Chapter 59 Part 1

Across from him, the visible struggle to express himself was obvious.

Bo Ting immediately panicked: What to do, what to do?

He seemed to have caused an accident.

Had the victim come knocking?

After harassing him with a few messages on the screen, the sender persisted relentlessly.

Bo Ting took a deep breath, and in his panic… he turned off his phone.

It went quiet.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but deep down, he still couldn’t fully relax.

Even after closing his eyes, he kept wondering… the other party probably didn’t know where he lived, right?

…

The next morning when he woke up, Bo Ting turned his phone back on. The good news was: the other side truly didn’t know he lived in Taiping Luxury Garden and hadn’t come to block him at the door.

The bad news was: over the entire night, the messages had grown increasingly deranged.

By the end, they were just sending bizarre symbols.

But somehow, they were still stubbornly typing away despite everything!

Just a minute before Bo Ting powered on his phone, three new messages had arrived.

Bo Ting: …

Feeling guilty, he averted his gaze. After lying there all night, he decided to flatly deny everything.

Ahem, who could know if he’d run into some other accident that day?

It wasn’t necessarily his air conditioner’s cold air that was to blame.

He himself had been exposed to it for so long—why hadn’t anything happened to him?

That’s right, exactly.

The more Bo Ting thought about it, the more he convinced himself. He mustered his courage and blocked the victim’s number.

His phone was finally quiet for a while.

Doudou and Tang Yuan, sprawled on the balcony, wagged their tails, finally feeling like their ears had some peace.

After washing up, Bo Ting emerged feeling refreshed. But perhaps due to some subtle post-mischief psychology, a sudden urge to make amends peaked within him.

Of course… there was no way he was going to compensate that hacker with money for treatment. After pondering for a second, Bo Ting ultimately decided to grab two cans from the cabinet.

He redirected the compensation to the dog and the cat.

Perfect. Now he didn’t feel guilty anymore.

He had done a good deed today, too.

Bo Ting comforted himself for two seconds, then picked up his phone to play some match-3 games.

Doudou and Tang Yuan stared blankly at the heavenly gift from above, wondering what good day it was that this stingy human was opening cans for them?

After a second of hesitation, Doudou suspected the cans were poisoned.

It nudged the can with its mouth, pretending it had slipped, letting the chicken-scented can roll casually toward the calico.

Tang Yuan didn’t think twice.

Catching the enticing aroma from the can, she pounced excitedly, devouring it with gulp gulp sounds, her pretty fur even smeared with can scraps.

Doudou: …???

No poison?

Only after Tang Yuan finished hers and lifted her head to go for the other can did Doudou flick its tail, suddenly opening its massive maw and swallowing the entire intact can in one gulp.

It then chomped smack smack.

Tang Yuan: …???

What was wrong with this dead dog?

Hadn’t it refused to eat just now?

She’d thought Gouzi had changed its diet or something.

Their eyes met, and Tang Yuan hissed irritably before jumping onto the shelf.

While playing match-3, Bo Ting listened to the soothing sounds and glanced distractedly at the living room, where the cat and dog were getting along harmoniously. He nodded approvingly.

Good. Merit points for the day: plus one.

Not bad at all. Only an owner like him could make the adorable calico and the clever dog get along so well.

See? Now Doudou and Tang Yuan were even more in sync, weren’t they?

Bo Ting looked away.

Half an hour later, he paused, stretched lazily, and noticed a message suddenly pop up on his phone screen out of nowhere.

He instinctively thought it was that hacker chasing him for compensation again.

Bo Ting quickly moved to delete it, but after clicking in… huh?

It wasn’t from that hacker?

“Mengjia City Population Census Office Annual Survey Questionnaire?”

Bo Ting read it aloud subconsciously, then glanced at the list of questions and options below. He realized: Mengjia City was doing its yearly city survey.

Back before he crossed over, Yunshan City had done these surveys often too. Seeing those words gave Bo Ting a sense of familiarity, so his brows relaxed a bit as he clicked in.

First question: Dear citizen, do you have any opinions on Mengjia City’s current development?

Yes

No

Additional comments.

The very official Q&A appeared before him. Bo Ting thought for a moment.

“No, not really.”

He hadn’t even finished exploring Mengjia City—how could he have opinions on its development?

Bo Ting decisively selected 2 and moved to the next question:

Second question: What are your thoughts on Mengjia City’s living environment?

Not really those either.

