The Fragility of the Human Body

Chapter 10: The Fragility of the Human Body

Huang Ji had learned some secrets about the human body.

He had been able to defeat Hu Feng and Wang Zhen precisely because he knew how to see through other people's weaknesses.

Humans were simply too fragile. Even seemingly robust people had bodies riddled with all kinds of ailments and vulnerabilities.

When he had saved Doctor Liang on the mountain, Huang Ji had learned how to identify weaknesses.

He could clearly sense which spots on the surface would knock the wind out of someone when struck hard, and which parts would trigger muscle cramps.

Just like striking acupoints, he could easily find vital points to attack!

Many vital points were obscure and overlooked.

Everyone knew about vital areas such as the brain, heart, throat, and neck, but Huang Ji could find hundreds of bizarre vital points on the human body...

Among them, there truly were places known as Death Spots! And there was more than one kind!

Huang Ji did not want to kill anyone, but if he truly wanted to, all he had needed to do then was viciously jab a certain spot on Wang Zhen or Hu Feng's body. As long as his angle was accurate enough, there was a high chance they would die of cerebral infarction!

Even if they did not die, they would be paralyzed...

Some physically weak people even had terrifying Death Spots where a single touch could kill them on the spot!

For example, Lü Zongmin had two super Death Spots on the surface of his body. One was permanently present, while the other flickered in and out of existence... Touch them, and he would die!

Some of these spots were extremely tricky and varied from person to person. They were not located in the same place on everyone.

Their positions could even shift depending on the time and posture. Sometimes they would briefly disappear, or the chance of death would decrease, turning the effect into injury or disability instead.

That was why such vital points simply could not be compiled into a "secret manual."

Huang Ji could only improvise in battle, finding them on the spot and exploiting them on the spot.

"There are vital points, or rather, negative nodes. Then the human body must also have positive nodes."

"There are only dozens of beneficial node locations on the body's surface, but including locations inside the body, there are hundreds!"

"It's just that their specific effects are still vague. I'll need to systematically learn some medical knowledge to understand them."

As Huang Ji thought distractedly, he casually opened the suitcase.

He took ten thousand RMB, then dragged the suitcase elsewhere and buried it in the dirt again.

It was too heavy. There were three million inside the suitcase. The cash alone weighed sixty-nine jin, and with the suitcase, it weighed more than seventy jin!

Huang Ji could only drag it along. There was no way he could bring that much money home anyway. He had only come this time to move the money somewhere else.

And take a little for himself while he was at it.

"I need a private place of my own..."

"But with my current situation, I can't use this money at all."

"Even if I bought a Lottery Ticket and won, Grandpa would take the money and put it away."

"I have to find a way to become independent first."

After tidying up the scene, Huang Ji went home with the ten thousand RMB tucked away and hid it.

He knew that becoming independent was the most urgent matter.

But as a fool, how could he persuade Grandpa?

Grandpa was extremely stubborn and doted on him. Ordinary arguments would be useless.

Pretending that his intelligence had improved and that his mind was gradually getting better had originally been an option. But because he had gotten involved in the kidnapping case, it was not advisable for him to suddenly become smart anytime soon...

The biggest reason he had gotten involved in the kidnapping case without landing himself in trouble was his identity as someone with an intellectual disability.

If he no longer had one, it might create additional complications.

So for now, he still had to pretend to have an intellectual disability—a dull-witted child with a mild intellectual disability and an IQ below eighty...

"School! I didn't take the Junior High School Entrance Examination. Other than relying on Grandpa in the future, I won't have any prospects at all. Grandpa has always been worried about that."

"There's no one else in the family. Grandpa worries that if he can no longer hold on, I'll have no one to rely on..."

"I need to find a way to make Grandpa agree to let me study in the city."

When Huang Ji thought of going to school, he meant any school at all.

Many vocational secondary schools did not require gaokao scores at all. As long as one had a student registration file from middle school and paid the tuition, one could enroll.

If all else failed, New Oriental Culinary School or Lanxiang Excavator Technology College would work too!

"Learning some skills, being able to earn money and take care of myself in the future—that has always been Grandpa's hope for me."

"The key is making Grandpa feel assured about letting me go to the city alone and live at school..."

First of all, Huang Ji ruled out the possibility of taking a train alone and going to an unfamiliar city by himself to study.

That was impossible. At the very least, he needed a fellow villager to take him there, someone who could look after him at school or in the same city afterward.

Only with that prerequisite would he have confidence in persuading Grandpa.

"Who could it be..."

Huang Ji realized that merely thinking about it would not produce an answer. It would be better to observe.

Early the next morning, he wandered around the village, looking here and there, occasionally standing still in a daze.

Everyone was used to it. They were all fellow villagers—who did not know about his condition? He behaved like this all the time, so they smiled and greeted him. Sometimes they even invited him inside for water or snacks.

Yet after several days, Huang Ji still had not found a suitable candidate.

