AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Damp and Gloomy Male Ghost Shou Appears: Teacher, Your Student Has Returned…

Chapter 8: The Damp and Gloomy Male Ghost Shou Appears: Teacher, Your Student Has Returned…

He lectured on some common sense knowledge for mechanical engineers.

At the last moment before closing the live broadcast room, a weak “Daddy” was heard.

Song Ningwan raised his eyes to look at the pale-faced Allen, then put down the communicator in his hand and walked over to gently comfort him.

Was this really the cub he raised? Allen was such a cultured name; it definitely wasn’t chosen by the original owner.

Moreover, judging from a subjective point of view, the two didn’t look alike.

Soft little hands would gently wrap around the man’s slender fingers, and he would even put them in his mouth to suck.

!

Song Ningwan thought it was very unhygienic and immediately stretched out his finger and patted the child’s chest as a small reprimand.

Returning to the Butterfly live broadcast interface, the personal fan account had already grown to 500,000+, and he checked the background balance.

After platform commissions and taxes, there were still 2 million Contribution Points.

Song Ningwan didn’t quite understand what so many Contribution Points could do, so he opened his private messages. Besides the legion commander still bombarding him with messages, coercing and enticing him, there was also a message from the Lower Trash District Director trying to retain him.

[Hope of the Lower Trash District People: Thank you for awakening the raging flames in the hearts of the people. I only beg you not to leave tomorrow.]

[Hope of the Lower Trash District People: Perhaps this will offend you, but I just heard the voice of a child. Did you bring a family member with you?]

Song Ningwan’s pupils froze. As expected, he was heard. It seemed that the Lower Trash District was not a place to stay for long.

[Hope of the Lower Trash District People: Your Excellency, please calm down. I have overstepped my boundaries.]

The Lower Trash District Director was very shrewd, appearing humble and modest, but in reality, he was retreating to advance, pressing closer step by step.

Song Ningwan still couldn’t figure out who the other party thought he was.

[S: I felt saddened by the sight of disabled people on the street, so I drew prosthetic limb structure diagrams for them, including mechanical arms, prosthetic eyes, mechanical organs, etc. The materials used are of the highest quality, and the price is set below 10,000 Contribution Points.]

[Hope of the Lower Trash District People: Thank you for your pity, but…]

Song Ningwan could naturally imagine that the Lower Trash District did not have enough funds to develop these.

He himself definitely couldn’t show his face, so he would post the structural diagrams on the internet for people to refer to and study.

[S: I will pay 1 million Contribution Points to support the Lower Trash District.]

[Hope of the Lower Trash District People: Your help is etched in my heart, Your Excellency.]

A contract was sent.

[System Prompt: May we use your reputation?]

Song Ningwan briefly looked through the contract, which stated that the right to use the mechanical drawings was being bought out.

Seeing that there were no loopholes, he clicked agree.

[Please perform facial recognition.]

Allen groggily opened his eyes and lifted the sleeve covering his body.

He looked around, on the verge of crying.

“Come here.” Song Ningwan said.

When he was confused, he immediately had a pillar to rely on. Allen trotted over, threw himself into the man’s arms, and called him Daddy.

Song Ningwan aimed the communicator at Allen, and the beam turned green after scanning.

[Authentication Passed.]

After finishing the conversation with the Lower Trash District Director, Song Ningwan exited the live broadcast interface and did not reply to anyone’s messages.

Logging onto the Local Area Network (LAN) of the entire Trash District, he saw a private message.

[Dire Wolf: You started a live broadcast?]

Remembering Dire Wolf’s generous spending, Song Ningwan, although not short of money now, upheld the principle of “more friends, more paths,” and replied.

[S: Yeah.]

[Dire Wolf: Open the Trash District Local Area Network, and I’ll give you a reward.]

[S: Can’t you see my live broadcast?]

[Dire Wolf: I can only see the live broadcasts and posts on the Upper Trash District Local Area Network and public channels. If I can’t see it, it means you’re in the Lower Trash District.]

So that’s how it was.

The Local Area Networks were not connected, and you could only see your own and public ones. The other side couldn’t search.

[S: Are there any recommended residences in the Upper Trash District?]

[Dire Wolf: You can come find me.]

[S: There’s a child at home, so it’s not very convenient.]

He didn’t know if Dire Wolf was busy; the message was in an unread state.

“We’re going to a very far place, and there might be danger. If bad people come to catch you, you have to learn to run away, keep running, and don’t look back.” Song Ningwan squatted down to tidy up Allen’s collar. The fabric of the worn-out white sweater was very smooth, but it was already stained with large patches of blood.

“Don’t leave the baby behind…” Allen’s large tears dripped down, scalding Song Ningwan’s palm.

“How could I leave you? Allen is a good baby. But Daddy wants to ask you a few questions. You must tell me honestly, okay?” Song Ningwan lowered his voice, his tone particularly gentle, occasionally stroking the back of Allen’s neck, comforting the trembling little body.

“Do you still remember your name?”

Allen nodded like a pecking chick, tightly clutching his pants, “Ai Ai will listen obediently.”

Song Ningwan pointed to himself, “Besides me, do you have other relatives?”

“Daddy…”

“Only Daddy?” Song Ningwan used his rough thumb to wipe away the sparkling tears and picked Allen up.

“Don’t cry; I’ll take you away from here.”

Every citizen of the Underground City had a Heart Core implanted for real-name authentication, but the Lower Trash District was different, as it was constantly war-torn.

