Chapter 95 Brother and Sister Meet (asking for monthly ticket)
"...Mythical news?" Ji Minghuan muttered, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
The instructor said slowly: "Yes, mythical anecdotes, the rarest anecdotes in the world... This also means that he can directly share the power of the gods."
He paused. "Next time you come over, I'll talk to you about this kid. You'll meet him sooner or later anyway. Just like Firion, he needs a friend."
"Can't I tell you now?" Ji Minghuan frowned. "You're always like this, you keep people in suspense and then run away."
The instructor smiled and said, "Don't you want to rest? Go to bed now... Good night."
After saying this, the instructor walked towards the exit without looking back. The lights went out, and the entire prison cell slowly darkened.
Ji Minghuan curled his lips, sat in the darkness in deep thought, and watched his mentor's back as he left.
He still remembered: His mentor had told him before that "mythical grade" was the highest grade among the strange fragments, and its birth was directly related to the myths and legends of various places.
For example: Monkey King Sun Wukong, Zeus, the head of the gods, Hades, the god of the underworld, Yamata no Orochi, Izanagi...
If Ji Minghuan didn't quite understand how powerful these unfamiliar concepts were when he heard his instructor mention them, now he has a suitable reference in his mind.
That is "Li Qingping" - his best friend and also the deputy captain of the Wangting team, which is famous in the Whale Box Garden.
On the character panel measured by Ji Minghuan using the "Restraint Belt Detection", it was shown that Li Qingping's "Red Dragon Wales" was a "Generational Level" oddity fragment;
The children imprisoned in the Salvation Society possess "mythical-level" fragments of strange stories, which are one level higher than the "generational level".
Since Li Qingping's attributes are comparable to those of the Ghost Bell, he at least possesses "quasi-catastrophe-level" strength. In this case... the holder of a "mythical-level" anecdote must, at the very least, have "catastrophe-level" strength.
Even more than that...
After all, the mentor said that if Ji Minghuan had never been born in this world, the strongest human in the world would be the news messenger who possessed "mythical news".
Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan couldn't help but sigh, feeling that breaking through the Savior Society's defense line had become more difficult:
"If the holder of this mythical anecdote has been successfully brainwashed like Firion, then when I bring the people outside to attack, wouldn't it be as difficult to cross their defenses as completing Dark Souls with one life?"
He felt that he was about to be fooled by his mentor. Everything he knew about the "Salvation Society" was shrouded in fog, and he couldn't grasp or touch it no matter what...
The mentor first told him that his parents used to be members of the Salvation Society, and then told him that there was a holder of a "mythical curiosity" imprisoned in the Salvation Society's base?
If this is true, how powerful must this salvation society be?
I'm afraid... there is no organization in the world that can compare to them. If one day these people in the Salvation Society suddenly change their minds and no longer want to "save the world" but want to destroy the world, it is only a matter of time.
Who can stop these monsters being cultivated in the laboratory?
"If my parents are really members of the Salvation Society, then did they realize that there was something wrong with this organization, so they disappeared for so many years?"
Ji Minghuan pondered for a long time, and recalled the stormy night when he was locked in the closet in his room, listening to the thunder outside in fear, waiting for his parents to return in the dark.
The four-year-old boy curled up in the closet for a whole day and night. Finally, he was too hungry to bear it anymore, so he opened the closet and walked out, staggering onto the street.
A neighbor found him, gave him food, and shortly thereafter he was institutionalized.
For some reason, the police never looked for his parents. Later, he learned that it was probably his parents who secretly arranged for him to be sent to the orphanage.
"What a fucking world..." Ji Minghuan laughed at himself, stood up from the chair, and walked slowly to the bed.
He leaned his body and fell on the soft bed, closed his eyes, and his consciousness shifted to Gu Wenyu. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was only three o'clock in the morning in Tokyo.
So I set an alarm on my phone for 5 a.m. Japan time, and went back to sleep for two hours.
The bell rang. Ji Minghuan opened his bloodshot eyes, yawned, and said the first auspicious words of every morning:
"Let's just die..."
Then he closed his eyes and stood up from the bed stiffly and slowly like a robot.
A fifteen-meter-long restraint stretched out from his cuffs, and he fetched a cup and a toothbrush from the bathroom for him. Then he returned to the hotel's big bed and brushed Ji Minghuan's teeth, who was drooping his head.
The other restraint handed over a wet wool towel and wiped his face.
Finally, the restraints put the toiletries back into the toilet and pressed them against the walls at the front and back of the room, helping Ji Minghuan take a look at the whereabouts of Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo'an: the hotel room of the father and son was still empty, without a single person in sight.
Apparently, the two of them did not return to the hotel last night.
Even after asking his personal guard to help him wash up, Ji Minghuan's eyelids were still drooping and his figure was shaky.
He yawned and planned his schedule in his mind: "I have to follow my sister today... Ke Qirui will bring the members of the Ghost Train Group to meet Blue Arc today. By following them, we can reach the meeting place of the auction bodyguards, so that I can get some inside information."
Thinking of this, he silently stretched out his right hand and took out his cell phone from the bed.
Then he forced himself to raise his eyelids, wrapped every corner of his body with restraints, extended a restraint from his right sleeve, and opened the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.
Distribute the gravity, bend the five fingers of your right hand slightly, grab the restraint belt and pull it downwards. The body that loses gravity shoots out like a spring. In the process, the restraint belt gradually turns from pitch black to transparent.
