Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

By the time Jiang Yan brought the person and the cat out of the detention center, it was already pitch black.

He didn't scold them, and even made scallion buckwheat noodles for each of them and the cat. The two little ones sat around the table eating.

Xia Mu looks exactly like Xia Yangyang, but his features are more dashing.

When he eats noodles with chopsticks, he does so quietly, taking small bites.

"Has your Uncle Jiang's cooking improved again?" Jiang Yan asked as she untied her apron and sat down opposite him.

Fifteen years have passed, and wrinkles have appeared at the corners of his eyes. When he smiles, he has lost his fierceness and gained a more amiable air.

Xia Mu gave a thumbs up: "Your cooking skills are always excellent."

Through him, Jiang Yan seemed to see his mother again.

The bowl of noodles was quickly emptied, and Xia Mu looked up: "Uncle Jiang, I've finished my mission. Does the station have any more?"

Jiang Yan gets a headache just thinking about it.

"That's it. If you keep pushing yourself like this, you won't even need to work for the Supernatural Research and Prevention Bureau anymore. Just go and handle those routine murder and arson cases in City A."

Xia Mu nodded: "That works too."

If that's the case, he'll have to hide his identity and abilities, but he's also quite skilled in martial arts.

"What a load of rubbish! Look at those police officers, aren't they complaining that your Uncle Jiang is stealing their credit? You should try to build up some goodwill for your Uncle Jiang."

Xia Mu, like a wilted little log, slid under the table: "...Oh."

Jiang Yan then asked, "I heard from your homeroom teacher that you didn't get a score above 10 in any of your three main subjects—Chinese, Math, and English—this time. What happened?"

His voice was slightly stern and deep.

The little wooden figure in front of him jumped up from his seat and ran towards the door.

"I'm going to help Dr. Li study the serum—"

"return!"

Xia Mu, who had already grasped the doorknob, froze.

He dared not disobey Uncle Jiang.

Uncle Jiang had raised him; if it weren't for Uncle Jiang, he probably would have starved to death before he was even out of his swaddling clothes.

Xia Mu obediently stood back down, head bowed.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Yan smiled helplessly: "You brat, you've already given me enough samples of parasites. Success in biological research isn't something that can be achieved in a year or two."

"oh."

Since humans were infected by parasitic species on a large scale, the Institute of Paranormal Research and Prevention has begun to study serums to combat them.

However, the development speed of serum is far slower than the evolution speed of parasites.

Due to mutations caused by mutual cannibalism, the number of parasitic species on Earth is decreasing, but their quality is increasing.

Different types of mutations correspond to different serums.

From the first generation to now, it has been updated to more than 100 generations.

The struggle between humans and parasites has long since shifted from a war of numbers to a war of elites and biological warfare.

Xia Mu deserves much credit for this.

Jiang Yan sighed and stuffed a signed leave approval slip into his hand.

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of your mother's death, and the bureau has granted you three days off."

Xia Mu stared at the sick leave slip in his hand.

A different emotion finally surfaced in his eyes, which were as dull as the night.

"I'm not going back."

Jiang Yan looked up and glanced at him.

"My father hated me because I killed my mother."

His tone was calm, but beneath the seemingly tranquil surface lay a turbulent whirlpool.

This is undoubtedly a grave crime that a child should not have to bear.

Jiang Yan paused for a moment: "Do you know why, even though they are all parasites, some can stay in the station like you and Xiao Hei, while others can only be locked in a dark, electric cage?"

Xia Mu hesitated for a moment: "Because we are clear-headed, we don't kill humans."

Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Actually, there is only one criterion for judging whether someone can be released from prison: whether they can face their crimes honestly."

Xia Mu was startled and looked at the man in front of her, whose heart was full of tolerance.

If this is indeed the rule.

Shouldn't I be the first one locked up in jail?

Jiang Yan stood up, his warm palms reaching through the fabric to his shoulder: "If you don't trust your own honesty, then trust the bureau's judgment of you."

"..."

"When evil leads to good, that is the greatest redemption."

*

The sky was overcast, with thick clouds.

Xia Mu held a bouquet of flowers and stepped onto the damp ground, her footsteps light and muffled, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the place.

There are many tombstones in the cemetery, which look like square houses.

But that's the house of the dead.

Most of the tombstones are covered with moss.

He saw that the stone tablet in the distance was the cleanest and shiniest, and someone was already waiting there.

"What are you doing?"

A clear, crisp voice rang out, and Mr. Parasite's arm, which was clamping the meat, paused.

Out of the corner of its eye, it caught sight of a pair of black leather shoes, the toes of which were polished to a shine.

Those leather shoes are overly formal.

Wearing them on a young boy's feet, they looked rather clumsy and pretentious.

Mr. Parasite sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the tongs and continuing to pick up slices of meat one by one.

