Chapter 80#
Butterfly Island#
Ye Sheng: “The Seventh Executor’s ability is related to plants.”
Ning Weichen: “It should be. The last place Demeter carried out a mission was in the tropical rainforest known as the Green Hell.” He asked with a smile: “Brother, why are you suddenly so interested in Executors?”
Ye Sheng was silent for a moment, then spoke his mind truthfully.
“Even if I’m not interested now, I will be forced to understand these things in the future.”
His life had completely derailed, deviating from its original track and heading towards another bizarre and motley world.
He would have to face these things sooner or later.
Ning Weichen smiled and said softly: “It’s not that absolute. If you don’t want to, I can make it so you never have to come into contact with the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs.”
Ye Sheng didn’t answer, just glanced up at him and said: “You’re very resistant to the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs?”
Ning Weichen nodded generously: “En, I think they’re all sick.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Although Ye Sheng’s initial impression of the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs was also extremely poor, after several encounters, he now felt neither like nor dislike for them.
“Why?”
Ning Weichen smiled: “If there was a group of people who, from the moment you were born, were constantly wary of you, suspecting you, and secretly investigating you, you wouldn’t have a good impression of them either…”
“What does the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs suspect you of?”
Ning Weichen said casually: “They suspect I’ve been implanted with an A-rank or higher anomaly.”
Ye Sheng was stunned: “Didn’t you already tell them it was a Siren?”
“En, but they don’t believe it.” Ning Weichen laughed, the smile on his lips carrying a faint mockery: “They always think the Ning family performed a surgery on me that violates the ‘Butterfly Island Convention’.”
The Butterfly Island Convention. Butterfly Island again.
“What is Butterfly Island?”
“I knew you would ask this.”
Ning Weichen’s eyes seemed to have already seen through his heart, and he smiled slightly.
“Butterfly Island is an independent island in the Pacific Ocean that doesn’t belong to any country. Its original name is Sariel, but because the island is full of red butterflies, more people are willing to call it Butterfly Island.”
“Butterfly Island doesn’t belong to the government, nor does it belong to the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs. It exists independently of the world, is the world’s largest anomaly containment site, and also the highest human research institute.”
“Most anomalies can be eliminated or purified, but some high-level anomalies can only be contained.”
“Butterfly Island contains anomalies, studies anomalies, and—extracts anomalies to make implant samples.”
“High-level innate awakeners among humans are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Many top students from the First Military Academy will go to Butterfly Island for a transplant surgery before enrolling—implanting a high-level anomaly into their bodies. But this is more like a gamble. The number of people who die from rejection reactions every year is countless, and even if the transplant is successful, it’s not certain that they can master the power.”
Ning Weichen’s tone was cold: “However, whether it’s an innate awakener or a post-natal transplant esper, they can’t escape ‘alienation’ in the end. Alienation will make people manic, lose their reason, and even self-destruct. The possibility of self-destruction is greater for post-natal transplant espers. After all, stealing the power of foreign objects is a deal with death, requiring continuous consumption of ‘biological agents’ to maintain oneself.”
Ye Sheng: “Biological agents?”
Ning Weichen: “En. Biological agents can temporarily slow down human alienation and purify external spiritual values.”
Ye Sheng was stunned. Thinking of something, he quickly said: “Ning Weichen, at the Huaicheng train station, you asked Butler Li to take me down to rest, and he poured me a glass of water. Was there a biological agent in that water?”
Ye Sheng only remembered that after swallowing the fetus girl, his throat and abdomen were burning with pain.
But after drinking that glass of water, the knife-like pain began to slowly ease.
Ning Weichen paused slightly, a meaningful smile hooking his lips, and said softly: “What a good memory, Brother.”
“How do you get biological agents?” Ye Sheng asked.
Ning Weichen said helplessly: “Brother, you have a lot of questions.”
“Biological agents are priceless on the market. If you join the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs and become an Executor, the headquarters will automatically distribute them every month. As for free espers who are separate from the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs, they can exchange the anomalies they obtain with the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs. Different levels of anomalies can be exchanged for different shares. If the anomaly is too powerful to be killed, providing information to the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs can also get a reward.”
After Ning Weichen finished speaking, he sighed and took the initiative to say: “Don’t ask me about their affairs, I really don’t know about this.”
Ye Sheng: “…” He didn’t need to think to know that Ning Weichen would definitely not know about ‘bounty hunters’. After all, this young master couldn’t even be bothered with the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs.
Ye Sheng: “Last question, what is the relationship between the Ning family and the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs?”
Ning Weichen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: “How rare, darling, you’re actually starting to ask about this.”
Ye Sheng had always known that Ning Weichen’s family background was prominent, but this prominence seemed to have transcended the conventional sense.
As the heir, Ning Weichen didn’t seem to want to talk much about the Ning family’s affairs, just smiled lightly and said: “The Ning family controls the production line of biological agents and has a cooperative relationship with the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Ye Sheng: “……”
Impressive.
No wonder Luo Xingyan called him Crown Prince.
Ning Weichen said: “You’ve asked so much, do you want to join the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs?”
Ye Sheng: “No.”
He just wanted to see the full picture of this world earlier. There was a mystery in Ye Sheng’s heart that he couldn’t solve, and this mystery was the relationship between these organizations. The plutocrats, Butterfly Island, the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs, and the governments of various countries.
Ning Weichen suddenly said: “I’d actually quite like you to join the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs.”
Ye Sheng looked at him strangely.
