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Chapter 156 The Salvation Society's Trap, The Fifth Child (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Three days later, you will travel to London to carry out our Salvation Society's first mission abroad."

As he spoke, the professor took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his white coat.

“London…” Ji Minghuan murmured to herself.

"Yes."

The mentor nodded in response while tearing open the cigarette box with his fingertips, opening the case, and taking out a cigarette.

Ji Minghuan rested her chin on her hand, glanced at the cigarette in her mentor's hand, then at the plastic sheet on the table, and said casually, "I've lived for more than ten years and I've never been abroad even once. I never thought that my first trip abroad would be because you guys were dragging me there. How boring."

He lowered his eyes, looking at his rather excessively long fingernails, and thought to himself: Ke Qirui's information is correct: the Red Light Society has appeared in London... Is her source of information the same as the Salvation Society?
If they come from the same source, then the Salvation Society's influence must have also infiltrated the Exorcist Association—but that's not surprising, since the Salvation Society has infiltrated Rainbow Wing, let alone the Exorcist Association.

From this perspective, the only organization among the major powers that might not have been infiltrated by the Salvation Society is "Lake Hunter".

An organization like the Lake Hunt, whose members are selected through a long lineage and carefully chosen by their families, would never allow outsiders like the Salvation Society to infiltrate.

The instructor took out a lighter from another pocket, put the cigarette in his mouth, leaned close to the flame to light it, took a deep drag, and then exhaled a puff of white smoke.

He held the cigarette between his fingers and casually said, "Actually, there's nothing good about foreign countries either."

"So, the Salvation Society's base is in China?" Ji Minghuan asked every day.

"Maybe?"

The professor adjusted the frame of his glasses on his nose and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Hey... let's make this clear first, I can't do anything. At most, I can throw a couple of pebbles at someone in a fight," Ji Minghuan emphasized. "If, by any chance, you impose too many restrictions on the other kids and cause this operation to fail, then you can't blame me."

He looked away: "After all, I'm just a mummy, you know? I can't help."

"It's alright." The mentor smiled slightly, unconcerned. "You just need to observe. We will ensure that no accidents occur during this mission."

"Oh, that's good." Ji Minghuan turned her head to look at the cigarette in his hand and asked with a hint of curiosity, "You actually smoke? I thought you were the kind of refined beast who neither smokes nor drinks."

"We're all adults, and we all need a way to relieve stress. Sex, cigarettes, and alcohol are all similar things. Everyone knows they're bad, but in life, we inevitably need these things to relieve our worries."

As he spoke, the mentor coughed twice, drank a cup of warm water from his thermos, and then said while screwing on the lid, "I only recently learned how to smoke."

"It seems you're under a lot of pressure."

Ji Minghuan explained the source of this pressure as follows.

The professor put the lighter back in his white coat pocket, a smile playing on his lips, and remarked with a touch of emotion:
"Being assigned by superiors to take care of a child who could destroy the world at any moment, how could the pressure not be immense?"

Ji Minghuan tilted his head. "Seeing how pitiful you are, could you let your superiors talk to me? I promise I'll give them a good scolding and see if I spit in the face of these idiots."

“It’s not convenient for them to see you.” The mentor shook his head. “But when you can stably control your power, they will see you and congratulate you on ‘graduating’ from the Salvation Society.”

"I almost believed what you said, but how about we talk about something else..." Ji Minghuan thought for a moment, "How many children are going on this mission? Is it just the four of us?"

There are five in total.

Hearing this, Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to look at her mentor: "Five?"

He counted on his fingers: "Me, Kong Youling, Firio, Sun Changkong, that makes four people."

At this point, he looked up and tentatively asked, "Who is the fifth child? Is it the 'very dangerous guy' you mentioned before?"

“No,” the mentor shook his head, “that ‘dangerous guy’ is not stable enough yet, so we can’t let him leave this research institute with peace of mind just yet.”

"Who is the fifth person?" Ji Minghuan asked.

“We all call him 'Mario',” the mentor said. “Mario is an exorcist; you’ll meet him in a couple of days.”

"The exorcist, what is his Heavenly Drive?"

"Game console."

"Game console? What type of game console?"

"Handheld game," the mentor said calmly. "If placed in the Exorcist Association's Sky Drive rating system, Mario's Sky Drive would likely receive an SSS rating, the highest level of evaluation... He's an unprecedented genius among exorcists, though... he's still far inferior to you."

"Oh? That powerful?" Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow. "What can his Sky Chaser do?"

"Mario's Sky Drive can pull people around him into a random game scene and control various elements in the scene, such as game characters that appear in the scene, or some controllable environmental props in the scene... For example, if the loaded scene is Jurassic World, he can control dinosaurs to bite and kill opponents; if the loaded scene is an empty mountain, he can control a boulder to roll down the mountain and crush enemies into a pulp."

"That sounds pretty impressive," Ji Minghuan exclaimed, then asked, "After he grows up, can he compare to that 'Lake Hunter' you mentioned?"

"Of course... Lake Hunters are only one in a hundred years, but an exorcist genius like Mario probably only appears once every few hundred years."

