Chapter 102
Supervisor Shen: “It should be some invincible idiot in the universe.”
Half a month later, in the supervision office building.
“It’s been nineteen days since I last saw Mr. Bai and Supervisor Shen. I hope nothing has happened?” Chu Yan stood in front of the mirror with a worried look on her face.”
Witch Italdo crossed one leg over the other, supporting her terrifying ghost-like right cheek with one hand, while her left side, stunningly beautiful, was raised nonchalantly. “Don’t worry, darling. It’s just a harmless game for adults. Nothing serious will happen, except for an annoying guy named Shen, who might be locked in some unknown corner, crying his eyes out. But they won’t die.”
Chu Yan: “…”
“Oh no, the necklace pairing still isn’t right.” Witch Italdo rummaged through her dazzling jewelry box and enthusiastically presented a pear-shaped ruby tiara. “Darling, try this. The devil’s red rose! The sinful black swan!”
Chu Yan: “…”
On the office sofa, high-end dresses from various brands were piled up like a small mountain, and a whole row of jewelry boxes were opened, the dazzling jewels blindingly bright. All of this was thanks to the great contributions of Mr. Bai Sheng, the Earth’s goodwill ambassador.
According to Shui Ronghua, not awarding Bai Sheng the Nobel Peace Prize for Evolution and Peace was simply unjust. He single-handedly boosted the sales of brands like Chanel, Hermès, and Cartier in the Greater China region, earning the sincere gratitude of the alien Witch Italdo, making him the top contributor to interstellar diplomacy.
The witch had almost lost interest in eating people and causing destruction because she had too many clothes. She had developed a new hobby: playing with dolls. The doll’s name was Chu Yan. So far, she has designed several outfits for Chu Yan, including but not limited to: Rotten Little Sweet Peach, Toxic Angel’s Eye, Post-Apocalyptic Romantic Girl, and Fragrant Man-Eating White Rose. Each outfit was paired with expensive jewelry, making her the ultimate winner in any dress-up game.
With a click, the office door opened. Chen Miao and Yang Xiaodao, trembling on the bench outside, saw the witch strut out proudly. “Foolish humans, raise your scorecards!” She solemnly waved her hand backward.
Chu Yan, expressionless, emerged fully dressed in a Dior black gauze dress, lace gloves, a ruby antique tiara, Gothic embroidered high boots, and holding a black and red lacquered silver whip found in the interrogation room.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Chen Miao and Yang Xiaodao scrambled to raise their scorecards, both showing perfect 10s, with expressions of utmost reverence.
The witch was satisfied. “Good, you have taste. You don’t have to die.”
They both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, still sweating and frightened, because today was another day of escaping death in the witch dress-up game.
The witch, as an alien, had no concept of money. She would give away shiny diamonds and large jewels when she got bored. Shui Ronghua had once reluctantly accepted a Kashmir blue sapphire hairpin at Bai Sheng’s invitation. The witch gave Chen Miao a diamond bracelet to give to his future girlfriend. Most of the accessories ended up with the doll, Chu Xiaoyan. Bai Sheng opened a safe for her, and the young girl was still working towards her goal of establishing a stray animal protection fund.
“Hey, what are you up to?” A voice as refreshing as a spring breeze came from the end of the corridor. “Is it the official announcement of a new skin for my support hero, Chu Xiaoyan?”
Everyone turned to look: “Bai-ge!” “Mr. Bai!”
Bai Sheng appeared at the Shenhai City Supervision Office for the first time in half a month. He was tall and long-legged, handsome and clean-cut, with his shirt folded up to his elbows, revealing his well-proportioned arms. He paused in surprise when he heard this: “What Mr. Bai? Who is Mr. Bai?”
“…”
Bai Sheng smiled humbly, raised a hand to adjust his hair, and deliberately revealed the ring on his ring finger. Thousands of holy lights immediately blinded the titanium alloy dog eyes around him:
“Thank you, everyone. From today on, please call me Mrs. Shen.”
There was silence all around, and everyone had a difficult expression on their face, as if to say, “It’s outrageous, but it seems reasonable for him.”
