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Chapter 256 Pinky Promise, Funeral, Progress of the Split (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Ji Minghuan closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and when he told the neon sign on the cake his birthday wish, the children in hospital gowns standing around him were stunned.

"Why is your wish for everyone to survive?" Sun Changkong looked at the cake, then at Ji Minghuan. "What a strange wish. Why are we dying?"

"Because if I really do destroy the world in the future, as my mentor says, then no one will survive, right?"

As Ji Minghuan spoke, she opened her eyes and looked at Sun Changkong's freckles with annoyance.

The moment the birthday candles were blown out, the warm light shining on them dimmed.

Instead, cool-toned lights shone down from the ceiling.

Their faces returned to their usual deathly pale. The children had never seen any other color of light in the base; the lights in the detention cells, like the instructors' clothes, were too starkly white, always reminding them of the smell of disinfectant.

"Who said that?!" Sun Changkong raised his head and retorted confidently, "If that day ever comes, I can use my somersault cloud to take you all to outer space!"

“Oh, that makes sense.” Ji Minghuan nodded. “But will the mentors really let you go to outer space? If I lose control one day, they will definitely make you stop me, instead of letting you run away.”

He tugged at the metal collar, raised his hand to rub his neck, and rolled his eyes. "He sent you to be the first to give me a whack, and then you'd all be dead."

"Don't talk nonsense... You don't look like someone who would do bad things." Sun Changkong muttered, as if he was about to throw down the birthday cake in his hand and lean over to give him a hard shake on the shoulder.

“Who knows…after all, he’s rated R.” Mario said while playing Ace Attorney on his Switch.

Kong Youling wanted to write something, but didn't know what to write, so she gently tugged at Ji Minghuan's sleeve.

“Yeah, if I really didn’t lose control, my mentor wouldn’t have locked me up here.” Ji Minghuan reached out and scratched the bridge of her nose.

Philo had been silent for some time, his gaze fixed on the cake in Sun Changkong's hand. He licked his lips, his ears and beastly eyes perked up, like a wild creature spotting its prey.

Then, he pulled out a plastic knife from somewhere, and with a swift motion, cut the cake into six pieces. He then took out six plastic forks and stuck them into the cut pieces, lifting up only his own piece and putting it into his mouth.

The children around them were all stunned, especially Shang Xiaochi. She was a newcomer to the rescue team and had never gone on a mission with the other children before, so she didn't know how powerful they were.

"Wow, that's amazing... No wonder it's our Savior Team's big dog. Other people's cats can do backflips, but we not only have a big dog that can cut cakes, but also a penguin that can draw." Ji Minghuan belatedly clapped her hands.

Kong Youling puffed out her cheeks slightly, holding her notebook, and glanced at him indifferently.

"I'll take mine first."

Mario took the cake, put it on the ground, and focused on playing his video game. Occasionally, as if eating dessert, he would scoop up some cream with a plastic spoon and put it in his mouth.

"I've been holding the cake for so long, and you won't even let me eat it first!" Sun Changkong said.

Sun Changkong's hands finally had a moment of peace after watching Kong Youling and Shang Xiaochi take the cake away. She reluctantly put the plate down on the ground and took a small piece of cake from the cardboard box.

It was the first time for both Kong Youling and Sun Changkong to eat a birthday cake. The two huddled together and ate quietly, their red eyes shining.

Shang Xiaochi sat alone on the swing again, staring blankly at the cake, as if thinking that eating the cake would create ties with other people, which was not in line with her usual way of dealing with people.

"If one day our mentor orders you to kill me, would you do it?" Ji Minghuan suddenly asked.

“No.” Philio shook his head decisively. “Ji Minghuan, you are my first friend.”

"Who would ask such a question on their own birthday?" Sun Changkong licked the cream off his cheek, raised his fiery red eyebrows, and looked at Ji Minghuan with annoyance.

"Just asking casually." Ji Minghuan put the cream in his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "Actually, I think the mentor trained you guys so that one day I would really lose control and go berserk, and then you would work together to take me down."

He nodded, and said seriously, "Then you will be a true 'savior team'."

"Ji Minghuan, we won't let that happen, otherwise the Salvation Society will have no reason to exist." The mentor's voice came through the broadcast into the park.

The weather remained warm and calm, but as soon as he finished speaking, the entire children's playground fell into a deathly silence, with only the game sound effects from Mario's Switch ringing out incessantly.

"This is the first time I've ever eaten a birthday cake... I've never known that cake could be so delicious, but I think it's also because you guys are here with me," Sun Changkong said softly. "Even the best food doesn't taste as good when you're eating it alone."

As she spoke, she put down the cake she was eating halfway through, suddenly ran up to Ji Minghuan, and held out her little finger to him.

"What are you going to do?" Ji Minghuan stared blankly at her, the fork covered in cream in her mouth.

"Pinky promise." Sun Changkong glared. "You said you'd celebrate my birthday again, but my birthday is still a long, long way off, so until then... let's all be well."

“But in cartoons, characters who say things like that usually die,” Ji Minghuan said.

After he said that, the other children in the cell all gave him a disdainful look.

Sun Changkong was taken aback, then shook his head, his fiery red hair swaying as he said seriously, "I don't care, I'm a country kid, I've seen all kinds of cartoons, so it doesn't matter to me!"

"Alright, then I'll reluctantly pinky swear with you." Ji Minghuan said, reaching out to pick up the wolf tail on the ground, hooking the furry tail around Sun Changkong's little finger, and shaking it. "Pinky promise, hang yourself, never to change for a hundred years."

Sun Changkong got annoyed and slapped Filio's tail away. Filio innocently picked up his tail and looked at the two of them with the half-eaten cake in his hand.

