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Chapter 385 Tang Xinxi Becomes a Mother (Daily Life)

Upon hearing his lover's words, Iizuna pressed a button on the communicator, directly connecting with Langley.

"Team Leader Langley, please let Li Guanqi take the call."

Langley's displeased voice came through the receiver: "Do you still need to ask? Do you treat him like a machine? He just crawled back from the brink of death."

"Just a sentence or two to confirm a key detail, thank you for your help." Izuna's tone was firm.

"Sigh, fine, fine."

After a brief buzzing sound, the call connected, and Izanagi pressed the speakerphone button.

Li Guanqi's weak, slightly hoarse voice rang out in the deathly silent interrogation room: "Hello."

"Hello, Detective Li, I need to confirm something with you."

"You said."

Iizuna stared at his lover and asked, word by word, "After leaving the Twelve Gates Labyrinth and entering the Alchemy Workshop, did you encounter an old man?"

Li Guanqi's hesitant, thoughtful voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"Oh... When I first went in, they dragged me on the ground, and my whole body was in so much pain that I couldn't see anyone at all."

"However, there was a period of time in between when my wound suddenly healed, and when I stood up, I did see an old man."

"Right!" The lover exclaimed as if grasping at a straw, the shackles rattling. "I knew it! There really was a strange old man!"

"Shut up, it's not your place to speak." Iizuna glanced at her coldly, then looked back at the communicator. "Detective Li, before you recovered from your injuries, did you hear the Pope and the old man's conversation?"

“This… is a bit difficult for me.” Li Guanqi sounded even more strained. “I was stabbed three times and lost too much blood. My head was buzzing. Just staying conscious had exhausted all my strength. I really couldn’t listen to what they were talking about.”

"Hey! Think about it!" The lover leaned forward excitedly from his chair and shouted into the communicator, "Those words weren't made up by me, they were really said by that old man! The North Pole! The South Pole! Think about it!"

She can die, and blood can flow.

But the kind of utterly shameful statement like "putting the sacred monument in the North Pole with a low scale, and then putting the Arctic bear in the South Pole" could never have come out of her mouth!

People have pride, just as trees have bark! This concerns her reputation!

Izuna glared at her again, stopping her outburst, then turned to the communicator, his voice steady: "Detective Lee, did their conversation mention words like 'Arctic' or 'Antarctic'?"

"This..." Li Guanqi was silent for a few seconds, "I don't really remember it."

"Damn it—!"

Upon hearing this, the lover's face contorted in pain.

That bastard is definitely getting revenge on me!
My dear brother, you're quite cunning, aren't you?
Iizuna turned to look at her, his eyes seeming to say, "You really are talking nonsense."

"No! I really didn't make that up!" The lover completely broke down, her voice trembling with tears. "Brother, you're my own brother! Please don't do this to me! Don't ruin my reputation! I'm not even married yet!"

"Can we go over our statements carefully, darling?"

"Hiss—but..."

Just as her lover was pleading, Li Guanqi suddenly changed the subject.

In the interrogation room, everyone held their breath.

Izuna and Chen Mo's gazes sharpened, even the recorder stopped writing, and the entire room held its breath, filled with anticipation.

"That old man did seem to say some strange things."

"What did you say?" Izuna immediately pressed, his attention fully focused.

On the other end of the communicator, Li Guanqi's voice sounded weak and feeble, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

"Shirogane-hime has long legs."

"Wh...what?" Izuna wondered if he had misheard.

"He said that Shirogane-hime's leg length directly affects something... torque, and then, by guiding it, it will produce something, uh... DDD?"

Izuna: "..."

Chen Mo: "..."

The recorder stared blankly at Izuna: "Should I record this truthfully?"

The interrogation room fell into an eerie silence that lasted for ten seconds, with only the faint hum of the instruments.

"All you remember about Shirogane-hime's long legs and DDD?!"

The lovers' desperate screams shattered the deathly silence.

That bastard! Out of so much crucial information and so many 'grand ideas,' he only remembered this one?

