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FMLB Chapter 125

They have arrived

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They have arrived

 

When He Ruge heard this, he froze. He reached into his empty pockets, feeling only the lingering warmth.

 

This matter is indeed quite tricky. The adoptive parents of the hamster have treated the little hamster as their own child for a year. According to Fu Xi, the little hamster was dearly loved by its adoptive parents.

 

There are many possibilities for what could happen when the little hamster returns home. Out of a sense of compensation, his adoptive parents might show even more love towards him, or they might redirect their anger towards the little hamster, which could harm him. 

 

If the little hamster harbors resentment, could he seek revenge on He Ruge in the future?

 

Alternatively, perhaps his adoptive parents will treat him equally, loving him as they do their biological child. But no matter the outcome, there is no perfect resolution.

 

In the future, when He Ruge and the little hamster learn the truth, they won’t be able to completely let go of their grievances.

 

“Mr. Fu, do you know the little hamster’s biological parents?” He Ruge asked.

 

Fu Xi shook his head. He could locate He Ruge’s parents because there were fewer Treasure Hunting Mice, and almost all information about them had been stored in the gene bank. 

 

However, there were many hamsters, and some information about them hasn’t even been collected into the gene bank.

 

“So, Mr. Fu, what are you planning to do? After bringing He Ruge back, will you help him reunite with his parents?” 

 

Regardless, He Ruge believed that Zhi Zhi had the right to be with his parents.

 

But he didn’t know how He Ruge would return to his home. He Ruge was timid and not good at getting along with others. His interstellar common language skills were poor. If he were bullied, he might just cry and do nothing else.

 

“Yes, but not now. I want to find the right time to make Zhi Zhi better. At least wait until Zhi Zhi can clearly express his own wishes.” 

 

Fu Xi was silent for a moment, then looked at He Ruge. 

 

“Zhi Zhi is very talented. Such astonishing talent is rare. His talent is amazing, and his background is pitiable. Many people will want to care for him and take care of him.”

 

“There are families better than his biological parents, families without infants, and families capable of providing all the love.”

 

“In the Treasure Hunting Mouse family, there are couples who cannot conceive and eagerly anticipate having a child, and many unmarried individuals who meet the adoption criteria.”

 

“This is also why I didn’t tell Zhi Zhi’s parents immediately. Zhi Zhi has the right to return to his biological parents, but also the right to refuse to return. I hope to wait until Zhi Zhi masters basic interstellar language and can move on from his past shadows before informing his parents and notifying other adoptive families to compete.”

 

“The choice is in He Ruge’s hands.” Fu Xi smiled. 

 

“In fact, Zhi Zhi can choose me or you.”

 

He Ruge put his hand into the pocket where Zhi Zhi had stayed, and smiled at Fu Xi’s words, “That’s a good idea.” 

 

He respected Zhi Zhi’s choice.

 

Fu Xi and Jin Wangcai left the top floor room and went to the second floor to attend their private wealth gathering.

 

The venue on the second floor was set up, covered with golden carpets, and five chairs were placed around the long round table. Wu Chengdeng’s melon seed shells had piled up into small mountains, and he was bored, apparently not getting along with Mao Zhengqi next to him.

 

Mao Zhengqi was a very conservative person, speaking in a straightforward manner, and always interested in medical research topics. 

 

When he met Wu Chengdeng two days ago, the three sentences were inseparable from the rites of good and evil. Today, he had been daydreaming, not saying a few words.

 

Seeing Fu Xi and Jin Wangcai arrive late, Wu Chengdeng finished eating the melon seeds and warmly welcomed them. 

 

“You finally came. Hang Shikuang is still in prison. Should we each chip in to get him out?”

 

Jin Wangcai said seriously, “The Star War is over. I’m not currently planning to buy weapons from him.” 

 

The implication was to use Hang Shikuang and then discard him.

 

“Hahaha, Lao Jin, don’t just think about weapons. Knowing a few hawks is always helpful. If Hang Shikuang is here today, we could go to the military department this afternoon to watch the rehearsal of the parade. It is said that the hawks have replaced all the ceremonial soldiers with veterans of the Star Wars. These veterans have not been trained, and their heights vary. In just two or three days of hurried training, their movements are not uniform.” 

 

Wu Chengdeng’s face showed a playful expression, “There will be a good show tomorrow.”

 

“Why not use ceremonial soldiers?” 

 

The ceremonial soldiers who could participate in the parade were selected through layers of screening, and their training lasted at least three years.

 

“Who knows? I must talk about the honor veterans…”

 

 The members’ discussion voices entered Mao Zhengqi’s left ear and exited the right. He sat heavily in front of the round table, his mind full of the 100-malice men he had caught yesterday.