It reeked of a foul, rotten smell; in layman's terms, it smelled of death.

"I'm feeding your mother. She's human; she'll starve if she doesn't eat."

Mr. Parasite spoke in a calm voice that Natsuki hadn't expected.

"I put the raw food on her left and the cooked food on her right, so that if she wakes up, she can choose whichever she likes to eat."

Xia Mu's gaze fell on the pile of rotting flesh on the ground, the amount of which could only be achieved over many years.

His father would come over every day to bring food to his mother.

Xia Mu lowered her snow-white eyelashes, remained silent, gently placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, and turned to leave.

The next day, it rained heavily.

Mr. Parasite, holding an umbrella and carrying his frying pan, returned to his lover's tombstone in high spirits.

But when he saw what was happening in front of him, he froze.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe, freezing him into an ice cube.

The frying pan in my hand crashed to the ground with a clatter, and the umbrella also fell upside down, with rainwater pouring into it.

It suddenly turned around and started running.

In the hazy distance, a young man in a large suit, holding an umbrella, was walking towards them.

Mr. Parasite rushed forward and punched the boy hard in the face.

"Bang--!"

The boy dropped the umbrella from his hand, leaned back, and fell onto the wet ground, with torrential rain and his fists drenching his face at the same time.

He couldn't tell which one was which.

But after a while, his father realized what was happening and couldn't bear to slap him.

It grabbed his collar, its狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face pressed against his: "Did you clear away all the food? If you did, what will she eat when she wakes up? Do you want her to starve to death?!"

The father's screams were filled with pain and anger.

It seemed to be crying, with tears and rain mixed together, but Xia Mu could still tell that the tears were warm.

Xia Mu ignored it; his gaze was fixed on the leaden-gray sky.

The world around us became hazy in the rain, the outlines of trees intertwined with the shadows on the ground.

"I saw my mother last night," he said softly.

With just that one sentence, the cursing in my ears stopped abruptly.

All around seemed to be the sound of rain.

Xia Mu closed her eyes and continued to narrate in a calm voice: "She was radiating a pure white light as she walked out of the cemetery, as beautiful as a fairy in a fairy tale. She asked me how I was doing, and asked me how I was doing. I said everything was fine, and then she went back to sleep."

Xia Mu felt the hand gripping his collar trembling violently.

Then, he heard his father's words, a mixture of crying and laughing, squeezed out of his throat: "She still loves you more after all..."

Xia Mu felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say more words of comfort, but he could only score 10 points on his Chinese exam.

The father's cries mingled with the heavy rain like thunder.

Xia Mu was a piece of emotionless wood. He was at a loss, recalling how Uncle Jiang had comforted him.

He stiffly placed his hand on his father's shoulder.

However, a clearer tremor and pain were transmitted to him from the point of contact, and the overwhelming suffering of his father shocked him.

So, he's been like this all these years?

Xia Mu suddenly wanted to share some of her father's emotions, even if it was just a little bit.

So, he instinctively opened his arms and hugged his father.

His father cried so hard that he hugged him.

She hugged him while locking his throat, wanting to strangle him with hatred, but Xia Mu didn't care; he wouldn't die so easily.

A very, very long time later.

The father released his grip, pushed him away, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did she eat the food I prepared for her?"

Its gaze was intense, filled with expectation yet tinged with timidity.

"Mmm." Xia Mu smiled for the first time in her life. "She said she likes it very much."

*

On the third day of the holiday, Xia Mu returned to the bureau.

Jiang Yan was on the phone. It was a call from the police department asking for their help. They said they had encountered a robbery at Shengbao Gold Shop on Chaoyang Street, which was suspected to be caused by non-human creatures.

He had just hung up the phone and was about to go out on a call when he looked up and saw Xia Mu, which surprised him.

"Uncle Jiang, is there anything I can help with?" Xia Mu asked first, a smile playing on his lips, revealing two pretty dimples.

While issuing missions and instructing everyone to pack their equipment and head out immediately, Jiang Yan also glanced at the white-haired boy.

"Oh, you're back so quickly?"

"Um."

Xia Mu followed Jiang Yan like a happy little tail.

Jiang Yan tossed him a bulletproof vest: "You two had a good chat. So, you've made up with your father?"

Xia Mu skillfully put on his vest, nodded, and when the two ran to the front parking lot, he shook his head again and said:

"It died for love."

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow and stepped into the driver's seat with his left foot.

Xia Mu got into the passenger seat from the other side, fastened his seatbelt, and the little black cat followed suit, curling up on his shoulder.

"Bang!" The two slammed the car door shut at the same time, as if by unspoken agreement.

Jiang Yan floored the gas pedal: "Really? Congratulations. I always thought that dying for love was just a legend."

The police car sped away.

Carrying the hopes of the two of them and the future of Blue Star, it sails forward, never looking back.