Until April fifteenth, when the Village Chief's eldest daughter returned to the village with her boyfriend.

The Village Chief's younger daughter was named Fan Lingli. She was pretty and outgoing. She had once studied in Magic City, then found a job there. She was now the manager of a Heilan Home clothing store in a shopping mall.

She was already twenty-eight. She had returned home this time because she had found a boyfriend. They had been together for two years, and the Village Chief had always wanted to meet him, so Fan Lingli brought him home.

"Huang Ji? Come in and sit." Fan Lingli had brought lots of snacks and small gifts, and a group of children crowded around her.

When she saw Huang Ji standing blankly at the doorway, she pulled him inside.

Huang Ji realized that she might be an excellent candidate, so he spoke to her with a slightly slow-witted manner.

Fan Lingli patiently listened to him and occasionally asked about recent happenings in the village.

Huang Ji answered everything in an orderly fashion, though his wording was crude and his tone dull.

He also mentioned that his strange illness had gotten better and that he would no longer faint all the time. Then, through his words, he expressed how much he missed his days at school.

"Ah, you're not in school anymore?" Fan Lingli patted Huang Ji.

Huang Ji stopped there and did not continue the topic.

At that moment, her boyfriend walked over. Seeing Huang Ji, this grown child, he smiled and said, "Lingli, introduce us!"

"Ah, he's a little brother from the village, Huang Ji. Call him Uncle," Fan Lingli said with a smile.

The man protested, "Do I look that old?"

Huang Ji obediently said, "Uncle."

In truth, the generation was correct. Fan Lingli belonged to the same generation as Huang Ji's aunt, though Fan Lingli would have preferred Huang Ji to call her Sister.

"My name is Zheng Xuan. Call me Brother Xuan," Zheng Xuan said with a smile, lowering himself by a generation.

Huang Ji sized him up and had already learned nearly everything about him.

"Tsk tsk... A hacker." Huang Ji knew Zheng Xuan's true profession very clearly. He was a hacker, and the kind who could easily extort top securities brokerage firms on Wall Street. He was quite capable.

"Dark Web? What is that?"

Huang Ji also saw that Zheng Xuan had a Dark Web account containing seventy thousand bitcoins, as well as one million US dollars in an account at Morgan Bank.

Huang Ji knew every detail of everyone's income, such as how much they earned each month, their transaction flow, and how much they spent.

This was the first time he had seen someone with a Dark Web account.

Huang Ji began searching through Zheng Xuan's memories, wanting to learn what the Dark Web was. If time allowed, he would also absorb some technical knowledge about computers.

However, reading memories was ultimately too slow. He could only sense one second of memory per second.

He could learn knowledge this way, but the efficiency was low. He could use it to learn key things, but for more basic things, reading books himself was faster...

First study normally and build a solid foundation, then sense and learn critical, advanced knowledge from experts to "break through the bottleneck."

That was the most efficient method Huang Ji could think of.

"Huang Ji, are you... planning to stay for lunch? Look at how hungry you are!" Fan Lingli said with a smile.

Huang Ji had been standing there blankly for too long. The neighbors had all left, and he was now the only outsider remaining.

Fan Lingli and the others assumed he wanted to stay for lunch. After all, since she had returned home, her family had prepared a huge spread of dishes.

Huang Ji knew they had misunderstood. He came back to himself, wiped his drool, and shook his head. "I'll eat at home."

"Oh, tell your Grandpa... Actually, forget it. Bring your Grandpa too. Come eat at my house," the Village Chief said.

Huang Ji put up a token protest before following the Village Chief back to his own home, then bringing Grandpa along to mooch a meal.

Grandpa had a good relationship with the Village Chief, so it was nothing unusual. The two families happily ate together and drank a little.

During the meal, Zheng Xuan, as the greatest outsider, naturally did his utmost to present himself well. He truly loved Fan Lingli, and Huang Ji knew very clearly that they genuinely loved each other!

Zheng Xuan had originally been a very withdrawn person. It was only after meeting Fan Lingli that he had been drawn into becoming more outgoing. Setting aside the illegality of his true profession, he was a fairly good person in other respects.

For Fan Lingli's sake, Zheng Xuan had even specifically found work as a translator, translating English works for publishing houses as his public-facing job.

The Village Chief's family was very satisfied with this, because aside from looking somewhat unhealthy, Zheng Xuan was good in every respect.

Especially since he had no bad habits. Although he drank, he was not a heavy drinker, and he did not smoke.

The Village Chief's family was satisfied, and Huang Ji was quite satisfied too.

What satisfied him was... Zheng Xuan knew a great many things!

Zheng Xuan was fluent in English and Japanese, knew some Spanish and Russian, ranked 683rd in the world in hacking skills, and also knew electrical work and some mechanical repair. Huang Ji could learn quite a lot from him.

After lunch, Grandpa and the Village Chief drank tea and chatted in the courtyard.

Huang Ji found an opportunity to be alone with Zheng Xuan. At the moment, Zheng Xuan was repairing the Fan family's television.

