Biscuit's timely recovery with an excuse seemed to have salvaged the situation and restored her image. Seeing that Moses had no further reaction, she breathed a sigh of relief.
'I almost exposed my innermost thoughts...'
'No, no.'
'That sentence just now is definitely not my true thought!'
Biscuit vehemently denied in her mind.
'However, this young man…'
'Is he like me?'
Biscuit lowered her head, pretending to be shy and burying her face in her chest, thereby hiding any fleeting strangeness in her eyes.
The personalities of Manipulators were often capricious, skilled in lying, and adept at cleverly concealing their true intentions in most situations.
There is one more thing besides this.
Because they are good at lying and covering up, they were also good at detecting when others were lying or concealing their intentions.
Of course, although Nen could subtly influence and highlight the characteristics of Nen users, the correlation between personality and Nen types wasn't absolute.
However, at this moment, Biscuit can be sure of at least one thing.
Infatuation aside, she could sense that this young man, when facing someone as delicate and adorable as herself, was concealing something...
What is the motive? What are the reasons?
This is very interesting and adds an element of fun to the situation.
It is always fascinating to identify the potential moving luster inside by observing the raw stone.
Apart from hunting the extraordinarily beautiful gems, there seems to be one more thing that can satisfy her.
With her head buried in her chest, Biscuit revealed a dangerous smile in her heart.
"Big brother, can you… can you accompany me a little longer?"
She lowered her head, appearing pitiful.
"Sorry, little sister."
Moses apologized: "I suddenly remembered there's something I need to attend to, so..."
"Ah."
Biscuit let out a disappointed sound, then slowly lifted her head, eyes teary, looking at Moses, with a hint of crying in her voice, she asked: "Is it something very important?"
"Kind of."
Moses glanced at Biscuit's superb performance. Affected by it, his face became more apologetic and he explained, "I came on a connecting flight, so my arrival time will be at least twelve hours later than originally planned. But during the connecting flight just now, I was in such a hurry, and forgot to inform my family in advance. To avoid worrying them, I need to make a call. Well, I don't have a phone, but there should be a public phone on the airship."
"Big brother, I know where there's a public phone!"
Biscuit listened briefly to Moses's explanation and then promptly suggested.
'With this, there's a legitimate reason to follow him closely.'
Moses pretended to think for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay, that way, I won't need to ask the staff."
"Mm-hmm."
Biscuit nodded happily.
"Big brother, follow me."
With the temperament of a little girl, she bounced towards the door cheerfully.
Moses followed, and could only hope that the next call would be enough to rid him of Biscuit's attention.
Of course, the premise is that Lisha can answer his call at this late hour.
If not, he could only endure under Biscuit's acting until daylight before making a call again…
Soon, Biscuit led Moses to a corridor. An oil painting hung on the wall at the end of the corridor, and next to it is a coin-operated public phone.
"There it is."
Biscuit pointed to the public phone.
"Yeah, I see it."
Moses walked over.
Under Biscuit's gaze, he inserted some coins, picked up the phone, but instead of dialing Lisha's number directly, he dialed the number for the fake ID.
At that time, he saw the small advertisement clearly stated that services were only provided from 1 p.m. to midnight.
This meant that -
During the long waiting tone, the call went unanswered as expected.
Waiting patiently for the communication to automatically disconnect, Moses pretended to mutter to himself: " No answer, well, it's already so late now, Cheadle should be asleep. Let's call Aunt Lisha to check."
After intentionally revealing some information, Moses dialed Lisha's number while once again holding the phone close to his ear.
However, such an action probably couldn't escape the notice of a Pro Hunter who was obviously trying to eavesdrop.
Beside him, Biscuit quietly watched Moses making the call.
'Cheadle?'
Upon hearing this name, the image of Zodiacs' member, Cheadle Yorkshire, flashed through Biscuit's mind.
However, there are many people with the same name in this world, so Biscuit naturally wouldn't directly connect the Cheadle mentioned by Moses with the Cheadle she knows.
It's just because of the same name, that when she heard this name, she naturally thought of Cheadle.
On the other hand, the name Lisha seemed to ring a bell.
"Beep, beep…"
Moses did not look at Biscuit. Stood by the public phone, he attentively listened to the long waiting tone coming from the phone.
After about twenty seconds, the call finally connected.
"Is it Aunt Lisha?"
The moment the call was connected, Moses preemptively spoke.
"…"
On the other end of the phone, there was a brief silence for two seconds, and then, a lazy female voice, not answering the question, said:
"I like high-intensity work and also enjoy sleeping all day on rare days off. If I can finish my work ahead of time, I'll go to the square to feed pigeons or sit in a street cafe for the whole afternoon."
"If time permits, I will go shopping to buy clothes or go to the cinema to watch a love-themed movie that has been recently released. Unfortunately..."
"Due to the heavy workload on weekdays, such opportunities are actually not many. Also, staying up late is a common occurrence, and I often pulled all-nighters. My young body's capital is being squandered like this, but for the job I love, there is nothing I can do about it."
"Because I often stay up late, my dark circles are so heavy that even concealer can't help. And because I don't pay usually pay attention to skincare, it's challenging to meet the standards of a 20-year-old in terms of appearance. But in terms of figure... the chest development is on the horizontal line, and there is no fat on the lower abdomen. My hips are round and my legs are long. Judging from the standards of a 20-year-old, I think there is no problem at all."
"In summary-"
At this point, the lazy female voice paused.
Meanwhile, Moses fell into a deadly silence while holding the phone, much like waiting for the opposing defense lawyer to present arguments in a courtroom. Until then, he could only remain silent.
Biscuit, who was eavesdropping on the side, was also a little confused.
'What kind of situation was this, narrating herself instead of answering?!'
Also at this moment —
On the other end of the phone, Lisha, with a gentle tone, continued: "What I want to express is that my 20th birthday is in 2 months and 7 days. Now, I suggest you reorganize your language."
"Sister Lisha."
Moses, being tactful, heeded Lisha's suggestion and changed the way he addresses her, from 'aunt' to 'sister'.
'Perhaps, this is the world of Pro Hunters.'