“…Mrs. Shen Bai.” After a long pause, Chen Miao squeezed out the words.
Bai Sheng beamed. “Yes.”
“Have you two finally decided to return to Shenhai? Where’s my senior?”
Bai Sheng looked surprised. “What, how did you know that Shen Zhuo kissed me lovingly when we left this morning?”
Everyone: “…”
Bai Sheng, brimming with joy, lifted a beautifully crafted, large paper bag and pointed upstairs. “Your senior, afraid of a welcoming lineup, snuck in early this morning and specifically asked me to bring him lunch. Alas, as a married person, I can’t help but be more mindful, taking care of things both at home and outside. I really envy you single folks with no attachments. You have never experienced the pain of being asked to bring lunch by your family members, hahaha!”
After a long moment of silence, Chen Miao lowered his voice in disbelief. “…Where does he get this insane need to show off? Is he planning to kick the duty room’s police dogs downstairs later?”
Chu Yan covered her mouth and whispered, “Not buying eighteen speakers to play the wedding march on loop at the UN EHPBC building is already restrained, but I bet he can’t resist. A friendly reminder: if you don’t want to be embarrassed, try to confiscate his diplomatic passport as soon as possible…”
“Ah, I won’t talk to you anymore. Supervisor Shen is waiting for me eagerly.” Bai Sheng checked his watch and proudly shook his takeout bag. “I can’t help it; I have to take care of him. Goodbye, everyone.”
He turned triumphantly and went upstairs, deliberately not taking the elevator, presumably so that every innocent inspector who passed by would be subjected to his fierce attack.
·
On the top floor, in the large supervisor’s office, a three-dimensional holographic projection flickered with lifelike light.
Shen Zhuo sat behind the large desk, focused and silent; Cameron sat on the office sofa, dressed in a suit, supporting his chin with one hand.
In the center of the office stood a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with red hair and a hooked nose, who was none other than the Chairman of the EHPBC Council:
“…The conflict between extreme evolutionaries and opposing humans is escalating. Meteorite storage bases in various countries have been robbed. Last week, the extreme evolutionary organization ‘Round Table’ forcibly took over a small meteorite storage base in the Middle East. To avoid causing external panic, this news has been strongly suppressed by the EHPBC and has not been disseminated…”
“How many meteorites were looted from the storage base?” Cameron asked.
The chairman replied solemnly, “About twenty kilograms.”
Shen Zhuo leaned back into the armchair, exhaling silently. “…Round Table.”
“Yes, after the death of the former bishop Professor Brice Thorne, his brother Pardes Thorne took over the Round Table and gradually developed it into an extreme, violent terrorist organization advocating the annihilation of humans,” The chairman squinted his eyes, “Has Supervisor Shen ever dealt with them?”
“No,” Shen Zhuo said indifferently, “Just a little connection.”
He did not explain what that “little connection” was. Although the chairman was full of doubts, seeing Shen Zhuo’s cold, tightly pressed, thin lips, he probably realized that there was no way he could get this iron-blooded supervisor to say more.
“In short, to avoid further deterioration of the world situation, each major jurisdiction must inventory their meteorite quantities within half a month and report to the International Supervision General Administration.” The chairman closed the accident file, ending the meeting, and turned to Cameron: “I will await the summary report from the International Supervision General Administration.”
Cameron responded politely, “Of course, Mr. Chairman.”
Shen Zhuo stood up and nodded politely, and with a flash of light in the office, the chairman’s projection disappeared, indicating he had logged off.
The meeting was over, but Cameron had no intention of leaving. His gray-green eyes turned lightly, glancing up and down at Shen Zhuo.
Shen Zhuo, in a black suit and shirt, looked even paler, cold white like thin ice, with his collar neatly buttoned up to his throat, appearing tall, ascetic, and sharp. He ignored Cameron’s thoughtful gaze.
“I didn’t smell any trace of something called ‘intelligence’ on your political ally.”
“He’s just a cooperative partner who happens to sit in that position,” Cameron replied casually. “By contrast, I didn’t smell any trace of ‘intelligence’ on the double-S you spent the past nineteen days with, which is really worrisome, little brother.”
