaguely sensed something amiss and reined in his thoughts.

Outside, the night was hazy, while inside, under the glow of the lights, the young man's expression was slightly gloomy, his gaze somewhat unfocused, as if deeply engrossed in thought.

Li Nanshao, who had watched him grow up, was startled. After confirming it wasn't his imagination, he couldn't help but frown.

Why does Little White seem so distracted?

He usually has a calm demeanor, as if nothing bothers him, rarely showing such expressions.

Could it be that he's hiding something from us?

Come to think of it, Little White does have a personality that keeps worries to himself.

Always reporting good news but not the bad.

Is it related to the alien prince? Or this timeline?

At this thought, Li Nanshao's mood turned serious, yet his voice was unusually gentle as he volunteered, "Little White, don't hesitate. Say whatever you want directly."

Qiao Jinmei and Xie Wufang looked over at the sound of his voice.

Yu Bai, who had been daydreaming during their serious discussion, snapped back to reality, suddenly meeting three pairs of eyes. His eyes widened instantly, feeling a strong sense of guilt as if caught red-handed.

Hearing the familiar phrase of advice, he hurriedly shook his head, blurting out, "I've already said everything!"

Captain Li was taken aback for a moment, also carried away by this familiar response, reflexively saying, "Don't waste time. Think clearly before you speak."

Yu Bai was firm. "I really have said everything!"

Captain Li's eyes sharpened. "You clearly have something on your mind!"

Qiao Jinmei was caught off guard. "Wait, what? How did you two—"

Suddenly enter police interrogation mode again!!

After a moment, amidst the growing laughter of a certain onlooker, the two fell into an awkward silence, sheepishly saying, "…cough, it's a habit."

Qiao Jinmei laughed until tears almost came to her eyes. "It's understandable for Captain Li to have professional habits, but Little White, where do you get these strange habits?"

How can you even get used to being interrogated by the police!

Distracted by this interruption, Yu Bai's sense of guilt about his wandering thoughts faded. He casually responded, "I often witness various accidents, so I'm always giving statements."

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently swept over Xie Wufang, who had remained quietly silent.

Then he caught the clear amusement in those transparent eyes.

What is he laughing at again.

Yu Bai muttered in his heart but didn't say it aloud.

Just as he was about to look away, he heard Xie Wufang's voice in his ear.

"I heard a similar conversation in a TV drama," he said. "That's why I laughed."

…Oh.

Yu Bai blurted out, "I didn't want to ask you that."

As soon as he said it, he regretted it, feeling that it sounded childish, like a primary school student.

But Xie Wufang responded earnestly. "Okay, sorry."

…

Now he seemed even more childish.

Is this guy completely oblivious or too perceptive??

Yu Bai fell silent and quickly turned his head.

Qiao Jinmei, who was laughing so hard she was doubled over, forgot about the matter at hand and was fully engaged in gossip. "Captain Li, what kind of accidents has Little White encountered? Tell me about it, it sounds interesting!"

Li Nanshao sighed and picked up his water cup. "Meeting you was quite an accident."

"Ah!" Qiao Jinmei lightly hit him, a bit embarrassed. "I was asking seriously, officer, what are you talking about!"

Captain Li, nearly splashed with water from the cup, twitched his brow and started massaging his temples again.

…He was being serious too!!

Yu Bai had to stifle his laughter and looked away.

This time, he didn't gaze into that sparkling lake.

The man was looking down at the street scene video on the screen in his hand.

Yu Bai watched for a moment and quietly asked, "Do you think this person in a mascot costume could be the prince?"

Xie Wufang's answer remained honest. "I don't know."

The flickering brilliance on the screen was quietly reflected in his beautiful gray-blue eyes.

Yubai was reminded of the moment earlier when he had turned off his phone.

He fell silent for a few seconds before suddenly asking out of the blue, "Has the audition time been set?"

He had just seen that it was a chat interface.

Xie Wufang replied, "Not yet."

Yubai responded with an elongated "oh," his tone languid and curious, but he held back from pressing further, maintaining a sense of propriety.

So what message had he received?

Why did it seem like he didn't want him to see it?

The man with a calm expression looked over.

The air grew quiet for a moment.

A silence where they stared at each other.

Xie Wufang said nothing, his face devoid of any expression.

Yubai remained silent, sighing softly in his heart.

...This guy really has no clue about reading the room!!

As he sighed, he felt a strange sense of melancholy.

Xie Wufang had learned a lot of new knowledge from others, such as auditions.

He could learn about human society through various means, like TV dramas.

He would also meet other humans and have more and more secrets...

The non-human's eyes were clear and thoughtful. "Do you have something on your mind?"

The human was startled and quickly denied it. "What trouble? Don't listen to Uncle Li's nonsense. I was just thinking about the prince. Speaking of which, regarding this doll monster, if he really is the prince, we mustn't—"

The scene rewinds to four o'clock in the afternoon, inside the elevator car, bright and mirror-like all around.

