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Chapter 299 Zeus, Implanted Fragments, The Promise in the Corridor (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The somersault cloud floated slowly up and down at the bottom of the silvery-white ceiling.

Meanwhile, Ji Minghuan and Sun Changkong were sitting blankly on the cloud top, shoulder to shoulder with Penguin Broadcast.

Looking down, they saw a boy in a hospital gown kowtowing repeatedly to them on the silvery-white floor.

The boy's forehead was already red, and tears kept streaming down his face, but he didn't stop kowtowing. The "thump-thump" sound never stopped, making Sun Changkong's heart pound.

She opened her eyes wide, grabbed Ji Minghuan's shoulders, and stammered, "Ji Minghuan, he's like a zombie! The zombie movie we watched together last time didn't have anything this weird..."

“I don’t know either,” Ji Minghuan shook her head. “He’s so strange, I feel like something’s not right…”

He peeked out from the edge of the somersault cloud, raised his eyebrows, and silently watched the boy kneeling on the ground.

"Don't leave me, don't leave me alone, I don't want to be locked up there, I don't want to be pinned down on the bed."

The boy kowtowed and shouted, "When I'm alone, those voices in my head become very loud. I don't want to be alone. Don't be afraid of me."

Sun Changkong propelled the Somersault Cloud forward, and for every foot Sun Changkong floated forward, the boy would quickly crawl forward one foot as well.
As he crawled back a foot, the boy also crawled back a foot, his face always shrouded in the shadow of the somersault cloud.

“This guy’s brain is definitely broken.” Sun Changkong frowned, his bright red eyebrows furrowing. “But he looks so pitiful.”

“Of course he’s pitiful. Myths and legends aren’t so easy to handle,” Ji Minghuan said. “He’s just a child.”

He paused for a moment: "Moreover, it's possible that the mythical wonder within him was forced upon him by someone else, which is why he had such a strong rejection reaction."

Sun Changkong was taken aback: "You're forcing it on him?"

Ji Minghuan remained silent and did not answer her question.

"Please, those sounds are so loud. The thunder, the rain, it sounds like someone is yelling at me... I just want some peace and quiet, can you make me quiet... Only you can quiet them down, I need you, I need you." Tears streamed down the boy's face as he kowtowed and shouted at the person on the somersault cloud. A fawning smile played on his lips, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Ji Minghuan was stunned.

After a while, the boy's wailing, which was choked with sobs, suddenly stopped.

Instead, there was a scream, a scream that abruptly stopped.

Suddenly, a powerful electric current surged from the collar around his neck. The boy convulsed, then fainted, collapsing to the ground with his eyelids rolled back.

Then the metal door opened, and the experimenter, wearing a white lab coat, strode in with a cold and stern expression.

"Clap, clap..." Amidst the rhythmic footsteps, they picked up the boy from the ground and carried him out of the cell.

The cell was deathly silent. Only after watching the boy being dragged out by the test subjects did Sun Changkong slowly release Ji Minghuan.

She lowered her head, her eyebrows drooping, and muttered:

"This person is so strange."

“Yes,” Ji Minghuan said softly, “Forget it, let’s ignore him. He’ll probably be locked up by his mentor for a long time.”

Just then, the instructor's voice came through the broadcasting equipment.

"I'm sorry, Ji Minghuan, Xiao Kong, I didn't expect him to still be like this. He had told me... never mind." He hesitated before continuing.

Ji Minghuan thought for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Is his erratic behavior due to the influence of Zeus?"

“Yes, fragments of mythical tales will more or less retain the consciousness of mythical figures,” the mentor explained. “We have done everything we can to help him. In order to prevent him from being too lonely, we have been providing him with psychological counseling, hoping that he can appear in front of you in a normal way so that you will not reject him.”

He lowered his voice at this point, "But we still failed. The child was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and only a large dose of sedatives could calm him down for a little while."

"Let me ask you a question: Why aren't Shang Xiaochi and Sun Changkong like him?"

Before the mentor could answer, Ji Minghuan sighed: "Is it because they were actively chosen by the fragments of strange tales, while you... forcibly inserted the fragment of Zeus into that child's body and then treated him as a test subject?"

A sudden silence fell over the cell, and Sun Changkong was also slightly taken aback.

Ji Minghuan shrugged and said casually:

"Because he's an experiment, you don't need to name him. Once he dies, extract the fragments and implant them into the next child until a suitable container is found, isn't that right?"

Sun Changkong was stunned. She wanted to say that her mentor would not do such a thing, but when she recalled what the boy had said earlier, she suddenly stopped talking and frowned slightly.

"No, Zeus approached him of his own accord. We wouldn't be so cruel..."

Ji Minghuan interrupted him, lowering her eyes and asking:
"what is his name?"

“He doesn’t have a name. But he’s always wanted one, yet he’s very picky and doesn’t like the names we’ve given him,” the tutor said softly after a moment of silence.

“Let’s wait until he’s a little more stable before letting him come to see us,” Ji Minghuan said softly. “We can give him a name. It’s better to have a name. It’s so pitiful for someone to be on the verge of death without even knowing their own name.”

To be honest, Ji Minghuan didn't want to lead a large group of men to the Salvation Society, only to run into this nameless, unlucky guy and kill him without even knowing what was going on.

