Hui Tian Ch104

Chapter 104

That’s for littering space with junk.

“I, I don’t remember anything?” The witch shrank behind the office desk, looking at everyone with an innocent and terrified expression. “I used to be a warden? Came to Earth long ago? Are you sure? You’re pulling my leg. How could such a long spear not have killed Shen Zhuo? Did he carry that spear everywhere all these years?”

In Shui Ronghua’s office, everyone couldn’t help but look at Shen Zhuo’s… chest, imagining his soul being pierced by a long spear and not being pulled out for more than twenty years. Wherever he went, the spear arrived first.

“You mentioned the Alien Evolution War, the Cage of Causality, and that over ten thousand war criminals led by Rong Qi were exiled. Technically, you indirectly caused the annihilation of the first-generation HRG. Mind-reading doesn’t lie. You don’t remember any of it?”

Shen Zhuo pressed both hands on the edge of the desk, staring down at the Witch Italdo, who was already shrinking back into the corner of the wall in guilt—as mind-reading abilities can’t be faked, she had to admit that what Shen Zhuo saw must be the truth.

“I just remember fighting a war many years ago… then a long drift in the universe, landing on Earth with a meteorite, then meeting Shui Ronghua and all of you…” The witch’s spirit curled up behind Shui Ronghua, cautiously peeking out, eyes full of disbelief. “Did I really escort over ten thousand war criminals? That impressive?”

Shen Zhuo: “…”

Bai Sheng: “…”

The two men stared expressionlessly at the Witch Italdo, simultaneously picturing the solemn, mighty Valkyrie she had been before losing her memory.

“Could it be because she hadn’t yet let go of her image as an idol when she first arrived on Earth?” Bai Sheng whispered to Shen Zhuo.

Shen Zhuo narrowed his sharp eyes and suddenly asked, “Where is your other weapon?”

Witch: “?”

“You stabbed me half to death, then ran off with your other weapon. When you arrived on Earth with the meteorite eighteen years later, you didn’t have anything with you. Did you stab someone else during that time?”

“…” The witch rarely showed such a confused expression on her face. After a moment, she hesitantly shook her head. “I really can’t remember… No way? What was the other weapon? I have no recollection at all.”

“There’s another possibility,” Bai Sheng said, leaning against the desk, shrugging. “The witch’s soul was so weakened that she lost control of her weapon, and it was flung to Earth along with the meteor shower, randomly stabbing some unlucky guy… Based on the length of that spear, it could have pierced a string of unlucky people on the street.”

The imagery was so vivid that even Shen Zhuo was silent for a moment.

“I need to know the whereabouts of the other weapon.” Shen Zhuo stood up and turned to Shui Ronghua. “I’ll have Yue Yang find a way to extract 500 cc of evolutionist serum and use the mind-reading ability on the witch again. We need to understand the details of the war on the other planet. It should be of great help to us in dealing with Rong Qi.”

Shui Ronghua, who was more or less the witch’s guardian on Earth, nodded in agreement.

“Additionally,” Shen Zhuo, covering his chest, looked down at the witch, his words ice-cold, and finally asked the question that truly angered him:

“Does your planet not have the death penalty for war criminals?”

Witch: “…………”

“Deduct half a year’s bonus as a fine,” Shen Zhuo said, turning and walking out of the office without looking back. “That’s for littering space with junk.”

The office fell silent, and the witch was dumbfounded.

After a long time, she asked Bai Sheng in disbelief, “He’s actually just getting back at me for stabbing him, isn’t he?”

Bai Sheng looked at her and nodded sympathetically.

“…How deep was the stab?”

Bai Sheng gestured with his hand from his chest to his back. “Like turning a swan into a skewered roast.”

The witch fell into a puzzled silence.

Bai Sheng patted her shoulder reassuringly and said, “Don’t worry, dear; it might not just be because of that. Your behavior of littering space with junk was quite excessive too.” Then he turned and, with one long stride, hurried after the little swan.

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“I got it,” came Yue Yang’s somber voice on the other end of the phone, “I’ll arrange to send 500 cc of mind-reading ability serum to Shenhai as soon as possible within the next two days.”

Shen Zhuo stood by the window at the end of the corridor, briefly said thanks, and was about to hang up when he suddenly heard:

“Wait.”

Shen Zhuo paused.

In the call, there were only the sounds of breathing, long and short, as if it were difficult to speak. After a while, Yue Yang’s hoarse voice came through: “…Do you think I’m often a disappointment to others?”

