Puppet Notes (Wearing Book) - 151

 

| PN | Jailbreak | 151

The popularity of the post remained high.

Putting aside the netizens who doubted the authenticity of the matter, those with puppets at home suffering from serious illnesses, on the brink of eternal slumber, viewed Superman as a lifeline. They continuously sent friend requests to Superman, hoping for his help.

[My little Ni Mei is less than a year old. Though she's only rated at Level B, she's incredibly well-behaved. Recently, she's been showing a lot of cracks. Her puppet master has already passed away, and I really don’t want to lose her. Please, Superman, could you save her? I’m begging you… sob sob.]

[This is so painful. Ping Bao hasn’t eaten an energy stone in days. I don’t have any family or friends; Ping Bao is the only family I have. His puppet master said there's nothing he can do to save him. Superman, please take a look at Ping Bao, I just want to know if he can still be saved.]

[Please, my family…]

For the majority of people on Blue Star, puppets are simply beautiful toys or tools made by humans. However, anyone with even a little conscience, after spending time with their puppet, would no longer see them as mere cold, lifeless toys or tools.

In their eyes, puppets that could express emotions, talk, and smile had become a distinct type of being, different from humans. Through years of companionship, these puppets had already become family, and when family members were hurt, they couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

A flood of friend requests with personal pleas poured into Nou Bu’s mindlink, leaving him momentarily at a loss. It wasn’t until he glanced at the post that he understood the reason behind it.

Nou Bu had always been responsible for the contact information on the post. After Superman healed his little friend, Nou Bu posted on his behalf, trying to drum up some business as a way to repay him. 

With the sudden influx of requests, Nou Bu’s first reaction was to reach out to Superman for advice.

[Mr. Superman, I’ve received a large number of orders here. If you need, I can send their link IDs to you.]

A large number of orders?

While Qi Chao was cooking in the kitchen, he received Nou Bu's message. He paused, originally thinking that after work, he could finally relax and spend time with Brother Shen. 

But now, Nou Bu’s message felt like a mocking reminder of his wishful thinking.

[Why are there so many new orders?]

Qi Chao thought for a moment and asked in return.

Nou Bu immediately sent a screenshot of part of the forum post to Qi Chao and added, [It’s because these two humans posted thank-you letters for you on the forum.]

Seeing the names Si Qi and Ge Si on the post, Qi Chao understood. He ran a hand through his hair, sighed, and shifted his gaze from his light brain to the pot in front of him.

Brother Shen’s health had always been poor, and with Qi Chao spending so much time at the shop, he hadn’t been able to properly care for the kids at home. 

Qi Chao pursed his lips, his deep brown eyes focused on the mindlink screen as he typed, [Have them send me the medical reports, and I’ll decide after reviewing them.]

Seeing this, Nou Bu quickly returned to the verification messages, replying one by one and then sending the medical reports to Qi Chao.

[There are a total of ten medical reports here.]

There were more than ten friend requests, but Nou Bu had automatically ignored the ones from trolls looking to stir up trouble.

Qi Chao glanced over the medical reports and quickly realized that, while these puppets’ conditions seemed severe, they were actually much less serious than those of Zhang Cheng, Si Qi, or Ge Si. 

In fact, most of these puppets didn’t need immediate treatment; they would benefit from some preliminary care first.

Leaning against the counter, Qi Chao wrote down a few key care instructions for each puppet and finally sent them to Nou Bu.

[Tell them I’m very busy and might only have time in a month. Here are some important guidelines. Send these to them individually. If they’re willing to wait, fine; if not, that’s their choice.]

Nou Bu waited at his light brain interface for nearly twenty minutes before a new message popped up, along with ten images of sticky notes filled with detailed instructions. 

Each note meticulously outlined how many energy stones the puppet should take in and which ointments to use, among other things. There was even a comforting line at the bottom of each note for the puppet’s owner.

Superman was truly attentive.

Seeing the notes, Nou Bu was reminded of a long time ago, when Mr. Superman had also worn that peculiar mask, treating their injuries while smiling and offering comforting words. That was the first time they had felt love and care from a human.

Nou Bu pressed his lips together, then sent the notes to the respective people.

The netizens who reached out to Superman as soon as the post went up were people who had nowhere else to turn. 

Li Meng, now fifty-six years old, was one of them. After experiencing the unbearable loss of her daughter in her middle age, Li Meng had since regarded the young girl puppet at home as her daughter.

But now, with her puppet gravely ill, Li Meng’s world was falling apart once again. She desperately wanted treatment for her. However, the puppet’s original maker had long since passed away, which meant her "daughter" might leave her once more.

Upon seeing the post online, Li Meng immediately sent a friend request.

In truth, Li Meng didn’t hold much hope. Superman was now well-known on the forum, and both Si Qi and Ge Si had mentioned that he wasn’t planning to take on new requests. Li Meng reached out anyway, just hoping for a chance.