How did he manage to extract these bizarre things so precisely?!
“Detective Lee.” Iizuna took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain professionally calm. “This matter is of great importance. I hope you can think about it carefully again.”

Li Guanqi's voice was full of difficulty: "Commander Iizuna, I was really seriously injured at that time, and I was practically on my deathbed. Being able to remember Shirogane-hime's leg length and DDD is already my limit."

After he finished speaking, a suppressed cough came from the other end, sounding like he was in great pain.

Izuna hung up the phone without any expression.

She turned her head and looked at Chen Mo, who had been silent beside her.

Chen Mo's face was very gloomy.

The two looked at each other and saw an unprecedented sense of confusion in each other's eyes.

What is all this about? How do I investigate this?
Another interrogation room.

Unlike the pure white metal room where the "lover" was imprisoned, the walls here are covered with thick, light gray cushions, and there are no tables, chairs, or any sharp edges.

"Waaaaah—! Waaaaah—!"

Immy sat in the middle of the room, crying her heart out, her face covered in tears and snot.

Outside the interrogation room, behind a one-way glass wall, Qi Mengsi stood with her arms crossed, watching the scene with a solemn expression.

Tang Xin, wearing long boots, strode to her side, snapped to attention, and held the report in her hand to her chest.

"Reporting, Instructor!"

"The training is over, I'm not your instructor anymore," Qi Mengsi said softly without turning her head.

"Then... Boss?" Tang Xin tentatively changed her address.

Qi Mengsi finally turned her head and glanced at her.

Tang Xin immediately shrank her neck.

Qi Mengsi sighed: "We're in the same group and grade now, just call me by my name."

Tang Xin said "oh" aloud, but she didn't believe it at all.

Latia and her group were treated with utmost respect, even by the captain of the Dark Guard, who addressed her as "Boss."

This is definitely a hidden big shot going down to the grassroots to experience life!
As a suspense novelist, she is extremely familiar with this kind of setting.

"Then, Mengsi... Sister?" Tang Xin cautiously tested the limits, teetering on the edge of disaster.

Qi Mengsi gave up on correcting her and gestured with her chin toward the report in her hand: "Give it to me."

"Okay!" Tang Xin immediately presented it with both hands, while whispering a report, "Her mental state... the assessment results are in, she is indeed less than a year old."

Qi Mengsi took the "Neuro-Mind Map Analysis Report" and turned to the first page with her slender fingers.

Above are cold, hard data points for Immy's various mental indicators.

[Project: Logical Thinking Ability] — [Assessment: Not Developed]

[Project: Language Center] — [Assessment: Not Activated]

[Item: Emotional Response] — [Assessment: Equivalent to a nine-month-old human infant, exhibiting fear, hunger, and seeking comfort]

[Overall Conclusion: The target's mind is in an initial state of chaos, lacking independent consciousness and unable to execute standard interrogation procedures.]

Looking at the "baby" crying so hard in the glass wall, Tang Xin couldn't help but ask, "Her acetylcholine fluctuations are frighteningly strong. How can her mind be like this? Is it some kind of disguise?"

“The data doesn’t lie.” Qi Mengsi turned a page of the report, her voice calm. “It can’t be faked.”

The strongest evidence is actually the collapse of 003's satellite, which symbolizes the fall of a clock hand.

The puppeteer has truly turned into a baby.

Immy's sobbing in the interrogation room stopped abruptly.

She seemed to notice her reflection in the glass wall, and curiously crawled over, reaching out her dirty little hand to touch the "other" crying child.

The cold glass blocked her touch. She paused for a moment, then her lips trembled, and she burst into even louder sobs.

Tang Xin's eye twitched: "Then what's next? How will she handle it?"

This... it definitely can't be acted out.

Qi Mengsi closed the report, her voice devoid of emotion.

"you--"

She turned to Tang Xin and gave the order: "Go and clean it up."

Tang Xin was suddenly startled.

"Clean up" refers to...

"What else could it be?" Qi Mengsi said indifferently. "Of course, it's killing her."

Tang Xin was startled again, her heart feeling as if it had been squeezed.

Cleaning...