"Oh," Ji Minghuan said, "Then what is this 'SkyDriver' we're trying to catch, the one that's supposed to be a traffic light? It's not a 'streetlight,' is it?"

“That’s right,” the mentor said. “Red Light’s Sky Chaser is just like his nickname, a street lamp.” He paused. “His fighting style is exceptionally brutal. According to the information we have, he likes to grab a street lamp pole and swing the lamp to smash his opponent’s forehead.”

Ji Minghuan clicked his tongue and gasped.

He leaned back, resting his back against the chair, clasped his hands together in front of his abdomen, and then looked up at his mentor: "So it seems like all I need to do is follow them around and do nothing?"

“That’s right… if nothing unexpected happens, that’s how it is.” “Then why don’t you try removing the power suppressant on me, and this collar? Maybe the power you’ve been dreaming of will suddenly awaken?”

"Unfortunately, I can't do that."

"Then what is the point of letting me out?"

“We’re testing your abilities, but not just for you; we also need to test the stability of the other children.” The mentor paused. “In my eyes, you are all equally important.”

Ji Minghuan silently gazed into his mentor's eyes, thinking to himself that if the Salvation Society knew that his supernatural abilities had already awakened, then they might indeed be testing him in this way...

From this perspective, the Salvation Society released his true form with the intention of nipping the "things" he created in the bud before his powers were fully unleashed.

His true form is the bait:
The Salvation Society resorted to this desperate measure to ensure he wouldn't escape.

Therefore, if he keeps staring at his own body, he will have completely fallen into the Salvation Society's trap.

What he should be doing is not thinking about how to take his own body away, but rather how to get the Salvation Society ahead of him and take away that crazed exorcist.

In this way, the core objectives of the two sides are no longer aligned.

The Salvation Society's focus this time was "testing whether his superpowers had awakened," not capturing Red Light; Ji Minghuan's focus was "stealing Red Light," not rescuing his own body from the Salvation Society.

"As long as I catch the red light and take him away, I can later use the Black Chrysalis's 'Binding Belt Mantra' to get information about the Salvation Society from him... No matter how much or how little this information is, it should help my escape operation in the future."

"But if you rush things at this point, everything will be over."

"I am not strong enough to fight against the Salvation Society. Acting rashly will only cost me my life and even drag those around me down with me."

"My goal must be clear: to snatch the red light before the Salvation Church, and then safely evacuate London. Once I've set my goal, I cannot waver no matter what happens along the way, or I'll fall into their trap..."

Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan took a deep breath, shifted her gaze, and changed the subject:

"You said I wouldn't see Mario for another two days, does that mean when the mission starts?"

“No, we’ll arrange it in a couple of days.” The mentor smiled. “Mario is a withdrawn child. Unlike the other kids here, he doesn’t crave a friend. His only interest is in all sorts of video games.”

"That sounds really plausible," Ji Minghuan exclaimed. "Could he let me travel into the world of Pokémon? I'd like to collect a few Poké Balls and become a Pokémon Master."

"In theory, any game scene you can imagine can be brought to life by him."

"No wonder you've locked me up here."

"There's no way around it, it's our duty."

After saying that, the mentor stood up from his chair and put his hands behind his back. "Your friends have arrived."

He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted at Ji Minghuan with a smile, and then slowly walked toward the exit of the detention cell.

Ji Minghuan watched her mentor's back as he left, touched the plate with her little hand, put two pieces of nougat into her mouth, and then used the remote control on the table to turn on the TV.

The disc playing in the CD player was "Robot's Dream," a book he hadn't finished watching yesterday.

Before long, the metal door opened again, and the white-haired girl was the first to arrive, as always.

The corridor lights were bright, and she lowered her eyes, stumbling over like a round-headed penguin.

She sat down opposite Ji Minghuan and looked up at him curiously from her notebook.

“I have a TV now.” Ji Minghuan looked into her eyes and pointed to the TV on the ground with her chin. “We can watch cartoons together, just like in the orphanage.”

Kong Youling followed his gaze to the television in the corner, paused for a moment, and then wrote in her notebook: "That's good."

She had watched countless movies and TV dramas, and even sketched the plots of these works in a notebook. She planned to share the stories she had watched with Ji Minghuan when she met him, along with her drawings.

But to her surprise, there was already a television in his bedroom. Thinking of this, Kong Youling closed the notebook carefully, not wanting Ji Minghuan to discover the "homework" she had done.

Otherwise, he would definitely call her an idiot.

A short while later, the metal door opened again.

Then a red-haired girl wearing a baseball cap strode in with an air of authority, as if this were her own paradise. Every step she took was incredibly confident, her red hair swaying behind her head.

She was humming the tune of the Doraemon theme song.

But as soon as she stepped inside, she saw Ji Minghuan and a white-haired girl sitting on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, intently watching television.

The two would occasionally discuss the plot of the animated film "Robot Dream" in their notebooks.

The white-haired girl wrote in her notebook: "The little robot is so pitiful. It has been lying on the beach for so long, and no one has found it."

Ji Minghuan took the notebook and pencil and wrote on it: "I've read it twice. This little radish has found a new owner."

Sun Changkong was stunned for a moment, stopped humming, and his smug expression disappeared, leaving only an awkward feeling of visiting relatives.

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