“…”

Shen Zhuo had never been a psychological counselor, especially not for Yue Yang. After a moment’s pause, he slowly said, “Not really.”

A soft click sounded as Yue Yang closed a photo album, leaned back in his office chair, and sighed hoarsely.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately. If I had been more vigilant five years ago and noticed Fu Chen’s oddities earlier, maybe none of this would have happened. If I could have seen Su Jiqiao’s true nature as early as you did, perhaps a series of irreversible mistakes could have been avoided.”

“…But it’s too late now,” he murmured. “I couldn’t even grasp the chance to save my friend.”

“An S-class evolution will change a person’s character to some extent, not to mention Rong Qi’s acting skills were more than enough to fool you. It’s normal that you didn’t suspect anything,” Shen Zhuo looked out at the vast sky, paused, and added, “If you could see through Rong Qi’s disguise, you wouldn’t be alive today. He would have silenced you long ago.”

Yue Yang’s gaze was unfocused, reflecting the office ceiling in his pupils. After a long pause, he forced a slight smile, “…Really?”

“Seeing through it earlier wouldn’t have mattered. You couldn’t have stopped anything anyway,” Shen Zhuo stated succinctly. “Don’t overthink it.”

Typical Shen Zhuo-style comfort. Yue Yang laughed self-deprecatingly, “Thank you, I—”

He suddenly stopped, and after a while, he let out a low sigh.

“…Shen Zhuo, I’m sorry.”

He didn’t specify what he was apologizing for, but both of them knew. Shen Zhuo glanced at his left hand.

The black deerskin glove covered two hideous scars. Even though so many years had passed, they still occasionally ached.

Shen Zhuo looked out the window again, his tone very calm, “It’s fine. I don’t feel it anymore.”

A sudden impulse surged in Yue Yang’s heart, mingling regret, gratitude, and deep bitterness. He abruptly opened his mouth, “Shen Zhuo, actually I’ve always—”

“Hey, Yue-ge!”

A hand reached over from behind Shen Zhuo, unceremoniously taking the phone. Then Bai Sheng appeared with a bright smile and said, “Yue-ge, did you finish the last bottle of wine? When are you coming to Shenhai for a visit again? To be honest, Supervisor Shen and I are planning to celebrate our first wedding anniversary next week. What? You haven’t given us a red envelope yet? Don’t be so formal, Yue-ge. What’s money? How can money measure our deep friendship, which is higher than mountains and deeper than the sea? Our bond is one of life and death!”

Yue Yang: “…”

Shen Zhuo: “…”

Yue Yang’s misfortune always elicited special treatment from Bai Sheng, which was why no causality had ever hit him from Shenhai to B City to take his head—such a bond was beyond life and death, practically a debt of gratitude for saving his life.

“Congratulations, congratulations,” Yue Yang swallowed a bitter mouthful of blood, his heart filled with bitterness, “I… wish you happiness.”

The call ended, and Bai Sheng handed the phone back to Shen Zhuo, shaking his head with a sigh.

“What do you think Chief Yue was thinking? Trusting Fu Chen, only to be let down by Fu Chen. Trusting Su Jiqiao, only to be let down by Su Jiqiao. If I were him, I’d resign and become an entertainment industry inspector. What a future that would be.”

Shen Zhuo couldn’t help but smile. At this time, the top floor of the Supervision office was empty. Bai Sheng glanced around, quickly leaned in for a stolen kiss.

“Does it still hurt?” He touched Shen Zhuo’s chest.

Shen Zhuo shook his head, then thought about it and added, “But I did almost lose half my life in that mind-reading.”

It proved that the “solemn and mighty” Valkyrie in the memories was reliable only on the surface. A spear that long stabbed a six-year-old child, and she ran off without hesitation afterward. Fortunately, young Shen Zhuo had strong vitality. If he had really died back then, today’s situation would be a mess, and even Rong Qi might be dumbfounded upon his return to Earth.

“Do you remember when I was kidnapped by Nielsen?” Shen Zhuo asked.

Bai Sheng leaned against the windowsill, one long leg propped up, the other casually bent, “Mm-hmm?”

“After I evolved to A-class with Yang Xiaodao’s serum, I casually drew a burning spear from the void. At the time, I didn’t think much of it, just assumed it was some random telekinesis ability. But looking back, that spear had extraordinary power; even Nielsen had difficulty handling it, though I didn’t know how to use it.”

