“Chen, did you finish taming Snow White?”
“Snow White? You named it Snow White?” Chen Zhao turned to look at the albino puma.
“What, is it not pretty?”
“No, it’s a great name.”
It wasn’t his name. Whoever wanted to be called Snow White could use that name.
But if they have kids in the future, he definitely wouldn’t let Fali name them.
No way.
Otherwise, their kids would hate them for life.
“Snow White, come here.”
Snow White had a blank expression. Who?
“Samuel, tell it that its name is Snow White.”
Meow, meow.
Snow White walked over slowly and tried to lick Chen Zhao.
Its tongue was covered in bristles. Most cats had this kind of coating on their tongues.
It wouldn’t hurt Chen Zhao, but he was afraid it would hurt Fali.
“Fali, don’t let it lick you. Otherwise, it’ll scratch your skin.”
Hugging Snow White’s neck, she looked at its eyes. “It looks like an albino breed.”
“What do you mean?”
“Albinism and albinos are different,” Fali said.
Albino was a recessive inherited disease.
The body lacked tyrosinase, while that was the main ingredient for synthesizing melanin.
The patient’s main characteristic was expressed in skin, hair, and irises.
On the other hand, albinism was also an inherited disease and its genes were very common. Around one in 70 people had the genes while the ratio for expression was 1:17000.
You could usually distinguish between the two from the eyes.
Snow White was an albino. Its eyes were red. Because its irises lacked melanin, the color was very light.
Albinos were very afraid of sunlight and couldn’t be under it for long periods because their bodies lacked the protection of melanin. The sunlight could damage their bodies and eyes.
Snow White and Princess seemed to match well. Unfortunately, they were different species and of the same sex.
“It’s so soft.” Fali was petting Snow White.
It didn’t actually feel that great. It was just because it was new.
When Princess had just arrived, she’d also been spoiled.
But the feeling faded as time passed.
But because they were so familiar, like with people, they became more casual with each other.
They wouldn’t hug Princess and say things like, “you’re so nice” or “you’re the best.”
Princess was like their family.
Now, Fali was curious about Snow White. After they became familiar, it would probably be like with Princess.
Fali played with Snow White while Chen Zhao sat outside, studying the plan that West had sent.
The plan was very simple. They would take advantage of Jolag’s magic bombs.
It could cause largescale destruction in an instant. Even spirits wouldn’t be able to avoid danger.
In addition, there was a magic flamethrower. The fuel contained magical phosphor and was also effective against spirits.
But someone had to enter Mapleville first and lure the evil spirits out into the trap.
The person who went to lure them would clearly be in danger.
Chen Zhao wasn’t afraid, but he wasn’t willing to go.
He was the president. Why did he have to do this stuff?
If he accepted this mission directly, he would be a pure idiot.
Of course, the plan overall was quite reliable.
“Oh, is Laurent not here today?”
“He went to drink with an old friend.”
Without a doubt, he’d gone to find Asand.
…
“Old thing, again.”
Laurent and Asand were at a small pier, completely drunk.
They were surrounded by cans. No one knew how much they’d drunk.
Gazing at the sunset on the horizon and the beautiful flaming clouds could fill people with fantasies.
“Oh, if only those other guys were still alive,” Asand said, sighing.
“Asand, do you know about Pamela?”
“Pamela? After she quit, I only know that she got married a decade ago and then we lost contact.”
“So, do you know that she died?”
“Died? How is that possible? She’s even younger than you!”
“She got some disease,” Laurent mumbled.
Asand sat in his wheelchair and didn’t speak for a long time.
“Would you believe me if I said I saw Pamela’s spirit a few days ago?”
“Cut the crap.”
“It’s true,” Laurent said. “I went to where she lived before she died. Technically, she contacted me first. Don’t ask why a ghost called me.”
“Where did she live?”
“I think it’s called Mapleville, but that place is kind of scary.”
“F*ck, I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“How about we go now?” Laurent asked. “We might be able to see her.”
“I’ll go if you dare to go.”
“Then let’s go. It doesn’t seem far from here.”
Laurent pushed Asand’s wheelchair toward Mapleville.
When they reached there, Laurent gulped. The cold wind along the way had woken up his senses. “It’s here. Do you dare go in?”
“F*ck, I haven’t lived in a lot of places these years, but I did live in these abandoned slum places. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Asand’s voice was very loud. He wasn’t shrinking back at all.
“There really are ghosts inside.”
“Old thing, it’s only been a few years and you’re such a scaredy-cat now. If you’re scared, then f*ck off. I’ll go in by myself. I’m going to find Pamela—if I can really meet her.”
“Who’s afraid? Not me.”
Laurent had actually met Pamela before, so he was a little afraid.
But he had to go, no matter how afraid he was.
Otherwise, Asand would never let him forget it.
Anyway, it was Pamela. She wouldn’t hurt them.
By now, the sky had started darkening.
The neighborhood didn’t feel comfortable at all.
“How come we’re still not at Pamela’s house?”
“What, you’re scared? If you’re scared, then I’ll push you out.”
“Who’s afraid?” Asand yelled loudly. “You think I’m like you?”
“It’s the one up front,” Laurent said, pointing at the white house in the distance.
When they got there, Laurent went up and knocked on the door.
“Pamela, are you here? Asand and I are here to see you.”
The house was dark and Laurent felt shivers when looking in.
“Laurent, push me in. It’s cold outside.”
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