“…” Shen Zhuo paused while packing up the documents, then raised his head and emphasized, “It’s not nineteen days, it’s only eighteen days!”
“Oh,” Cameron said lightly, “eighteen days.”
Shen Zhuo said, “Actually, it wasn’t even eighteen days. I just took a few extra days off, not what you think. Can you stop obsessing over others’ private lives like an over-controlling parent? Can’t you find some normal hobbies? Does your intelligence agency monitor all 193 countries worldwide? Can’t you focus more on the British royal family, the Federal Reserve’s debt, or the Israeli-Palestinian conflict? Why do you care about how many days I took off?”
The office fell silent. After a while, Cameron, his eyes full of meaning, raised his eyebrows slightly and clapped gracefully, like a diplomat.
Clap, clap, clap.
“Wonderful, little brother,” he praised sincerely. “The last time I saw you this aggressive was five years ago at the UN hearing, debating with everyone.”
“…”
One basic attack took away all the ultimate skills, and Shen Zhuo sat there expressionlessly.
After a while, he coldly said, “You dare to compare that foolish chairman with Bai Sheng. I’ll have Bai Sheng file a formal protest with the International Supervision General Administration.”
Cameron nodded understandingly. “You will go home and complain to your husband.”
Shen Zhuo took a deep breath, and before he could organize his words to retort, the office door was pushed open with a click. The figure outside the door was the world’s highest evolutionist, the kidnapper of the little princess, and Cameron’s lifelong enemy—
“Hey, brother!”
Bai Sheng waved to Cameron in a friendly manner. Before Shen Zhuo could appreciate his brother’s expression, which changed instantly, he heard Bai Sheng’s next words:
“It’s been nineteen days without seeing you; how have you been, brother?”
“…”
The Shen brothers both looked expressionless.
“Eighteen days,” Shen Zhuo said, exhausted, holding his forehead. “Can we move past this topic?”
The reason why Shen Zhuo came to work silently early in the morning was that he wanted to achieve the effect of being unnoticed, and tried his best to make people ignore the embarrassing fact that the supervisor had been on vacation for more than half a month. However, judging from Bai Sheng’s flamboyant posture, this man had already acted like a peacock to all the inspectors he met along the way, and every pore of his body was filled with the scent of a smug married man.
“Allow me to clarify again: Mr. Bai and I have no legal relationship,” Cameron said coldly. “Luckily, my visit today has nothing to do with family matters, or I would ask Mr. Bai to leave.”
Bai Sheng whispered to Shen Zhuo in shock, “He’s rejecting me!”
Shen Zhuo, unfazed, said, “Then go hit him.”
“The International Supervision General Administration recently conducted a large-scale genetic test on a group of riot soldiers, the purpose of which is classified,” Cameron picked up a stack of files, his official tone steady. “Based on the results, about two hundred human soldiers were identified, with potential evolutionary triggers in their genes, meaning they could gain abilities through HRG injections.”
“Do they know?” Shen Zhuo asked.
“No one knows.” Cameron pressed two fingers on the stack of documents. His nails were neatly trimmed and looked as if they had never been stained with blood. After a pause, he said lightly, “Except for… a few mouths that can no longer speak nonsense, no one knows.”
Cameron’s reputation as an official was well-maintained, with no controversies over human lives or issuing inhumane military orders. He was even a regular at high-society charity events. But his years in power undeniably required ruthlessness, cunning, and finesse.
Shen Zhuo exhaled, loosely interlacing his fingers.
“I’ll have the lab provide 200 doses of HRG genetic interferon soon, for your human soldiers to present as nuclear deterrence to global media.”
Bai Sheng did not ask any more questions because he understood what the two brothers were discussing as soon as he heard them – racial confrontation was rapidly intensifying, like a car accelerating out of control—and Cameron decided to use HRG as a brake.
If those 200 human soldiers gained abilities through HRG injections, it would showcase the power of HRG nuclear deterrence to global media. No one would know the truth about their genes having evolutionary triggers.
