63: Chapter 66: Personality
Aren’t you a Stack Soldier?” Li Cheng looked surprised, still maintaining the gesture of reaching out, “Alright, Little Red Riding Hood.”
“I’m not Little Red Riding Hood either!”
Yuan Zhixia slapped her forehead and sighed, “We’re all thousand-year-old foxes, why play coy ?
“Okay.” Li Cheng nodded.
“…Aren’t you surprised?” Yuan Zhixia raised her eyebrows slightly, “Or did you recognize me?
“About when we were on the lake, when I was holding the back of your collar.”
Li Cheng said, “Although you’ve made up, changed your face, hairstyle, and attire, and sprayed a lot of odor remover, and wore fingerprint covers.
However, some things haven’t changed in a short time.
Like the distribution of pores on the back of your neck, the distribution of hair roots, weight, skeleton, and the unique smell of your sweat mixed with shower gel.
With just one or two of these being a match, I couldn’t make a judgment, but with so many matches, it’s enough to confirm your identity.”
“…Okay, I didn’t expect to reveal information on this.”
Yuan Zhixia pushed up her thin-framed glasses and crossed her arms in front of her, “Actually, according to the Special Affairs Bureau’s regulations, new agents wanting to conceal their real-world identity must undergo a more comprehensive disguise.
Including but not limited to using lasers to alter fingerprints, shaving off all body hair, and using artificial wigs instead.
I came here suddenly because of a mission, there wasn’t time to disguise myself comprehensively, I didn’t expect you’d notice it.”
“Speaking of which, how did you guess my identity?”
Li Cheng scratched his head and said, “The Taoist robe I wear, the bullets I use for my guns, even the ironing boards, irons, etc., are all from a Murderous Street store, purchased through the online shopping system; my identity can’t be traced.
Plus, I also applied a complete disguise.”
Yuan Zhixia raised her hand and pointed at the lines on her palm, “When you took Ishikawa Kenichi from Fujita’s mansion in Shuijing City Third District, your gloves were damaged, full of holes.
At that time, I had a pinhole high-definition camera installed in the button of my clothes, and after leaving the script, I uploaded the footage to a computer, used an AI program to magnify and clarify the image, and saw your palm print through the holes in the gloves.
Palm prints are acquired, due to physical and chemical changes, and can easily change.
Such changes, however slow might take years or months, but at least eight days for significant changes.
At the same time, because you showed those mantis-like, bone blades extending from your wrists on the lake.
They were very similar to the so-called mercenary, Daiji Ozawa, who once saved me and Ye Jiaying.
Daiji Ozawa appeared in Yin City, so I used a supercomputer to compare the palm prints captured by the pinhole camera with those of humans captured by subway and mall cameras in Yin City over the last few months.
I excluded ten thousand similar targets and narrowed it down to a few hundred. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novᴇlfire.net
You happened to be within this range.”
Both using a supercomputer and comparing millions of palm prints just to check an identity, I don’t know whether to praise Yuan Zhixia’s persistence or to say she’s too free.
“The resources of the Special Affairs Bureau are indeed abundant.”
Li Cheng spread his hands, “So, did they send you?”
Thinking about it, Yuan Zhixia might have been absorbed into the Special Affairs Bureau after the Mottled Spider incident, becoming a player.
Yuan Zhixia’s mouth slightly turned up, and she tilted her head, “No matter what, you’ve saved me several times, whether during the Reverse Meme Spider incident or Death Curse’s mission.
One of my life’s principles is to repay kindness and avenge wrongs.
Since you as a player don’t want to declare your identity to the Special Affairs Bureau, I naturally won’t tell them.”
Is that what the Special Affairs Bureau internally calls the Mottled Spider?
Li Cheng asked in confusion, “So you sneaked over here by yourself?
Aren’t you afraid I might actually be from the Wild Laughter Troupe, or that I’m a villain from the Demon Scientist Alliance, and could capture and sell you?”
“Pfft,” Yuan Zhixia rolled her eyes, “First of all, I’m also a player, and I can run if I can’t fight.
Second, the Special Affairs Bureau has a very precise and ingenious personality profiling program, developed by a group of psychologists, anthropologists, criminologists, and other professionals.
Entering your test papers, exercises, essays from middle and high school, your music apps, social media speech, frequently used emoticons, and commonly visited websites into it can produce a personality profile report.
According to the report, you belong to the chaotic good category; on the surface, you appear normal and are willing to disguise as a normal person.
But essentially, you like to act according to your own will, have your own set of moral bottom lines and logic, advocate rational thinking, are willing to protect the weak, believe in fairness and justice but not entirely in the law, and while generally pessimistic about human nature, you also harbor a hidden hope for a harmonious world.”
Li Cheng rubbed his chin, “Sounds a bit like those MBTI quiz questions from Xiaohongshu.”
“This is professional personality profiling, not some MBTI!”
Yuan Zhixia twitched the corner of her eye, “Anyway, you’re a good person.
So I helped you delete all traces that might track you in the real world.”
“No need.” Yuan Zhixia paused, saying, “As a frie—ahem, I mean as a classmate.
I advise you might as well report to the Special Affairs Bureau; many things would be more convenient.
If you encounter any difficulties, the Special Affairs Bureau will also help you within their capabilities.”
“Not for now.” Li Cheng shook his head in refusal.
With Yuan Zhixia’s Level 2, holding two fine quality consumable items, it’s evident the Special Affairs Bureau values her.
But one thing at a time, Li Cheng didn’t think the Special Affairs Bureau would spend a huge cost to help him solve the Insect Lord Demon infection problem, just for Yuan Zhixia’s sake.
Li Cheng pondered, then asked, “Can you use legal means to help transfer some cash to an Ordinary person’s account?”
Li Cheng recalled the bank card account number Uncle Zhao used to pay wages when he worked in the dessert shop, and gave it to Yuan Zhixia, “Just transfer a million over, I’ll convert it into Game Coins for you.”
Generally, large unknown funds transfers would be detected by the banking system.
However, with Yuan Zhixia’s computing skills and her status as an agent of the Special Affairs Bureau, these were not issues.
“One hundred Game Coins at the black market rate is roughly 1.25 million; this money will be transferred to this account legally and reasonably within two days.”
Without using paper or a pen, Yuan Zhixia remembered the account numbers, “Anything else?”
Li Cheng paused, “…Yang Ling, how is she doing?”