Chapter 428: Chapter 255: Pinky Swear, Funeral, Progression of Division
"But in cartoons, the characters who say things like this usually end up dead, you know," Ji Minghuan said.
After he said this, the other kids in the detention room all cast disdainful looks at him.
Sun Changkong paused, shook his head, his fiery red hair swaying, and said earnestly, "I don’t care, I’m a country kid. I’ve never watched cartoons, so it doesn’t work on me!"
"Alright then, I’ll reluctantly make a pinky promise with you," Ji Minghuan said, reaching out to pick up the wolf’s tail on the ground and hooking it around Sun Changkong’s pinky, shaking it. "Pinky promise, hang yourself, a hundred years no change."
Sun Changkong was annoyed and swatted away Filio’s tail. Filio innocently retrieved his tail and held his unfinished cake, watching the two.
"Hand over," she said with a dark face, lowering her face and staring at Ji Minghuan without moving.
"Why are you so fierce? Then just hand it over."
Sun Changkong took his hand, opened a pinky, and then hooked it.
The two made a pinky promise.
"The person who lies..." Sun Changkong mumbled softly, suddenly moving forward, gently hugged Ji Minghuan, then quickly let him go and slowly lifted his head to glare into his eyes, "must swallow a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand needles."
Except for Kong Youling, who was fuming, the surrounding children applauded and exclaimed, "Wow."
The Somersault Cloud descended from the sky, rolling like bowling balls, knocking them over one by one.
Everyone collapsed to the ground like toppled bowling pins, the cake smeared on their faces, except for Shang Xiaoqi on the swing, who avoided the chaos.
She shivered with fear, hastily protecting her cake and nervously watching the Somersault Cloud.
Later, the Mentor sent someone with a new cake, and the noise in Paradise finally subsided. After dividing up the new cake, it was almost time, and the experimenters took turns picking up the children, with Ji Minghuan being the last to leave again.
The experimenter, clad in a white lab coat, stood at the entrance of Paradise, watching him silently with hands behind his back.
Ji Minghuan lay motionless on the sand, looking at the swaying swing and then up at the silvery white ceiling. The light was dazzling, and he raised his hand to shield his eyes, then extended his pinky, staring blankly at it, still warmed from the earlier grip.
He knew that when the day came in a month to attack the Salvation Society, it would be inevitable to face the children of the Salvation Squad.
But thinking about how they celebrated birthdays together at the base not long ago, and made pinky promises to each other, they would soon be at each other’s throats, fighting 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 certainly wouldn’t let the people from the Salvation Society know that the forces outside were brought over by him.
And the Mentor had thoroughly brainwashed these kids. Maybe even when Sun Changkong faced death, she would still think she was protecting him, trying to drive away the bad guys with the Golden Cudgel...
Suddenly feeling tired, he wiped the cream off his face, lay back down on the sand, and closed his eyes. The cold light pierced through his eyelids, and he drifted into sleep in a daze.
When he woke up the next day, Ji Minghuan found himself already transferred to the detention room. He got up from bed, yawned, and smacked his lips while looking at the glowing TV in the dark.
"Today’s the day to send off my elder brother. He’s heading to New York, and I should arrange the Black Cocoon’s itinerary too," he thought as he fell back onto the bed, closing his eyes and slowly syncing his consciousness to the body of Number One.
[Welcome back, the perspective of Number One ’Black Cocoon’ has been loaded.]
[Your official wanted level has been upgraded from ’C-level’ to ’B-level,’ and your notoriety has increased. (After your notoriety reaches a certain level, you will have a chance to receive 1 skill point as a reward.)]
Controlling Gu Wenyu, he got up from the bed and glanced at the time on the wall.
It was 7 a.m. on August 6th, and Gu Qiye was about to leave soon, after which the house would be left with just him.
The problem right now was that his Number One body didn’t have an electronic pet to arrange flights whenever needed, unlike his troupe in the Number Two body.
As ’Gu Wenyu,’ following Gu Qiye to the United States while avoiding suspicion was a difficult task.
So he thought of someone. Scratching his head, he picked up a spare phone, opened the contact list, and sent her a message.
[Black Cocoon: Miss Ke Qirui, do you have time to give me a ride?]
Before long, a response came through the chat window.
[Ke Qirui: What’s your plan?]
[Black Cocoon: I need to go to the United States, to accompany a good friend to play in New York.]
[Ke Qirui: Gu Qiye?]
[Black Cocoon: That’s correct, he joined the Rainbow Wings.]
[Ke Qirui: Is your approach related to the Salvation Society?]
[Black Cocoon: Yes, you could say this is the closest to the truth.]
[Ke Qirui: Got it, by the way, aren’t you some underage brat? Needing me to help just for going abroad.]
[Black Cocoon: Of course not, I actually get air sick, it’s better to take a train.]
[Black Cocoon: Besides your Train Demon, what other train in the world could take me from China to the United States?]
[Black Cocoon: Anyway, I might need you as my driver regularly from now on, which shouldn’t be difficult for you.]
[Ke Qirui: This is also helping myself because... we’re all already in the game.]
[Black Cocoon: Yes, in the game.]
[Black Cocoon: Capital, you win. Salvation Society, you win.]
[Ke Qirui: See you tonight, I’ll drive you to New York first, we’ll talk about the funeral in a few days.]
[Ke Qirui: I’m currently in a meeting with Lake Hunting’s people, talk later.]
[Black Cocoon: Alright, go ahead with them, the Year Beast Monarch is indeed not easy to deal with.]
[Ke Qirui: Oh, you really are omniscient, knowing even about the Year Beast?]
[Black Cocoon: Of course, otherwise how could I be a competent intelligence merchant?]
[Ke Qirui: Are you coming to Lin Zhengquan’s funeral?]
Gu Wenyu paused, then typed a reply.
[Black Cocoon: If you’re willing to invite me, then of course, as you never know, interesting people might show up at funerals.]
After sending the message, Ji Minghuan pulled up the system panel, located the [Create a New Game Character] option, and then a red and black prompt box popped up before his eyes.
[You currently possess ’13’ Split Points, you need ’3’ more Split Points to create the next game character, and the Number Four body is in the process of being generated...]
"The Number Four machine is also on the horizon. Either take out Jack the Ripper or take out the Rainbow Wings, pushing the storyline of either machine a bit should be enough to gather the Split Points..." Ji Minghuan yawned, thinking idly.