"Um, I still need to ask you, brother... do you happen to have awakened some rather filthy abilities?"
Ren Xingmei watched as four young girls with distinctive charms and styles laughed and browsed through the shopping mall, turning heads with at least a 50% rate—the other 50% were glued to their phones.
"What filthy awakening abilities?" Ren Suo retorted with confusion.
"Like hypnosis, time stop, sensory stimulation, puppetry, everybody's darling..."
Ren Suo gave his sister a meaningful glance, pondered for half a minute, and then said, "My old computer should have been formatted, partitioned, and left without a trace before I gave it to you... Is it the cabinet where I keep my manga? But I remember locking it!"
Ren Xingmei blinked: "What lock?"
"There's a lock on the cabinet of my computer desk."
"Nope." Ren Xingmei shook her head: "You're mistaken."
"Not, not there?" Ren Suo became bewildered: "I remember it was locked up tight last time I went home..."