How pitiful he is! At least give him a name. That way, after everything is over, we can pretend to put up a tombstone for him.

Sun Changkong thought for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head.

She said, "Although I was a little scared, I think he was just too lonely. I used to be like that too... I always felt so lonely that I was about to die, so when I saw someone, I wanted to hug him tightly and not let him run away."

“Yes, he’s innocent, just unlucky,” the mentor said, sighing softly. “Thank you for being so understanding of this child. I was always worried that he was too special to fit in.”

Ji Minghuan suddenly fell silent.

He knew, of course, that the children imprisoned in the Salvation Society were innocent, just unlucky.

It is because of bad luck that they have been brainwashed since childhood and become weapons that can be used by others without realizing it, like a group of drowning people who are held down at the bottom of the sea but do not know that they are in the water.

But he also knew that he couldn't save everyone.

If these children really are all dead, then all he can do is try his best to remember them. After all, their entire childhood was spent in this bleak and desolate world. Their only companions were cold-blooded experimenters and that two-faced man.

If they die, perhaps no one in the world will remember them. To be forgotten is true death; it's not the same as having even one person who remembers them.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Sun Changkong suddenly asked.

"Is there any?"

"Are you scared?" Sun Changkong said. "That person has been chasing you."

"No, what's there to be afraid of?"

“I will protect you,” Sun Changkong said. “What prophet, what Zeus, if they dare to harm you, I will drive them all away, so don’t be afraid.”

"Are you an idiot?"

Ji Minghuan sighed, thinking to herself, "I'm still thinking about how to collect your body when the time comes. Idiot, stop protecting me all the time."

"The one who calls someone an idiot is the idiot."

"Bounce back."

"Ji Minghuan, do you know that you are my first friend?" Sun Changkong frowned, his bright red eyebrows furrowed.

"I know."

"Do you know that you are my best friend, and that I cherish you very much? You are very, very important to me?"

"I know."

“I wish I were that important to you, otherwise it wouldn’t be fair at all,” Sun Changkong said softly. “But you don’t seem to care about me at all.”

Ji Minghuan remained silent.

He thought to himself, "It's not that I don't take you seriously, but if I consider you a friend, what would I do if you came to me one day riding a somersault cloud and holding a golden cudgel?"
Am I supposed to pray that, even after being given a drug, I'll still have the strength to show mercy to someone who's been brainwashed and possesses a mythical anecdote?

No way, I'd be lucky if you didn't kill me with that stick.

Ji Minghuan suddenly realized that perhaps there was still room for redemption. When that day came, the mentor would naturally not allow Kong Youling to contact other children, because only Kong Youling could remove the mental imprints from their minds.

But perhaps the Monkey King could? Doesn't the Monkey King still reside in Sun Changkong's mind? If he awakens, could he help Sun Changkong break free of the mental imprint?

Seeing that Ji Minghuan remained silent for a long time, Sun Changkong lowered his eyebrows in disappointment.

"Fine... I'm ignoring you."

She turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

A moment later, Sun Changkong maneuvered his somersault cloud to descend to the ground.

After a moment of silence, the metal door in front of them rattled loudly again. Four children in hospital gowns stood in front of the door, and they rushed in.

Shang Xiaochi, with her hands behind her back, reluctantly raised her head and glanced at Ji Minghuan. "Oh, traitor."

Kong Youling looked around and wrote in her notebook: "Did someone just come by? It seems like... I just brushed past someone."

"Nobody's coming." Ji Minghuan shook his head, not really wanting to bring up Zeus with her.

“Let’s go to the amusement park, why are we here?” Mario looked up from his handheld game console and said, “Six people crammed into one room is unbearable.”

“But I want to watch a movie.” Sun Changkong raised his eyebrows. “Then let’s vote: go to the children’s playground or watch a movie here.”

“You talk like you understand movies,” Mario said. “You always pretend to know what you don’t.”

"What did you say? I never pretended to know what I didn't." Sun Changkong snapped.

"I'm not in the mood for a movie," Ji Minghuan suddenly said. "Let's go upstairs and play."

Sun Changkong was taken aback, then pouted: "Then let's not vote. Let's go, anyway I don't like watching movies."

Philio nodded, his wolf ears perking up. "Yeah, I want to play on the slide too."

They walked out of the cell. The experimenter led the way, leading the six children through a brightly lit corridor, as if walking through a hazy white mist.

The children couldn't see each other and walked unsteadily, occasionally bumping into each other's shoulders.

Ji Minghuan deliberately slowed her pace and came to Sun Changkong's side. He could tell where she was just by listening to her footsteps.

He gently tugged at her sleeve. "Moshi Moshi?"

"What?" She was stunned and wanted to look at him, but the bright light in the corridor made it impossible for her to open her eyes.

September 5th.

"what happened?"

"I remembered the birthday you just told me."

"oh oh."

"Pinky promise. You have to live to see my birthday, and if any bad guys come, you have to help me fight them off."

Sun Changkong was taken aback.

She stood there in a daze for a long, long time. In the dim light, only the sound of footsteps could be heard, and the footsteps of the two of them quietly overlapped.

A moment later, she reached out and tugged at his sleeve, saying softly:
"Yes, I promise you."

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(End of this chapter)