Chapter 405

Shajin looked around and found that the entire film and TV amusement park here was completely empty.

He walked forward and discovered a child here. He stepped up and asked, "The golden hour doesn't allow minors… Hey, why are you alone here?"

After speaking, a wave of dizziness came, causing Shajin to clutch his head and utter a painful sound.

"What's wrong, sir… you look unwell?"

The boy turned his head at the sound, and the moment he saw the boy's eyes, Shajin was instantly stunned—on the boy's round, chubby face, a pair of blue‑purple irises shimmered with starlight—an Aweijin People's unique, cursed beauty.

"Your… eyes?" Shajin's voice caught in his throat; he shook his head. "…That can't be. Who are you?"

"They're beautiful, right? My sister says they're a gift from Fenguo Mother (the Earth Mother Goddess). Colored eyes bring good luck." Halfway through, the child only then realized and said, "Ah, sir… you also have a pair of beautiful eyes. So pretty!"

"Are you… alone? Where are your parents?"

The child glanced back: "They're all inside this amusement park; Mom and Dad went in first. I'm about to look for them. So I have to go, goodbye, sir. I hope you have fun too!"

As he said that, the child waved at Shajin and vanished, sprinting into the park behind him.

"Those eyes, and Fenguo Mother… no, this can't be…" Shajin watched his retreating back, muttering to himself, "There will be no more Aweijin People in the universe…"

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Offer blessings to the beautiful world.

"Ahhh, wonderful! Shajin is finally not alone!" Akua wept with joy, almost smearing a handful of tears and snot, "A child of the same race! And his parents! Shajin isn't alone in the universe; he isn't the only Aweijin People! Woo, so great!"

However, Akua's words failed to resonate with the others in the tavern; instead more people sighed and drank gloomily. Even those who usually tease her—Hezhen and Huihui—remained unusually silent.

"Hey, why are you just drinking and not talking?" Akua asked the crowd puzzled, "Isn't this something to be happy about? If you want a celebration party, that's fine too! My banquet skills are ready!"

"Akua." After a moment of silence, Hezhen slowly spoke, "That child…"

"…Maybe it's just Shajin's illusion."

Akua stood stunned for ten seconds, then a louder "Ha?!" rang through the whole tavern.

She pointed at the child's bouncing silhouette on the ceiling, "Hezhen, you're not being foolish, are you? That child has a mom and dad, and they're right in the park! He's real, really real!"

"Akua, that child's face…"

Huihui lowered her voice, her tone trembling slightly, eyes downcast: "But his face has wounds… not just the face, also the hands, perhaps more injuries under the clothes… It's probably the torment of the Katika people…"

Daknis sighed and nodded, "That child… is probably Shajin from his childhood." She cleared her throat, "In any case, Akua, stop deceiving yourself."

"Eh…? Why is everyone…"

Akua froze in place, the forced smile vanished completely, leaving only tears swirling in her eyes like a dam about to burst.

"Lying, lying to me, you…"

The next second, she lunged onto Daknis, tears breaking through the barrier, gushing out like a flood.

"Wuwuw—!! Don't do that! You're definitely lying to me, right? Admit you're deceiving me! Hezhen, aren't you the one who loves teasing me the most?!"

"Shajin is supposedly the last Aweijin People, what's this! How can it be harsher than another world!"

——

Shajin kept walking inward, and the child's voice echoed inside: 'Dad, Mom—wait for me—'

He was about to continue when a familiar voice came from behind.

"Bottomless, just like Pinokangni, right?"

Shajin turned around, saw the familiar silhouette again, and couldn't help but frown, "Why are you still here?"

The other party ignored his question, speaking to himself, "You've known for a long time that if the clan truly showed tolerance to every family member seeking help, why build such high walls and deep moats?"

"But people don't think that way; after all, the taste of dream syrup is tempting. You're isolated in Pinokangni, trying to topple a high wall alone… how could that be possible?"

"So once you step into the hotel, you take off your hat and start begging everywhere, like a hyena scavenging in a desert, because you know opportunity is fleeting."

Shajin sneered, "Compared with your description, Laatio's 'Ateni Peacock' sounds far more pleasant."

"You know I rarely speak sincerely; I urge you to listen." The shadow paused, "It's fitting you mentioned that professor—I especially like the common ground between you and him: intrigue and scheming… especially the ending, a splendid betrayal!"

"…When everyone thinks that way, who would suspect that it's another trap you meticulously set?"

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Jujutsu Kaisen.

"Trap?!"

Takuya Hishikata sharply inhaled, instantly burning a large portion of the cigarette in his mouth, delivering a top‑grade lung hit.

Could Professor Laatio's betrayal have been within his expectations? No… could this be predicted? Or perhaps he's betting that Laatio will betray him?

If it's the latter, then this guy is completely insane, right?

"The so‑called 'trap' must be a 'performance' he and Professor Laatio staged together, right?" Shouko said lightly, "The performance began the moment they entered Pinokangni; both actors' acting is flawless. And the audience below has always been only one person—Xingqiri."

"I also think this possibility is greater; that way the professor's medical advice makes sense, since they've always been on the same front line." Mingming nodded in agreement, "Professor Laatio knows Shajin's entire plan, and he's willing to cooperate in the performance. But the problem is… Shajin's current predicament remains unsolved. At this moment, how can he reverse everything?"

It's like an examinee who understands the question yet doesn't know how to answer, only able to write a feeble 'solution' character. Even with full comprehension, it still solves nothing.

In Mingming's view, ultimately Shajin still lacks a crucial… power, a force capable of breaking the stalemate.