He skipped quickly through, selecting “satisfied” for a dozen or so questions until he reached the last one.

“For Mengjia City’s food, do you find it to your taste?”

Man, the Population Census Office’s survey was way too polite—even asking about citizens’ food preferences.

Bo Ting’s favorability shot up instantly. He was about to click “no,” but then thought of something and felt a bit embarrassed. In the additional comments, he wrote: “It’s all pretty good.”

“It’s just that the milk tea shops are too far from our place. I have to take the bus to get milk tea.”

Zhou Ying in the neighborhood was a dessert enthusiast but had no plans to open a shop; she just made them for fun.

If Bo Ting wanted milk tea, he’d searched and found he had to bus seven stops to Tianxin Mall.

That was a bit too inconvenient.

Plus, Taiping Luxury Garden was some distance from downtown, and delivery was scarce.

Bo Ting pondered and jotted down his scattered suggestions.

He didn’t expect the Population Census Office to actually see them—after all, it was just a survey.

After filling out the 100-character suggestions, Bo Ting double-checked that all his answers were positive reviews, clicked “anonymous evaluation,” and submitted.

A few minutes later:

The Resurgence Management Office received feedback from the city’s one and only survey response.

“You think this’ll work?”

He Chengfeng’s expression was still a bit odd.

After realizing even the Copper Splitter had gone wrong, the Resurgence Management Office had held an emergency all-night meeting.

The meeting’s conclusion? Don’t provoke Taiping Luxury Garden.

As long as it wasn’t harming Mengjia City’s safety, keep things steady.

That was basically nonsense.

They were already following that guideline.

But the problem was, they had no clue what the other side was thinking, leaving them completely passive.

Thus, Lu Jingshan’s “survey questionnaire” idea was born.

“Isn’t it obvious this questionnaire is aimed at It?”

He Chengfeng twitched his mouth.

Lu Jingshan stared at the computer.

“Isn’t everyone already well aware?”

“But it shows the Resurgence Management Office’s sincerity.”

“If the other side bothers to fill it out, that means it’s open to communication.”

He Chengfeng had thought of that too. He just wondered… what demands it would make.

In the Resurgence Management Office’s view, anomalous gods were never easy to deal with.

He’d even prepared for demands like monthly sacrifices of a few SS-grade weirds.

But upon opening the questionnaire, he found: It had given all positive reviews?!

A screen full of “satisfied.”

Not just He Chengfeng was stunned—even Lu Jingshan hadn’t expected Taiping Luxury Garden to be so generous.

“The other side probably disdains commenting on a human city.”

Lu Jingshan came up with an enlightened explanation.

Everyone at the Resurgence Management Office nodded, even Zheng Shangyun thinking it might be the reason.

But the next second, scrolling to the end, on the final page, Taiping Luxury Garden had written a full 100 characters.

Zheng Shangyun: …

His face stung from the slap.

He frowned, set aside further thought, and immediately took it seriously, having the tech enlarge the screen for everyone to see.

The familiar tone from the anonymous email appeared again.

Zheng Shangyun read it seriously, seeing only a perfectly normal request:

—”Could you open a milk tea shop near Yunhe Convenience Store?”

Zheng Shangyun: …

“That’s Its entire demand?”

The air fell silent and awkward. No one had expected a terrifying anomalous god to make such a request.

Xue Hengfu coughed, then quietly raised his hand to add:

“It’s not just milk tea—It also said delivery doesn’t reach nearby.”

Zheng Shangyun: …

That area was suburbs to begin with—delivery reaching there would be the real miracle.

He shot a glance at the bold Xue Hengfu.

Zheng Shangyun was about to speak when Xue Hengfu immediately dropped his hand.

“I mean, Its questions sound pretty citizen-like.”

The response was so normal it almost made one hallucinate the other side was an ordinary resident.

But how could that be?

The thought made Xue Hengfu feel even more chilled.

The Resurgence Management Office exchanged glances.

Xue Hengfu cleared his throat lightly: “So, what do we do now?”

After a moment, Lu Jingshan said: “What else? Satisfy It.”

Seeing no objection from his superior, he immediately rallied the team to arrange it.

Just one night later, when Bo Ting woke up, he noticed… some kind of construction outside their neighborhood?

The faint noise was hard to hear unless you listened closely.

Bo Ting only barely caught it from the windowsill, growing puzzled.

Hm?

Something happening outside the neighborhood again?

He’d check it out after eating.