Many vagrants, fugitives, and murderers would hide in the Lower Trash District to escape the sanctions of the Underground City Covenant.

Passing through the Lower Trash District tunnel and heading north, many homeless people migrated to the Upper Trash District in small groups.

It was rumored that the Lower Trash District was hell, the Upper Trash District was the human realm, and the main city was paradise.

Song Ningwan covered half of his face with a black cloth, holding the baby in his arms, and followed the crowd, drifting along and passing through countless tunnels.

After all, except for the five major districts, which were man-made residential areas, the rest of the Underground City was the buried underground.

The tunnel went from narrow to wide, and two forks appeared in front of him, both guarded by security.

The electronic screen on the left flickered with “Lower Trash District,” and the screen on the right was dazzling, the text gorgeous, marking that this road led to the Boro District.

Was the Boro District the same as the Trash District?

Clearly, more people were going to the Boro District, and there were very few people on the tunnel to the Upper Trash District.

According to his observation, most of the displaced people were parents with children, and there were also a few emaciated old people.

Song Ningwan did not have a Heart Core to prove his identity, and he was not sure what would happen if he left the Trash District.

He still chose to go to the Upper Trash District.

Walking to the entrance of the cave, the guards outside were particularly lazy, as if they hadn’t noticed the people coming.

“Excuse me…”

As soon as Song Ningwan spoke, he was interrupted by the guard, “Go in, oh, 50,000 Contribution Points per person, and children also count. If you don’t have Contribution Points, get out of the way; don’t get in the way.”

Such a huge sum caused the people queuing behind to turn pale and wiggle their lips, “Yesterday it was still 40,000. How can it be so expensive overnight? This is really cutting off our livelihood!!!”

The noisy discussions rang out, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.

The emaciated old man suddenly ran up, opened his arms, and grinned, “Fly, fly! Leave the Lower Trash District and go to heaven.”

Accompanied by a strange song, the young woman calmly opened her mouth, “Another one has gone crazy. When will we be able to leave this man-eating hell?”

The audience was coldly watching, the protagonist was playing the clown to their heart’s content, and the superiors were smiling happily.

The world was crazy and sick.

Song Ningwan noticed that his neck was being hugged tightly, so he gently pressed Allen into his arms and softly comforted him, “Don’t be afraid.”

The guard grinned and subconsciously reached for his waist, only to have his wrist grabbed and unable to move.

“Oh? Do you want to die?”

“I want to pass, two people.” Song Ningwan let go, not afraid of the blatant scrutiny.

Until the guard shifted his gaze, turned around, and walked to the instrument to fiddle with it for a long time.

“Walk onto the security scanner and scan the code with your communicator.”

After the guard operated, the security door opened, emitting a yellow light to wait for scanning.

Everyone around revealed envious and jealous expressions, as if they could swallow the two alive.

“Ah! A rich person from the Lower Trash District, taking out 100,000 without blinking. Are you related to the legion?” the guard joked.

Beep—!

As soon as the words fell, the yellow light turned red, sweeping around, and the alarm sounded deafeningly.

In the blink of an eye, Allen disappeared!

Where did his little dumpling go?!

So, not caring about the guard’s roar, Song Ningwan’s eyes turned red, and he looked around.

It was all people.

Endless.

“Ai Ai!” Song Ningwan didn’t call Allen by his full name, walking off the security scanner to call out.

He couldn’t find him anywhere.

“You’re a Black household; how dare you go to the Upper Trash District?” the guard chased after him, coldly watching everything.

“Ai Ai, come out quickly!” Dizziness caused Song Ningwan’s pupils to lose focus. He pushed the crowd away, stubbornly searching for his child.

“He’s going crazy. Find a few people, press him down, and throw him on the train!” The guard, realizing that force was useless, immediately shouted to the people behind him, “Get a dose of anesthetic, quickly!”

Puff—

A slight stinging sensation came from his shoulder, and his entire upper body instantly went numb. Song Ningwan couldn’t even stand steady and fell straight to the ground.

In the last moment before falling unconscious, he desperately tried to open his mouth, but it was in vain.

That’s right! Spiritual power.

The spiritual threshold of Song Ningwan’s body was very low, equivalent to a mechanical engineer just starting out. At this moment, the seawater suppressed under the ice was surging, bound to break through the shackles in one fell swoop.

Buzz—

In an instant, the blocked meridians were unblocked, and a warm current gushed out continuously, acting domineeringly.

It covered the mechanical instruments, permeating every part of the structural parts.

Rumble—

The ground vibrated. Whether it was the main city or the Trash District, those towering, high-powered machines instantly went out, as if in absolute surrender to the power.

Above the firmament, the artificial sunlight retracted its light at this moment.

Day ushered in Eternal Night.

The entire Underground City trembled—this was the terrifying spiritual power of a SSS-class mechanical engineer, enough to stir up all resonance.

Ten thousand miles below, Ka’lier, who was sealed in the underground laboratory, opened his inorganic dark red pupils, the confusion turning into ruthlessness. The familiar spiritual power rolled over his brain, and his entire body’s cells clamored and trembled.

In the glass cover, “blood vessels” linked his body, cold and lonely.

He had been hidden by humans in the underground for ten thousand years, originally planning to kill everyone to vent his anger.

But he suddenly felt Wan’s spiritual power stimulating every piece of his skin, joint connections, so good it made his scalp tingle.

“Teacher…”

Every low pant could stir his long-dormant mechanical heart.