Soon, Merka found Maria and explained the situation, setting off towards the central city. But the challenge looming ahead for Turing was not going to be as easy as it was for Merka.
Standing at the door of room 666, Turing swallowed nervously. Pushing open the door of the small bungalow casually, she had not expected to be greeted by such a sight. The place was adorned with bright decorations, with reds and greens hanging everywhere. Colorful balloons clustered together for celebration, not only hanging from the walls and ceilings but also filling a corner of the room, creating a warm atmosphere.
Circular paper lanterns floated along the wall edges, shaped into lanterns, pagodas, and crosses, emanating countless festive vibes with their swaying. Not to mention the silent white cake and two black plates laid out on the table. Turing was dazzled by the scene; she had never seen such a party style before.
Various flower-like decorations adorned every corner, combining with others, they all seemed like party bees laden with joyous atmosphere, diligently stopping everywhere, exuding the fragrant and aromatic scents of blossoms.
Sitting lightly by the window across from Turing was a young man around twenty. The dense late winter sunlight filtering through his back made him appear like a semi-transparent glass figurine. The warm sunshine outlined his features, emanating his crystalline fragrance.
His face was delicate, with lips so pale it seemed like he was constantly pursing them, giving off an impression of sharpness typically associated with such a look. Yet his facial contours were remarkably soft, with a high nose bridge and delicate skin. Even his eyes were quite large, watery, and expressive.
There was a depth to his features, related to his personality, that was completely overshadowed by his intensely sunny and playful expression. People gazing upon his visage often found themselves unable to penetrate beyond the surface, perceiving him as a humorous and affectionate gentleman.
He slightly opened his eyes; due to the backlight, his left eye appeared blind, reflecting a hazy opaque dullness, while his right eye's iris was extremely peculiar, mysterious, and rare, bearing a pair of heterochromatic irises.
It was difficult to describe such a person; one would struggle to determine if he was beautiful or handsome, elegant or suave.
Clearly, he was the complete opposite of Merka; if Merka was somber and melancholic, he was cheerful and outgoing; if Merka was gentle and warm, he was passionate and fiery; if Merka was concerned for the people's wellbeing, compassionate towards the poor, he was devoted to his beloved, even unto death.
"So, as I said, he is a strange person."
"He used to be a male host. But before he could promote himself well, he got into trouble and ended up here."
Lulu still hadn't left; she stared with calm eyes behind Turing, expressionless as she gazed at everything in the room, as though she had anticipated such a situation long ago.
"Our doctor diagnosed him with post-traumatic stress disorder, the condition seems somewhat severe, to the point where it's affecting his daily life."
"What's wrong with him?"
Turing started to feel like she was having trouble understanding what Lulu was saying.
"Basically, he has some mild mental illness; you can just ignore him."
"Be careful around him, room 666."
Lulu leaned in close to Turing's ear and whispered a few words, then turned her back, waving her hand towards Turing.
"…Well, I have something to take care of at home. I'll be on my way."
"What's this all about…"
Watching Lulu walk away, Turing muttered to himself for a while before finally stepping into the room.
Sensing Turing's presence, the man with striking eyes raised his head slightly and gave Turing a bright smile.
【Damn it, this is really not the time for this.】
【Merka and I still have conflicts to resolve, and the band is still missing a member. It's been difficult to find the right person.】
【I promised to find the fourth musician right away…】
【Oh, that's right.】
【On second thought, if I really find the musician, wouldn't it symbolize Merka wanting to apologize to me?】
【Is that really okay…?】
"My dear young lady."
"What troubles you?"
As Turing stood at the doorway, lost in thought, the man from earlier had already approached her.
His voice was rich with the magnetism of a grown man but his tone was playful and alluring, like a mischievous elf playing music to entertain the girl before him.
