Chapter 12: Nen, What is This Thing...

Late at night:

　　Monica woke up and found herself lying on a single bed.

　　She straightened up with a dazed look on her face.

　　All the events of last night flashed through her head like a slideshow.

　　The murderous demon who attacked her and her companions for no reason, the desperate run through the mountains, the light in the distance, and finally...

　　The calm and collected young man, and the dead body that was in a miserable state.

　　As the images in her mind flashed back and forth, fear quietly emerged and turned into trauma that lurked over Monica's heart.

　　Even if she had escaped with her life -

　　The trauma that followed would be rooted in her heart forever, and would stay with her for the rest of her life.

　　The room was quiet.

　　A wall lamp hung on the wall not far from the bed, filling the room with soft, yellow light.

　　In the silence, Monica slowly broke out of this emotional state and then tried to calm herself down.

　　At this moment, perhaps there should have been sadness and anger, but more importantly, there should have been the joy of getting rid of the life and death crisis.

　　"This is..."

　　After trying to adjust her mood, Monica had the presence of mind to take stock of her surroundings.

　　She was in a room covering an area of about 20 square feet, with furnishings such as a closet and table furniture, other than that, there were no conspicuous furnishings.

　　Her first impression of the whole room was that it was simple and clean.

　　The place that attracted Monica's attention the most was the bookshelves next to the desk, by the window.

　　The bookshelves were full of books, as the room owner seemed to have deliberately classified these books, using the color of the book cover to determine its location.

　　The unified and orderly colors looked like a solved Rubik's cube, very pleasing to the eye.

　　Monica stared at the bookshelf.

　　This should have been that teenager's room.

　　"I... eh?"

　　Monica suddenly noticed something and lifted her arm across her eyes.

　　Her arm, which had been originally full of scratches, had now been properly treated and handled.

　　This was clearly the work of that teenager.

　　Monica was stunned.

　　Thinking that she was scared unconscious by her lifesaver, Monica felt a little embarrassed.

　　"Creak…"

　　The wooden room's door was suddenly pushed open.

　　Mo Yu walked into the room and saw Monica sitting up with a glance.

　　"You're awake."

　　"Thank you for saving me..."

　　Monica looked towards Mo Yu as she heard his voice, her own voice hoarse and her face full of gratitude.

　　If it wasn't for this teenager in front of her rescuing her from the mire of life and death, then she would have definitely died at the hands of that demon, just like her companions.

　　"No need to be so polite, after all, thanks to you, I was able to get something of some importance."

　　Mo Yu walked to the chair in front of the desk and slowly sat down.

　　'He got... something important?'

　　Monica froze for a moment, blissfully unaware of what Mo Yu meant by this statement.

　　Mo Yu did not care about Monica's reaction, much less take the initiative to explain, and suddenly took out a very expensive looking cell phone from his pocket.

　　This was certainly not his phone, but the one he had retrieved from the other party's clothes pocket when Monica was unconscious.

　　"Your cell phone."

　　Mo Yu controlled the force and threw the phone at Monica, who caught it out of reflex.

　　Seeing the other party catch the phone, Moyo continued, "After you passed out, I borrowed your phone without permission, you don't mind, right?"

　　"I, I definitely don't mind..."

　　Monica held the phone tightly, a little nervous to show her attitude towards the matter of Mo Yu "borrowing" her phone.

　　Then, she naturally thought that this dilapidated monastery built in the mountains might not be equipped with modern communication equipment, so this teenager in front of her had taken the phone.

It was very likely that this young man took the phone in order to call the police.

　　But, in fact, although Mo Yu did not have a cell phone, there was a landline installed in the monastery.

　　And Mo Yu took Monica's cell phone, on the one hand, to check the identity of the man outside, and on the other hand, to confirm whether Monica had called the police.

　　Monica did not know this yet and she looked at the teenager sitting casually in the chair and said softly, "You... uh, I don't know your name yet..."

　　"Mo Yu."

　　Mo Yu sniffed and casually replied with his name, then calmly said.

　　"From the time you called the police to now, about five hours have passed, although it is not clear how long it will take for the police to arrive, they should be here soon, you can just wait here, at ease, for the police to come."

　　"Huh?"

　　Monica was a little confused.

　　Seeing Monica's reaction, Mo Yu explained, "I looked through your phone records and so knew that you had called the police."

　　'So that's how it is.'

　　Monica suddenly understood.

　　Her response was quick, immediately considering that the corpse outside might bring trouble to Moyu. She took a deep breath and stated her position:

　　"When the police come, I will explain the situation as a witness on your behalf. I won't cause you any trouble no matter what."

　　After escaping from danger and calming down, this woman showed a completely different demeanor from before.

　　Mo Yu looked at Monica with surprise and shook his head, "There's no need for that anymore."

　　"Hmm?"

　　Monica smiled, her pupils shrank slightly, and in a moment, her mind envisioned the act of Mo Yu disposing of the corpse during her sleep.

　　This was enough to show that Mo Yu was the type that hated trouble.

　　Originally, she had planned to offset Mo Yu's obligation of needing to cooperate with the investigation by means of a 'large donation', but now it seemed that...

　　"I understand."

　　Monica forced her composure and said, "When the police come, I will deal with them on the grounds that the perpetrator has escaped."

　　"..."

　　Mo Yu looked at Monica in silence, understanding that the other party probably thought he had disposed of the body.

　　However, the way Monica spoke and acted now was somewhat unexpected to him. Compared to his initial impression of her, he felt like she was two different people.

　　"The same as before, there's no need. Also, the corpse is still outside."

　　Mo Yu shook his head and clearly rejected Monica's proposal.

　　His answer, instead, was to make Monica a little puzzled.

　　Mo Yu slightly adjusted his sitting posture and said in a calm tone, "Among existing medical conditions, there is a condition called 'psychopathy.' The guy outside is probably a typical psychopath."

　　"Hmm?! I haven't heard of such medical cases..."

　　Monica's eyes widened in surprise.

　　"Simply put, they are people who ignore legal constraints, are addicted to killing, and disregard the value of life, like beasts."

　　Mo Yu's eyes were downcast.

　　Actually, there was one phenomenon that he didn't explain.

　　The "idea" of such a thing...

　　When using nen to gain extraordinary powers, there was also the possibility of silently transforming and amplifying the existing good or evil within a person's nature, as well as more clearly highlighting various strengths and weaknesses in their personality.

　　In fact, Mo Yu also vaguely felt certain changes in himself after awakening nen.

　　But he didn't think it was a bad thing.

　　Yet, a psychopath who awakened nen was simply the most tricky and troublesome existence for all of society.

　　"It only takes a little thought to understand how a wanton brute like this could have a normal identity, so I've used your phone to look up information on wanted criminals, and it took a while to narrow it down."

　　"That means..."

　　Monica understood somewhat.

　　"That's right."

　　Mo Yu nodded calmly and said, "The guy outside is a wanted criminal. When the police come, they will only... Hmm?"

　　Halfway through his sentence, he abruptly stopped.

　　Mo Yu's gaze changed slightly and he quickly picked up a pencil from his desk and threw it with a wave of his hand.

　　Swish--

　　The pencil cut through the air and hit the wall light switch.

　　There was a snap.

　　The room was instantly plunged into darkness.

　　"Someone's here, not the police, stay quiet."

　　Afterwards, with the shortest amount of words possible, Mo Yu stopped Monica from expressing the doubts that were about to be voiced.