Chapter 319: Artificial Man, Death at the Age of Eighteen (asking for monthly votes)
In the Salvation Society's base, the silver-white prison cell was glowing with cold light, like a huge iron box.
"Who are you?" Ji Minghuan sat on the chair, curiously looking at the woman with a bun across from him. "How could the mentor actually let someone take over his position?"
Ke Ojiena yawned and smacked her lips. "Didn't the instructor just introduce me to you? The Whale Garden is gone, and my job is gone too. I had no choice but to come back to the base to do odd jobs."
After saying this, she sighed sadly, "It's all because those two good-for-nothing princes are so useless."
In order to prevent breathing in secondhand smoke, Shang Xiaochi covered his head with Ji Minghuan's small quilt. When he heard the two people talking, he suddenly poked his head out from under the quilt.
"Won't the mentor come back?" she asked in a low voice.
"Why why?" Sun Changkong was stunned.
"How much do you hate him?" Ke Ojiena looked away. "At least for a short time, he won't be back."
"Great! The instructor is finally gone!" Ji Minghuan's tone suddenly became excited, almost cheering, but then he changed his mind and asked, "But what was the instructor busy with? Why did he leave?"
"Hmm... let me think about it. First of all, there's the android project," Keojiena said with drooping eyelids, "and then there's all these other random things."
"A cyborg?"
Ji Minghuan raised his eyebrows slightly and grasped the word.
"Yes, the instructor likes to do these things. And then he leaves you to me." Ke Aojiena raised her hand to support her chin.
"Can you tell me what it is specifically?" Ji Minghuan thought for a while and then asked.
"There's nothing wrong with that. Didn't he tell you about it?"
"Yes. But not in full."
"Because the mentor is a rare psychic, he wanted to see if he could replicate a psychic android. So he mixed his own genes with those of a calamity-level psychic and created one," Ke Ojiena said. "That's all."
A cyborg containing the mentor's gene? Ji Minghuan wondered, could the Savior Society's technology already support them in such a thing? Fortunately, there was only one mythical-level fragment in the world, and it couldn't be replicated, otherwise it would be dangerous.
"The Salvation Society is amazing! They can even create something like artificial humans." Sun Changkong said with a look of curiosity, "Then can we create a few Ji Minghuans? When he wants to destroy the world, let them beat each other up and kill each other! Ji Minghuan Brawl!"
"Children just have wild ideas. If that really happens, wouldn't the universe be destroyed?" Ke Ojiena said unhappily.
Ji Minghuan couldn't help but give Sun Changkong a cold look: "Big sister, how much do you hate me?"
"I mean... if there really is an artificial human like you, they won't need to keep an eye on you every day. Then, Master, just give me your Ji Minghuan." Sun Changkong hummed, raising his head.
"Why give it to you?"
Sun Changkong was stunned, turned his head away and was speechless for a long time, and finally stammered:
"Be my little brother."
"That doesn't even require a homunculus. I can give myself to you right now." Ji Minghuan withdrew his gaze from her face and said nonchalantly, "Haven't you always been protecting me?"
Sun Changkong suddenly stopped talking and just hit him on the head with his somersault cloud.
"It hurts so much. I'm your little brother, not a punching bag for you." Ji Minghuan sighed.
"Will I ever see my own homunculus?" Shang Xiaochi murmured. "How terrifying."
Keojiena shook her head.
She said, "No, your artificial humans are difficult to create. I can't tell you the specific reasons."
"So according to what you said just now, the mentor is creating a new artificial human?" Ji Minghuan speculated.
"Yes, now he wants to use your brother's genes..." Ke Ojiena curled her lips and looked away. "Oh, I can't say that."
"My brother's genes?" Ji Minghuan smiled nonchalantly. "It sounds quite useful. If you like it, use it as much as you want. It's none of my business anyway."
"Ji Minghuan, do you have a younger brother?" Sun Changkong asked curiously.
Shang Xiaochi also raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his back curiously.
"I don't recognize him. He is just the younger brother that my tutor brought to me on his own whim." Ji Minghuan said as he lowered his eyes to look at the table.
"No wonder the mentor seems so busy. Is he planning to create a android stronger than me?" he thought. "But does he really think that creating an android can stop me from destroying the world? Will that thing end up destroying the world instead?"
"If you have anything to do later, you can come to me. Just shout into the monitor and I'll be there soon." Ke Aojiena glanced at the work sheet in her hand.
"Just don't show up in my cell in the middle of the night like my mentor did. My blood pressure has been a little high these days." Ji Minghuan said, looking up at her.
"I'm not that free, and sleep quality is very important to me," Ke Ojiena said gloomily. "If you want to get together at the park, I'll make regular arrangements for you. That's all... Any other questions?"
"How did the whale's box garden get destroyed?" Ji Minghuan raised his hand like a primary school student.
"The Third Prince colluded with a group called the 'White Crow Brigade.' I don't know how they colluded, but my mentor suspects it was a deal between the old king and the White Crow Brigade."
"What deal?"
"If the king becomes critically ill, the White Crow Brigade will arrive." Keojiena tilted her head. "That's about right, isn't it? Your good mentor left this time to also find out the truth behind the destruction of the small garden."
"Oh." Ji Minghuan nodded, "Then I have no questions."
"I have a question!" Sun Changkong, sitting cross-legged on the somersault cloud, suddenly raised his hand.
"What's your question?" Ke Ojiena looked up at her.
"Teacher said..." Sun Changkong hesitated for a moment, "The holders of myth fragments will not live long. Is this true?"
"real."
"Oh, then how long can I live?" Sun Changkong asked softly.
"Didn't the instructor tell you?"
"No." Sun Changkong lowered his head. "He told me not to worry, and that he would find a way for me to survive."
