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"I just received another report about a creature that's hiding in the most bustling commercial street of our city, feeding on human fear and despair, and isn't exactly peaceful..."

"—A funny request from Little Spider."

"I look forward to our next collaboration, Mr. Gu Chuan."

After saying that, she hung up the phone without waiting for Gu Chuan's reply.

Gu Chuan listened to the phone, hearing the voice of "Ice Skirt" coming from his phone. [Liao Yinglingqi] It was a busy tone from Liu Leng. He slowly shook his head.

He looked out the window at the vast "steel forest" that appeared even more profound, mysterious, and filled with endless, unknown "prey" under the bright moonlight. A smile of excitement and anticipation, like that of a hunter, appeared on his face.

It seems that my leisurely "hunting game" in this city, full of "surprises" and "unexpected events," has only just begun, its small, "fun" prelude just starting.

The "Spider" of 217 Commercial Street and the New Hunter

Chapter 34: The "Spider" of the Commercial Street and the New Hunter

The next day.

When Gu Chuan slowly woke up from that huge, warm, soft bed filled with "family," a new day of leisurely "hunting games" filled with "surprises" and "unexpected events" had already quietly begun.

He hadn't even had a chance to taste the "heart-shaped fried egg" that the naive "otherworldly village girl" who was diligently learning how to be a "qualified maid" had successfully made for the first time under the gentle guidance of her "senior," Matou Sakura. Although its appearance was somewhat appalling, its taste was surprisingly not bad.

He then received a new "work briefing" from that cunning, beautiful "health teacher," who was full of "fox-like" shrewdness and was imbued with a sense of "urging."

"Good morning, Gu Chuan-jun."

On the other end of the phone came Yura Chitose's voice, always full of intellect and gentleness, seemingly with a hint of a smile, mature and pleasant.

"Teacher, we just received a new victim report about that not-so-well-behaved little spider we mentioned yesterday."

oh."

"A poor high school girl who just finished her final exams went home last night after shopping in the shopping district and fell into a severe, unexplained nightmare. She hasn't woken up yet."

"Her vital energy is rapidly draining away at an abnormal rate."

"If we don't find a way to rescue her from that nightmare web woven from fear..."

She paused, and her gentle tone, full of "concern," now revealed a hint of cold, emotionless indifference befitting a "mediator."

"—She will die."

……

Apartment living room.

Gu Chuan briefly explained the latest "information" he had just received from the "health teacher" to all the "family members" who had gathered around with curious expressions.

"—A commercial street? Spiders that feed on fear?"

Nami was the first to reveal herself, her expression filled with the rationality and solemnity of a "navigator."

"Hunting in a place with lots of people and surveillance is much more troublesome than assassinating someone in an abandoned warehouse."

“That’s right, that’s right!” Leone, unusually, put away her usual wild and unrestrained, carefree demeanor. Her sharp, feline eyes gleamed with the professional, calm light of a “hunter” at this moment.

"In that complex environment filled with ordinary people, if we accidentally expose our power, the resulting chaos would probably be even more difficult to manage than the trouble caused by that so-called little spider."

"—Therefore, this game needs a new batch of more professional players."

Gu Chuan looked at the group of "family members" in front of him, who, despite their different personalities, could all show their most professional and reliable side when it came to "serious matters," and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He slowly opened his mouth and announced the list of the new "hunting team".

"—Chelsey."

"Yes, Master~"

That cute, orange-haired girl, always with a lollipop in her mouth, full of playfulness and energy, raised her hand high.

"Your Gaia foundation is the perfect key for this infiltration and reconnaissance."

"—Nami, Leone."

"Ah."

"Leave it to me, Master!"

"You two are responsible for conducting peripheral observation and intelligence gathering. Nami, use your brilliant mind to analyze all abnormal phenomena."

"Leonai, use your beastly instincts to find all the prey hidden among the crowd."

"—As for me."

He paused, and a cold, absolute indifference, befitting a "king," flashed in his dark eyes.

"So, you're responsible for finding that filthy, oblivious spider's den at Lengni Temple..."

“Crush it, along with its disgusting spiderweb, filled with fear and despair.”

……

In the afternoon, on the city's busiest commercial street.

This is a paradise for young people.

Trendy shops brimming with fashionable flair, food courts exuding enticing aromas, and everywhere you look, groups of young men and women brimming with youthful energy... everything, under the warm sunshine, appears so peaceful and beautiful.

However, beneath this glamorous facade of "peace" and "beauty," lies a hidden, quietly spreading, and chilling reality—

Malice.

Gu Chuan and his group had already changed into the most ordinary and inconspicuous modern casual clothes, like a few inconspicuous drops of water, silently blending into the crowded, cheerful crowd.

"—Then, let's begin according to the plan."

Gu Chuan, in a voice that only they could hear, gave the order to begin the operation.

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Chelsea, like a highly professional "actor," instantly stepped into her "role."

She simply walked into a deserted corner.

A few seconds later, when she came out again, she had transformed from a vibrant and cute "orange-haired girl" into a seemingly introverted and ordinary "black-haired girl with glasses" wearing the uniform of a nearby high school.

She skillfully pulled a lemon-flavored lollipop from her pocket, put it in her mouth, and then leisurely walked into a bustling milk tea shop filled with girlish charm. Like an ordinary high school girl waiting for her best friend, she began to quietly gather fragmented "information" filled with "gossip" and "rumors" from the chattering girls around her, who were also wearing school uniforms.