Cameron was using his top authority to help Shen Zhuo conceal the fact that HRG was ineffective for ordinary people.
These brothers, who hadn’t met in over twenty years, joined forces for the first time in their lives, walking the same path their mother had taken before her death.
“Mortals are weak and superstitious, worshiping authority and easily led, making a lot of noise; but since we live on this Earth, we have no choice but to maintain the peace of this planet. Besides, I have no interest in submitting to alien civilizations,” Cameron said, standing up and folding his hands in front of him, lifting his head with restraint. “I reserve my opinion on your years of academic fraud, but given that you’ve managed to maintain racial peace fairly well…”
He looked down at his younger brother and finally offered a begrudging compliment:
“You have barely proven that you are indeed Shen Ruozhen’s son.”
Shen Zhuo’s eyes, like inorganic glass slides, stared at Cameron without any emotion. Then he raised two fingers.
“First,” he said calmly, “although I committed fraud, at least I have academic achievements, unlike you all, who haven’t accomplished anything in over twenty years.”
Cameron: “…”
“Second, of course, I am Shen Ruozhen’s son; I inherited her surname at birth. Speaking of which, wouldn’t it be embarrassing if someone didn’t even inherit their mother’s surname? Bai Sheng?”
Bai Sheng, taking out sushi from a takeaway bag, turned and shrugged regretfully at Cameron, “I can’t help you. I also took my mother’s surname.”
“……………”
Cameron wore a false smile, full of sarcasm: “Go eat your lovey-dovey couple’s meal, eighteen days.”
With a swish, he disappeared from the office.
The joke about the eighteen days would never go away.
Shen Zhuo buried his face in his hands, then looked up after a while, his gaze seemingly calm but betraying a hint of wanting to stab someone:
“If you dare tie me up again, I’ll cut off that thing of yours.”
“…” Bai Sheng was silent for a moment, then gave him an OK gesture, saying, “Don’t worry, baby, just cut it as you like.”
·
The most terrifying thing about Bai Sheng was that anyone who saw his usual handsome, friendly, lazy, and unserious demeanor wouldn’t believe how crazy he could be in private or how fierce he could become when losing control.
The first three days of the submission period were the most chaotic. Shen Zhuo was disoriented, his will was shattered, and his craving for double-S pheromones overpowered everything, making him unconditionally comply with any excessive demands. From the fourth to the fifteenth day, although the submission period continued, he regained some consciousness, began to resist, and even violently fought back, which somewhat cooled Bai Sheng’s relentless madness, even agreeing to sleep in separate rooms for one night.
—For a tyrant in a frenzy for a mate, the pain of not holding his spouse 24/7 was unbearable.
So, in the last three days, perhaps sensing that his pheromones were about to lose their effect, Bai Sheng entered an inexplicable frenzy. He tied Shen Zhuo’s hands to the bedhead and tormented him all night, half-forcing him to swallow his blood to prolong the submission period by 48 hours. During this time, Chu Yan, worried, sent Yang Xiaodao to check on them. If Yang Xiaodao hadn’t been capable, he would have lost an arm to his scoundrel father.
In the end, Shen Zhuo couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling that he might lose half his life if this continued, he smashed a bottle of liquor on Bai Sheng’s face while Bai Sheng was coaxing him for a kiss, nearly shattering his face. This fierce domestic violence from Supervisor Shen reluctantly brought Bai Sheng back to his senses.
“Oh, you see, I was just joking,” Bai Sheng said casually, feeding Shen Zhuo a sea urchin dumpling. “I actually intended to let you go after a kiss. Who knew you’d hit me with a bottle? Ah, my fiery heart is shattered!”
Shen Zhuo glanced at him lightly, his look indicating that next time he’d break Bai Sheng’s heart, ribs, chest cavity, and that thing down there.
Bai Sheng quickly fed him another dumpling and changed the topic: “What were you discussing in the meeting just now?”
“A meteorite base in the Middle East was raided, losing twenty kilograms of evolutionary source.”
“Extreme evolutionary organization?”