"—this time, I won't fall for the humans' tricks again! I pretended to be interested as part of my plan. Alright, stop talking, I have my own plans!"

As the words faded, the reflection in the mirror returned to normal amidst ripples, and the metal doors clanged open.

The rosy-lipped and white-toothed youth walked lazily out of the elevator that had arrived at the first floor, hands in his pockets, brushing past ordinary people waiting to go up.

Stepping out of the building, he faced a bustling world, a sunny early summer day, crowded streets, and a sea of unfamiliar faces undulating like waves, shimmering like a dream.

He wondered, what identity should he assume this time?

The alien prince lifted his head suddenly amidst the vast crowd, gazing at Earth's unique azure sky. His innocent eyes still held a trace of clear regret and a hint of dissatisfaction.

Hmph, those darn humans.

They had promised to continue shooting the flying combat scenes in the afternoon.

It turned out to be just an excuse to trick him down from the wire harness at noon.

He hadn't had enough fun.

Ahem, of course, the point is—

Humans are truly smooth-tongued and full of tricks!

Stupid humans! You're dead meat! Tomorrow, you'll be under my command!

The youth, using this appearance for the last time, silently vowed in his heart, a vow he had become adept at making.

Then, his expression brightened, his eyes shining brightly, clearly having thought of his next move.

Thus, the youth strode forward.

Half an hour later, beside an ancient-style building, people bustled about, each engaged in their tasks. In a corner, an unremarkable middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance was peering around curiously.

Following the call of "three, two, one, jump," the actress gracefully plummeted from the rooftop. Beyond the camera's view, several burly men pulled hard on the wire ropes, retreating rapidly.

Turns out there's manual operation for this thing too.

It seemed more flexible than machine control.

The middle-aged man, blending into the crowd without standing out, watched intently, memorizing the entire process in his mind.

When he got home, he could ask someone to play along with him.

Right, he should find a production team that uses machine control and observe how that machine operates carefully.

After all, that kind of wire can fly much higher and faster.

As humans say, both sides of the hand are equally important.

With this thought, the middle-aged man quietly left the corner and headed in another direction.

As he turned around, several particularly eye-catching figures caught his eye.

His eyebrows furrowed; this costume seemed familiar.

It came back to him!

Is it someone from the crew waiting to film in the alley?

The nuisance who ruined his fun.

Under the blazing sun, the flamboyant shirt's tails flutter in the wind.

The four burly men with buzz cuts, having concluded their day at the film city, stride outwards, chatting amidst the wary gazes of strangers.

"Bro Qiang, should we go find Young Master Yu now?"

"Duh, do I need to answer that!" Bao Qiang, with a stern face, replies, "While we were busy filming, there were fights everywhere. Luckily, Young Master Yu said he didn't encounter any trouble. Next time, we absolutely can't just indulge ourselves like this—hey, what's with this kid's look!"

In the narrow path where four confront one, the unremarkable middle-aged stranger looks at them thoughtfully.

Then,

He glares at them resentfully.

...

This is the second time today that Bao Qiang has been glared at by a stranger.

The man in the floral shirt, with an old scar on his face that often intimidates others, hesitates for a second before swiftly rolling up his sleeves.

"What's with people giving me dirty looks today!"

Bao Qiang's anger flares instantly as he moves to grab the middle-aged man's collar: "Don't you dare move, explain yourself!"

The other bodyguards rush over: "No no no, Bro Qiang, calm down, you'll end up in jail if you hit him!"

Bao Qiang sneers coldly, his thoughts clear: "Police are understaffed everywhere; they won't bother with petty scuffles."

The menacing buzz-cut man closes in on the seemingly ordinary middle-aged man, his intimidating aura overwhelming.

The unremarkable middle-aged man visibly startles, his gaze suddenly fixating.

How dare you try to be tough with such little courage?

Bao Qiang's half-clenched fist slows, but his words remain harsh: "I'm going to teach you a lesson today! See if you ever—"

At a distance where he can clearly see the other's facial expression, the middle-aged man pays no attention to what he's saying, suddenly exclaiming in admiration.

"That scar on your face is so cool."

The plain-looking middle-aged man has unusually clear and bright eyes.

They now sparkle with pure longing.

Now it's Bao Qiang's turn to be stunned.

Huh?

Before he can react, the stranger has completely stopped, even forgetting his original destination, his eyes burning with intensity. "Really cool, especially when you make that expression."

To be honest, it sounds a bit off.

But it's filled with genuine sincerity.

...

Bao Qiang's fist, originally aimed at the stranger's collar, abruptly halts.

It reverses direction, landing lightly on himself.

"Cough."

Bao Qiang tugs at his floral collar, his posture suave, his expression proud.

"You're a smart kid."