 

After capturing the malicious 100-malice man, he immediately sent him to the underground prison under Xiang Zhongzheng, which was also Mao Zhengqi’s laboratory. Every time he would pick out a person from the underground prison as a new experimental subject.

 

Although the last experimental subject had not yet been “used up,” the new experimental subject was too attractive to Mao Zhengqi. 

 

In the shortest time, he squeezed out the remaining value of the last experimental subject, ended the other’s life, and eagerly placed the new experimental subject in front of his laboratory cage.

 

If it weren’t for the conference, Mao Zhengqi would be in the laboratory right now, conducting research with this rare experimental subject.

 

Why did the negative emotions of that experimental subject reach 100? 

 

Xiang Zhongzheng had checked his criminal record. The man, named Xuan Wulian, had only recently entered the underground arena and hadn’t committed any other legal infractions.

 

… Wait, the underground arena?

 

Mao Zhengqi’s right eyelid twitched, stirring the dormant monster in his mental sea. The aged Search Medicine Mouse hung his head low at the round table, his cloudy eyes having lost focus long ago. 

 

His wrinkled face seemed imprisoned in grey gloom, and no one noticed that Mao Zhengqi’s shadow on the golden carpet was gradually enlarging—

 

It grew larger and larger, transforming into a monstrous shadow that opened its gaping maw and swallowed Wu Chengdeng’s shadow.

 

“Mao Zhengqi” lifted his head expressionlessly. 

 

“Sorry, I suddenly thought of a new research approach, and I want to try it now.”

 

“Go ahead.” 

 

“Wu Chengdeng” smirked, addressing the other two gathering companions, “Did you just go to the top floor to find He Ruge? Did you encounter His Excellency the Marshal? Ah, it’s strange why our Marshal isn’t in his room the day before the investiture ceremony?”

 

Xi Guican was locked in an iron cage, resembling an old dog with its left front paw missing. This was his first time as a dog, and he was somewhat unaccustomed.

 

Anyone who was selected to become Mao Zhengqi’s experimental body needed to go through Xiang Zhongzheng’s “sanctions”, which is similar to “beating you into the shape of a beast.”

 

Xi Guican controlled Xiang Zhongzheng, giving Xiang Zhongzheng the illusion that he had already sanctioned him, and then Xi Guican took the initiative to transform into Xuan Wulian’s beast shape, lying in an iron cage waiting for Mao Zhengqi to come back.

 

As long as Mao Zhengqi comes back and opens the door of the laboratory, the task of finding the laboratory should be completed.

 

Xuan Wulian’s birthday is tomorrow, and he will solve this task today, so that Xuan Wulian and his cub can celebrate their birthday together, and Xi Guican can also attend the canonization ceremony.

 

The underground prison was dark, and five fingers could not be seen. In the darkness, the forbidden song “Sacrifice” circled, screams, sobs, confessions and the weird tune of the forbidden song merged.

 

In such an environment, even if you only stay for one day, a normal person will become a lunatic, let alone someone who has been locked up here for a long time.

 

A small amount of food, strong darkness, and only depressing and weird music can be heard every day, living in the fear that it will become an experimental body at any time.

 

These people in iron cages were like meat pigs, but they were even more miserable than meat pigs, because fat and stout meat pigs can still eat feed heartlessly, but these people live in fear and were so hungry that they were as thin as wood.

 

But Xi Guican didn’t sympathize with them at all.

 

Because he knew that the people here were all sinners. He heard the confessions of some people. In this dark environment that blurred time, no one could tell whether it was day or night. 

 

They curled up in an iron cage, except for silence and roaring, they confessed their mistakes.

 

“I shouldn’t have raped an innocent girl…”

 

“I was wrong, I was guilty, I exchanged more than a thousand newborns…”

 

“Kill me, just like I killed others cruelly…”

 

……

 

The continuous stream of negative emotions breeds in the darkness, an environment that Qiong Qi within him instinctively enjoys. 

 

Despite Xi Guican’s aversion to this atmosphere, his soul still feels as comfortably warm as soaking in a hot spring. Except for the jarring and noisy sound of the forbidden song, the environment has darkened a bit and the iron cage has become slightly smaller, but Xi Guican is doing well here.

 

If Taotie were in such an environment, he would enjoy it more than Xi Guican, because he could bathe in hot springs, enjoy gourmet food, and listen to background music at the same time.

 

But when will Mao Zhengqi be able to return? 

 

If he doesn’t come back by midnight tonight, Xi Guican will forcibly break open the laboratory door. He promised He Huoge that he would definitely return for the enthronement ceremony tomorrow.

 

“Clang~ Clang~” 

 

The sound of keys clashing echoes in the darkness, accompanied by slightly heavy footsteps resembling the dull beat of drums — that’s the sound of Xiang Zhong walking. Besides him, there are other footsteps.

 

They have arrived.

 

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