Shen Zhuo only nodded slightly, making a sound of acknowledgment. Bai Sheng asked doubtfully, “Which organization did it?”
“…”
Shen Zhuo didn’t immediately answer. After a while, he lifted his eyelids slightly, glancing at Bai Sheng with a hint of ridicule and a half-smile.
“Not sure, I forgot,” he said lightly, “probably some stupid organization that only the world’s biggest idiots would join.”
Bai Sheng: “?”
Three neat question marks appeared on Bai Sheng’s forehead, but Shen Zhuo’s lips curled in a subtle sneer as he waved off the food, indicating he was done eating.
He got up and walked to the corner of the office, not looking back: “I need your help with something because I can’t do it myself, and since you’re here today.”
Inside the anti-riot steel wall was an embedded safe. Shen Zhuo entered a fingerprint code and took out a metal syringe containing serum from the refrigerated box.
Generally, HRG genetic interferons were housed in transparent metal tubes, but this one was different. The metal tube was heavy and black, possibly made of some special material, and completely non-reflective.
“This is…”
“Do you remember when I said that by changing the serum cultivation method, the drug could be made suitable for evolutionists?”
Shen Zhuo held the syringe between two fingers, raising an eyebrow: “This is it.”
Bai Sheng took the serum and thoughtfully examined it, noticing the faint blue strands swimming in the pale red serum, with the letter ‘A’ and a 10-digit serial number etched on the cap.
“Mind reading,” Shen Zhuo said, pointing to the long serial number. “It has no limitations on the recipient’s evolutionary class; as long as they are an evolutionist, they can inject it. One shot lasts about 40 minutes.”
Bai Sheng guessed what he intended: “So you want me to—”
“I want to know what else happened when I was young, why Rong Qi started approaching from over twenty years ago, and what made the first-generation HRG researchers suddenly decide to eliminate it. I need someone to use mind reading on me.”
Shen Zhuo pulled out the syringe and tapped Bai Sheng’s rugged shoulder, saying, “That someone can only be you.”
Bai Sheng then remembered that this was indeed the case.
When Yue Yang brought the mind reading ability serum, there was enough to cultivate two doses. Shen Zhuo used one on Cameron and saved the other for himself, though he hadn’t had the chance to use it.
“…” A glimmer of amusement flashed in his eyes as he leaned against the desk, pretending to shake the serum: “Oh, why only me? Don’t you have plenty of loyal confidants? Chen Miao, Shui Ronghua. If necessary, you could call Cameron…”
“Chen Miao’s mental strength is average and he can’t fully utilize the serum’s strongest effects. The witch would extract bathing scenes from my memory and auction them off on the internal supervisor forum, and Cameron would burst a blood vessel on the spot if he saw any scenes from the submission period,” Shen Zhuo said calmly. “In summary, I can only ask you; no one else.”
Bai Sheng made a long, drawn-out “Oh——” as if realizing something, then leaned close to Shen Zhuo’s ear, smirking fearlessly:
“Call me husband.”
Shen Zhuo: “…”
One of Bai Sheng’s bad temperaments that you can only discover after sleeping with him: lunacy, characterized by being ruthless and not talking much; the crazier he gets, the quieter he becomes; second bad habit: when not crazy, he seems like a completely different person, talks a lot, and will seize every opportunity to demand to be called husband. If you persist in not calling him that, there’s a 50% chance it will trigger the first bad habit.
Shen Zhuo pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and said sincerely, “Forget it. I’ll go negotiate with the witch myself. I take 80%, she takes 20%. Starting bid: five million.” With that, he snatched the potion back from Bai Sheng’s hand and turned to leave.
In an instant, several people from the blacklist who would definitely go crazy bidding on this flashed in Bai Sheng’s mind, and he immediately held Shen Zhuo down: “Come back here!”
Shen Zhuo couldn’t help but laugh. Bai Sheng, without further ado, snatched back the serum, popped the cap, and injected it directly into the side of his own neck.
The serum containing meteorite energy was automatically injected, and almost instantly, a strange power rose within him.
—A-class ability: mind reading.