"Give me your hand." Her face darkened, and she stared intently at Ji Minghuan with her head lowered.

"Why are you being so fierce? Just give me your hand."

Sun Changkong took his hand, spread out one little finger, and hooked it.

The two made a pinky promise.

“The liar…” Sun Changkong muttered softly, then suddenly stepped forward, gently hugged Ji Minghuan, and immediately let go of him. He slowly raised his head, staring into Ji Minghuan’s eyes, “He wants to swallow a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand needles.”

Besides Kong Youling writing angrily, the surrounding children clapped and exclaimed "Wow!"

The somersault cloud descended from the sky, knocking them over one after another like rolling bowling balls. Everyone lay sprawled on the ground, scraggly like overturned pins, cake smeared all over their faces. Only Shang Xiaochi, who was on the swing, escaped unscathed.

She shuddered in fright, quickly protecting the cake and watching the Somersault Cloud with trepidation.

Afterwards, the instructor sent someone to deliver a new cake, and the noise in the amusement park finally stopped. After the new cake was divided up, it was almost time, and the experimenters took turns picking up the children. Ji Minghuan was the last one to leave again.

The experimenter, wearing a white lab coat, stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching him from the entrance of the amusement park.

Ji Minghuan lay motionless on the sand, glancing at the swaying swing and then at the silvery-white ceiling. The light was blinding, so he raised his hand to shield his eyes. After a long while, he stretched out his little finger and stared blankly at it, which was still slightly warm.

He knew that when he stormed the Salvation Society a month later, it was inevitable that he would face off against the children of the Salvation Squad.

But considering that everyone was celebrating their birthdays at the base not long ago and even made a pinky promise, and soon they were going to fight each other to the death, would Sun Changkong call him a traitor then?
No... she might not even have the chance to know the truth.

Because Ji Minghuan would never let the Salvation Society know that he was the one who brought those forces from outside.

And the mentor has brainwashed these kids too thoroughly. Maybe even when Sun Changkong is on his deathbed, she'll still think she's protecting him, trying to use the Golden Cudgel to drive away the bad guys…

He suddenly felt tired, wiped the cream off his face, lay down on the sand, and closed his eyes. The cold light pierced his eyelids, and he drifted off to sleep in a daze.

When Ji Minghuan woke up the next day, he found himself moved to a detention cell. He got out of bed, yawned, and smacked his lips as he looked at the television that was lit in the darkness.

"Today is the day to say goodbye to my brother. He's going to New York, and I should also make some arrangements for Black Chrysalis's schedule."

He thought to himself, then lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and slowly synchronized his consciousness with the No. 1 machine.

[Welcome back. The perspective of Unit 1, "Black Chrysalis," has been loaded.]

Your official wanted level has been upgraded from "C" to "B", and your notoriety has increased. (When your notoriety reaches a certain level, you will have a chance to receive a skill point as a reward.)

He manipulated Gu Wenyu to get out of bed and glanced at the time on the wall.

It's 8 a.m. on August 6th. Gu Qiye is about to leave, and then he will be all alone at home.

The problem is that, unlike the troupe in Unit 2, his Unit 1 doesn't have an electronic pet that can arrange flights for him at any time.

Using the identity of "Gu Wenyu," it would be very difficult to go to the United States with Gu Qiye without arousing suspicion.

Then he thought of someone. He scratched his head, picked up his spare phone, opened his contacts, and sent her a message.

[Black Chrysalis: Miss Ke Qirui, do you have a ride for me?]

Shortly after, a response came from the other party in the chat box.

[Ke Qirui: What are you going to do?]

[Black Chrysalis: I'm going to America to accompany a good friend to New York.]

[Ke Qirui: Gu Qiye?]

[Black Chrysalis: That's right, he joined Rainbow Wings.]

[Ke Qirui: Was your approach to him related to the Salvation Society?]

[Black Chrysalis: Yes, you could say this is the closest we've ever come to the truth.]

[Ke Qirui: I understand. By the way, you're not some underage brat, are you? You need my help to even go abroad.]

[Black Chrysalis: Of course not. Actually, I get airsick; I'm better off on trains.]

[Black Chrysalis: And besides Miss Ke's train demon, what other train in the world could take me from China to America?]

[Black Chrysalis: Anyway, I might need you to be my driver periodically from now on, which I don't think should be difficult for you.]

[Ke Qirui: This is also helping myself, after all... we're already in the police station.]

[Black Chrysalis: Yes, from the bureau.]

[Black Chrysalis: Capital, you've won; Salvation Society, you've won.]

[Ke Qirui: See you tonight. I'll drive you to New York first. We can talk about the funeral in a few days.]

[Ke Qirui: I'm in a meeting with the Lake Hunting team right now, I have to go.]

[Black Chrysalis: Okay, you can help them out. The Nian Beast King is indeed not so easy to deal with.]

[Ke Qirui: Wow, you really do know everything, you even know about the Nian beast?]

[Black Chrysalis: Of course, otherwise how could I be a qualified intelligence broker?]

[Ke Qirui: Are you coming to Lin Zhengquan's funeral?]

Gu Wenyu was taken aback for a moment, then typed a reply.

[Black Chrysalis: If you'd like to invite me, of course, I could. After all, you might meet some interesting people at a funeral.]

After sending the message, Ji Minghuan brought up the system panel, found the option to create a new game character, and then a red and black prompt box popped up in front of her.

[Currently holding 13 split points, requiring 3 more split points to create the next game character. Unit 4 is currently being generated...]

"Unit 4 is almost here. Either take out the Ripper or the Rainbow Wing. Just push the main lines of the two units together and we'll have enough split points..." Ji Minghuan yawned, thinking casually.

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