Chapter 965

"What Bible of the Flesh? I don't get it, I only know the Bible of Darkness." Uesugi Muneyuki froze, then quickly shook his head: "You never told me about those, how would I know?"

"Oh? Really? Junior Student, you even know the Bible of Darkness?" Shirakawa Mai smiled brightly, with a hint of inexplicable meaning: "Then you definitely know 'Wonderful Days,' 'Saya's Song,' 'Insect-Loving Girl,' 'The City of Touching Sacrifice,' and 'Anatomia,' right?"

"What are those? I've never looked at them!" Uesugi Muneyuki tilted his head: "I'm not Gen Urobuchi, I just like pushing human limits." "Well, wait and talk later." Shirakawa Mai rolled her eyes, clearly also unwilling to discuss these with Uesugi Muneyuki.

The University of Tokyo cafeteria was unusually crowded today. Fuji TV's "Hand of God" variety show was filming here, and Shirakawa Mai and Uesugi Muneyuki appeared side by side in front of the serving window, already drawing the entire cafeteria's attention away from the food and onto those two people.

Above the window hung today's special offer sign, written in cursive script: two Guangdong dishes—one after another: black chocolate strawberry sauce drizzled over poached chicken, jasmine milk tea topped with pearl-filled rice noodle rolls.

The line in front of those two signs was much longer than usual, with phone cameras stretching from all directions, like a cluster of thin stems swaying in the wind.

At the same time, the cafeteria was playing a song: "You came from the cold winter, trading me a lifetime of snow-white, wanting to eat Guangdong food."

Shirakawa Mai held her tray, lowered her head to glance at the plate of poached chicken drenched in dark sauce, her expression subtly shifted, but she still steadily carried the tray toward the empty seat by the window, the strawberry sauce at the edge of the ceramic plate slowly trickling down along the chicken's contour, leaving a thin, bright red trace on the white porcelain.

This is our Cantonese specialty: premium ingredients often need only the simplest cooking methods to unleash unexpected deliciousness. The freshness of poached chicken, the tenderness of castrated chicken, the bitterness of dark chocolate, and the sweet-tart fruitiness of strawberry together form a world-renowned delicacy. Great Cantonese cuisine began here, step by step, spreading across the world, symbolizing the Cantonese people's endurance, diligence, down-to-earth hard work, and nose-to-the-grindstone money-making virtue—it is their symbol of self-improvement without cease.

Uesugi Muneyuki held the plate of rice noodle rolls and followed her, and the two sat down by the window.

The surrounding seats were already filled with students and film crew staff, but no one sat too close; the crew had marked an invisible boundary around them, aiming their cameras at that window-side table.

Shirakawa Mai picked up a piece of chicken with her chopsticks; the layer of black chocolate strawberry sauce on the chopstick tip trembled slightly, she brought it to her mouth, chewed twice, swallowed, then picked up the barley tea beside her and took a sip: "I investigated Ahiru's matter before. He could cause such a big commotion not because he was randomly tinkering on his own. He has something in his hand called the Bible of the Flesh."

Uesugi Muneyuki put down his chopsticks: "Bible of the Flesh? What is that? Tell me quickly!"

Shirakawa Mai lowered her voice even more: "It's a very ancient document. What's recorded inside isn't scripture, but a method of contacting higher-level power through bodily transformation. The content involved is very specific, including how to strengthen oneself through specific rituals. The version Ahiru obtained is incomplete, possibly just scattered fragments, but even an incomplete version is enough for him to gain such power in a short time. This shows that what lies behind the original version may be more complete than we imagined, and closer to the primordial form."

"It is said the Bible of the Flesh was personally written by one who achieved transcendence after traveling to Mahabuo Gods' City, recording many forms and secrets of the old gods, and at that time the old gods had not yet departed, so he could still return to the mortal world."

"Where is that Bible of the Flesh now? Is it still in his hand?" Uesugi Muneyuki asked.

"That copy in his hand? Not found, possibly given to him by the shore, but according to my understanding, the source of that thing may not be just one line. In the course of investigating this, I noticed a lead—one after another: in North Kyushu Women's Prison, there is a female death row inmate whose case file mentions some very unusual things. Before her arrest, she had contact with a certain group, and that group's activity pattern overlaps with the channel Ahiru initially accessed. If she still has another version in her hand, she might be the next person who could access the complete content of the Bible of the Flesh." "Then I really need to make a trip to Kyushu. If she is indeed related to that thing, we cannot wait until something happens to act." Uesugi Muneyuki nodded: "Perfect, I have a rest period after my thesis defense, we can go together."

Shirakawa Mai did not respond, her gaze moved from his face to the treetops outside the window.

Outside, the cherry blossoms had not yet bloomed, but the buds on the branches had swollen to the critical point, as if they would burst open at any moment in a gust of wind; she also did not pursue the question, simply continuing to eat that plate of poached chicken drenched in black chocolate strawberry sauce, as if she had said nothing at all.

"We, are getting closer and closer to the end of the journey, Junior Student." The senior student spoke in a low voice.

"I know."

At this moment, Fuji TV's flagship female anchor, Tei Reiji, walked over from behind the crowd.

She wore a light beige suit jacket, underneath a white shirt, paired with a pair of dark wide-leg trousers, and a pair of light-colored pointed-toe low-cut high heels; our Tei anchor's face was still as sweet, lovely, generous, and radiant.

Her professional competence allowed her to maintain a natural gait even while moving, but she did not look at the camera lens, instead walking straight to the table beside Uesugi Muneyuki, as if about to begin a pre-arranged interactive segment.

