[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

8: Child of the Wind 08

Zong Yan would occasionally drift into his own thoughts while sitting in class, but from the moment a helicopter actually picked him up from school, saying the world needs you and we need you, he felt like everything was magical beyond belief.

For so many years he'd been hunkered down in his own little world. The craziest thing about it was that he was going to college but still had to do his high school summer homework.

Zong Yan stood in the same place for a long while. He didn't touch the clothes in the closet. After he finally put away his things, he scratched his hair and dutifully took out the test worksheets from his school bag.

The amount of homework assigned for summer vacation of senior two really moved the soul. It wasn't called senior three prep for nothing. The teachers had gone all out to assign homework. Every subject had a thick stack of test papers.

He still had no idea what Miskatonic University was all about, but Zong Yan figured he wouldn't have much free time this summer.

Starting now, he would fight on the front line, battling these test problems.

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"How about it? Was everything ready?"

He Yuan didn't have a single moment's rest until nightfall. He turned back to wave to his colleagues before he went outside the room, then turned on his cell phone and dialed the number.

Of course, it was impossible for him to call the boss, who'd been woken up early in the morning during his break. He Yuan was afraid the captain's anger tank was already overflowing. How dare he beard the crown prince in his den.

"You can rest assured, everything was taken care of this morning. We called the mall downstairs and had them send up some clothes and daily necessities. Everything's been sorted."

"Okay, good job."

He Yuan hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. He thought for a while but didn't go up.

He was too busy with things down here. Barely half of the information had been integrated. A huge amount of survey data hadn't been summarized yet.

This was the data that "Zong Yan", the person, had generated from birth to the present.

As for why the workload was so heavy, it was because—

"How's it going? Any results?"

He Yuan rubbed his temples and turned to look at the stereoscopic projection screen suspended in mid-air, where a complex series of data streams were flickering.

"Not yet."

The leader of the profiling team, who was wearing a white coat, looked up at him with a tightly-knit frown. "So far, the search still hasn't turned up any similarities in the DNA library."

The profiling team was supposed to produce a detailed file for the new tenth Monarch. They hadn't expected to get stuck here.

That was why the whole team's workload had increased several times. Now the moon was hanging high and they were still working overtime. He didn't know when the comparison results would be available.

He Yuan sighed. "Do you think he knows about this himself?"

"There's no guarantee." The team leader placed the file on the table, sat down wearily and crossed his arms. "Dragon Group agents were out canvassing all day. According to the summary, some witnesses confirmed seeing the gray cloth bag that was abandoned at 12 Jianshe Street sixteen years ago. During the same time period, Zong YanLan moved from Jianshe Street to that old building, and that's where the child first appeared on the record. Before that, we know nothing.