When she received Nou Bu’s message with a polite refusal, she wasn’t surprised, but a wave of disappointment was inevitable. However, to her surprise, not only did Superman explain why he wasn’t taking on new requests, but he also provided care instructions for her daughter without asking for any payment.

[Your puppet’s condition is quite stable, and the chances of recovery are high. I hope this can put your mind at ease.]

Reading the last line on the note, Li Meng’s eyes stung, her emotions complicated. This was the first time, since her daughter had fallen ill, that anyone had comforted her by addressing what mattered most to her.

[Mr. Superman is very busy right now and may begin treating puppets again next month. If you find it inconvenient to wait, you can explore other treatment options.]

[No, no need. I’ll wait as long as it takes.]

Li Meng thought to herself that a puppet master who could write such caring notes could never be a fraud.

The same exchange occurred with several other netizens. Of course, these understanding individuals were only a portion of the requests. Some pushy netizens went as far as demanding to speak with Superman directly, even accusing him of stalling to raise prices. 

Nou Bu dealt with these individuals by blocking them without troubling Superman in the slightest.

Qi Chao was unaware of all this. After sending the notes to those ten clients, he put the matter out of his mind entirely and didn’t even bother checking the forum post. Setting his light brain aside, he picked up a small bowl to bring upstairs for Brother Shen.

Meanwhile, Shen Yuxi was leaning against the bed, his face pale as he looked at the book in his hands. A gray jacket was draped over his shoulders, making him appear frail and delicate.

Since the fever, Shen Yuxi had lost quite a bit of weight. Although the fever had finally broken, he still experienced occasional migraines. 

Shen Yuxi raised a hand to press against his temple, his eyelashes fluttering slightly as he listened to the message from Ayu. His thin lips parted just a bit. “Is that so? The association has decided to come look for Superman?”

The red pupils rolled around on the blanket, indicating agreement with Shen Yuxi's words.

After a brief silence, Shen Yuxi lifted his gaze to Moss. He lowered his hand, and his calm eyes held a chilling intensity. “Since the association is so leisurely, it’s time we caused them a bit of trouble.”

The meaning behind his words was clear. His father was preparing to set his plan into motion.

In the past, Moss would have immediately nodded in agreement, but now, considering his father’s current condition, going to the association could lead to unforeseen complications.

“Father…” 

Moss wanted to intervene but swallowed his words under his father’s indifferent gaze. He mumbled something with his bandaged mouth, then lowered his head, gripping the doll tightly in his arms.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Moss looked up, wanting to stop his father from discussing the plan. However, before he could speak again, footsteps echoed from outside the door. 

It was his dad's footsteps. 

Moss silently lowered his head, his dark eyes deep and contemplative. He held the doll tightly in his arms, deciding to wait until his dad left before attempting to persuade him; it wouldn't be too late then. 

Shen Yuxi's fingertips brushed against the smooth pages of the book, his lips looking somewhat pale as his gaze shifted from Moss to his own hands. 

The association was currently searching for a "superman" with special abilities.

While he could endure the confrontation with the so-called "will of the plane" and the association, Qi Chao was just an ordinary person and shouldn’t be dragged into this conflict.

The state of the Mother Tree wouldn’t remain stable forever, and he needed to resolve everything before they discovered Qi Chao.

Though Shen Yuxi maintained a gentle expression, his left hand hidden under the blanket slightly clenched into a fist. The fingertips turned pale from the pressure, betraying the turbulent emotions swirling within him.

On Blue Star, things were slowly moving toward an unknown direction, while far away in the Central World, billions of light-years away, the Craftsmen Bureau was experiencing an event so significant that it could frighten the director to tears.

“W-What did you say?”

The voice of the director of the Craftsmen Bureau trembled as he stared in shock at the trembling figure of the deputy director. His legs felt weak. “You’re telling me that Craftsman 346 is missing?”

“I don’t know, Director,” the deputy director replied, forcing himself to maintain his composure. 

He pointed with shaking fingers. “This morning, when System A1 went to conduct the inspection, they discovered that Craftsman 346 was gone.”

“What about the system? Isn’t System 01 supposed to be monitoring? Why didn’t it report that Craftsman 346 was missing?!”

“I don’t know. Our staff is currently retrieving the data, and we just found out that the data has been corrupted at some point. This is definitely a planned jailbreak!”

The more the deputy director spoke, the more alarmed he became. The prison system of the Craftsmen Bureau was highly advanced, capable of preventing any alarms from being triggered during a breakout. 

This meant that the individual responsible was exceptionally skilled. It was fair to say they were a formidable antagonist from a high-level world.

The director nearly spat blood in frustration. With Craftsman 346 escaping, he would surely have to take responsibility, and the higher-ups would be coming soon to hold him accountable. 

He needed to make amends quickly.

As he thought this, an idea suddenly struck him.

“Where is Qi Chao?! Craftsman 346’s only blood relative is Qi Chao! Send someone to that plane immediately! I refuse to believe that Craftsman 346 wouldn’t go looking for his brother!”

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