In the jargon of the underworld, this word has only one meaning.

"Never mind, you're not a member of the Dark Division anyway." Seeing her hesitation, Qi Mengsi's tone was flat. "I'll do it."

As she spoke, she turned to push open the door.

A trembling hand suddenly grabbed her arm.

"I...I'll go!" Tang Xin said, her chest trembling slightly.

Qi Mengsi paused, turned her head, and looked at her calmly.

Tang Xin met her gaze, as if to bolster her own courage, straightened her back, and said, word by word, "To kill... criminals... is our duty!"

She spoke with conviction, but she was terribly insecure inside.

From a rational perspective, Imi is a puppeteer who has committed countless crimes.

Emotionally... she's her friend, and she's a newborn.

Qi Mengsi didn't say anything, but simply handed her a black, oddly shaped pistol.

The gun was cold and heavy, like a tombstone.

Tang Xin took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

The moment the soundproof door closed, Immy's cries were amplified tenfold, piercing her eardrums with a sharp intensity.

She stopped crying, raised her tear-streaked and snot-covered face, and stared blankly at Tang Xin as she approached.

Tang Xin raised the gun, the cold muzzle pointing at Yimi's face.

Her finger rested on the trigger; with a single pull, this puppet, who had been on the run from the Tertiary to the Eleventh Age, would die a gruesome death, both physically and mentally.

But her fingers felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Immy neither cried nor made a fuss. She tilted her head and looked curiously at the black thing pointing at her.

She slowly moved closer to the muzzle of the gun, craning her neck and pressing her eyes against it, as if she were examining a novel toy.

Tang Xin's heart was pounding, and her breath became hot.

Just as she was struggling to pull the trigger, Immy suddenly opened her small mouth and took the gun muzzle into her mouth.

"Well……"

She sucked hard twice, as if she were breastfeeding.

The coldness of the metal and the strange smell of gunpowder made her very dissatisfied.

"Bah! Bah!"

Immy spat out the gun barrel in disgust, a pitiful expression on her face. This pacifier doesn't taste right.

Tang Xin watched this scene, her mind went blank with a "buzz".

The hand holding the gun could no longer remain steady.

She was born into a wonderful family, and her parents treated her very well, so she had a dream since she was a child.

Find someone you love, get married, and have a cute little baby.

The interrogation room door was pushed open again.

Qi Mengsi walked in, her movements as swift as lightning. She snatched the gun from Tang Xin's hand and, without hesitation, aimed it at Yimi's head, ready to pull the trigger.

"No!" Tang Xin screamed instinctively, reaching out to slap him without thinking.

"boom!"

A loud bang exploded in the interrogation room!

The bullet grazed Immy's cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain on her delicate skin from the scorching air.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

Immy touched her cheek blankly, the stinging pain making her frown, pout in grievance, and her eyes slowly reddening.

next second.

"Whoa-!"

Heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the interrogation room of the Fifth Department of Shen.

Tang Xin pleaded for Yi Mi, saying that the original Yi Mi X was dead, and this one was just a baby. She should be let go, as she posed no threat to society.

Qi Mengsi remembered Yimi's wailing and thought of that famous philosophical question.

Which is more in line with the essence of death: the loss of memory or physical death?

She raised her gun again, aimed it at Immy, but did not fire immediately.

If she didn't shoot, how could she face the souls of the puppeteer's victims? What would their living relatives feel if they saw her face?

But if you fire a gun.

Isn't this a bit unfair to the newly formed Immy personality?

Qi Mengsi lightly traced a fingertip on the side of the specially made pistol, and an inconspicuous paddle was silently pushed to the third position.

Mixed mode.

The special gun has three modes: one is ionosphere, which can only fire impacts and cannot kill people; the second is live ammunition, which can kill people.

The third type is a hybrid, which falls between the two.

When dealing with difficult targets, one approach is to leave the choice to fate.

The gun was raised again, its dark barrel aimed directly at Immy's forehead.

This time, Tang Xin didn't dare to move again.

She stared intently at Qi Mengsi's slender yet terrifyingly steady finger resting on the trigger, praying incessantly in her heart.