"Brother Xuan, you're amazing. You know how to do everything," Huang Ji said, looking as if he were seriously watching and learning.

Zheng Xuan had dismantled the television all over the floor. It was an extremely old television, one that no longer really needed repairing. The Village Chief had said it did not need to be fixed, but Zheng Xuan had taken on the task purely to show off.

He did have some skill. He quickly found the key problem and repaired it.

"Not bad, I suppose. This television really isn't worth fixing anymore. My method only treats the symptoms, not the cause. It's reached the end of its lifespan," Zheng Xuan said with a wry smile as he began putting the television back together.

"I'll help you," Huang Ji said.

Zheng Xuan smiled without saying anything.

By then, he already knew Huang Ji had a mild intellectual disability. Earlier, he had found Huang Ji's way of speaking strange and secretly asked Fan Lingli about it.

So he did not take Huang Ji's offer of help seriously at all.

However, Zheng Xuan had dismantled the television into far too many pieces, and it was a very old model. After assembling it for a while, he had to take out his phone and use the photos he had taken earlier as reference to put it back together.

"Are you looking for this?" Huang Ji picked up the decoder.

Zheng Xuan raised his head, looked at the decoder, and nodded. "That's right!"

As he spoke, he installed the decoder back in place.

The moment he finished, he turned around and discovered that Huang Ji had already handed him the picture tube.

He froze, took it, and continued assembling it. Then Huang Ji handed him the next component he needed to install.

This repeated over and over. Huang Ji was like an efficient assistant, always handing him parts in sequence. Zheng Xuan saved a great deal of time and quickly restored the television.

When he turned it on, the programs played normally. It was fixed.

"You... have you dismantled televisions before?" Zheng Xuan stood up and asked.

Huang Ji shook his head. Zheng Xuan asked, "Then how did you know what I needed?"

"I watched you take it apart. Aren't you just putting it back together in order?" Huang Ji said in an earnest tone.

"This..." Zheng Xuan was speechless.

That was indeed the principle, and everyone knew it. But not everyone could remember the sequence and perfectly restore something after taking it apart.

The more complex the machine, the harder it was to restore.

Unless one was familiar with its structure, ordinary people had to arrange the parts in order while dismantling it to make reassembly easier.

Or they had to take photos as they dismantled it, then use them as references while reassembling it.

The parts on the ground were scattered so chaotically, and Huang Ji had no photos. He had only watched Zheng Xuan dismantle it once, yet he knew how to restore it. That was talent.

"Is this really an intellectual disability?" Zheng Xuan thought.

He scratched his head, took out a sheet of paper, and drew six geometric figures.

After numbering them, he asked, "Based on the logical relationship between the first and second figures, which of these four figures belongs to the same category as them?"

It was a simple intelligence test question that people of normal intelligence could basically answer correctly.

Yet Huang Ji blinked and said, "Huh? What did you say?"

"..." Zheng Xuan smiled. Well then, Huang Ji had not even understood the question.

He explained it in detail several more times, breaking the question down and asking it twice more in simpler terms before Huang Ji finally gave an answer.

"Correct! It's the last figure." Zheng Xuan nodded, knowing that Huang Ji did indeed have an intellectual disability, but was not an idiot.

Remembering what Fan Lingli had told him—that this child merely had a dull-witted mild intellectual disability—he understood.

"That's right. Mild intellectual disability just means being relatively slow-witted, but people with this kind of disability often have something that stands out. For example, some have an especially good sense of rhythm. Others are particularly sensitive to numbers... Those talents can sometimes surpass ordinary people," Zheng Xuan thought.

Unlike those prejudiced villagers who treated people with mild intellectual disabilities as complete fools, he knew very well that some people with intellectual disabilities could also be geniuses in certain areas.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xuan took out his laptop and quickly dismantled it into a tableful of parts.

Then he smiled and said, "Huang Ji, can you put it back together?"

"Why?" Huang Ji asked innocently.

"Uh..." Zheng Xuan scratched his head, thinking, Forget it. This is asking too much of Huang Ji. It had only been a sudden idea, and he had merely intended to test him.

Seeing that Zheng Xuan planned to drop it, Huang Ji added, "Do you need my help?"

Zheng Xuan froze. This kid has such a kind heart. He didn't see this as some kind of test. He only thought I might need help. It was the same with the television earlier...

"Yeah, I don't know how to put it back together. Help me out," Zheng Xuan said with a smile.

Huang Ji did not say something like, "Why did you take it apart if you don't know how to put it back together?" Instead, he began reassembling the computer with complete concentration.

His movements were smooth, and he perfectly reassembled the laptop that had been dismantled into scattered pieces.

Seeing Huang Ji's powerful sensitivity toward machinery with his own eyes, Zheng Xuan was thrilled. How was this a fool?

Though he was slow-witted in other respects, he might be a genius when it came to machinery.

P.S. Sorry.