Si Weijian looked at the report, his head aching.
Ye Buyu's position was clear. Her unusual mental resistance was related to the [Whale of Wailing], but had no connection whatsoever to the [Whale of Wailing] itself.
"Not a believer, but connected. Connected to a level-ten Calamity. That's hardly good news."
After agonizing over it for a full half hour, Si Weijian dialed a secret number.
An hour later, the Social Security Bureau's central archives received an order. Ye Buyu's files were gathered together, placed in the deepest part of the bureau, and sealed as top secret.
The first page of the file read:
Suspected connection to the level-ten Calamity [Whale of Wailing]. To be observed.
The person holding a specially made oil lamp picked up several other files and placed them alongside Ye Buyu's.
In the dim space, a sigh, whether of concern or anticipation, blew out the lamp's yellow glow.
"Another person to keep under close observation. Hopefully, this year's students won't cause any major trouble."
"Creak..."
The sound of the door closing was unusually distinct in the silent room. The last sliver of light fell on the file beside Ye Buyu's, its lingering glow illuminating a familiar name.
Mu Bingge...
Inside the departing fighter aircraft, dust danced chaotically in the dim light, much like Mu Bingge's thoughts at that moment.
In a daze, she heard that nightmarish voice again.
"What a pitiful child. Whoever wears the crown must bear its weight. One day, you will still come before me. Until then, you will bring endless calamities upon those around you..."
"Mu Bingge? Mu Bingge?"
Ye Buyu waved a hand in front of the distracted Mu Bingge's eyes.
"What are you thinking about?"
Coming back to herself, Mu Bingge paused for a moment. "About... how to spend the rest