FMLB Chapter 116

The White Tiger’s not Bald

 

This animation revealed many things. 

 

The gray pigeon represented Shang Zhaoqi, able to detect traces of evildoers. The elephant represented Shang Zhenting; and knocking out the villain signified rendering the villain powerless to resist. The mouse represented Mao Zhengqi. 

 

What did it symbolize when he ate the villain’s body?

 

“Using flesh as soil, blood as irrigation, let the flowers of sin bear the fruits of goodness.”

 

What does this sentence mean?

 

He Ruge fell into contemplation.

 

“This animation tells us that Shang Zhaoqi, Shang Zhenting, and Mao Zhengqi are partners. In the animation, this gray pigeon starts off in the shadows, perhaps to conceal itself and gather intelligence in hiding. Then at the end of the animation, the shadow where the gray pigeon is grows larger and turns into a monster… Hmm, no, that’s not it!” 

 

He Ruge suddenly raised his voice.

 

“The shadow where the pigeon is doesn’t suddenly grow larger, it grows gradually. Initially, the shadow was small, but after the elephant appeared, it grew larger. And after the mouse gnawed on the body, the shadow grew even larger.”

 

“Does Taotie feed on negative emotions because the pigeon, elephant, and mouse generated a lot of negative emotions, gradually feeding the Taotie? I remember during our completion of the Desire Network mission, the game mentioned that 80% of the Taotie’s food sources were cut off. So, are we now on a mission to destroy the remaining 20%?”

 

The game prompt sounded again:

 

【End of Plot】

 

【Start Game】

 

【Please select game mode:】

 

Decryption Mode: This is a tragedy caused by a notebook

 

Adventure Mode: This is a tragedy caused by a dead pigeon

 

Upon seeing the notebook, Xi Guican remembered that Mao Zixie had once told him that the latter half of Mao Zhengyong’s notebook had been torn off. 

 

“This notebook might be referring to Mao Zhengyong’s notebook.”

 

“Mao Zhengyong’s notebook? Guican, have you seen Mao Zhengyong’s notebook?” He Ruge asked. 

 

The notebook was definitely an important clue; if they had the notebook, choosing Decryption Mode would be more secure.

 

“I’ve seen it, but that notebook only has the first half; the second half was torn off intentionally. The notebook is in Mao Zixie’s hands.”

 

“Then let’s get the notebook from Mao Zixie.” 

 

He Ruge happened to have something to discuss with Mao Zixie, regarding the matter of the thorny roses. He retrieved Mao Zixie’s contact information from his address book.

 

Xi Guican had no objections. He didn’t care much about either game mode. The most important thing now was to kill Taotie’s carrier. While He Ruge contacted Mao Zixie, Xi Guican left the room and went downstairs to find Wu Chengdeng.

 

He wanted to try and see if he could kill the Taotie hiding inside Wu Chengdeng.

 

But in the end, it was all in vain.

 

If the Taotie didn’t want to appear in its carrier, then Xi Guican couldn’t track its whereabouts. However, Xi Guican’s trip was not entirely fruitless. He asked Wu Chengdeng why he supported the “Star Wars Live” proposal. Star Wars Live provided a lot of negative emotions for the Taotie, and Xi Guican wanted to know if Wu Chengdeng had been under the control of the Taotie when he proposed this.

 

The parrot answered him like this, “In the first Star Wars, I suspect that the hawks deliberately leaked water at the front line to deliberately lose some battles to the Zerg, prolonging Star Wars to increase their hawks’ dominance.”

 

Wu Chengdeng wanted the federal people to supervise the hawks through live broadcasts.

 

Xi Guican mentioned the link Wu Chengdeng had sent him for the live broadcast website, “You knew about this broadcast very early on. Why did you let it exist?”