By the time he got out of the floor-to-ceiling window, his figure had silently disappeared into the air.
Ten minutes later, Tokyo, Qing Benhua Hotel.
In front of the hotel, Hei Guan was hanging upside down under a ginkgo tree beside the road. He raised his fingers wrapped in restraints, rubbed the Tianming acupoint, closed his eyes, and quietly observed the front exit of the hotel with the senses of the restraints.
It's only five o'clock now, and the sky in Tokyo is still dark. The whole hotel seems to be asleep.
Then the black pupa fell asleep as well. Because he was still hanging upside down, his posture was very strange, with his head tilted backwards and downwards without moving.
If it weren't for the restraints on his head, his saliva might have dripped onto the head of a lucky passerby who was jogging in the morning.
It was just dawn and the first rays of morning light shone down, illuminating the iron-gray hotel.
Hei Pupa then woke up and rubbed the Tianming acupoint through the restraints. He thought that this was his first time to stalk someone and he didn't expect it to be so painful.
After a while, two figures walked out of the hotel lobby. One was a woman wearing a brown windbreaker and a beret; the other was a girl with a high ponytail. She was wearing a black suit and black gloves, and looked more heroic than the boy.
The former is undoubtedly Ke Qirui, you don't even need to look at her face, her iconic outfit betrays her;
It’s a little hard to say about the latter, because he doesn’t look like Su Zimai.
Hei Jin scratched his chin and squinted his eyes to stare at the girl in a suit and high ponytail next to Ke Qirui. Apart from her appearance, her height and temperament were exactly the same as Su Zimai.
"My sister is... wearing a human face mask?" He quickly made a guess, "Ke Qirui is really thoughtful. Is he afraid that my sister will be retaliated by the brigade?"
Ke Qirui and Su Zimai waited for a while in front of the hotel and then got into a taxi.
The black pupa distributed the gravity to the restraint belt, shuttled between high-rise buildings, and followed closely behind the taxi.
Not long after, the taxi stopped above an empty coastal road. Turning around, we could see a large private villa by the sea.
Black Pupa also landed on a public bench on the coastal highway. He sat down, raised his right arm and placed it on the back of the chair, then sideways glanced at the bodyguard at the entrance of the villa.
There was no cover in this place, so it was not suitable to play with the phone, so he switched to Xia Pingzhou's body and searched the address on his phone. Rumor has it that this villa seemed to be the place where the elders of the eight major underworld families gathered, usually to discuss important matters.
Soon, Ke Qirui and Su Zimai got out of the car and stopped above the coastal highway.
Su Zimai turned her head and looked at the sea in the distance. Ke Qirui came close to Su Zimai, helped her adjust her earrings and the collar of her suit, smiled and said something, then turned around and took her into the heavily guarded private villa.
The guards looked at them coldly and raised their hands to make a no-entry gesture.
Ke Qirui reached into her windbreaker pocket and silently showed the guard her official ID from the Exorcist Association. A dozen guards in suits immediately lined up in two rows, making way for them.
"Wow... Mr. Ke is so powerful in the Exorcist Association?" Hei Pu raised his eyebrows, "As expected of an S-class Sky Exorcist."
At this moment, a deafening roar was suddenly heard not far away.
Black Pupa, who was sitting on a wooden chair, slowly turned his head and saw a deep blue lightning flashing across the empty coastal road and then stopped at the entrance of the beach villa.
Then, the tiny arcs of electricity stretching in the air slowly dissipated, and a figure wearing a blue metal combat suit and a metal helmet appeared in everyone's sight.
The bodyguards in sunglasses took a deep breath, sweat dripping down their foreheads. How could they not have heard of Blue Arc's name? He was the most famous alien in China. But seeing him with their own eyes would inevitably shock them.
Su Zimai and Ke Qirui stopped, their expressions different: the one on the left narrowed her eyes, the one on the right raised her eyebrows and revealed an interested smile from under the brim of her hat.
Black Pupa sighed silently: "Hey, how great would it be if my sister didn't wear a human face mask? I want to see big brother take her home and spank her."
Lan Hu stood up and walked towards the entrance step by step. He looked up at Ke Qirui from behind the electronic lenses embedded in his helmet, and then looked at Su Zimai.
At this time, his gaze stayed on Su Zimai for two more seconds.
For some reason...even though he had never seen her face before, he felt that this girl in a black suit gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
Ke Qirui walked over with confidence, stretched out his bony right hand, and said with a smile:
"Hello, Ke Qirui. I am also a member of the core bodyguard team this time. I have heard of Mr. Blue Arc for a long time, but today is the first time I have met him."
"Hello, Miss Ke Qirui." Lan Hu said as he stretched out his metal gloves and shook hands with Ke Qirui.
He thought for a moment and said, "Wait... I seem to have heard your name before. Don't give me any hints yet, let me guess... Uh, the holder of the train demon, right?"
"Indeed... In our world of exorcists, the reputation of the train demon is generally better than mine, so I can't tell who is the demon and who is the exorcist."
Ke Qirui said calmly and self-deprecatingly.
"Then... who is this lady over here?"
Lan Hu said as he turned to look at Su Zimai who was wearing a black suit and a high ponytail.
A gust of sea breeze blew, and the two men met eyes. Lan Hu and Su Zimai remained silent.
Gu Qiye looked at Su Zimai's face carefully, and he couldn't tell... why he felt this strange feeling in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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