Bai Sheng exclaimed, “So that spear wasn’t Yang Xiaodao’s ability, but something the witch left for you?”

Shen Zhuo spread his hands.

“Maybe it’s still stuck in there,” he said. “But I have a feeling that the witch’s two weapons might have significant restraint against Rong Qi, so… I can tolerate it staying stuck for now.”

Bai Sheng pinched his chin and laughed out loud.

Shen Zhuo took off his left glove and looked at the two cross-cutting knife marks on the back of his hand that represented humiliation. His eyes flickered slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Bai Sheng was someone who had strong control over his partner, always wanting to interfere with what Shen Zhuo ate, wore, or even a phone call he made. But regarding the two scars left by others on Shen Zhuo’s hand, he had always maintained remarkable respect and patience, never offering unsolicited advice.

“After we drive Rong Qi off Earth,” Shen Zhuo suddenly said softly, “use your ability to remove these for me.”

Bai Sheng immediately looked up at him, his eyes blazing. After a moment, he asked, “Why?”

The wind swept across the horizon, effortlessly dissolving all hidden resentment, grievances, and discontent into nothingness.

Shen Zhuo smiled slightly.

“I no longer need its reminder.”

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That night.

Heisenberg International Prison.

Under the jurisdiction of the International Supervision General Administration, this maximum-security prison held highly dangerous individuals from around the world. The main structure was underground, with winding tunnels leading to a hidden underground dome.

In the seemingly empty darkness, there was actually a special cell that ordinary people could neither see nor touch. Only a handful of senior officials, including the EHPBC chairman, had the “key” to enter—

A folded space.

Even though it wasn’t meal time, a beam of light silently pierced the darkness of the cell, extending a strip of light on the void ground.

At the end of the light, in a corner of the cell, a short, huddled, unkempt Mexican man suddenly moved, lifting his murky eyes to the open cell door.

—The visitor was a very young Asian man, tall and slender, with a refined demeanor. Dressed in tailored black clothes, he seemed to be a high-level evolved being, but there was no mark on the back of his hand.

Several evolved subordinates followed him, all of high rank, with vigilant eyes.

The Mexican man’s face was full of hostility. He adjusted his sitting posture, causing the high-voltage electromagnetic shackles to clank, and hoarsely asked in Spanish, “How did you get in here?”

Rong Qi did not answer, casually glancing at the wrinkled, spotted hand of the Mexican man with a bright red letter, S.

The notorious cannibalistic S-class, sentenced to life imprisonment. The International Supervision General Administration had specially built this space prison for him.

Rong Qi walked forward, squatting in front of the Mexican man. His obsidian-like deep eyes scrutinized the man’s aged face and the oddly deformed, exceptionally sharp teeth.

“Do something for me, and I’ll set you free.”

“…” The Mexican man’s breathing became slightly rapid. After a moment, he asked, “What do you want?”

Rong Qi gently threw a photo in front of him.

The person in the photo looked like a college student, with a relaxed and lazy demeanor. His young, handsome face wore a smile, a strand of silver dyed boldly in his black hair, and he had a straw from a milk tea in his mouth.

The Mexican man licked his lips greedily; this was his favorite type of human flesh to eat raw. “Oh…”

“I don’t need you to kill him. Just use your S-class ability to hold out for five seconds in front of him, and our deal is done,” Rong Qi paused, then added politely, “Of course, if you have a strong appetite… you can feel free to try.”

The Mexican man stared at him and asked, “Can you really get me out?”

Rong Qi stood up, looking down at the cannibalistic S-class, smiled slightly, and turned to leave the cell.

“…”

Behind him, the Mexican man’s eyes, yellowed from addiction, narrowed. He suddenly pounced forward like lightning, a sharp wind whistling as he aimed to bite Rong Qi’s hand!

It all happened in an instant.

There was no way to see how Rong Qi turned around. All that was heard was a loud “bang!” The Mexican man was slammed against the wall, his back and ribs shattered like mud. Powerless, he collapsed in the corner of the cell.

“You…” A large amount of blood foam gushed from the Mexican man’s mouth, “What are you…?”

Rong Qi raised a finger in a shushing gesture, as if he had just endured a harmless prank.

“Behave,” he instructed gently, turning and walking out of the space cell.

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Author’s Note:

Remember the Mexican S-class cannibal hinted at three times earlier?

The folded space ability is very powerful. Nelson once trapped Rong Qi in it, and Rong Qi had to explode an I-level evolution source to escape.

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