This was Bai Sheng’s first time personally experiencing the power of HRG. He tried clenching his long fingers and then slowly released them. Accompanied by a slight dizziness from the new ability, his pupils involuntarily contracted. He suddenly understood why Rong Qi would pursue HRG at all costs.
The miraculous gene research, the power available anytime, anywhere, countless abilities that could be switched at will—it’s an irresistible, god-like temptation.
Not to mention Rong Qi, no matter who Shen Zhuo falls into the hands of, that person may become the king of evolutionists on earth.
“Has it taken effect?”
Bai Sheng nodded.
“Try using mind reading on me,” Shen Zhuo leaned back in his chair, elbows on the armrests, fingers loosely intertwined in front of him. “Try to maximize the power of the ability; otherwise, with my mental strength, it might be hard to successfully invade.”
Bai Sheng put down the empty syringe, leaned over in front of the armchair, and looked directly at Shen Zhuo, then held one of his hands in his palm, squeezing it firmly.
“It’s okay,” he said softly, “I won’t hurt you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, light suddenly burst forth, and the power of mind reading swept over, engulfing all sight.
The world twisted and collapsed as if countless brick structures were scattered and reorganized into new scenes, presenting a completely new setting from all directions.
Bai Sheng stood up and looked around.
He was no longer in the supervisor’s office in Shenhai City. All he saw was a gloomy, vast sky, with the salty smell of rain hanging in the air. In the distant garden under a tree, a small figure sat alone on a swing—it was the young Shen Zhuo.
Bai Sheng was about to step forward to hug the silent, soft little body but suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Next to Shen Zhuo, a misty black shadow floated quietly in midair, gazing at him. It was the spiritual entity 001 from back then.
Or rather, it was later Rong Qi.
“Six years old and still can’t speak…””A family with such high intelligence, yet they gave birth to a child with intellectual disabilities…”
Whispering voices floated in with the wind from an unknown source. Rong Qi knelt down, looking at young Shen Zhuo’s black-and-white, inorganic eyes, showing a “smile” very similar to a human’s.
It was actually a terrifying scene: a demonic ghost in the void smiling at a child, whom the young Shen Zhuo could see and hear, but he couldn’t call for help no matter what, unable to make any sound.
Then, Rong Qi’s thoughts appeared directly in Bai Sheng’s mind:
“Don’t mind them. Communication through words is destined to be eliminated by the higher intelligent beings that will conquer Earth in the future. Communicating with me is enough.”
“Tell me, what are you thinking?”
—Rong Qi didn’t actually make a sound or use any known Earth language. A large amount of information appeared instantly in the human brain, like telepathy, probably a form of communication based on mental power.
“…” Little Shen Zhuo lowered his thick eyelashes, slightly avoiding him, but Rong Qi still placed a hand on his forehead.
Perhaps because he was immersed in the world of memories, with Rong Qi’s action, Bai Sheng directly felt young Shen Zhuo’s emotions—a slight confusion and a bit of fear.
“Oh,” Rong Qi responded very softly, “You want to know why I’m doing this, right?”
In a flash, Bai Sheng understood why young Shen Zhuo had suddenly become mute.
Rong Qi’s telepathic communication completely abandoned the word system based on word combinations. Large doses and high concentrations of information were directly poured into the brain in the form of electromagnetic waves. How could a toddler not be affected?
His language functions were forcibly regressed, and parts of his brain’s neurons were suppressed. Over time, in a few more years, he would completely lose his voice and become mute!
“Because I need a subject to observe.” Rong Qi patiently looked into young Shen Zhuo’s eyes, with his thoughts emerging directly from the depths of his consciousness.
“The best way to fully understand an alien civilization is to follow the developmental process of an ordinary child in that civilization, from a blank slate to entering sexual maturity, reproduction, aging, death, the core of the soul, and emotions. Through this method, I can fully grasp the perception system of most human individuals and their general cognitive breadth.”
“…” Little Shen Zhuo quietly looked at the floating spirit body in front of him.
