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Chapter 869 Wrong World

Kicking open the black box on the ground, Xue Se raised his sidearm and led his team into the ward.

The pungent smell of blood seemed like an invisible wave that swept away something in the ward. With a crashing sound, black boxes fell to the ground one by one. Xue Se saw a handsome and perfect child on the bed in the center of the room.

He was about ten years old, and there was nothing flawed about him. If Xue Se had to find an adjective, she felt that "god" would be more suitable for that child.

The walls made of black boxes collapsed, and a ring of instruments made of black square boxes was placed around the hospital bed, with countless black pipes extending out. The boy was at the center of all the instruments.

"Put down what you're holding! Put your hands behind your head!" Xue Se shouted, but the boy paid no attention, twisting the multifaceted Rubik's Cube in his hands.

"Almost done, what a pity." The boy let the police step on the black boxes scattered on the ground, and slowly pieced together the pattern of the multifaceted Rubik's Cube in his hand. Each face of the Rubik's Cube was a map of Shanghai, but each Shanghai was slightly different.

Some new Shanghais are desolate ruins shrouded in black fog; some new Shanghais have achieved rapid technological development and established smart cities; some new Shanghais are full of madmen and extremist organizations can be seen everywhere.

"Don't hurt him! Don't hurt him!" The doctor who had been handcuffed by Xue Se cried out in the corridor, and the other doctors who were being controlled were also shouting loudly.

Just as the last side was about to be solved, the Rubik's Cube seemed unable to withstand the repeated high-speed rotations and broke apart in the boy's hands with a snap. Countless black cubes exploded and splashed onto the white hospital bed.

“Xinhu…is not perfect either.” The boy stared blankly at the Rubik’s Cube fragments.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" Xue Se didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, keeping the gun pointed at the boy's head.

“I have no name. My number is zero.” The boy seemed to have just come to his senses. Sitting on the hospital bed, his gaze toward Xue Se and the police officers around him was very calm, as if they were not even the same species. He was standing on a higher dimension, looking down on all living beings.

“In the First Rehabilitation Hospital, the more severe the illness, the higher the floor you are detained on. You are on the highest floor, deepest part, so you should be the most seriously ill person in this hospital.” Xue Se was not fooled by the other person’s appearance: “Who is your attending physician, and what is your illness? Don’t even think about hiding it.”

“I’m not sick, so why would I have an attending physician? If you’re asking who I talk to the most, it should be the director of this hospital, a wise and curious old man.” Xue Se and Xu Huan at the door both had subtle changes in their expressions. The usually mysterious director of the rehabilitation hospital had become a smart old man in the boy’s words, and the two seemed to talk to each other often.

"Is the hospital director your attending physician? Where did he go?" Xu Huan shouted at the door, somewhat suspecting that the director was the murderer who killed him.

“I have sent him to another world, right here…” The boy looked at the black boxes scattered on the ground: “right here in one of these boxes.”

"A black box is a whole world? You're not just not sick, you're practically incurable." Xue Se hated communicating with lunatics: "Guards! Cuff them! Take them all back to the station!"

"Don't touch him! Don't touch him!" The doctors outside cried out as if their own fathers had been hurt. They were usually respectable people, but now they were practically begging on their knees.

"Captain Xue, should we ask the chief?" The other officers were also a bit hesitant; they had already killed quite a few "criminals" in their attempt to reach the highest point. "The higher-ups at the rehabilitation hospital usually don't allow outsiders in. If the forest fire hadn't spread here, we wouldn't have had this opportunity." Xu Huan mustered his courage and entered the ward, curiously fiddling with the black boxes—they were just ordinary boxes: "Little guy, why are there so many boxes in your room?"

"I'm looking for a black box. After the dean found out, he started collecting all sorts of black boxes for me, but none of them are what I'm looking for." The boy answered earnestly, but the way he looked at the others was as cold and indifferent as if they were ants.

"Captain Xue! We've found the boy's information!" There was absolutely no information about the boy outside the police station; the officers found it in the dean's office.

Taking the zero file, Xue Se tore it open without a second thought; inside was the boy's medical record.

About three years ago, the hospital director brought the boy back to the hospital and locked him in the depths of the corridor, where he was subjected to daily experiments and research.

The more research they conducted, the more the dean's personality changed. Some doctors even went insane because of their in-depth research. A year later, they came to the conclusion that the boy was indeed not human.

Although he is no different from humans in terms of physiological structure, all the doctors and experts who have studied him agree that he is a being that cannot be specifically described, cannot be casually spoken of, cannot be frequently heard of, and cannot be explored in depth.

No one has ever seen God, but perhaps he is God.

The consultation records continued until six months ago, then abruptly stopped, with only ward rounds and medication records remaining afterward.

"Bring those doctors over."

When the doctors were led into the ward, they saw the messy room and looked grief-stricken, as if all their hard work had been destroyed: "Don't have a relapse. Where are the medical records for the last six months?"

"No, after the director went to the new world, we were only responsible for ward rounds and delivering medicine, strictly following the director's last orders."

"He's a patient, and you're all going crazy along with him?" Xue Se kicked the black box next to him away. "How can a person just disappear for no reason? Maybe your hospital director has already been cut into pieces and put into the black box!"

“They weren’t lying, the director really did go to the new world.” The boy sat cross-legged on the hospital bed. “You live in a completely wrong world, and I’m rebuilding a correct world in my mind. Unfortunately, because of last night’s fire and riots, that world has been damaged and may take a long time to repair.”

"You want to build a new world in your own mind?" Xue Se was utterly speechless. He looked at the doctors: "Do you believe he can build a new world? Or do you believe I can blow his head off with a single shot?"

"The hospital director and the First Rehabilitation Hospital have poured so much effort into this child, Officer Xue! Please believe me!" The doctor was really anxious. The police officers searching the room also made a new discovery. They opened the hidden dark room and found that all the wires on the instruments around the bed were connected to the dark room. The huge space was filled with brains stored in jars.

Looking at the labels above the containers, you can see that the owners of these brains come from all walks of life. They may not be very famous, but they are all people who have perfected a certain skill in their respective industries.

(End of this chapter)