There were no obstacles to identity authentication.
Although it was technically a false identity, since it was entered directly into the National Household Registration System and backed by a series of official documents, this fake identity was even more real than the girl’s previous real one—the kind that even internal officials couldn’t find any issues with upon investigation.
“It’s kind of amazing, really.”
Staring at the brand new ID card in her hand, Jiang Yin was a little dazed.
“Is this my official identity from now on?”
“Orphan under the official Welfare Institute of a neighboring city, with me temporarily acting as guardian.”
Ning Rong repeated Jiang Yin’s new status.
“Remember your age and birthday. Try not to slip up.”
“Why come all the way to this Police Bureau? Wasn’t the one where you picked me up closer…?”
“You’re a Magical Girl now.”
Ning Rong didn’t elaborate further, but her tone carried a subtle, indescribable nuance.
Magical Girls were best off not mingling too much with ordinary people.
It wasn’t a written rule, but it was a well-known unspoken law within the Magical Girl circle.
“Well, I actually kind of liked Officer Li.”
The girl sounded a little regretful.
Her last thread connecting her to thirty years of past life had been severed.
It was a bit melancholic to think about.
But she quickly perked up again, curiosity overcoming her.
“So what about my previous identity?”
“It’s currently undergoing the Death Process. According to the leave reason you made up earlier, the cause of death is Acute Pneumonia. The paperwork will take some time… Do you want to go see?”
“See what?”
“Your ‘body.'”
Jiang Yin: “….”
Sometimes Ning Rong had a pretty twisted sense of humor.
Of course, the body couldn’t actually be Jiang Yin’s.
Most likely it was a Body Donor ‘borrowed’ from somewhere to cover her identity.
Thinking about being only thirty years old, Jiang Yin closed her eyes and silently mourned for that comrade for three seconds before reopening them.
“Are we going to my place now?”
“Is there anything I can’t see?”
Ning Rong was very understanding.
“I can wait outside for thirty minutes, but the final confirmation has to be done by me. It needs to be recorded in the archive.”
“It’s nothing, really…”
Jiang Yin scratched her head.
“The room might be a little messy. You probably don’t mind the boxers hanging on the balcony either, right?”
After all, she’d already bought underwear for her.
This kind of thing shouldn’t be a big deal.
“That’s actually a little unexpected. According to Profile Analysis of your past life, we thought you were a Second Dimension Otaku.”
“Otaku come in different types.”
“I don’t like collecting things. I mostly watch stuff online. The Online Police should have all the records. Want me to recommend a few Dojin to you?”
“…No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Wow! That’s a sudden and brutal attack!”
Looking at the little girl fuming with dissatisfaction, Ning Rong quietly sighed in her heart.
Having read all thirty years of Jiang Yin’s past records, she understood ‘him’ even better than Jiang Yin himself did.
Given his circumstances and personality, it was honestly no wonder he had remained a virgin—there were just some personality flaws.
Simply put, he just didn’t know how to talk to girls.
What kind of man would recommend Dojin to a woman he’d only just met?
Regardless of whether the other person accepted or not, there was no hope for further development.
If she rejected it, she’d tag you as socially clueless. If she accepted, that’s even worse—you’d instantly become just ‘one of the guys.’ No room for romance to grow.
“Come in.”
With practiced strength, Jiang Yin twisted the old, usually-stuck door lock open, then pulled the door of the rented apartment wide for Ning Rong.
“There’s not much to tidy up. Just don’t go near the bed. Everything else is fine to look at.”
“Interesting.”
Ning Rong surveyed the spartan apartment, curiosity in her gaze.
“I remember you lived here for almost six years. Didn’t buy anything extra?”
Not even a bookshelf.
Just a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a small fridge.
Nothing else.
You could tell someone lived here—the gas stove and exhaust fan saw frequent use—but there was no air conditioning, only a fan tucked in a corner.
The bathroom was basic; the toilet was a little dirty, and dust covered the floor.
“Because it’s a rental.”
Jiang Yin pulled a wallet decorated with a Dahe anime character from the back of the wardrobe, took out a thousand in cash, stuffed it into the pocket of her school uniform pants, and casually gathered a few personal belongings.
“This is just a place to live, not a home. Why waste energy decorating?”
“I’m saving up to buy a house.”
“Thirteen thousand, six hundred eighty-two yuan and sixty-five cents.”
“It’s seven thousand.”
The girl shook ten red bills, grinning with delight.
“So there are things even you couldn’t find.”
“No helping it. Cash is always the hardest to trace. We also had no way of knowing if you ever used this thousand.”
Ning Rong spread her hands.
“But this still isn’t enough for a house, right?”
“Not enough.”
Jiang Yin packed away her two adorable figures, a hug pillow won from a virtual streamer, and three gun-shaped lighters.
Her voice was calm.
“But you need a goal to live for, a fulcrum to support yourself.”
“If you don’t even have that, then what’s the point of working so hard?”
“You’re very optimistic.”
Ning Rong offered a fair assessment.
“Actually, people like you are high-priority subjects for the Bureau.”
“I know, hahaha. High-risk potential weirdo type. Perfectly normal.”
The girl laughed heartily, as if she’d long since gotten used to this kind of self-deprecating humor.
“If you were still a man, I might want to be your girlfriend.”
“Except for the smoking part.”
A little handsome, shabby fashion sense but clean, optimistic and humorous, no family burdens, not highly paid but knows how to save, cooks well, hasn’t gotten drunk in ages, no real bad habits except smoking.
Ning Rong had already thought that someone like this would be her type when looking over Jiang Yin’s files, and after meeting, she found it even more comfortable to be around him.
“But if I hadn’t turned into a girl, I’d never have had the chance to be friends with a beautiful woman like you.”
Jiang Yin sighed, as if he’d already accepted fate.
“In fact, in my daily life, the only person I interacted with who was even slightly female was a thirty-three-year-old cross-dressing uncle with a wife and daughter!”
Ning Rong: “…..”
Yeah, nothing you can do about that.
“Doesn’t matter anymore!”
Jiang Yin lifted the bedsheet, intending to wash it since it was dirty, and then…
“Gone?”
“Gone what?”
“Did someone come to my room before?”
“Investigators from the Bureau did come, but they wouldn’t touch anything except items with your DNA’s Biological Trace.”
“…Then it’s fine.”
“?”
Jiang Yin hadn’t blushed at the sight of a beautiful woman changing clothes or being held in a pervert’s embrace, but now her face turned red for real.
Because she realized her bedsheet and duvet cover had been changed.
DNA trace, it was said…