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Chapter 490, Section 470: The Past of a Late Journey (4)

Xu Huan finished reading the entire thick book and finally had to admit a fact.

The book on common sense is optional for Chi Piao; he doesn't even need to study it.

He's the only one who's fragile, and he needs to rely on accumulating knowledge to ensure his survival.

"Clap."

Xu Huan closed the book and, facing the girl's bewildered gaze, spoke directly.

"This book... is not important to you. All you need to do in the future is learn to read."

"Take this book and read it whenever you have free time when you get home."

Xu Huan handed her the book on literacy.

Chi Piao looked down at the book and suddenly thought of her older sister.

She had always wanted to teach herself to read and write, but the book she used to learn to read and write was never opened before it was forever gathering dust.

It's only been a few months since she passed away, and when Chi Piao recalls the past, she still feels dazed.

Xu Huan was also about to leave work and return to the building where the strategists rested. He called Chi Piao to walk with him, and seeing that the latter looked unwell, he asked:
"what happened?"

Perhaps it was Xu Huan's calm and composed scholarly air, like ancient ink, that was so soothing, unconsciously disarming one's guard. Chi Piao hesitated for a moment, then finally whispered:
"I'm thinking about my sister."

“I used to live a very bad life. She took me out and gave me a new life.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Huan did not immediately respond.

He raised his hand and turned off the overhead light in the office, leaving only the dim emergency light from the corridor to stream in, making his slender profile appear even more serene and otherworldly.

He walked down the stairs with Chi Piao, his voice sounding exceptionally calm in the empty hallway:

"I've heard of your older sister, Chi Ling. She's a very capable strategist, and she's just as capable as I am now. It's just that fate is jealous of talent."

He sighed softly, and the regret he expressed was not just polite; it was a genuine sigh of sorrow.

"The dead are gone, but the living should remain. Human relationships are fleeting, gatherings and separations are inevitable; few can stay together for a lifetime. Rather than dwelling on the past, it is better to..."

Xu Huan paused slightly at the corner of the stairs, turned her head to look at Chi Piao, her gaze clear and calm, as if she could see through the deepest fog in people's hearts.

"Live well. For those who have gone before, take a few more glances at the dawn and dusk and the four seasons of this world."

"Time will eventually heal all wounds."

Chi Piao stood there, stunned, as if her heart had been struck by those casual words, and she fell into a daze.

Xu Huan didn't urge him, but just walked forward slowly.

He didn't understand why he was talking so much to an illiterate thug.

Black Eye Pharmaceuticals' corporate culture doesn't treat war as human; thugs are merely low-level consumables that can be dispatched at will.

That's why they're distributing large quantities of tranquilizers for free.

Black Eye Pharmaceuticals does a lot of dirty work and things that defy common sense. After experiencing so much, the first thing that gets affected is one's spirit.

What is the world really like?
Humans, gods, ghosts... a twisted relationship and a mad world.

When the mental threshold is relentlessly challenged, it is difficult for the sea of ​​the mind not to fall into complete collapse.

No one cares about the mental state of the consumables, and those free tranquilizers also contain a lot of mental pollution.

Eating too much will only cause a kind of upside-down hallucination, erase self-awareness, make eyes dull, and even eventually turn people into living dead.

Many of the thugs in the building are people who have been taking drugs for years, and some are puppets discarded by blind masters.

Nobody cares whether they live or die; most people here only care whether they're still functional.

Xu Huan should have been like everyone else.

But this was the first time he had ever hired war bodyguards.

The strategist, who had long held a high position and commanded the overall situation, came into contact with a real war expert and discovered that she was not a string of quantified combat power numbers, but a living, breathing person.

Just like card battle players who habitually check their opponent's attributes before checking their own character's combat power, one day a character suddenly pops out of the screen, and her concrete feelings as a human being overshadow the string of numbers on the attribute table.

So Xu Huan still reminded him about the medication, but whether the man listened or not... he wasn't a mind control expert, and his desire to control wasn't that strong. "You should go back, I should go back too."

As Xu Huan reached the ground floor entrance of the thugs' building, he stopped, the night breeze ruffling his clothes.

He turned around, his face still exuding a refined detachment in the shadows, his tone as calm as ever.

Get some rest.

Chi Piao nodded and walked back into the building.

The thugs' building remained eerily silent.

Chi Piao returned to her floor and, upon arriving at her room, saw that the light was on in the room opposite, but the person inside was sitting on the floor in the hallway.

It was that colleague who was in charge of wind control.

Chi Piao greeted:
"good evening."

The white-haired youth didn't recall her name; instead, he thought of her abilities:

"gravity?"

Chi Piao nodded:

"My name is Chi Piao, and my ability is gravity."

She was about to say his name to greet him when she realized she had forgotten his name as well.

The fastest way to remember people in war is by remembering their abilities, so she said directly:

"Are you the wind control expert?"

"Yes, wind-based warfare, wind-based warfare."

The two wars were matched based on the capabilities of the opposing side.

Chi Piao was exhausted after a day of learning to read. Just as she was about to go inside to wash up and go to bed, her colleague from the opposite side, who was in charge of wind control, suddenly asked:

"You went on a mission today too?"

Chi Piao nodded and then shook her head.

"Your mission, was it to capture people and take them to the organ farm, or to kill some people on the blacklist?"

He looked up, his eyes filled with an indescribable weariness.

Chi Piao showed the literacy book in his hand and said:
"I'm uneducated, so my boss taught me to read first."

Feng Shiman asked uncertainly:
"After learning to read, he went to kill people?"

Chi Piao shook her head again and said:

"He was a strategist. He said he wouldn't go outside and that studying was very important."

Feng Shiman was stunned for a moment:

"Wait a minute, is your boss a strategist?"

Chi Piao nodded:

"Yes, he told me to protect him and do what he asked me to do."

Feng Shiman's gaze towards her was filled with complex emotions and envy:
"...Did you know that this building is basically full of thugs from the mind control branch?"

Those who specialize in mind control are all driven by an insatiable desire for control. They forcibly manipulate minds, humiliate individuals, and disregard the dignity of their thugs, thus cultivating the most obedient subordinates.

Feng Shiman had clearly been through something. After realizing that this person couldn't empathize with him, he stopped talking. He lowered his head listlessly and continued to sip the plain water in his mug.

Chi Piao scratched his head and went back to his room.

Although she sensed something was off from the atmosphere in the building, she still couldn't truly grasp the nature of this force.

until--

(End of this chapter)