Ning Weichen said with a serious and smiling tone: “Since they like to monitor me so much, why don’t they send you to my side in the future. I promise to live in your sight twenty-four hours a day, and be very obedient.”
Ye Sheng expressionlessly interrupted his fantasy: “I don’t have an ability, I’m not qualified to enter.”
Ning Weichen: “Is that so?”
Ye Sheng: “I’m done asking, let’s sleep.” After he lay down, his head hit the pillow, and he closed his eyes. The familiar feeling of sleepiness came over him like a tide.
Ning Weichen looked down at Ye Sheng and leaned over: “You’re sleeping already?”
Ye Sheng: “En.”
Ning Weichen said: “Aren’t you going to tell me about your affairs?”
Ye Sheng was a little itchy from his breath and opened his eyes in dissatisfaction: “Tell you what.”
Ning Weichen: “As an exchange, tell me about your childhood in Yinshan.”
Ye Sheng didn’t want to bring up the past at all: “There’s nothing to talk about.”
Ning Weichen told him that the bloody fairy tale world in the basement was a pure land of time written by the Story King.
A pure land of time. But for Ye Sheng, childhood had not been given any meaning. From the moment he was born and opened his eyes, it was as if he was undergoing a tribulation. There would never be anyone in the world like him, born with hatred and hostility.
Ye Sheng turned around, leaving his back to Ning Weichen, and said in a low voice: “Let’s sleep.”
Ning Weichen looked at the white, slender neck under his black short hair in the dim light. His eyes were dark, and many images flashed through his mind. After a long time, he smiled and said: “Okay, good night.”
Ye Sheng had his own biological clock. No matter what time he went to sleep at night, he would wake up at seven o’clock the next day as usual. But perhaps because he had consumed too much energy in the basement last night, he actually slept until nine in the morning this time. When he woke up, the golden sunlight was already shining into the room from the gap in the curtains. Ye Sheng felt his head was groggy, with a hangover-like pain. He rubbed his temples, trying to wake himself up.
Suddenly, an arm came across his waist and wrapped around him.
Ning Weichen’s voice was low, hoarse, and lazy: “It’s still early, sleep a little longer.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Ye Sheng expressionlessly removed his hand. The first time he didn’t use much force and actually couldn’t pull it away. When he was about to use force, Ning Weichen had already withdrawn his hand, propped himself up on the bed, and said: “Why did you wake up so early?”
Ye Sheng said: “It’s not early.” He got up and got out of bed barefoot, went to open the curtains, intending to let the sunlight in. But when he did this, a strong sense of strangeness suddenly surged in his heart.
Coincidentally, Ning Weichen was behind him, his gaze lingering ambiguously, thoughtfully, and he chuckled softly: “Like this, we really look like we just spent the night together.”
Ye Sheng pulled the curtains open with a “swish,” his face cold, his movements large.
Ning Weichen sighed: “Just kidding, don’t be angry.”
He stretched and also got out of bed, saying affectionately: “If something really happened last night, I definitely wouldn’t be willing to let you get out of bed now.”
“…”
Ye Sheng had already bent down to pick up his phone and walked out the door, the sound of the door closing was deafening.
Bang!
Leaving Ning Weichen standing alone, laughing for a long time.
Ye Sheng went out to change his clothes, then went to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and saw that there was meat, eggs, vegetables, and noodles inside. It was probably because he had found the refrigerator empty when he came over last time, so Ning Weichen had Butler Li put some things here.
Ye Sheng looked away, lowered his eyes and rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and began to prepare breakfast.
He had lived alone since he was a child and had been cooking for more than ten years. His movements were skilled and neat. He broke and beat the eggs, washed and chopped the tomatoes. He heated the pan with oil, scrambled the eggs, then fried the tomatoes until they released their juice, and finally boiled the noodles in water.
Before long, he had made two bowls of steaming hot tomato and egg noodles. The eggs were golden, the soup was thick, and the noodles were soft and white. Sprinkled with chopped green onions, the color was beautiful and the aroma was tempting.
Ye Sheng felt that the ingredients that Butler Li would put in Ning Weichen’s apartment were definitely not ordinary. At least when he took the eggs, the box was full of words he didn’t recognize. The taste was also richer than before.
When Ye Sheng placed the breakfast on the table, Ning Weichen came out of the bathroom. Ye Sheng didn’t wait for him. After sitting down, he picked up his chopsticks himself.
“Eat quickly, we’re going to the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs after we finish.”
Ning Weichen was slightly stunned by this scene. Ye Sheng sat at the table. The golden sunlight slanted in from the window and fell on his cold side face. The backlight blurred his expression, giving a gentle feeling.
The air was filled with the tempting aroma of food. Ning Weichen was not used to eating hot food, nor did he have the habit of eating breakfast. In fact, he rarely experienced “hunger” or had a so-called “appetite.”
And at this moment, a long-lost desire seemed to be awakening.
Ning Weichen walked over, picked up the chopsticks with his fingers, looked at the tomato and egg noodles in front of him, and said with a smile: “Thank you.”
Ye Sheng: “…Hurry up.”
It was rare for Ning Weichen to be so obedient when eating. And holding the chopsticks, picking up the noodles, every bite was eaten very carefully.
Ye Sheng had eaten with Ning Weichen many times.
It was the first time he had seen this young master have such an appetite.
On the Yinshan train, he thought Ning Weichen just couldn’t get used to that cheap fast food. Later, he found that no matter where, eating seemed to be a casual matter for Ning Weichen. Although his movements were elegant and decent, it was visible to the naked eye that he ate perfunctorily and picky.
Today was a rare exception.