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【"dad."】
Upon hearing his father's voice, Bald Qiang immediately greeted him respectfully.
His mother's voice soon came through: "Qiangzi, it's Mom."
Bald Qiang asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
[Qiang's mother said in a joyful tone, "Mom has something to tell you. Your third uncle held his eldest grandson yesterday."]
Bald Qiang was also happy for him: "Really? Then Third Uncle will be overjoyed!"
"Of course," Qiang's mother replied.
[On the other end of the phone, his father's voice interrupted again: "Qiangzi, when are you going to have a baby for us old folks to play with?"]
"Don't interrupt," Qiang's mother scolded.
Then, in an incredibly gentle and expectant tone, she said, "Qiangzi, you're not young anymore. When are you going to bring a wife home? So that Mom can hold her grandson soon. You don't know, that child is so chubby and adorable."
Because Dudu, who was beside him, started crying again and needed his care.
Frustrated, Bald Qiang had no choice but to temporarily hang up the phone with his parents.
...
The World of Spy Play
In the living room of the Fojie family, when they saw the man on the cyclorama—who one second was attacking a police officer with a gun and on the run, and the next second was like an ordinary son being pressured to get married, having a routine phone call with his parents—the three people present all showed extremely subtle expressions.
"what……"
"So... that bald guy also has parents..."
"Moreover, his parents seem to really, really want him to get married soon and have a baby."
"I always feel like... he's a bit like my younger brother Yuri..."
As Joel looked at the screen, an expression filled with maternal warmth and a touch of sympathy appeared on her face. She seemed to have completely empathized with the parents on the other end of the phone, who were eagerly awaiting their son's marriage and career.
"……incredible."
"He is a true outlaw, burdened with more than a dozen heinous crimes, wanted nationwide by the highest security officer of that world who has issued a kill order."
"Meanwhile, his parents were still on the other end of the phone, excitedly discussing with him the most ordinary and everyday family wishes, such as 'the neighbor has a grandson' and urging him to 'bring a wife home soon'."
"These two completely different worlds are like two parallel lines that will never intersect, yet they converge on the same person in an extremely absurd way."
Lloyd Fogger wore an expression of inquiry and bewilderment that only a top spy would have when analyzing complex intelligence.
"Just like him now."
"A homeless criminal, struggling to make ends meet, constantly on the run, and wanted by the entire world..."
"Let alone bringing a wife home in style."
"I reckon he'll never find a girlfriend in his life who's willing to have a normal relationship with him."
Lloyd's analysis is calm, objective, and full of undeniable realism.
"My father thinks that Uncle Baldy won't be able to find a girlfriend."
"His mother felt sorry for his mother."
"Ania thinks..."
As Anya read her parents' minds, she watched the scene on the screen where Bald Qiang, distracted by taking care of the little girl Dudu, had hung up the phone. A look of sudden realization dawned on her face.
"But……"
"Isn't there a cute little girl right next to the bald uncle?"
"And just now, he changed her diaper and made her new clothes, just like a father would take care of Anya."
“Ania feels that they now look like a real family.”
Anya's words stunned both Lloyd and Joel.
The next morning, the jarring alarm clock woke Bald Qiang, who was sleeping on the sofa.
He quickly reached out and slammed the alarm clock shut, which was threatening to lift the roof off.
He glanced cautiously at Dudu, who was lying on his bed, still fast asleep.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness, I didn't wake this little darling. Right, while she's still sleeping so soundly, I'll hurry to town and buy her some formula and diapers."
He pulled out all his savings, which he had kept hidden for years, from his worn-out shoes under the bed, and said with heartache, "My goodness, this is all I have."
Then, he quietly locked the door, put on his yellow helmet, and set off on his dilapidated bicycle—which rattled everywhere except for its bell.
The world of Under One Person
“…Fuck.”
"I am not wrong, right?"
"This guy... he took out all the money he had painstakingly hidden in his smelly shoes?"
"Just to... buy formula and diapers for that little brat I've only known for less than a day, who only causes me trouble?"
"Is he crazy?"
"What will he eat tomorrow? Will he starve?"
"Isn't he a desperate man who would risk his life for money and even buy rockets?"
Zhang Chulan looked at the bald Qiang on the sky, who was trembling with heartache but still resolutely stuffing all the money into his pocket, and revealed an expression of shattered values and completely confused logic.
"This...this character arc is way too abrupt!"
"Is this really the Bald Qiang we saw before?"
"Is he...possessed by something strange?"
"Sister Bao'er, please take a look and see if there's any unusual flow of Qi in his body?"