When she spoke, her voice was somewhat lower than usual, as if something in her throat was surging upward: "Uesugi-san! Shirakawa-san! How did you just start eating directly? Our staff hasn't arrived yet—can't we wait until we're ready to film? Then the VCR content would also..." She didn't finish her sentence, her body suddenly leaned forward slightly, one hand pressed against the table edge, the other covered her mouth, and she retched slightly—though the movement was small, it was already clearly visible in front of the two people.

Her abnormality caused both Uesugi Muneyuki and Shirakawa Mai to change expression.

"Tei-san, are you alright?" The film crew shouted from afar.

"I'm fine, please wait a moment before filming again—I have something to say to Shirakawa-san and Uesugi-san." Tei Reiji gestured.

Thus, the film crew and the surrounding onlookers naturally stepped back.

She quickly steadied herself, lowered her head, and spoke in a volume only those nearby could hear, as if confirming a fact she herself had not yet fully digested, addressing Uesugi Muneyuki: "I'm pregnant."

"?" Uesugi Muneyuki froze.

"???" Shirakawa Mai looked at Uesugi Muneyuki, her face full of question marks.

"??????" Uesugi Muneyuki then looked toward Tei Reiji, his face full of astonishment.

What meaning?

Afterwards, he suddenly thought of a possibility, his body leaned forward slightly, the plate of rice noodle rolls in front of him paused for an instant, the half-chewed pearl filling in his mouth not yet swallowed: "Is……whose?"

Tei Reiji lifted her head to look at him; in those eyes that always carried a proper smile before the camera, now there was an emotion she rarely showed in front of people—not anger, but a kind of "You're still asking?" incredulity: "Who else could it be?"

"Ah???" Uesugi Muneyuki was even more dazed; he thought carefully, and indeed, Tei Reiji dislikes Okamoto, this beautiful anchor hates that layered feeling: "No, you're not……"

Tei Reiji has a boyfriend!

"I……I just came to tell you! In short, you need to know, you……you're going to be a father!" Tei Reiji said, somewhat flustered. Uesugi Muneyuki gripped his chopsticks, his hand suspended in midair, the pearl filling in his mouth finally swallowed, but that action didn't buy him enough thinking time.

He sat in that cafeteria chair, before him a plate of rice noodle rolls soaked in jasmine milk tea, opposite him sat Shirakawa Mai, to his right stood Fuji TV's flagship female anchor, in the distance were students holding phones and the camera crew searching for angles; his gaze darted quickly through the air for an instant, as if scanning the surroundings for an exit to escape, then he instinctively stood up.

Can I still escape now?

The ancient cry within my body sounded at this moment!

All intelligent beings originated in Africa!!!

"Pfft!" Shirakawa Mai was amused, she reached out and grabbed Uesugi Muneyuki's sleeve: "Junior Student! Sit down!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but that firm weight just right stopped his next move.

Uesugi Muneyuki had no choice but to sit back down.

"You're not a first-time father." Shirakawa Mai gestured for Tei Reiji to sit down too: "Tei-chan, don't be afraid, this man essentially still bears pre-modern traits, you can definitely give birth."

"That's exactly what I plan to do!" Tei Reiji clenched her small fist, seeing Shirakawa Mai's support, she let out a breath of relief.

"Then what about your boyfriend?" Uesugi Muneyuki clicked his tongue.

"Your child, he doesn't deserve to raise!" Tei Reiji grew more confident, she said lightly: "When the time comes, count it on his head, after breaking up, just ask him for child support."

Uesugi Muneyuki: …. 」

He suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

However, this is legally recognized in Japan, various precedents have ruled this way, it aligns with progressivism, with the spirit of rule of law and protection of women, and truly has no flaw.

"Hahahaha~" Shirakawa Mai laughed even happier, she laughed while embracing Tei Reiji, and said in a low voice: "By the way, Ishihara Mikoto's child, is it about to be born? Boy or girl?"

…………According to legal regulations, our University of Tokyo Hospital is professional, has very strict regulations, and absolutely cannot and does not allow disclosure of the child's gender." Uesugi Muneyuki said solemnly, then he took out his phone and dialed a string of numbers on it: "In short, that's it."

A line of numbers appeared on the phone: 1234569.

"?" Tei Reiji froze, not understanding what this string of numbers meant.

But Shirakawa Mai immediately understood: "So, what name are you preparing to take?"

"Uesugi Chiai." Uesugi Muneyuki revealed a hint of a smile.

"And me? And me?" Tei Reiji gathered courage, immediately answered: "If it's also a girl?"

"Uesugi Aimisu." Uesugi Muneyuki didn't even think.

"Ah" It sounds like a name that won't reunite with parents, huh... Tei Reiji was very disappointed.

After muttering a few sentences, filming resumed, and everything seemed unchanged.

At the same time, inside the Special Mission Division.

"Nanase, deliver this document to...... mouth area! yue~" Minami Ojou-sama was scolding fiercely in the classroom when suddenly a wave of nausea surged, she crouched down and nearly vomited.

"Section Chief!" "Section Chief, are you okay?" "Section Chief, what's wrong?"

"I, I'm fine, just suddenly feeling a bit nauseous and dizzy." Minami Ojou-sama covered her head, helped up by Eirina: "Strange, lately I've been feeling..."

"A bit?" The people of the Special Mission Division looked at each other.

Finally, it was the most familiar Okada who opened his mouth.

"Section Chief, you wouldn't happen to... have it, would you?"