"Everything Bu'ou did was to protect Sufang City," Luo Bozi said in a rare serious tone. "Fifty-three years ago, the culprit for the collapse of nearly half of Sufang City was not only the Biluo Organization, but the Twenty-Eight Mansions who could not distinguish right from wrong were also responsible."
Yuan Zhao was the first to choke up: "After Bu Ou finally recovered, we still shouted and shouted for his death..."
Everyone thought back to what they had done recently and fell silent.
[You were the one who put the information about Bo Ou into the Heavenly Palace, right? I remember that you mixed in a few forged documents that you had prepared long ago when exchanging the spoils.]
Cat Toy praised him cheerfully.
[As expected of you, this is how it should be! Ragdoll Cat has done so much for the Twenty-Eight Mansions, it is too unfair for him to be locked up in the prison room!]
Ionization: “…”
This really wasn't his doing.
It's not that he didn't want to do it, but he was worried about exposing his identity. He never looked for the information recorded by the Biluo Organization fifty-three years ago. He just vaguely heard that these old materials were sealed in the deepest part of the Heavenly Palace. He didn't know how Kong Xiuwen and others found them.
Shaking his head helplessly, he denied Cat Toy's guess, thought for a moment, and then slowly added, "The fake information I mixed in actually records another thing."
...
...
After all, even if he believed the cat toy, he couldn't restore the exact facts of the time from the few words it said about what happened fifty-three years ago. He couldn't just add a stupid sentence like "Ragdoll Cat is a good cat" on a blank piece of paper.
Instead of putting conclusions that are difficult to distinguish between true and false in front of the Twenty-Eight Mansions to make them more vigilant, Li Hua felt that it would be better to state some facts that are easier to verify.
Cat Toy was immediately curious and was about to ask him what he had written, when he saw Luo Bozi pull out a piece of paper from his arms, slap it on the table, and said solemnly: "In fact, the mistake we made was not just the one fifty-three years ago."
Everyone gathered around and looked down at the page.
Although it was translated by the East Palace team, many of the language and customs of the Hell language were still preserved, making the long paragraph of text on the paper particularly difficult to read. Almost everyone tacitly ignored the lengthy inspection and observation records on it, and looked carefully at the last line of bright handwriting.
"It is certain that after the resurrection, Bu'ou has lost his ability to fight and has become a useless cat with a beautiful appearance. We suggest that we take measures to capture him immediately and obtain the fragment of the Cat God in his body."
The laboratory was once again so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
So in that battle against the Cat God Cult, it was Bu'ou, a cat who had lost his fighting power and had just awakened from more than fifty years of long torture, who risked his life to lay the foundation for their victory, so that at that time only the Nangong team was stationed in the Twenty-Eight Mansions and no one was injured.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. For a moment, they were shocked and speechless, and felt sour and guilty. They didn't know what to say.
Among so many people present, the only one who had no feelings at all was a cold-hearted cat. He stood silently at the edge with his arms folded, while in his mind, he was commenting with Cat Toy on the translation skills of his colleagues in the East Palace.
"I learn much faster than them," the tabby cat said, proudly wagging its tail. "Look how fluent my report is! If it were in a Chinese composition, it would get at least 50 points!"
Cat Toy rolled his eyes.
Li Hua had him as a professional teacher, and after joining the Biluo organization, he was urgently trained by Zhang San and others. After such a long period of study and daily communication, he even knew a lot of the slang in hell. Except for learning a little from Daju in the beginning, the Donggong team had to guess and practice according to the complicated documents written by the puppets. It is reasonable that there is a difference in their learning progress.
Considering that Li Hua had indeed put in a lot of hard work to learn the hell literature, he did not argue with Li Hua about this matter, but instead complained about it from a different angle.
[Why did you even add a sentence about Ragdoll cats being pretty when you forged the documents of the Biluo Organization? This is too narcissistic!]
"Because Ragdoll cats are very beautiful," Li Hua said as a matter of course, "How could anyone who has seen Ragdoll cats in human form not be obsessed with their appearance?"
[……]
Cat Toy thought what he said made sense and was suddenly at a loss for words.
The tabby cat was daydreaming, sabotaging the cat toy in his mind. Meanwhile, Luo Bozi had finished his review of his actions and sent Yuan Zhao and Xigong medical teams to the confinement room to transfer the ragdoll cat to a quiet single lounge for emergency treatment.
After all, the night patrol could not be delayed. After briefly arranging the tasks, the meeting ended quickly and everyone dispersed with heavy hearts.
Li Hua looked around and rubbed his nose. After being banned from night patrol, he felt free and simply walked towards the hall to see if the grape-flavored cookies on the dessert shelf were restocked.
As for Bu Ou's shell, since the Twenty-Eight Mansions would definitely treat him well, he did not put his mental power back. He planned to wait for a few days for him to "wake up with difficulty" under the care of the medical team, in case the Twenty-Eight Mansions, who had just let down their guard, became suspicious of him again.
Unexpectedly, early the next morning, Luo Bozi came to the house in person and asked Daju to check on the ragdoll cat's injuries.
Kong Xiuwen lowered his eyes and looked at Daju. Although he also felt a little guilty towards Bu Ou, he had no intention of intervening. Instead, he repeated the whole story and waited quietly for his decision.
Daju scratched his ears, smiled with two cute dimples, and followed Luo Bozi out of the lounge: "No problem, I'll go now."
