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At the time, he didn't pay much attention, thinking to himself, "What bear could be more precious than me? I'm a dragon, okay? Don't you know that all Chinese people are descendants of the dragon, and all my descendants?"

Six months later, when he started kindergarten, he learned in a class about small animals that the chubby creature he had eaten at the zoo was actually a national treasure. He realized he had gotten himself into big trouble and cowered at home, trembling with fear, tears welling up in his eyes. He missed school for two whole days, constantly wondering whether he should turn himself in.

Finally, he spent two yuan at the zoo to buy a few photos of the panda's remains, placed them by his bedside every day, breathed out a small flame to light a cigarette, and silently knelt down on the ground to kowtow and worship it, as a sign of his repentance.

Years later, he had matured considerably. Whenever he recalled those unbearable memories, he would toss and turn in bed, his face flushed, unable to fall asleep. In the end, he blamed all his conflicted feelings on Ke Yinzhi, thinking to himself, "It's all your fault, you bastard, for leaving me at the zoo. Otherwise, how could I have done such an idiotic thing?"

“Yes, my brother is coming back tonight.” Ke Xiaomo’s voice interrupted Ke Yongzhu’s thoughts. He continued, “Mom and Dad have also prepared a big meal. Let’s hurry home.”

After saying that, he put his arm around their shoulders and walked towards the subway exit, the four of them gradually disappearing into the crowd.

After seeing his siblings exit the subway station, Ke Mingye also left through another exit and then turned into an alley in the old Jingmai neighborhood.

He glanced at his phone; it was already 7:30 PM. He still had half an hour before his appointment with Bai Qiuwu at the No. 7 overpass, so he could make it in time.

So he released the trickster doll from the alley, and then the two walked in different directions, disappearing into the deep shadows.

Twenty minutes later, as Ke Mingye arrived home, the trickster doll also swung up to the top of the No. 7 overpass using the web launcher, squatted on the railing, and quietly waited for the newcomer.

Soon, as a sliver of moonlight emerged from the fish-scale-like clouds, the first rays of moonlight fell upon the city, and a strange figure appeared in the sky above the overpass.

He wore a monkey mask, a black hood, and a silver-and-black metallic trench coat that billowed in the biting wind above Beijing. He held a long staff upright behind his back, and his feet trod upon a shimmering black cloud like a lake.

At this moment, his pupils behind the mask were gleaming with a violent crimson light, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

The trickster puppet rose from the bridge railing, grinned at her, and said:

"You've arrived, Black Wukong. I've been waiting for you for so long."

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Chapter 49 Uninvited Guest

On the night of June 20, the No. 7 elevated highway around Beijing.

This viaduct was abandoned by the authorities several years ago due to structural safety hazards.

Police set up barriers at the entrance, strictly prohibiting vehicles from entering. The streetlights that could be seen every 25 meters on the overpass were now dim, and the only light source was the bright moon hanging in the night sky.

The deep moonlight shone down, and every street lamp gleamed with a cold light, casting long, thin shadows on the empty road, like demons blowing chilly air.

Above the desolate and cold overpass, the doll had just gotten up from the railing when it discovered that the area within ten meters around it was completely enveloped by a layer of crimson-gold flames, as if it were a pig cage immersed in molten lava.

The doll stood on the bridge railing, slowly looking around.

The air on the overpass was heating up rapidly. His thin body twisted and swayed faintly in the white steam rising from the road, like the strange human figure in Edvard Munch's painting "The Scream," as if it might be annihilated in the hot wind at any moment.

"Samadhi True Fire?" Ke Mingye thought, "So this ability is also included in the scope of Sun Wukong's path... I've really learned something new. I've never seen my older sister use this move on the dark web before. She's serious now."

Black Wukong stood atop a raging cloud in the moonlit sky, surveying the puppet trapped in the Samadhi True Fire from above. His scarlet pupils held no emotion whatsoever, like a warden looking at prisoners in a cell.

She took a cell phone out of the pocket of her metal coat, quickly typed in the notes app, and then turned the screen toward the doll.

The sign above read: "You lied to me. I waited for you for a long time at that Western restaurant."

The doll raised its empty eyes to look at her, tilted its head, and said:

"I know you're angry, but can you not be so fierce?"

The cold gaze behind the Black Wukong mask seemed to have replaced any verbal response. She extended the dark gold staff that was standing behind her and pointed the staff at the doll's head.

Immediately afterwards, even the shaft of the stick faintly glowed with a layer of crimson-gold flames, like a torch used for execution.

"What is this, Samadhi Fire? Looks like you're planning to roast me and eat me..."

The doll shrugged and said, "Making such a commotion over the city will get you here soon. I suggest you put out these annoying fires, and then we can have a proper chat."

Seeing that the other party did not react, it reached out and touched the Samadhi True Fire that was burning on the bridge railing. Its entire left hand was instantly burned away by the flames and disappeared completely.

"It's so hot! It's so hot! It's killing me! It's so hot!"

The puppet shouted dramatically while swinging its severed arm, stomping its right foot on the overpass surface. Then, in the next second, it returned to calm, raised its hands high, lowered its empty gaze, and stared at the other person with a deep, melancholic look.

