Chapter 266 "Are you planning to start a group?"
The entire room fell silent.
All eyes—angry, paranoid, and bewildered—were drawn to the giant screen that suddenly lit up.
A 10-year-old boy, still wearing an Ultraman hoodie, stood in a corner of the mourning site, yet sported a glaring smile that clashed horribly with the atmosphere. The curve of his lips was cold and cruel, and the light in his eyes was far from childlike; instead, it was filled with a smug, contemptuous look down on ants, and an undisguised, bone-chilling disdain.
That expression, frozen in the magnified high-definition image, was as ferocious as a mask from hell.
This is absolutely, absolutely, impossible for a 10-year-old child who has just lost both parents to have such a look in their eyes!
The entire room fell silent.
All the arguments, questioning, and weeping froze in that instant. It was as if an invisible hand had gripped everyone's throats. The air was so heavy it felt like it could be wrung out of water. A desperate sorrow intertwined with a deeper, more profound fear that seeped into everyone's bones, spreading across their faces. Those smiles were like a red-hot iron, branding their retinas.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence, a woman suddenly jumped up and slapped the man next to her hard across the face! The force was so great that his glasses flew off, arcing through the air before crashing to the ground with a clear, audible cracking sound as the lenses shattered!
"You beast!!!" The woman's voice was a hoarse scream, "No wonder you wouldn't let me participate in the later parts, did you already know?! Did you already know that this wasn't my daughter at all!"
Every time I say the child has changed, you say no, and you even say I'm crazy!
You're the crazy one! You're the crazy one!
The man looked up, his eyes bloodshot, but he still roared back, his voice trembling with fear: "You crazy woman! You believe everything they say! I'm just asking you, isn't our daughter better than that shameful old one? Why do you care so much!"
"Bullshit! Tell me, where did you take my daughter?!"
"Where is my daughter?!?" The woman went completely mad. Like a trapped beast that had lost its mind, she let out a shrill, distorted scream, and hysterically lunged at her husband, grabbing at his face and neck with both hands. "Where have you taken my daughter! Give her back to me! Give her back to me—!!"
As they were talking, the two started fighting, but were quickly separated by the staff inside.
Qin Yuechuan stood at the door of the conference room, looking at the chaotic scene inside, feeling a mix of emotions, and sighed.
He had read the information and knew the couple's identities.
One is a history teacher at Q University, and the other is a librarian at Q University.
When he got to this point, he understood why Zhang Mo had gotten involved in this matter...
From some perspectives, Qin Yuechuan can actually understand the mindset of these parents.
One couple here has given birth to three sick children in a row.
It seems to be due to genetic issues that their children always have various problems.
Her first child died from a fever before he was even a month old.
The second child had severe cerebral palsy and couldn't even master basic skills like chewing. On his first day of kindergarten, he choked to death on a small steamed bun.
The third child also has intellectual disabilities, is unable to communicate, and is unable to take care of himself.
After being "reborn," the child is now in elementary school, excelling in both character and academics, lively and cheerful, and has just won first prize in a math competition.
"You say this isn't my original child, but what did my original child look like?"
I don't know.
He has never spoken to me, and he has never had any emotional exchange with me.
Once, I fainted due to low blood sugar and stayed there for a full three hours. He just sat next to me watching TV, without saying a word...
You say Master Yang is deceiving us, but my wife and I have been married for almost 20 years, and it was only with his help that we finally heard him say "Dad" and "Mom".
He calls us 'Dad and Mom,' so he is our child.
All we wanted was a healthy child who could survive. What's wrong with that?!
This reminded Qin Yuechuan of the time-travel novels he read during his student days. It seemed that many of these novels began with a soul being reborn into the body of a person in a vegetative state.
Then, the parents of the person in a vegetative state, watching their child awaken and suddenly become even more outstanding, as if blessed with extraordinary abilities, were filled with joy.
At that time, he wondered if there really were parents who could see their child’s personality change drastically without realizing it at all.
Thinking about this, Qin Yuechuan felt a little lost. He wasn't married or had children yet, but putting himself in the shoes of these parents...
Would you choose to watch your child lie there for the rest of their life?
Or should we choose to bring him back to life, even if the child inside is not the original one?
What should he choose? Even he didn't know.
Just as I was feeling deeply saddened by their situation, my phone rang.
It was Zhang Mo who called: "Come downstairs and pick us up. It seems like the security gates here aren't very welcoming to us."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Qin Yuechuan quickly composed himself and fled from the conference room, which was filled with an atmosphere of despair and madness, and went down to the first floor.
The atmosphere at the security checkpoint in the lobby on the first floor was unusually tense.
Several security personnel were on high alert, their faces filled with suspicion and vigilance, their eyes fixed on the people standing at the entrance. The metal detector was emitting a continuous, high-pitched, piercing alarm, and its red light was flashing wildly.
Zhang Mo led a group of employees standing outside the door, all of them looking completely innocent.
They had just returned from the hospital, and Lin Qing still had an exaggerated bandage wrapped around her head.
The identities of the demons were classified, and the police officers on duty that day were unaware of them. They could only follow procedures and send the two "victims" to the designated hospital.
The two siblings stayed in the hospital for a day as a formality, and were just picked up by Zhang Mo and Jiu Xuan.
In addition, there were Jiang Mian, Shi Tou, Long Xi, and Jiang Rong, who rushed over from W City without stopping.
Looking at this personnel configuration, Qin Yuechuan felt a moment of suffocation.
This is the start of something really serious!!!
"Excuse me, I'll go talk to them." Qin Yuechuan said apologetically to his colleague in charge of security checks and came out.
Tank (Stone), Mage (Jiang Mian), Archer (Long Xi), Assassin (Jiu Xuan), Healer (Jiang Rong), all are present.
Qin Yuechuan lowered his voice and asked, "With so many employees, are you planning to start a group purchase?"
Zhang Mo shrugged: "There's nothing I can do. I'm a coward, so I have to bring more bodyguards."
"...Are you carrying any contraband? You should take it out beforehand," Qin Yuechuan said.
The group checked their pockets: "No, we don't have any."
The demon race has now become very integrated into modern society. When they go out, they carry almost nothing except their mobile phones.
Zhang Mo: "What are considered prohibited items?"
Qin Yuechuan: "Knives, guns, lighters, and listening/monitoring equipment, etc."
Jiu Xuan raised her long, fair hand with exceptionally neatly manicured nails: "My nails are sharper than a knife, do they count?"
Long Xi removed a shimmering hair clip from her hair and asked, "Does it count if it's made of dragon scales?"
Qin Yuechuan's lips twitched slightly: "..." Sorry, he really didn't know that.
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