Qi Mengsi's eyes remained expressionless as she slowly pulled the trigger.

Tang Xin closed her eyes in despair.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out. The sound was off; it was muffled yet sharp and hissing, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of ozone, not the smoky smell of gunpowder.

Tang Xin suddenly opened her eyes.

A wisp of white smoke rose from the muzzle of a gun not far away, while Immy remained sitting there unharmed.

She stopped crying, but just stared blankly with wide eyes, as if she had been stunned by what she had just witnessed.

On her smooth forehead, a red circle mark was rapidly appearing, as if it had been burned by a red-hot coin.

It is y-na-bo.

Fate has been kind to them.

Tang Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

Immy touched her forehead in a daze, the burning sensation making her wrinkle her face.

one second.

two seconds.

She finally realized that she had been bullied again.

Her little mouth suddenly pursed, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. After holding them in for a while, she finally mustered up enough strength.

"Whoa—!!!!"

The next second, a cry more earth-shattering than ever before resounded throughout the entire interrogation area of ​​the Fifth Department of Shen.

With her mind not even a year old, she simply couldn't understand what these adults were playing.

One minute they'd give her something ice-cold to chew on, the next they'd be banging on her head, it was terrifying.

I feel so wronged, so incredibly wronged!
Qi Mengsi expressionlessly put away her pistol, glanced at Ku Yimi, and then turned to look at the still-shaken Tang Xin.

"Since fate has chosen to let her live."

"From now on, she will be under your care."

She casually tossed the oddly shaped black pistol away.

Tang Xin instinctively reached out to catch it: "Boss—! Instructor—!"

She turned to follow him, saying, "I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please don't pass this hot potato to me!"

She had just taken a step when her trouser leg suddenly tightened.

A force came from below, freezing her in place.

Tang Xin slowly lowered her head.

Suddenly, Immy leaned over and gripped her trouser leg tightly with both hands. On her tear-streaked face, her big eyes were gazing at her with tears in them, filled with dependence and fear.

delicate and charming.

Tang Xin's mind went blank.

As a suspense novelist, she had conceived countless bizarre plots, but none were more absurd than what was happening before her eyes.

She has to raise a child who is older than her?
What is this? "The Baby Life of a Supervillain"? Or "My Devilish Daughter"?
The interrogation room door clicked shut in front of her, mercilessly shattering her hopes. It's over, Barbie Q is dead.

Seeing that she didn't move, Immy pulled her trouser leg even tighter, her little mouth pouting, looking like she was about to cry again.

Although she is mentally challenged, her instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is incredibly sharp.

After the series of shocks she had just experienced, she used her adult brain to process the information at lightning speed—the woman who fired the gun was dangerous, while the one in front of her would protect her.

"What's wrong?" Tang Xin looked at her pitiful appearance, and her heart softened in the end, her tone unconsciously softening.

Immy opened her mouth, but could only utter meaningless "ah ah" sounds, her little face turning red with anxiety.

Left with no other choice, Tang Xin picked up the detector from the side and attached it to Yimi's body.

Several lines of cold data immediately popped up on the instrument screen.

[Physiological state: Blood sugar level below safe level, mild dehydration]

[Emotional fluctuations: intense anxiety, extreme hunger, seeking comfort]

[Comprehensive Recommendation: Provide comfort and supplement with high-energy liquid foods, such as breast milk]

“Mother, breast milk…” Tang Xin’s eyes twitched when she saw the word. She resignedly squatted down and unlocked the shackles on Yi Mi’s wrists and ankles.

The heavy, specially made shackles clattered onto the soft cushion.

As a virgin, she definitely can't breastfeed, but you can make her a cup of milk tea.

Immi stretched her freed hands and feet, and the next second, she used both hands and feet to hug Tang Xin's thigh like a koala.

"Hey!" Tang Xin almost fell over from her grasp. After regaining her balance, she shouted angrily, "Let go! Walk by yourself!"

Immy buried her face in her pants, shaking her little head like a rattle-drum, refusing to let go.