He said, "I was just kidding, it's not hot at all. You could burn me to death, and I'd allow you to..."

The doll paused, then drawled, "But then you'll never know the truth, never know why I know your identity, and... that your sister, Bai Zini, is the magical girl Ash."

Upon hearing the name "Bai Zini," Black Wukong's pupils were instantly covered by crimson-gold flames, but that flame vanished in an instant.

She narrowed her eyes, remaining calm, and a cold voice came from behind the mask: "Tell me, who exactly are you?"

"So you've finally stopped typing on your phone?" the doll grinned. "That's just burying your head in the sand. I know perfectly well who you are."

"Stop talking nonsense and answer my question..."

As Black Wukong spoke in a deep voice, the fire on the overpass burned even more fiercely.

“My name is ‘Strange Thing,’ I’m unemployed, and I just became disabled.”

The doll spoke, raising its severed arm and waving it in front of Black Goku's eyes, "Look, I only have one hand left, my life is ruined. It's all your fault, is this what a superhero should do?"

“This is not your body. You are just a puppet, or a machine,” Black Wukong said coldly.

"Oh, you figured it out." The doll raised a non-existent eyebrow and said, "Yes, that's why I came to see you without any restraint."

"What exactly is your purpose?"

"I just want to be your friend."

"Are you kidding me?" Black Wukong asked, almost emphasizing each word.

"No, I'm very lonely, so I need friends."

The doll raised a finger and said in a low voice, "Listen, I have a special ability that allows me to see the identities of everyone in the world and the truth hidden behind them. So, on the bus... I recognized you at a glance. You are the 'Black Wukong' from TV."

He paused, then asked, "Oh, by the way... you usually bind your right hand and the golden cudgel with chains when you appear, why not this time?"

"Because I came here prepared to kill you."

"I knew it... So you usually wear that chain on your hands to remind yourself to stop in time and not kill people, right?" the doll asked.

"It seems you know me quite well." Black Wukong's gaze was indifferent.

"Of course, I can see the anger in your eyes. A psychic is truly a terrifying existence... Has your humanity been unconsciously distorted by the so-called gods, becoming like this... gloomy, furious, and strange? And from some day onwards, did you gradually find yourself no longer like yourself? You began to lose control of the raging anger in your heart, and you began to fear losing control, so... you picked up that chain and tightly wrapped it around your arm, as well as that so-called golden cudgel."

The puppet spoke in a deep voice, its empty gaze fixed on the eyes behind the Black Monkey King mask. Their eyes met in the firelight.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Man presumptuously desires the power of God, only to be devoured in return. How presumptuous of him, isn't he?"

Black Wukong took a deep breath and slowly asked, "Just how much do you know?"

Ke Mingye thought for half a second before starting his classic nonsense and deception.

"I think I know everything in this world."

The doll gazed at the brightly lit city, its expression somber, and said, “But that’s why I’m so lonely. You know, I’m so lonely I almost want to kill myself. Knowing a lot isn’t always a good thing. I often try to empty my mind, but I can’t. The information floods into my brain like a tidal wave, choking me.”

Black Wukong was silent for a moment: "So you approached me just because it was fun?"

"Of course, I won't harm your family, nor will I harm you, nor will I interfere with your family relationships, but..." the doll said, "If you don't become friends with me, then I'll become friends with those big bad guys."

He paused for a moment: "Maybe one day they'll suddenly ask me, 'Do you know who Black Wukong's true form is?' and then I'll reveal your name, along with all your family members."

Black Wukong's gaze sharpened behind the mask. She stepped onto the surging clouds beneath her feet and arrived directly in front of the puppet, raising her golden cudgel and pressing it against its neck.

"You dare?" she said coldly.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I don't want to... as long as you're willing to be my friend."

The doll covered its face with its hands, tilted its neck, and slowly lowered its face, its voice as low as a drowning dog.

“Listen, madam, I’m not a bad guy. It’s just… I’m just so lonely that this is the only way I can get your attention.”

Black Wukong remained silent for a long time, then leaned closer to its face and stared into its empty eyes.

"You are a monster..."

“Oh, I admit that, otherwise your sister wouldn’t have called me ‘weird thing’,” the doll said dejectedly.

"Wait, is this the name she gave you?" Black Wukong's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

“Yes, you can go ask her,” the doll muttered to itself. “It’s a good name, isn’t it?”

Just then, a mocking voice with a strong mechanical magnetism suddenly came from behind the two of them, rang out unexpectedly on the overpass.

"You guys are having a lot of fun. Can I join you? You'd better put out the fire first; this thing doesn't seem to welcome me."

Following the source of the sound, the two turned their heads at the same time. Through the swaying curtain of flames, they could see a figure slowly walking from the other end of the overpass, the sound of footsteps echoing on the deathly silent overpass.

Looking up, the uninvited guest was dressed in a jet-black swallowtail coat and wore a sharply defined mask. A striking blood-red "V" was embedded in the center of the mask, while the rest was covered in black.

At this moment, his information also entered Ke Mingye's mind through the doll's eyes.

Character Code Name: Black Judge

[Strength Rating: A++]

There will be a chapter later.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 50 The Number One