Nami and Leone, like a pair of close "sisters," entered an open-air cafe with the best view in the center of the shopping street.

They ordered two expensive, bourgeois coffees, and then, like two leisurely ladies enjoying afternoon tea, chatted about trivial topics such as "the latest handbags" and "which shop has the best desserts," all while using their...

With a "professional" and keen eye, they observed the endless stream of people downstairs, a flow filled with all sorts of "information".

As for Gu Chuan...

He was like an ordinary, aimless, and bored teenager.

He did not go to any shop.

He simply moved unhurriedly through the crowded throng filled with laughter and chatter.

His supreme perception, belonging to the "Dominator," had already silently unfolded like an invisible, enormous "divine net" covering the entire commercial street.

He is searching.

Searching for that hidden beneath this vast, positive emotional energy filled with "peace" and "joy," that trace—extremely faint, yet filled with "malice," that discordant element—

The source of fear.

Time passed, second by second.

at last.

When he walked to a relatively secluded corner at the deepest part of the commercial street, his radar-like, precise perception finally caught a trace of something unusual!

That was a clothing store that looked extremely trendy and full of "dark gothic" style decor, but surprisingly, it was rather deserted.

On the surface, there is nothing strange about this shop.

However, in Gu Chuan's (goodness's) "divine vision," which is sufficient to perceive the essence of all things—

He can see it clearly!

Strands and wisps of invisible, dark, negative emotional energy, filled with fear and despair, flowed silently from every corner of the shopping street, like tiny, drawn-in streams, into the deepest part of that eerie clothing store, where rows of "No Entry" signs hung—into the pitch-black...

In the fitting room.

That's where that dirty "little spider" is—

"--nest".

Gu Chuan slowly stopped in his tracks.

He took out his phone and, in a calm, emotionless tone—as if announcing "Tonight's dinner is sorted"—gave his final command as "King" to his "hunters," who had been waiting for a long time.

"—Target locked>+ Also ⊙ Fins rise up like gulls,."

"The Hunting Game, Act Two..."

He looked at the clothing store, which, despite being bathed in warm sunlight, still exuded a cold, ominous, and eerie aura. A cold, cruel smile, like that of a hunter, appeared on his face.

"—Officially, let's begin."

218 The bait in the spider web

When Gu Chuan's cold, final command, filled with the air of a "king," resounded clearly in the ears of every "hunter" through a miniature, encrypted communication channel, a silent, highly professional, and top-level "hunt" officially began.

"--receive."

In the open-air café, Nami, with an elegant and "ladylike" demeanor, picked up the cup of expensive coffee in front of her, which had long since gone cold. Her orange eyes, always full of wisdom and cunning, were fixed on the huge, mirror-like floor-to-ceiling windows of a clothing store that, despite the warm sunlight, still exuded a cold, ominous aura, filled with a "dark gothic" style.

"—Hehe, finally, is it going to begin?" Leone stretched out a wild and lazy, alluring yawn. His eyes, sharp as a feline's, gleamed with the excited, bloodthirsty light that only a hunter would have when he saw his prey about to step into the trap.

And in that milk tea shop, which was full of girlish charm.

The seemingly introverted, ordinary "high school girl" who was disguised as a "black-haired girl with glasses" slowly put down the empty milk tea cup in her hand, which she had already finished drinking.

"—Then let me, the most perfect bait, try it out myself."

Chelsea, with a lemon-flavored, sweet and sour lollipop in her mouth, wore a perfect smile on her face—a smile that was professional, innocent, and seemingly oblivious to the impending danger.

"Try it out, see if that dirty little spider's web is strong enough."

She stood up, like an ordinary, happy high school girl who had just finished afternoon tea with her best friend, and slowly walked towards that mysterious clothing store filled with an eerie atmosphere, which, according to "information," was listed by countless girls as "absolutely something they would never want to go into alone," a store shrouded in "urban legends."

jingle--

Accompanied by a crisp, classically elegant doorbell ring.

Chelsea pushed open the heavy door, made of thick, black solid wood carved with eerie rose patterns.

A cold, icy aura, filled with an aura of decay and darkness, seemingly emanating from a medieval, ancient, vampire castle, instantly swept over me.

The lighting in the shop was very dim.

The heavy, deep purple velvet curtains completely shut out the warm, vibrant sunlight streaming in from outside the window.

The air was filled with a faint, pleasant, yet strangely eerie, and seemingly numbing scent of an unknown "incense."

A beautiful "gothic girl," dressed in a gorgeous, black lace dress in the Lolita style, who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, with an unnaturally pale complexion, and as delicate as a doll, sat quietly behind an old, classically elegant counter, holding a thick, black hardcover book that also exuded an air of mystery, and reading it quietly.

She didn't seem to feel the slightest surprise at the arrival of the "guest."

She didn't even raise her head.

She simply spoke casually in a cold, emotionless, ethereal voice, as if conversing with the air.

"—Welcome to Night Rose."

"The clothes in the store are fine, feel free to look around."

"but……"

She paused, and her eyes, hidden beneath long, black bangs, seemed to glance casually at the rows of dark, ominous-smelling "fitting rooms" at the deepest part of the shop, each with a "No Entry" sign.

"—It's best not to open those doors casually."

"Because, once it's opened..."

Her lips, which were always cold and devoid of any emotion, uncontrollably curved upwards at this moment, forming a sinister, eerie, and chilling arc.

"—But, it will be, eaten."