Zhang Chulan revealed an expression that was half-joking, yet also tinged with serious doubt. He subconsciously sought the most reasonable explanation from the perspective of his own world.
"money."
"His money."
"It's all gone."
"It was given to that child."
Feng Baobao stared at the screen with a very focused expression, describing the facts unfolding before her eyes in her simplest language.
"...Why?"
She tilted her head, revealing an expression full of pure bewilderment, as if she couldn't understand why someone would give all the money they would use to buy delicious food to another complete stranger.
"...something's wrong."
Something is very wrong.
Wang Ye, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, slowly opened his eyes, revealing an unprecedentedly solemn expression.
“It is very difficult for a person’s ‘nature’ or the ‘root’ of his behavior to undergo such a subversive and fundamental change in such a short period of time.”
“All his previous actions clearly pointed to ‘extreme selfishness’.”
"But this act of taking out all one's possessions to take care of a young child is 'extremely altruistic,' and can even be described as 'selfless.'"
“These two completely opposite ‘Tao’ cannot appear in the same person at the same time without any warning.”
Wang Ye's gaze became incredibly sharp.
“Zhang Chulan, what you just said might not have been entirely a joke.”
"'Possession' or some kind of esoteric technique that can temporarily influence or even control the mind..."
"Although it sounds unbelievable, given the current completely illogical situation..."
"This is actually... the most logical explanation."
He revealed an expression full of apprehension and inquiry, and for the first time, he developed a tremendous interest in Bald Qiang himself that far exceeded all his previous crimes.
In a small town not far away.
[Soon, Bald Qiang had bought everything he needed.]
He hung the expensive baby formula and diapers on his handlebars and rode along the road, complaining with heartache, "My goodness, it's just baby formula and diapers, why are they so expensive?"
He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and kicked a pesky empty soda can that was blocking the roadside.
[And this aluminum can, precisely, hit the chief inspector on the head as he was buying breakfast by the roadside.]
[It can be clearly seen that the chief inspector's forehead is still wrapped with a white bandage.]
[This is because Dudu bit Bald Qiang's arm earlier. 267.]
That's why the knife flew and hit his head, leaving the wound.
Although his police hat protected him, the sharp tip of the knife still pierced his head.
"Who is it? Who is it?"
The chief inspector, clutching his throbbing head, angrily surveyed his surroundings.
Then, his gaze fell upon Bald Qiang, who was about to hop on his bicycle and sneak home.
"It's you."
The chief inspector pointed at him and shouted in a furious tone.
The world of My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected
"Eh?"
"Ehhhhh?"
"We've run into each other again?"
Yui Yuigahama looked at the police chief on the sky, who had been hit on the head by a soda can, and showed an expression that was both shocked and utterly absurd.
"How come those two always seem to run into each other everywhere?"
"It's like... it's like we're bound together by some invisible, malicious red thread."
She gave a look full of sympathy, feeling that the fates of these two people were truly tragic.
"...This can no longer be described simply as a 'misfortune'."
"You could say Bald Qiang is miserable, he really is miserable to the extreme."
"I finally made up my mind to do a good deed with all my savings, but as soon as I stepped out, I ran into my biggest and least desirable nemesis on the street."
"But if you say that the chief inspector was miserable... he really was extremely miserable."
"First, during a mission, I was stabbed in the head by a knife that flew in from nowhere."
"Right now, with bandages still on my head, I've been hit again by a falling soda can, which precisely struck the same wound..."
"Moreover, every time he has bad luck, it is inextricably linked to that guy named Bald Qiang."
Hachiman Hikigaya wore an expression of utter speechlessness, as if he were watching an absurd drama filled with tragic fate.
"The two of them together are like a double negative making a positive... no, it's an infinite, perfect, and never-ending tragic cycle of double negatives making a negative."
From a probabilistic point of view.
"The probability that two specific, unrelated individuals, without prior agreement, would experience such a dramatic and directly physically harmful negative encounter twice in a huge city is infinitely close to zero."
Yukino Yukinoshita wore a rare expression of confusion, one that even her brilliant, genius-like mind couldn't decipher.
"Therefore, it is now completely impossible to logically determine whether it was Bald Qiang's existence that led to the Chief Inspector's misfortune."
"Or is it that the existence of the Chief Superintendent of Police is an indispensable part of Bald Qiang's tragic life?"
"Between the two of them, who is more pathetic, who is more unfortunate?"
"This has become an unsolvable philosophical problem that we cannot answer."
The 37th Superintendent of Police was still working despite his injuries; it was truly touching! There's a reason he became a Superintendent of Police.