Rong Qi stared at the child for a long moment before emitting a wave of awareness similar to acknowledgment and helplessness:
“But… I seem to have chosen the wrong subject.”
He did choose the wrong subject. Little Shen Zhuo was far from an “ordinary child” in human civilization. If Rong Qi continued to use Shen Zhuo as a benchmark, he would develop a very erroneous understanding of the entire human race—like Cameron using himself as a benchmark, thinking that by the age of six, a child should have learned plane geometry. When he discovered that little Shen Zhuo couldn’t, he was incredulous and even suspected his brother had been genetically edited into a young goldfish.
“Don’t you want me to continue accompanying you?” Rong Qi stared at Shen Zhuo, asking gently.
“……”
After a long silence, Rong Qi changed his approach, asking, “Do you want me to disappear?”
The wind swept across the lawn, and little Shen Zhuo didn’t answer. After a while, he closed his eyes and nodded gently.
The air seemed to freeze suddenly, and the rustling of branches and grass ceased instantly. The airflow settled inch by inch around them.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Rong Qi, still half-kneeling, patted the back of little Shen Zhuo’s head.
“One day in the future, intelligent life forms from higher-dimensional universes will rule this planet. They are my kin. And you are the only one among billions of humans who can communicate with me.”
“I won’t disappear. I will keep watching you because I’m curious about what you’ll be like when you grow up.”
Rong Qi stood up, gazed at little Shen Zhuo, and took half a step back.
Then his smoke-like body dissolved into the air, like a drop of water into the ocean, disappearing in an instant.
·
He probably didn’t leave but temporarily distanced himself from Shen Zhuo because later, he would still need the vessel cultivated by the first-generation HRG.
On the lawn, Bai Sheng rubbed his chin, frowning slightly. He suddenly realized a very frightening point in Rong Qi’s words—kin.
Rong Qi didn’t come to Earth alone; there were more extraterrestrial spirit entities planning to occupy Earth in some way?
Where did his kin go twenty years later?
As he pondered, he saw little Shen Zhuo get up from the swing and stagger towards the safety level of the family quarters. Without thinking, Bai Sheng followed, knowing what this young child was about to do.
He was scared but couldn’t express it and wanted to go through the safety passage to find Shen Ruzhen.
Little Shen Zhuo was already six years old, at his most active age. According to Cameron’s memories, he often sneaked into the lab building to find his mother. He skillfully crawled out of an unclosed gate, and Bai Sheng followed him all the way to the HRG laboratory. The surrounding scenes in the corridor were very familiar, and he even recognized several researchers who frequently appeared in Cameron’s memories.
At this time, Rong Qi hadn’t yet fallen out with the first-generation HRG researchers and hadn’t committed the massacre of the entire lab, but Bai Sheng knew the time of the tragedy was very close.
The floor tiles would soon be soaked in blood, and the faces around him would soon fall into pools of blood, becoming horribly disfigured corpses.
As time passed, things changed, and people came and went. Bai Sheng looked around, an indescribable feeling welling up inside.
At this moment, little Shen Zhuo stopped, panting in front of the core laboratory door.
Bai Sheng stepped forward, gently half-squatted, and held Shen Zhuo’s shoulder, looking into the laboratory through the crack in the metal door.
A huge circular electromagnetic matrix was reflected in Bai Sheng’s deep eyes. From this angle, he could see the operators behind the computers sitting solemnly, each with a peculiar, slightly fearful expression. Shen Ruzhen’s back was visibly tense, looking up at the No. 001 radiation signal instrument in mid-air.
…What was happening?
Shen Ruzhen’s particularly grave voice sounded: “So what about you? What are you?”
Bai Sheng slightly shifted his angle, looking at the figure standing opposite Shen Ruzhen.
The next moment, it was as if a silent hammer struck his mind, and even Bai Sheng was incredulously stunned.
Because he recognized who that person was.
—Although the face had changed drastically in appearance and even demeanor compared to twenty-three years later, Bai Sheng recognized this familiar face at a glance.
It was simply unbelievable, completely unexpected.
How could this person be here twenty-three years ago?
I bet is witch italdo 👁
I got the same feeling