Chapter 503: Chapter 503

"Please, does my younger sister already know I’m Black Cocoon? What do I do now?" With this thought, Black Cocoon couldn’t help but sigh.

He shook his head and moved through the corridor between carriages 7 and 8.

At this moment, the Train Demon was still rumbling forward, with light and shadows flickering inside the carriage.

Black Cocoon stopped, stood at the entrance of carriage 8, and slowly lifted his gaze.

Through the glass door, he saw a solitary figure sitting in the carriage, a girl with a high ponytail wearing a blue and white school uniform.

At this moment, Su Zimai was drooping her head, silently looking at a black audio recorder in her palm, her face expressionless.

"I really didn’t expect this day would come for me."

Black Cocoon squinted his eyes, staring motionlessly at the audio recorder, finding his emotions mixed.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled when he used to record conversations with his big brother on a recorder to threaten their father.

The irony was that later he also fell because of a recorder.

If there were no audio evidence, even if Ke Qirui told Su Zimai a hundred times that "your brother is Black Cocoon," Su Zimai likely wouldn’t believe her words.

After all, in Tokyo, Su Zimai had completely determined: Black Cocoon had not a shred of connection to her brother.

And from her perspective, hearing such words from Ke Qirui would only make her feel as if she were joking.

But with this audio recorder, it was different; the evidence was irrefutable.

Thinking of this, Black Cocoon couldn’t help but lament, "Is this what they call things coming full circle, that heaven is watching what people do..."

He felt irritated, shook his head to clear his mind, and just stared at Su Zimai’s profile. Watching quietly for a moment, he finally steeled himself.

He raised his hand, placed it on the sliding door handle, pulled it to the right, stepped into carriage 8, and then used a restraint belt to close the door to carriage 8, to avoid being gossiped about by Ke Qirui and Lin Yilong;

especially Lin Yilong, he always felt like Lin Yilong would eavesdrop from behind the door.

In the dead silence, Black Cocoon stepped forward.

The light and slow footsteps echoed in the empty carriage, affected by the time tunnel, and the light from the ceiling flickered, casting an uncertain shadow on the high ponytail girl’s face.

Walking those few short steps, Black Cocoon felt as if he’d endured a century.

If during this time, Su Zimai suddenly looked up or suddenly spoke, to him, it would probably evoke a sense of horror as if a ghost suddenly jumped out in a horror movie.

Fortunately, Su Zimai remained very quiet.

She just kept her head down, quietly playing with the audio recorder, seemingly oblivious to anything else around her.

Black Cocoon finally reached the middle of the carriage and silently sat down across from Su Zimai. He crossed his legs, opened the book "My Little Sister Can’t Be This Cute," and quietly leafed through.

She didn’t speak, and neither did he.

They remained in this standoff, while the train’s engine noise washed over their thoughts like a tide, leaving them blank.

A moment later, Su Zimai finally spoke.

"The big fluttering moth, you’re here."

She kept her eyes downcast, not looking up at Black Cocoon.

"Yes, I’m here." Black Cocoon nodded, searching for a topic, "I’m a bit curious, why are you wearing a school uniform?"

"Last night the teacher suddenly sent a message, saying we needed to attend a ceremony at school this morning." She said, "So I had the team leader take me home, found my school uniform, and went to school for a bit; the ceremony has already concluded."

"I see." Black Cocoon nodded, "The school uniform suits you well, much better than a suit. You’re just a sixteen-year-old girl; there’s no need to pretend to be mature."

A long silence enveloped the carriage after he finished speaking.

Seeing Su Zimai completely ignoring him, Black Cocoon, while flipping through the pages, spoke earnestly:

"Alright, maybe I was being too polite, too flattering; perhaps you prefer a Black Cocoon who’s cavalier and irreverent over one who’s mature and respectful to women."

He paused, "Actually, what I meant earlier was... it’s better to wet a school uniform than a suit, as their production costs aren’t on the same scale."

Saying this seemed to cover his nervousness, and Black Cocoon started speaking erratically, his words firing like a machine gun:

"As for the Diaper Demon, diapers are the most important, clothing is secondary; for example, to the Diaper Demon, diapers are like the Knight’s belt, Ultraman Tiga’s Spark Lens, Black Cocoon’s restraint belt, Swallowing Silver’s little battery..."

Despite prattling on, Su Zimai seemed to completely ignore what he was saying.

The girl didn’t even retort his jabs, as she usually would, blushing.

She remained silent like a dummy, her head down, eyes fixed, unblinking, on the audio recorder.

Black Cocoon suddenly fell silent for a moment, then closed his book.

He said, "Forget it; actually, I just wanted to say... you look great in your school uniform. At school, whether it’s boys or girls, they’d be enchanted by you. At your age, you should be going to school, having a couple of romances, not out there fighting or plotting revenge for someone who can’t come back."