"They won't live past eighteen," Keojiena said calmly. "As far as I know, no child who has obtained a mythical fragment in history has ever lived past eighteen. I don't like lying, and I won't evade the question like my mentor, so I'll just tell you straight out."
Ji Minghuan was stunned.
Eighteen years old... In other words, even if they could escape the Salvation Society and escape the control of their mentor, they would only live for a few more years at most? Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at the two girls in hospital gowns out of the corner of his eye.
Unexpectedly, their reaction was very calm, just dazed, like robots that had lost their spring.
Sun Changkong looked at the somersault cloud silently. Shang Xiaochi looked up at Ji Minghuan, staring into his eyes unwillingly, but lowered his head after a moment.
"Any more questions?" asked Keojiena.
Shang Xiaochi had no expression on his face and whispered, "I don't want to live that long. Eighteen is still a long way off."
Ke Ojiena glanced at her and yawned. "Then I'll go back to sleep." After saying that, she stood up from her chair and walked out of the cell without looking back. The metal door closed and a dead silence enveloped the room.
Ji Minghuan was silent for a moment, turned over in the chair, rested his chin on the back of the chair, lowered his eyes and then raised them again, looking at the two girls in hospital gowns.
"Don't comfort me, traitor..." Shang Xiaochi said immediately, "I don't need your pity."
"Yes, yes, yes, who's going to comfort you?" Ji Minghuan leaned his head against the back of the chair and whispered, "Aren't you a super strong person at heart? You say you don't need any ties or friends. You're just a complete chuunibyou."
Shang Xiaochi was stunned. Suddenly, he frowned, lowered his head, and wanted to speak but couldn't.
Ji Minghuan looked at her and then at Sun Changkong.
Sun Changkong remained silent.
After a moment, she raised her head with her fiery red eyebrows furrowed, as if she was seriously thinking about the concept of death. Finally, a hint of hesitation appeared in her eyes.
She finally raised her head and stared at him blankly, as if she wanted to say something. In the end, she was silent for a long time and shrugged. "Tsk tsk tsk... What's the big deal about death? At least I can protect you until you are eighteen. Before that, you are my little brother."
"Yeah." Ji Minghuan nodded.
"You have to celebrate my birthday many, many times before I die!" she yelled.
"knew."
"Don't miss even one!"
"Okay. I won't be absent."
Shang Xiaochi listened to their conversation and suddenly couldn't hold it in any longer. She spoke, hesitatingly, "You...why don't you just comfort me?"
Sun Changkong was at a loss, but suddenly he leaned over to hug her and rubbed her cheek, "I will be with you! We don't ask to be born on the same day, but good brothers must die together!"
Shang Xiaochi's eyes were red, and the more Sun Changkong comforted her, the harder she cried.
Sun Changkong was stunned, showing her small canine teeth in shock, and for a moment she didn't know what to do. Finally, she raised her head and glared at Ji Minghuan fiercely:
"Why don't you comfort your little sister Xiaochi?!"
"What's there to comfort me about?" Ji Minghuan curled his lips. "Don't worry, both of you, don't rush to say your last words. I'm a restricted-level psychic. Do you understand what this means?"
He looked away. "The Savior Society has locked me up here so they can use my abilities to find a way for you to live longer. You're very useful, so they won't let you die easily. Do you understand?"
At this point, he sighed deeply, "Forget it, one of you is a straight-thinking person, and the other has a Chuunibyou. There's no point in talking to you."
Ji Minghuan stopped looking at them. He just turned over in his chair and tapped the table lightly with his hand.
He thought for a moment and then casually asked, "Didn't the Penguin Monster come with you?"
"She didn't." Sun Changkong said, "The last time we went to the park, she said she didn't want to come out these few days."
"That's strange, but why didn't she tell me?" Ji Minghuan was stunned. "What else did she say?"
"I didn't say anything, just told you not to worry." She shook her head.
"Ke Aojiena, I want to see Kong Youling." Ji Minghuan suddenly raised his head and looked at the monitor.
"The instructor is trying to help her resolve her speechlessness. You might need to wait a few days... Don't worry, she's safe now," Ke Ojiena's voice came over the PA system. "Also, the other two children need to go back."
Ji Minghuan frowned and remained silent in confusion.
Sun Changkong thought for a moment and said, "Then we'll go first."
"Then go ahead," Ji Minghuan said. "Be careful and don't trip. Someone fell flat on the ground in the corridor last time. I won't tell you who it was."
"The corridor is so bright that I can't see anything. Anyone would slip, okay?" Sun Changkong complained as he pulled up Shang Xiaochi's sleeve and led her away.
Ji Minghuan silently watched the two people's backs. Sun Changkong held Shang Xiaochi's hand and walked step by step into the corridor filled with bright light. The metal door slowly fell down.
He lowered his eyes and stared blankly for a moment, then lay back on the bed. All around him was pitch black, and Ji Minghuan synchronized his consciousness with Unit 1.
When he opened his eyes, the time on the wall showed noon on August 11. He had slept a little too long.
Gu Wenyu sat up, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth with the restraints, while he took out his cell phone from the bed and glanced at the text messages he had received.
[Gu Qiye: The people from Hongyi invited the Puppet Father to dinner and also invited me.]
【Black Pupa: And then?】
[Gu Qiye: And... don't you think the Puppet Father can't eat with a bandage on his face?]
[Black Pupa: Oh, I see. In other words, you have a chance to find out what the Puppet Father looks like behind his mask?]
[Gu Qiye: Yes, see you later.]
Gu Wenyu turned his head and glanced out the window. The streets of Osaka were bathed in bright sunshine, but there was a subtle chill in the air. Summer seemed to be drawing to a close.
(End of this chapter)
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