 

Wu Chengdeng paused his happy snacking on melon seeds for a moment before saying, “I thought about eliminating this live broadcast, but every time I encountered resistance from the hawks. Hang Shikang participated in it this time, and there are too many things involved here. I can’t solve this tumor alone. The two Star Wars have already weakened the pigeons too much. The hawks have grown rapidly during the war to strengthen themselves…”

 

“Marshal Xi, you accidentally got involved in this mysterious broadcast. After you left Star Wars due to special reasons, someone on the Star Network set the tone, targeting you and He Ruge. I think someone in the hawks is targeting you. I don’t know if Marshal Xi remembers that two years ago you had an accident in Star Wars. It was that accident that led to you being diagnosed with vortex mental devouring disorder.” Wu Chengdeng’s expression became serious.

 

“What do you want to say?”

 

“Marshal Xi’s mech was tampered with. From the beginning of its design, the mech set a trap specifically for Marshal Xi behind the energy slot.” 

 

Wu Chengdeng took out the mech design and turned to a page for Xi Guican, saying, “There is a Schrödinger pulse wave behind the energy slot, which is a kind of biological wave weapon that can disrupt normal neuron signal transmission and randomly cause irreversible malignant consequences.”

 

“When the energy slot explodes automatically, the explosion completely conceals the self-destruction process of this button-sized biological wave weapon.”

 

His memory seemed to return to the day of the accident, fighting with an ultra-high-grade Zerg. The location of the mech’s energy slot was attacked by the Zerg, and as the energy slot exploded, the mech momentarily stagnated. 

 

The mech, made of memory metal, had strong repair capabilities. This was originally a trivial matter, but his spiritual sea suddenly received a huge impact.

 

Now thinking about it, it was at that moment that the Schrödinger pulse wave attacked his spiritual sea.

 

Xi Guican had always known there was something suspicious about that accident, and now he finally understood where the problem lay.

 

“Marshal Xi’s mech was made by the hawks inviting the federal’s most outstanding mech maker. Made of precious memory metal, the mech was tailored for Marshal Xi. At that time, many pigeons were shocked by the hawks’ bold move, and I was no exception.”

 

“In order to win over Marshal Xi, the hawks spent a lot of money. I didn’t expect the hawks to have such a plan of destruction if they couldn’t get it.” 

 

Wu Chengdeng’s face was full of pain and contempt, saying, “The hawks are really despicable. Marshal Xi, the enemy of the enemy is a friend. I think we can unite to fight against the hawks!”

 

Facing Wu Chengdeng’s indignation, Xi Guican remained unchanged. In his eyes, Wu Chengdeng, who designed him, and the hawks were no different; they were all carriers of Taotie. 

 

Although Taotie did not control Wu Chengdeng now, Xi Guican didn’t know when Taotie would take possession of him. Wu Chengdeng was like a dangerous item that could explode at any time.

 

Mao Zixie once said that the latter half of the torn notebook records how to make the vortex mental devouring disorder recur. The person who tampered with the mech is the one who took the notebook.

 

But is the person who tampered with the mech necessarily from the hawks?

 

Not necessarily.

 

The carrier of Taotie includes both the hawks and the pigeons. As long as one carrier has the notebook, other carrier information can be shared.

 

In that case, let’s just ask directly.

 

“Do you know where Mao Zhengyong’s notebook, used in the Star Sea Orphanage years ago, is?” 

 

Xi Guican’s question made Wu Chengdeng stunned. He didn’t expect the topic to leap so far. 

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“If I asked you to intuitively say who you think took the notebook?”

 

Wu Chengdeng initially thought Xi Guican was joking, but when he met those blue eyes, Wu Chengdeng realized Xi Guican was asking this question seriously.

 

“…Mao Zhengqi?”

 

Xi Guican continued to ask, “By the way, I met Shang Zhaoqi in the lobby. Did he come over to discuss the matter of granting military ranks?”

 

Wu Chengdeng shook his head, “It seems like it was Shang Zhenting discussing a criminal information system.”

 

Xi Guican nodded. As he prepared to leave, Wu Chengdeng stopped him, “Marshal Xi, are you really not considering joining the pigeons?”