Tang Xin's cheek twitched.

"Fine, fine, I won't let go." She resigned herself to her fate, pointing to the ground, "Then you have to walk by yourself, stand up, and do what I do."

Tang Xin stood straight, took two steps, her movements stiff as a marionette.

Immy lifted her tear-streaked face and looked at her blankly, trying to understand the gesture.

Tang Xin demonstrated it again.

Immy tilted her head, finally letting go of one hand, and shakily supported Tang Xin's leg as she tried to stand up.

She had an exceptionally good sense of balance; she only swayed a couple of times before regaining her footing.

"Yes, that's it, then take a step." Tang Xin spoke with exceptional gentleness, as if coaxing her own child.

Immi took the first step.

Then comes the second step, the third step...

In just over ten minutes, she was already able to walk forward, stumbling and unsteady, with Tang Xin holding her hand.

This learning ability is astonishingly fast.

"Okay, you're a good girl. I'll take you to eat."

As soon as she said it, Tang Xin was stunned.

She actually used a shameful reduplicated word, and her cheeks couldn't help but blush.

"Ahem, let's go." She cleared her throat, took the "giant baby's" hand, and walked out of the interrogation room.

Just as I stepped out the door, someone walked towards me.

It's Qiqi.

Her expression remained as aloof as ever, holding a thermal lunchbox in her hands.

When Yimi saw Qiqi, she suddenly shrank behind Tang Xin, gripping Tang Xin's clothes tightly with both hands, her body trembling slightly.

"Qiqi, are we only eating now?" Tang Xin ignored Yimi's reaction and greeted Qiqi.

The two were in different groups, but since Group One and Group Two were in charge of the same fortress, Yuelong Fortress, they often acted together.

Qiqi's gaze lingered on Yimi for a moment before shifting away, her voice indifferent: "No, the team leader asked me to deliver food to Li Guanqi."

"The myna bird is awake?!" Tang Xin's eyes lit up, her tone filled with surprise.

"She's awake." Qiqi said succinctly. "Could you take this over for me? I have something to do."

"Okay." Tang Xin agreed without much thought.

Qiqi handed over what she was holding.

A thermal lunchbox and a silver-white helmet.

"The team leader asked him to register a Metaverse Agent account," Qiqi added.

"Understood." Tang Xin took the lunchbox with one hand and the helmet with the other.

Qiqi nodded gently as a farewell, then turned and left without uttering a single unnecessary word.

She took a few steps, then stopped and looked back into the distance.

In my line of sight, Tang Xin was looking down, struggling to say something to her "good girl," while carrying a lunchbox in one hand, a helmet in the other, and her other hand was being held tightly by Yimi, looking like an old mother returning from the market, disheveled yet tender.

In the ward, Li Guanqi leaned against the wall, trying to organize his thoughts.

Latia's trip truly helped him understand the world.

Many things now make sense.

Before the birth of duels in 568, as many people have thought, there was indeed a prosperous dueling civilization.

However, this civilization did not originate spontaneously from humankind.

It was created by God.

Only those who traveled from Earth know this.

God must have seen the Earth and glimpsed civilization.

People like the nameless pharaoh and Jonouchi are not local legends of Biantana, but rather creations of God using the authority of creation.

After it is created, the authority of [Fate] is used to make the 'character' perform according to the animation script.

God is a will that values ​​rules, so despite the trillions of beings in the world, all the cards created are genuine Konami cards, and there are no fake cards.

But this god miscalculated one thing.

Yugi Muto and his team of animators were duelists, playing cards like crazy every day. As the first duelists, they were pioneers, with extremely high 'achievements' and 'unreplicable' characteristics.

My spirituality is increasing rapidly.

[Time Magician], [Red-Eyes Black Dragon], and [Paper God of Folding] can all be upgraded to Epic.

What's even more terrifying is that there's no limit to the spiritual energy that cards can store.

The creation of the world-destroying [Great Twist Puzzle] was enough to frighten even the gods.