Su Zimai finally reacted. She looked up, emotionless, at Black Cocoon.

Then slowly bent down and dragged a not-too-heavy paper box from under the seat.

At that moment, flickering orange-yellow light spilled down, illuminating the box.

The seal of the box had already been torn open by someone with scissors, and now a cold, eerie breeze blew, causing the top flap of the box to open and close like a half-closed door in the wind.

It aroused irresistible curiosity: What magical things could be hidden inside?

But Black Cocoon had no desire to investigate and instead drew in a sharp breath, silently covering his eyes with a restraint belt.

Adhering to a mindset of "covering one’s ears to steal a bell," he raised a finger and said seriously and quietly:

"Now is, sleeping time."

He paused for a moment, "Honestly, for me to say straightforwardly, it’s nine o’clock local time in New York; don’t mind it’s still early morning over in Li Jing for you guys, but I should already be sleeping, good night, Miss Su." Follow current novels on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱

With those words, Black Cocoon leaned back and slept.

Su Zimai was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "A big flapping moth, I found this in my brother’s room when I returned home this morning."

She thought for a moment, "At that time, there was no one at home, and his room was not locked, so I went in to have a look."

Having said that, she reached out, silently opened the paper box, as if opening the door to a new world, revealing the scene inside, which was...

——A pile upon pile of Baby Bus brand baby diapers, mountains and seas of diapers, endless diapers.

Among them, there was a recording pen, a half-finished black-and-red mask, and a diary.

Black Cocoon sucked in a breath of cold air, slowly opened his eyes, and looked up at the box.

"Uh... which brother of yours is so enthusiastic about collecting diapers, couldn’t be Blue Arc, right?" He placed his hands on his hips, "I suppose Mr. Blue Arc will surely become a childcare expert in the future because from these diapers I can tell, he simply... loves children deeply."

Su Zimai stayed silent.

She reached out and pulled the recording pen from the sea of diapers and pressed it.

Along with a "beep——", a clear and natural recording rang in the silent train carriage:

"Mr. Gu Qiye, you were only thirteen at the time of the incident, right..."

"Since that day, you harbored resentment against those who, under the guise of justice, abuse their power: the ’Mutants’..."

"You want to gain enough reputation within the Mutants Association, relying on unparalleled performance to be recommended by the higher-ups, to enter the United Nations Organization ’Rainbow Wings,’ to find that Mutant who crushed your mother like an ant."

The recording abruptly stopped at this moment, and Su Zimai put the recording pen back into the box, then took out the diary from the diapers, flipping through to a specific page.

The diary showed a black trench coat and a mask drawn with a ballpoint pen — whether trench coat or mask, they all closely resembled the attire Black Cocoon was wearing at that moment.

Su Zimai lowered her head and flipped through a few more pages, only to find large sections of blank.

But on one particular page, there was suddenly content.

She lowered her eyes and saw a girl with a ponytail, draped in a red cloak, and wearing a magician’s hat.

Alongside was a slanted line of writing:

"This sister is really dumb, she’s about to go to London, how can I protect her? Even if I directly tell her there are Salvation Society people there, she wouldn’t listen, right?"

Su Zimai turned another page, and behind it was a drawing of a little girl sitting on a swing, crying loudly, with a little boy sitting on the swing beside her, patting her head.

Beside this pencil drawing was a small line of handwriting:

"Stay alive, stupid little sister."

Su Zimai looked at that line of words, then lowered her gaze onto the drawing in the diary.

She remembered how, when she was little and bullied by classmates, she cried and sat on the swing in the park alone after school.

On that evening, as the sunset fell off the horizon in one corner. The world turned dark, the night gradually enveloping everything.

In the park, the other kids had all been picked up by their families, leaving her alone on the swing, staring blankly, listening to the sounds of playing, fighting, all slowly fading away, leaving only the sound of cicadas.

Ultimately, only Gu Wenyu found her.

He was swinging, silent for a long time, quietly accompanying her.

At last, he suddenly reached out and touched her head, saying, "Good, don’t be sad, no matter where you are, your brother will find you."

Su Zimai stared at the little boy in the diary, remained silent for a while, then found her eyes had unexpectedly reddened.

Slowly, she closed the diary, quietly placing it back into the box, and then closed the box.

"Brother, do you still want to continue pretending?" she asked softly, raising her head, her slightly reddened eyes fixed intently on the dark red and black mask.

Black Cocoon also silently looked at her, not directly responding with words.

Instead, he raised his hand, pressed the lock at his ear. With a "click," the metal mask slowly started to loosen, no longer tightly covering his face and chin.

In that dead silence, he slowly took off the mask.