Mysteries On Marvel

"No, it's not my mom who's looking for you—it's me."

Eren paused, confused. Not Aunt Feng, but Nannan? What's going on?

As if sensing his confusion, Yuan Nan continued calmly, "Something has happened to my mom. I called you because I need your help to save her."

Hearing this, Eren's expression turned serious. He straightened up and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

Aunt Feng and Nannan were Uncle Yuan's only family left in this world. Yuan had helped Eren greatly when he first crossed over, even sacrificing his life in the process.

Now that Aunt Feng was in trouble, there was no way Eren could stand idly by.

"I made an agreement with my mom—no matter how busy she was, she'd always be home by 10 PM. It's already past 10, and I've called her multiple times, but no one is answering."

"She was supposed to be home by 6 PM today for dinner with me."

In just a few words, Yuan Nan conveyed key details.

Eren knew Aunt Feng well enough to be certain: even if an emergency at work required her to stay late, she wouldn't leave Nannan waiting alone without at least making a call.

"Do you know where she works?" Eren asked immediately.

"My mom didn't tell me directly, but I know where it is. Come to the apartment to pick me up, and I'll take you there."

Eren frowned. "That's a waste of time. Just tell me her workplace address, and I'll go straight there. The sooner we find her, the safer she'll be."

Eren didn't want to bring Nannan along—if Aunt Feng was really in trouble, having a child in tow would only complicate matters.

However, Yuan Nan was unexpectedly adamant. "No, I have to go."

"Why?"

"Because no one else can find where she is. And besides, I don't trust you. My mom is my only family—I need to save her myself."

"If you still have any respect for my late father, come to the apartment and pick me up."

Before Eren could respond, Yuan Nan hung up. When he tried calling back, her phone was already off.

"That kid!" Eren groaned, rubbing his temples.

Despite his frustration, he decided to head to Aunt Feng's apartment. He was worried that if he didn't pick up Nannan, she might try to search for her mother alone. If Eren found Aunt Feng only to lose Nannan in the process, it would be a disaster.

Eren grabbed the Eggshell Grenade and Stink Bomb from his earlier draw, stuffing them into his pockets. He also picked up the oversized M500 revolver before heading out.

At the Chinatown intersection, he flagged down a cab and instructed the driver to head to Aunt Feng's apartment.

When they arrived, Eren handed the driver $100 to ensure he waited.

As Eren stepped out, a petite girl in a white dress approached him briskly. Her delicate features bore a faint resemblance to Aunt Feng, making her identity unmistakable.

"Nannan?"

The girl nodded, then said curtly, "Let's go."

She opened the cab door and climbed into the back seat.

Eren sighed and followed. After Nannan gave the driver an address, the cab started moving again.

Turning to Nannan, Eren asked, "Do you really know where Aunt Feng is?"

On the way, Eren had attempted to divine Aunt Feng's location. Since becoming a Clown, his divination skills had significantly improved. Even without personal belongings, he could usually pinpoint someone's general whereabouts.

But when he tried to divine Aunt Feng, his efforts failed.

A mysterious force seemed to interfere, preventing him from finding her.

The failed divination made Eren realize the situation was far from simple.

What puzzled him even more was how Yuan Nan appeared so certain of her mother's location.

"Don't call me Nannan—I'm not a little kid. You can call me Metis. That's the name my mom gave me."

After correcting him, she explained, "My mom never told me her workplace, but I've seen the addresses on the receipts from her taxi rides home.

"Coupled with things she's mentioned on calls and the new work uniforms she's been wearing lately, it wasn't hard to piece together."

Eren's expression grew strange. Yuan Nan's explanation sounded straightforward, but who paid such close attention to these details—especially a seven- or eight-year-old girl?

Her sharp observations were far from ordinary.

Meanwhile, elsewhere...

In a massive building, Aunt Feng—dressed in a silk robe—lay on a luxurious bed. Her eyes fluttered as if in a half-dreaming, half-conscious state.

Her bare, smooth legs rubbed against the layered blankets, her delicate hands grasping at the air as if trying to hold onto something.

She struggled to open her eyes but couldn't. Her thoughts grew hazy, and her body felt unnaturally warm.

In her dreamlike state, Aunt Feng seemed to see a starry night sky filled with dazzling constellations.

Countless stars connected, forming a strange and intricate pattern.

(End of Chapter)

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