Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 726 Memory Problems

Yu Shijiu never imagined that there might be something wrong with his memory.

He spent so many years in the sanatorium, and it seemed that every day he would be dragged along by all sorts of strange patients to jump and shout—Yu Shijiu didn't shout at first, but later he found that if he didn't shout, his food would be reduced...

The feeling of being hungry is awful.

Yu Shijiu ultimately chose to join the patients in shouting and running wildly around the courtyard—these crazy scenes were eventually filmed by some doctors and sent to Liang Guodong.

He was, in everyone's eyes, a "good father".

These photos, taken at Liang Guodong's behest, were widely disseminated by the media, eventually sparking a wave of emotions online. People were moved by Liang Guodong's deep affection and by the fact that his son was a mentally ill person who went mad after witnessing his mother's death—oh, and also a madman who once tried to kill his stepmother.

Even so, Liang Guodong did not give up on this "son".

On the day he escaped from the sanatorium, Yu Shijiu ran through winding alleys and lingered on the edge of countless high-rise buildings for a long time before he saw Liang Guodong being interviewed.

During the interview, Liang Guodong sat in his office, impeccably dressed, and delivered a series of official statements. Finally, the reporter asked him about his son, who was "receiving treatment in a sanatorium."

What did Liang Guodong say at the time?

His eyes reddened at first, then he sadly lowered his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, and choked out:

“I hope my son can recover soon. He’s a good boy, and he’s been very smart since he was little… He just suffered a traumatic experience. As his father, I’ve always wanted him to be able to live a normal life…”

Then she said many touching things to outsiders—shrinking in the crowd, Yu Shijiu looked up at Liang Guodong on the screen, who was shedding tears. The muscles in her face twitched slowly, eventually forming a very bright smile.

"Oh~"

As Yu Shijiu listened to the pitying conversations of some passersby, he silently touched the dense scars on his arm.

"So, Dad, you love me this much..."

Yu Shijiu's facial muscles twitched even more violently. He could hear his heart pounding rapidly, just like the sound of his mother holding him while watching TV.

"Then just die."

Only the dead can't let that mouth spout nonsense.

Amidst the chaotic and noisy crowd, Yu Shijiu thought to herself.

"Meow?!"

Feifei looked at Yu Shijiu, who suddenly arched his back and laughed hysterically, with fear in his eyes. He kept nudging Yu Shijiu's hand with his head in a panic.

"Meow meow meow?!"

What's wrong, meow? What happened, meow? Are you sick, meow? If you're sick, you need to—

"Haha."

Yu Shijiu suddenly hugged it tightly and raised the corners of his mouth—this expression made Feifei even more scared.

It kept licking the cheeks of the boy who was hugging it, keenly sensing that the flesh on the other's face was trembling.

Why is the meat shaking, meow?

Feifei tried to take a closer look with suspicion, but Yu Shijiu hugged her even tighter, making her unable to move.

Fatty: "...Meow?"

How can a sick person still have so much strength?

"..."

After a long while, Yu Shijiu's near-collapse finally subsided, and he continued to clean Feifei's ears with a smile.

Fatty: "..."

This time, Feifei was very obedient and let Yu Shijiu do whatever he wanted.

After successfully cleaning Feifei's ears, Yu Shijiu hugged Feifei and gave it a big kiss on the forehead. After spitting out a few cat hairs, he started cleaning up the trash.

"Okay, it's all cleaned up perfectly."

Yu Shijiu bent down, cleaned up the trash, and walked towards the trash can, cheerful sounds escaping his lips:

"What delicious food will Brother Chen make tonight? Will there be mutton soup? The other day, Brother Han turned pale at the mere mention of mutton soup, which made Brother Chen say he'd be making mutton soup in a few days..."

Yu Shijiu grumbled on and on, then quickly threw away the trash, clapped his hands, and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

Behind him, Fatty shook his head to shake out the remaining water from his ears, then slowly walked to the bathroom door, squatted down, and looked inside.

Shi Jiu's master is acting strangely...

What's wrong with meowing?

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The black-robed church meeting room.

At a conference table that could accommodate nearly ten people, men and women dressed in black robes sat silently and motionless.

Zhou Yuanyang, who was in the lead, lowered his eyes and teased the large centipede on his wrist. His disfigured half of his face looked like a ghost under the light.

The nun yawned listlessly, her red lips slightly parted:

"Nobody's going to say anything? Then I'll say it first: I'm not participating in the first guild tournament."

The pastor standing behind the nun felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

The saying "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down" should never have been done in the first place. How did the nun respond this time?

"You won't participate?"

The burly man sitting opposite the nun slammed his hand on the table. His black robe seemed too small, stretching as he moved to reveal the shape of his massive muscles.

"You didn't participate in the guild competitions in previous years, and you still don't want to participate this year—"

"Pastoral rules".

The nun interrupted the burly man, saying lazily, "Go out and get me a glass of water."

"……Yes."

Noticing the gazes of everyone at the conference table, Mu Gui stiffened and quickly walked out.

"You seem to be quite comfortable using this drug-using human."

The burly man watched Mu Gui disappear into the distance and sneered, "I think it's been several years, what's wrong? Has our nun taken a liking to him?"

The nun's smile remained unchanged as she slowly took out lipstick and a mirror from her pocket and began to reapply lipstick as if no one else was around.

That sight made the burly man's eyes red with anger. He slammed his fist on the table again and roared:

"You son of a bitch—"

"Tan Ji".

Zhou Yuanyang's voice came calmly from the head seat: "You've gone too far."

The burly man named Tan Ji's throat tightened, and his face turned pale for a moment.

The nun slowly applied her lipstick, then admired the beautiful woman in the mirror and curled her red lips in admiration.

“Bishop Zhou,” the nun sighed, “Tan Ji doesn’t seem like the same person he used to beg me for potions. Has his talent skill leveled up?”

Tan Ji's face turned ashen, and he was burning with anger, wanting to say something, but he kept silent because of Zhou Yuanyang's presence.

"All right."

Zhou Yuanyang lightly tapped the tentacle that the giant centipede was biting on his tiger's mouth, and said nonchalantly:

"The archbishops have already chosen the candidates for the first round of the guild tournament. I will send out the list tomorrow. Everyone just needs to be ready."

The rest of the people remained silent, and the nun even blatantly stood up to leave.

"Have the archbishops been chosen? I'll be going now, I've been quite busy lately—"

"and many more."

Zhou Yuanyang suddenly said.