It's not because this card can directly affect divine authority, but because this card proves that there is no limit to the spirituality of cards, and the aura of the World Destroyer [Great Reversal Puzzle] can transfer one unit's Yi Na to another unit.

[No upper limit] + [Unconditional absorption] + [Growth time] = [New God]

God was aware of this as well.

But this god only has the authority of creation and destiny; he cannot end a runaway civilization.

and so--

The god who controls [time and space] and [annihilation] has made his move.

The divine explosion destroyed the old civilization in an instant.

Li Guanqi had roughly figured out the incident, but he couldn't understand it.

"What does it have to do with me?"

But while it's true that they're not related, the things that happened around him don't seem entirely unrelated.

He seems to have some connection with the power over time and space.

But he felt there was a lack of clues about the specifics of their relationship, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Dong dong."

The knocking interrupted Li Guanqi's thoughts, and a light female voice followed, "Eighth Brother, it's me, Tang Xin."

Li Guanqi moved his stiff neck and replied, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Tang Xin poked half her head in with a big smile on her face. She was carrying two insulated lunch boxes in one hand and a silver-white helmet under her arm in the other. She looked a little disheveled, and it seemed like she was carrying someone behind her.

"Qiqi asked me to bring you something." She squeezed in sideways and handed the lunchbox to Li Guanqi.

"Thank you." Li Guanqi reached out and took it, his gaze following her back before suddenly pausing.

A green-haired girl was seen holding onto Tang Xin's clothes with one hand and sipping a cup of milk tea with the other.

The girl was wearing an obviously oversized T-shirt that could be worn as a skirt, making her look even more petite. Her long, seaweed-like green hair was messy, but it didn't make her look sloppy. Instead, it gave her a lazy feeling of just waking up.

What's most striking about her are her eyes.

Those were a pair of crystal-clear eyes, pure and without any impurities, as clean as freshly fallen snow. When she looked up, the pure curiosity and innocence in them could drown a person.

so cute.

Li Guanqi rarely made such a direct assessment of a young girl in his mind.

After she let go of her obsession, this is what she was like.

The foundation is indeed quite good.

"Xiaomi, don't cause trouble." Tang Xincha, like a worried old mother, lowered her head and instructed Yimi.

She then placed the helmet on Li Guanqi's bedside table, saying, "To join the team, you need to register an agent account."

"Let's eat first, we'll deal with it later."

"Okay." Li Guanqi casually put the helmet aside and opened the lunchbox.

A rich aroma of meat mixed with the sweetness of rice wafted into his nose, making his mouth water.

Tang Xin also opened her dessert box, her eyes shining and the corners of her mouth turning up.

The two buried themselves in their food, and for a moment only the soft sounds of chewing could be heard in the ward.

Li Guanqi was eating when he suddenly felt a gaze fall on him.

He looked up and met Immy's staring eyes.

She didn't drink the milk tea; her small mouth was slightly open, her eyes fixed on the ribs on his chopsticks, and she made an unconscious, longing "gurgling" sound in her throat.

That look in his eyes was pure, direct, and undisguised.

I'm just hungry.

Li Guanqi felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, and his chewing slowed down.

He silently ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, but ultimately couldn't hold on any longer.

He picked up a small, bright red piece from his food, paused in mid-air, and then, without changing his expression, brought it to Immy's lips.

Immy's eyes lit up, and without thinking, she opened her little mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

She chewed it carefully a couple of times, savoring the novel flavor.

one second.

two seconds.

The girl froze abruptly, her pretty face turning bright red at a visible speed, even the tips of her ears turning pink.

Her eyes quickly reddened, a layer of moisture formed on them, and large tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.

But she didn't cry out loud; she just opened her mouth, silently shedding tears of grievance, her little shoulders trembling.

Tang Xin realized what had happened and wiped away Yimi's tears: "What did you feed her?"

Li Guanqi said in a serious tone, "Onion, I added onion."

Tang Xin narrowed her eyes suspiciously, her gaze shifting downwards until it landed precisely on the plate of glistening, bright red side dishes in the corner of his lunchbox.

"Liar."

"It's clearly a chili pepper."

(End of this chapter)