Luo Bozi breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the little orange cat's head, and promised solemnly: "I owe you a favor - um, cat favor? Anyway, just tell me what you want. As long as it's not as difficult as picking the stars or the moon, I should be able to do it."
Daju's eyes lit up slightly. He leaped forward, grabbed Luo Bozi's neck with both hands, climbed onto his back as nimbly as a cat, and asked in a low voice, "Can you ask Mr. Kong to stop restricting me from eating snacks?"
Luo Bozi: "..."
Luo Bozi: "Or you still want the moon."
Daju jumped back to the ground with a grin.
Of course, he didn't really want Luo Bozi to control Kong Xiuwen. After a long period of competition between masters, hiding snacks and finding snacks had become a tacit game between the two of them. Successfully hiding a piece of candy for three days under Kong Xiuwen's supervision would make Daju so happy that he would jump high on the spot. The reason why he proposed this condition to Luo Bozi was just to joke with him.
However, Luo Bozi didn't know that in his opinion, it was normal for a child as young as Daju to like snacks, not to mention that Daju's true form was an orange cat. So he hesitated for a long time, made up his mind, and looked at Daju: "There are a lot of delicious food in my office, Lihua always comes to eat potato chips - but his taste is a bit strange, he likes grape-flavored potato chips - if you have time, you can come often to play, not only potato chips, but also spicy strips, gummy candies, cola -"
Before he could finish his words, Kong Xiuwen, who had changed into combat uniform, pushed the door open and walked out, looking at Luo Bozi dimly, as if he was looking at a strange uncle who had kidnapped his own good child.
Luo Bozi laughed awkwardly. It was rare for his subordinate to be in such a wrong position. He quickly shut up, picked up Daju and teleported to the door of the medical room.
"Team Nishimiya has been researching this whole night, but they still can't find a cure for Bo'ou's condition," he returned to the point, his face turned serious, and he walked into the medical room and put Daju on the ground. His attitude towards him was no longer that of a cute friend and child, but of a healing superpower worthy of respect. "He should have suffered mental damage, and his soul power is already very weak. He may lose his life at any time."
Daju nodded in mock surprise.
"Bu'ou must have been attacked by a psychic superpower."
The captain of the Nishimiya team, who was standing beside Bu Ou's bed, spoke softly, with pain that was difficult to hide in his tone.
"Generally speaking, there are two kinds of sequelae of mental attacks: confusion of mind or damage to memory, but Bu Ou does not fall into either of these states."
"I speculate that although his strength was eroded by time during the long seal, his soul is still pure, so his mental strength is very high and he is more resistant to mental attacks, so he was not controlled by the Biluo organization and turned into a puppet."
"But one of the abilities that psychic powers often possess is to mobilize the negative emotions of the person being attacked. As for Bu'ou, the seal and the subsequent misunderstanding and rejection must have caused him great harm, which is why he was trapped in so many negative emotions and unable to break free, and his mental strength was also deeply trapped in it."
Another member of the Nishimiya team stood beside the captain. Seeing the captain choking up when he was emotional, he added in a deep voice: "We have performed several physical examinations on Bu Ou and have not experienced any backlash from his mental power. This shows that his mental power is not aggressive to the outside world."
"Not aggressive toward others?" Daju tilted his head, a little confused, and asked, "What does this mean? Aren't only psychic superpowers able to use their mental power to directly attack others?"
This time it was Luo Bozi who spoke up and answered his questions.
"Not aggressive towards others means that all of Bo'ou's negative emotions are directed at himself," the man who always smiles has tears in his eyes. "This gentle cat, once a compassionate demigod, has never directed his anger and doubts at anyone other than himself, even though he fell into the abyss due to the shortsightedness and prejudice of others."
Daju: “…”
How come he didn't know when he became so great?
And what about the setting that he was once a demigod? Why did Luo Bozi say it so naturally, as if it was an established fact?
He was full of complaints, but due to his status, he couldn't say a word. He could only say a perfunctory sentence with a wooden face: "The Biluo Organization is really crazy."
"This is also our fault," the captain of the Nishimiya team calmed down, raised her head, and turned into a decisive and sassy woman again. "When Lihua was attacked by a mental attack before, your healing magic worked very well. Although Bu'ou's situation is not very similar to Lihua's, after all, there are problems with the soul. The healing magic may also be effective on him."
Daju hummed, rubbed his paws, and decided to let the ragdoll cat wake up early.
He had only been lying there for a day, and his identity had changed from a scheming prisoner to a poor little thing misunderstood and then to a former demigod who fell to the earth with the world in his heart. Who knew how many more strange settings people would come up with if he lay there any longer.
In short, he was considering the overall situation, not just wanting to have a happy time with the ragdoll cat! Definitely not meow!
The author has something to say:
First of all, I want to apologize to everyone. I had a fever in the early morning yesterday. After taking the antipyretic medicine, the fever kept coming back. I was not in a good mood. I didn't update and forgot to post the leave note. I feel a little better today, so I will quickly write and update. After the cold is cured, I will try my best to update more to make up for the updates I owed in the past few days.
The temperature has dropped suddenly recently, so everyone should keep warm. Don’t jump rope in the playground without a coat in the middle of the night (...), otherwise you will be like the stupid author, whose body temperature is still over 38 degrees for two days.
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