 

“Not considering.” He responded as coldly as ever. 

 

Wu Chengdeng sighed regretfully, but he was not one to give up easily. Since Xi Guican refused to join the pigeons, bringing He Ruge into the pigeons would also be a good choice. He Ruge was much easier to talk to than Xi Guican. 

 

Wu Chengdeng shoved the melon seeds he had struggled to shell into his mouth and chewed with relish. Then he sent a link to He Ruge.

 

He Ruge was currently watching the door like a thief, always paying attention to whether Xi Guican was coming back. Because he was discussing a private issue with Mao Zixie, such as… how to remove thorns.

 

He Ruge searched for this question on Star Network, but he didn’t find an answer.

 

At first, He Ruge used a very euphemistic way to hint at Mao Zixie, but Mao Zixie couldn’t understand it no matter what. He had to use straightforward, vulgar language to explain the situation, and Mao Zixie was surprised, saying, “This is the first time I’ve heard of such a situation. This should be an extremely rare residual part of the beast… Thank you very much.”

 

He Ruge: “…”

 

Don’t be so polite.

 

“I’m heading to Central Star right now to bring you the notebook and check Marshal Xi’s health,” Mao Zixie finally said.

 

He Ruge ended the call with mixed feelings, pondering how to tell Xi Guican about this. Just as he was feeling a headache, suddenly he saw a link and message from Wu Chengdeng. “Mr. He Ruge, this is a forum on a mysterious live broadcast website where people disregard the Federation’s Star Network Security Law and freely spread all kinds of remarks, even mentioning you.” 

 

“If Mr. He is curious, you can search your name in the search bar. I can’t stand the chaos of this website anymore, but it’s controlled by hawks. I’m alone and struggling. I don’t know if you’re willing to join forces with me to eliminate this cancer?”

 

…

 

He Ruge found the search bar, entered his name, saw a bunch of posts discussing him, He Ruge randomly clicked into a post that floated red.

 

Then a forum full of perverts appeared on the light screen, which was drawn like this:

 

#【Commercial】 Drug Trafficking Acquaintances with Discounts#

 

#【Business】 Human trafficking for the disabled (know how to enter) #

 

#【Chatting】 I want to eat my new neighbor #

 

##What kind of person would you like to rape? ##

 

#【Chit Chat】 Talking about the first time I killed someone #

 

He Ruge: “???”

 

WTF, what kind of twisted gathering place is this?!

 

He Ruge casually clicked into a post with the [Business] tag and roughly browsed through the posts, being disgusted by the words inside the post that explicitly priced human life. In these posts, buying murder was something that was like money and goods for shopping, and there were even add-on discounts, and familiar customer discounts.

 

He Ruge found the search bar, entered his name, saw a bunch of posts discussing him, He Ruge randomly clicked into a post that floated red.

 

#[Rambling] About He Ruge

 

№0

As a vulture, maybe it’s the nature of scavenging, my previous dream was to rape and kill He Ruge before eating him, but after seeing that live broadcast, it turned into wanting to be raped and killed by He Ruge first. Maybe I’m really crazy, I don’t want to blaspheme, I just want the gods and goddesses on high to humiliate me. Is there anyone out there who thinks like me

 

№1

What kind of asshole words are you saying?

 

№2

Get lost, you don’t deserve to mention He Ruge’s name, killing you will dirty Ruge’s hands, if you really want to die, give me your address, I’ll send you to your death for free

 

№3 Replies №2

Dog bites dog, when were you guys so righteous, I really do not believe that you have not been moved to kill He Ruge

 

№4

No interest, I was dragged to see He Ruge’s live broadcast, and I endured the urge to not yawn

 

№ 5

If you want to find a sense of identity, go away, do not covet my wife

 

№6 Reply to №4

If you watched the official Star Network, you wouldn’t feel anything. Follow our website’s live number 15794036, He Ruge had a voice that overshadowed the ‘Master’ background music like a deity.

