Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

"It seems this must be where it went to school before it died."

Su Yuan said excitedly, "We just need to come back tomorrow and ask the person in charge here to get information about it."

"Um."

The two men pried open the door and went inside, following Chen Yaoxi into a classroom.

In the classroom, it sat on a chair and waved its hand in the air, as if it were flipping through a book to study.

A little while later, it stood up, walked to the blackboard, and began to draw and write on it with its hand...

Zhang and Yue sat at the table below, looking bored, just staring at it.

How is the situation?

Hashimoto's inquiry came through the walkie-talkie; he was still in the old house because of his mobility issues.

"We followed it to a special shelter where it seemed to have attended school before it died."

"Great! We'll know its identity tomorrow. Be extra careful." Hashimoto's excited voice came through the phone. In his view, finding the place where the little boy had stayed would help them figure out its identity.

The truth is about to be revealed...

Zhang Yue smiled. "Yes. Congratulations, Dr. Hashimoto. Tomorrow we'll know its identity. The only thing left is to find its body."

After a moment of silence on the phone, Hashimoto's voice came through: "Zhang-san, every step you've mentioned is exactly what I want to know next. You're like a tapeworm in my stomach."

"Because I, like you, want to know how death and immortality came about."

[Hahaha... You use such good words, death and eternal life, death... eternal life]

"It's going out," Su Yuan suddenly shouted.

Suddenly, the little boy ran out of the classroom. Su Yuan quickly called Zhang Yue to follow, but just as they went out together and reached the door, Zhang Yue felt a chill run through her body, as if she were trapped in an ice cellar.

For some reason, Chen Yaoxi suddenly stopped at the door, turned his head, and stared at them quietly.

Or rather, he was staring intently at Zhang Yue, who was walking at the front.

An intense sense of fear spread through their hearts.

Zhang Yue suppressed her fear and looked at Chen Yaoxi's chin. The two of them remained frozen in place, neither moving an inch.

Chen Yaoxi slowly approached, his feet floating off the ground, flying into the air, and his head slowly approaching Zhang Yue...

In folk mythology, the eyes are the windows to the soul. According to the world's setting, they are unaffected by images and sounds, as if they live in another world. Only when they make eye contact with someone will the rules be triggered.

Zhang Yue took a deep breath and stared at the other person's chin, controlling herself from looking into their eyes, just like Ye Qidong in the drama.

Su Yuan subconsciously swallowed, took a few steps back, and hid in the classroom...

His expression shifted between light and dark as he touched his pocket, seemingly deep in thought.

Seemingly sensing something was wrong, Hashimoto's anxious voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Moshi moshi, what happened? Why is there no sound at all?"

Su Yuan took the walkie-talkie, went back into the classroom, and reported to Hashimoto, "Hashimoto, Zhang Yue... Zhang Yue is making eye contact with that little boy."

Remember, don't make eye contact with it.

Why?

[After the autopsy was completed at the hospital, Ye Qidong deduced that the foreigner's death was likely caused by making eye contact with the other person, which triggered the rule.]

"..."

However, Su Yuan looked at Zhang Yue with some doubt. The other party was clearly facing the little boy, their faces almost touching...

Finally, the little boy slowly floated down from the air, walked to the other side of the corridor, paused for a moment, then climbed up and jumped down.

Su Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, then followed Zhang Yue and quickly ran down the stairs.

When they got downstairs, the little boy was already sitting on a stone bench, motionless, just like when he was going to school, waiting for his mother, muttering a few words from time to time.

Su Yuan smiled slightly and strode forward...

Before Zhang Yue could react, she pulled a newspaper from her pocket and covered Chen Yaoxi's head with it...

Zhang Yue asked knowingly, "Su Yuan, what are you doing...?"

Su Yuan gave a cold laugh. "I don't need to explain what I do to you. I don't know which organization sent you, but if you don't want to die, you'd better back off obediently and pretend nothing happened."

Suddenly, a small, exquisite pistol appeared in Su Yuan's hand, pointing it directly at Zhang Yue.

Zhang Yue raised her hand and slowly backed away.

Su Yuan quickly packed Chen Yaoxi up, stuffed him into a newspaper and folded it into a small piece. Zhang Yue watched coldly from the side. He knew that although the newspaper sprayed with Meng Jie's sponge could catch him, it couldn't trap him.

Because newspapers have gaps.

The only thing that could truly be grasped was the Mengjie sponge cube in Hashimoto's hand.

But for some reason, another idea suddenly popped into Zhang Yue's mind: if newspaper wouldn't work, what about cling film sprayed with Meng Jie sponge? Cling film could stick together, and the gaps between them were even tighter than newspaper...

【Moshi, Moshi, how is it?】

Perhaps it was a sixth sense, but Hashimoto asked over the walkie-talkie.

After Su Yuan packed Chen Yaoxi up and took him away, Zhang Yue obediently picked up the walkie-talkie and replied, "Su Yuan, she packed the little boy up with a newspaper and took him away."

On the phone, Hashimoto's voice broke down in shock: "What?!?"

……

……

"Hello, it's me, Su Yuan."

As Su Yuan drove, he smugly dialed a mysterious number on his phone. "Boss, we've got the little boy, and I've also found out where he lived."

"It's located at [Qili Special Custody and Education Center XX]. That's right, you can get information about it by sending someone to investigate this place."

"I want twenty million, in US dollars."

"Impossible. The synthesis formula of Meng Jie Sponge, and the little boy alone are worth this price. Ten million each, not a penny less."

Indeed, just as Zhang Yue suspected, Su Yuan's identity was never that simple.

When she first joined Hashimoto's team, she was indeed a researcher and assistant.

Over the years, she was not only Hashimoto's assistant but also his lover, which is why in the movie, her status seemed to be above that of the other two assistants.

But gradually, after she learned that Hashimoto had a terminal illness and was about to die, she began to plan her way out.

If Hashimoto dies, the project team will definitely be disbanded, and what can an assistant like her get?

The honor of being the inventor of antigravity matter, the institution's reputation, the deceased Hashimoto's money? The investors behind it, she gets nothing.

Throughout history, has anyone ever remembered the name of a Nobel laureate's assistant? No.

She was still young and unwilling to give up.

So Su Yuan not only secretly stole the synthesis formula for Mengjie Sponge, but also planned to steal the little boy along with it.

Without the little boy, Mengjie Sponge is like an uncharged battery, serving no purpose whatsoever.

There's only one special Chen Yaoxi in the whole world...

It's like an ancient person finding an armored vehicle but being helpless because they have no fuel, despite having a treasure trove.

"Okay, send someone to pick me up right away. I'll head to the dock now..."

As he spoke, Su Yuan subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, but little did he know that what he saw made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Just because a little boy, with a grayish-white body and only half a body, was crawling out of her pocket and putting one hand on her shoulder...

A strange, transparent thread connected Su Yuan's brow—