Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Ding.

Xing's phone notification rang crisply in the party car.

It's been quite a while since Lu Ze sent his last message.

During this time, March 7th idly flipped through an entire old magazine on the train.

The moment the notification sound rang, it wasn't Xing who reacted the fastest, but rather her.

She leaped up from the sofa and darted behind Xing in a few quick steps, her short pink hair almost brushing against Xing's face.

"Here it comes! What is it this time? Not another trash can, is it?"

Xing ignored her and quickly turned on the screen.

[Jin Xing's son-in-law: Pictures, pictures, pictures]

It's still all about pictures flooding the screen.

Lu Ze also added a brief text description: it roughly means that he has completed exploring the entire B5 area and is preparing to make contact with the girl named Xilin.

With a light tap of her fingertip, Xing enlarged the first image.

A metal key card with a clear B5 number printed on its surface, slight wear marks on the edges, reflecting a small, blurry spot of light under dim light.

Xing's lips curved slightly. Lu Ze not only obtained the key, but also used it to successfully enter the target area.

She didn't linger and immediately clicked on the second picture.

This time, everyone was stunned.

The image shows a giant, purplish-black egg, about half the height of a person, covered in purple patterns, pulsating slightly at an extremely slow pace, as if something is breathing inside.

"What is this?"

March 7 blinked, her face full of curiosity.

She tilted her head and examined it for a while, then suddenly clapped her hands: "I know! This must be some kind of super high-tech egg, right?"

Dan Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze lingering on the screen for a moment.

"It doesn't seem like a naturally formed object. It's more like an aggregate of some kind of energy, manifested in a biological form." His tone was somewhat uncertain, and he unusually used a speculative sentence.

Himeko put down her coffee cup and leaned over to examine it closely for a while. "These patterns are from the same source as the erosion marks on the children before," she said, her voice turning somber.

Just then, Walter, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

"Benares".

His voice was low, as if he were digging out a long-forgotten name from the depths of his memory. Everyone turned to look at him.

"Judgment-class Honkai Beast - Benares".

Walter took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with his sleeve, using this action to organize his thoughts.

"This egg is its initial form. It is not a naturally occurring Honkai Beast, but a companion Honkai Beast created by the girl named Sirin using the relics of her deceased friend."

He put his glasses back on, his gaze falling on the picture through the lenses, a calm demeanor masking unspeakable emotions.

"The child created Benares out of her longing for her deceased friend. She created it in loneliness and pain, making it her only companion. And it will become her most loyal guardian."

The carriage was quiet for a moment.

On March 7th, he opened his mouth, but all the wild, imaginative guessing he had been doing earlier vanished.

She stared at the giant, purplish-black egg on the screen, her throat moved, but she said nothing.

"Star, you must remind Luze to be careful of Sirin. Now that Benares has appeared, it means Sirin has become a Herrscher. The Herrscher transformation process is irreversible," Welt warned, knowing what Benares' imminent hatching meant.

Xing didn't ask any more questions, and immediately sent a warning to Lu Ze on her phone.

[Galaxy Baseball Man: Watch out. Sirin has become a Herrscher. Escape as quickly as possible.]

After sending the message, Xing opened the last picture.

The picture shows a little girl huddled in a corner of the room.

She leaned against the cold metal wall, her legs spread out casually, her arms hanging limply at her sides.

His skin was sickly pale, as if it had never seen the sun all year round, and as thin as a sheet of paper.

Her long, dark purple hair had become dry and brittle due to long-term malnutrition, and it was scattered haphazardly over her shoulders and the sides of her face.

She clutched a small piece of cloth in her hand, its color faded so much that it was almost unrecognizable, its edges jagged, as if it had been forcibly torn from some garment.

That was the only thing she held tightly to.

Her eyes were open. Her golden pupils were empty, devoid of anything.

The carriage remained silent for a long time.

March 7th's eyes reddened.

"These scumbags!"

Her voice rose a whole pitch, trembling, and her fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"How could they do this to such a young child? How old is she? Ten? Eleven? She's still a child! Do they have any humanity?"

Danheng didn't speak, but his brows furrowed even more.

Himeko put down her coffee cup, the sound of the porcelain hitting the table being a bit louder than usual.

She turned her face slightly away, her red hair obscuring her expression, but her fingers, gripping the cup handle with distinct knuckles, remained clenched for a long time.

The silence in the carriage was broken by Xing, with the sound of her forcefully tapping the screen.

[Galaxy Baseball Man: Those guys deserve to die!]

The message has been sent.

No one refuted her statement.