 

№7

“I just want to know when ‘I’ve Become Stronger’ will update. It’s tasteless without updates; doesn’t the conscience of the author who stopped updating hurt?”

 

…

 

He Ruge couldn’t bear to read past the beginning of the post. Just the thought of these people peeping at his live broadcasts made him feel as if he had discovered cockroaches in his room.

 

What surprised He Ruge even more was finding requests for updates in such posts. He hadn’t written anything yesterday; he was busy soothing the cubs and working on design drafts, so he had taken a day off from his readers. He Ruge touched his conscience and felt a slight pang of guilt.

 

He Ruge was no longer the passionate writer he used to be, who wrote thousands of words a day just to make a living. Since acquiring a lifetime’s worth of money that couldn’t be spent, a game-assigned lover, and a room full of cuddly plushies, He Ruge had lost the motivation to write for money.

 

The only thing that could motivate him to write now was love.

 

He Ruge remembered those who won millions in the lottery on Jinjiang or inherited millions. After getting rich overnight, they abandoned their commitments. 

 

Money truly corrupted people. But abandoning updates even after corruption was wrong. Today, he would make up for the missed updates.

 

He Ruge closed the twisted gathering forum, opened Mu Lengying’s live broadcast to refresh his eyes.

 

The young girl was currently broadcasting herself doing homework, preparing to study hard and get into a good university. 

 

Watching the diligent appearance of the girl in the live broadcast room, He Ruge was reminded of his own time spent studying hard in the past. As he watched, he felt ashamed—while this young girl was studying, why was he shamelessly wasting time watching live broadcasts?

 

While watching Mu Lengying’s homework broadcast, He Ruge opened a document and started writing. When he had just started, Xi Guican returned. 

 

He took off his clothes and transformed into a large white tiger with an astonishing amount of fur, lying next to He Ruge and swishing his tail. 

 

“Can you check if all my fur has grown back?” he asked, raising his big head with dignity to show He Ruge the results of his efforts in the hair growth bath.

 

Originally determined to write, He Ruge was tempted by the fluffy tiger ears. Without a second thought, he abandoned writing and threw himself into the embrace of the big cat. Stepping onto the pink fleshy pad, he climbed onto the back of the large white tiger, feeling as comfortable as stepping on clouds. 

 

He Ruge happily nestled in the soft white fur, half of his face submerged in fluff. He took a deep breath and smelled a hint of the hair growth bath.

 

“Guican, let’s go sunbathing.” 

 

Holding the big white tiger at night, he could smell the sun on the fur.

 

“Okay, the food at the Eternal Tower is good. We can order first.” 

 

Bathed in the sunlight, Xi Guican pressed the menu with his big paws. He had prepared for his proposal, and Xi Guican arranged their trip to Central Star clearly, going to the largest amusement park and the most suitable restaurant for couples…

 

His blue eyes shone like translucent sapphires in the sunlight, filled with sincere and flawless love. 

 

“Let’s go to the amusement park tonight,” Xi Guican said expectantly.

 

“Guican, we might not have time tonight. Dr. Mao will be coming to Central Star to deliver our notebook.” 

 

He Ruge wanted to agree immediately, but suddenly remembered that Mao Zixie would check Xi Guican’s body tonight, solving the difficult-to-speak-of matter.

 

Originally planning for a perfect world, a medicine-seeking mouse appeared. 

 

Xi Guican frowned and said disdainfully, “Why is he coming over? He should just send the notebook directly.”

 

He Ruge hesitated, clutching the tiger fur and said vaguely, “I asked Dr. Mao to come and check your body.”

 

“My body is very healthy, no need for a check-up,” Xi Guican thought He Ruge was worried about his fur not growing properly. 

 

“You can come and check my fur yourself. I haven’t had any implanted; each one has grown naturally.”

 

“I meant your…” He Ruge whispered close to the tiger’s ear.

 

Xi Guican: “!!!”