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Chapter 348 - 315 Parallel Networks

Chapter 348: Chapter 315 Parallel Networks

Jiang Xiao grabbed Mu Xitang’s phone on the bus.

The password was already cracked, and he easily accessed the search page.

Oh well...

It’s best to ignore some precociously made search records.

After all, he knew that simply reading books would not suffice, as books in Dragon Country often glossed over many aspects. To deeply understand, Mu Xitang needed to master searching skills.

Opened the homepage.

[Shocking! The real culprit behind Romia Cathedral has been found!]

Is this today’s hot news in the world of Kaidan?

Driven by curiosity, he clicked in and discovered it was just a sensationalist article that reiterated the cathedral robbery, ending on an anticlimactic note.

It seems that journalists from Lan Xing and the world of Kaidan do share some tricks of the trade.

The two most frequently searched keywords in his history were "Sun Wei" and "Shi Shi."

But obviously, Mu Xitang hadn’t managed to locate them.

Approaching noon.

It was when those remaining Chosen Ones reached their passing time that the trio arrived at the entrance of Qingshan Mental Hospital.

As soon as the three of them got out of the car, the driver almost slammed the accelerator into the gas tank, sprinting away as if afraid they’d follow him back.

Looking at the familiar gate and the familiar striped shirts in the yard, a wave of endless contemplation surged in Jiang Xiao’s heart.

Memories always make one want to cry...

Jiang Xiao looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, holding back his tears, and whispered,

"Ah, as the saying goes, things change, people change, and everything ends. Tears flow before words, Director, I didn’t expect I’m still a step late and couldn’t see you off on your last journey."

Standing behind Jiang Xiao, the old man who originally wanted to greet him suddenly turned dark!

How come I’m dead?

He wanted to walk around to Jiang Xiao’s front and argue with him.

But whenever he moved, Jiang Xiao moved too, always keeping his back to the director.

Director: I just @#￥%&!

Is this kid pretending to be blind?

In the end, it was Nurse Bai Jie and Doctor Su Ming at the hospital’s entrance who led the three inside.

The feeling of home was so strong!

"Uncle Hao, good morning! Watching ’Romance of the Great Tang’ again? You’re over eighty, moderate a bit. I don’t want to be sending off a gray-haired man."

"Yo! Aunt Qing, the panties showing from your low back are a bit off, aren’t they? I remember you like wearing semi-transparent lace, why are these men’s? Where did you steal them from?"

"Hahaha, Grandpa Guo still has it, look at that electric butt dance shaking, so lively! Truly like a little motor!"

The called-out folks weren’t angry at all; instead, they warmly greeted Jiang Xiao.

"Not bad, not bad, I knew it, a shameless person like you definitely can’t die that easily!"

"Isn’t that so? I’m ninety-eight today and still haven’t died. With Jiang Xiao being such a brute, he’d have to wait until the day after my death to die."

"Xiao, it’s rare for you to come back, since you’re not exactly a decent man, why don’t you lend your underwear to auntie for a couple of days? I crave that racy vibe of yours!"

The atmosphere was harmonious.

Seamlessly conversing without any discord.

Mu Xitang and Bai Yi followed behind Jiang Xiao, steps in sync, curiously observing everything in front of them.

This is where dad grew up?

Quite interesting indeed.

"Little Bai, we’ve arrived at the mental hospital. I heard it’s filled with psychiatric patients..."

Isn’t that obvious?

Bai Yi gestured for silence.

"Shh, Xi Tang, psychiatric patients hate it when people say they’re psychiatric patients."

...

In the director’s office.

The normally composed old director was now standing proudly on the table, looking down at Jiang Xiao.

"Don’t pretend with me, Jiang Xiao, you’re in my grasp now. If you want your daughter to live well, you must submit to me! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

"Have your old mother come over and mince for her; I think you just want to eat a peanut sundae, don’t you?"

The two were at each other’s throats, neither willing to back down.

Eventually, a graceful middle-aged woman came over to break the deadlock.

"Jiang Xiao, do you remember me?"

"You are..."

Jiang Xiao’s memory had never been good. This person... he could only say that he vaguely remembered her, but he couldn’t quite place who she was.

Seeing his expression, the woman realized she wasn’t recognized, so she pulled out a pendant.

"Do you remember this?"

This!

I remember!

"Oh! I remember now! You’re that woman who said I was sick! In the end, you found out it was actually you who were sick. Didn’t you say you went to recuperate? Is your gynecological problem better now?"

He Mengyao: Fuck me!

What?

I don’t have a gynecological problem!

Having composed herself for so long, she thought she could deal with this man on equal terms, but she felt slightly breached right at the beginning of their meeting.

This guy surely doesn’t still firmly believe that he isn’t sick, right?

The head of the hospital gave the woman a confirming look.

Yes, you’re right. This guy not only firmly believes he isn’t sick, but because of his strange talent, he is even more convinced that he is a normal person.

Earlier, Jiang Xiao had some doubts about whether he really had a mental illness.

Now, all abnormality had been conveniently attributed by his subjective consciousness to the personality in Kaidan.

Conclusion:

It’s Pai Daxing and others who are sick, I, Jiang Xiao, am definitely not.

Seeing He Mengyao struggling, the head of the hospital suggested Jiang Xiao leave first.

"Meng Yao, now what? You’ve met him, do you have any confidence?"

The woman shook her head, indicating she had underestimated Jiang Xiao’s "growth rate."

Unexpectedly, the strange behaviors in Kaidan didn’t make him suspect "he was sick" but instead became his excuse for thinking "he isn’t sick."

"So what do we do?"

"No worries, since I decided to come here, I definitely have strategies to deal with him!"

"Such as?" the head of the hospital pressed.

"Ever heard of ’Building a plank road to darken Chen Cang’?"

In He Mengyao’s plan, since Jiang Xiao was stubborn, she intended to approach the problem through Mu Xitang and Bai Yi.

Of course, not to harm them.

But to indirectly treat Jiang Xiao’s mental illness through these two little girls.

As the saying goes, you are influenced by those close to you, so by establishing a correct set of values for these kids and thereby affecting Jiang Xiao.

Then, her future treatment of Jiang Xiao would surely be more effective!

After hearing He Mengyao’s plan, the head of the hospital exclaimed in approval three times!

"You truly are amazing, Meng Yao. I’m inferior to you. Even though I also thought of Bai Yi and Mu Xitang’s relationship with Jiang Xiao and planned to use it, what I had in mind was to leverage their importance to Jiang Xiao in order to coerce him."

He Mengyao had a confident look on her face.

"You think? I heard someone has already arranged for those two little girls to attend preschool, and I, have already taken a step ahead by applying for a job at that preschool. By the time... won’t I be able to manipulate things as I please?"

Impressive!

The head of the hospital felt inferior.

Taking advantage of Kaidan not yet starting, Jiang Xiao thoroughly fulfilled Bai Yi’s wish.

This little girl had been envious ever since she heard that Jiang Xiao had taken Mu Xitang to amusement parks and such.

Today was the first time she had left the military compound in a long while.

Now look?

Jiang Xiao borrowed a small car and took the two girls out for drives every day, as for the mentioned preschool...

He had long since forgotten about it.

And although Bai Yi and the others remembered something about going to school, they weren’t foolish enough to remind Jiang Xiao.

How could attending school, a tedious affair, ever be as thrilling as going out and having fun with dad every day?