After glancing over the ssages he had sent, the tofu shop owner felt a pang of sympathy. He sighed and imdiately replied with a call.
The matter couldn’t be explained in just a few words, so the two of them started a voice call.
The tofu shop owner and the middle-aged soldier from the rescue center had once served in the sa legion. They had lived near each other back then, and since they were both from Federation Star, they had exchanged terminal contacts upon retiring, planning to keep in touch often.
But in the years after returning to Federation Star, life was full of miscellaneous matters, and in the hustle and bustle, they gradually forgot their promise to keep in touch.
After all, they were n who had shouldered laser cannons together—a bond forged in life-or-death situations. After exchanging a few pleasantries and reminiscing about old tis, the tofu shop owner got down to business. "You... you’re working at a rescue center now?" ’In the Federation, a job at a rescue center was not considered a good post...’
As everyone knew, only those who had been diagnosed with defects in their Beast Clan Genes were eligible to work there.
Most people diagnosed with genetic defects eventually went down the path of complete beastification, losing all reason.
"Yeah. Less than a decade after retiring, I discovered the defect, so I ended up here." The man’s tone was surprisingly calm.
"Then how are you doing now?"
"I’m doing alright. Got lucky, I guess." The middle-aged man chuckled good-naturedly, but his laugh quickly faded into a sigh. "I wouldn’t be ssaging you if I had any other choice."
Little Qing had told the middle-aged man not to ntion that they were searching for Jiang Qiuqiu because they’d eaten her food and believed it could help them resist the collapse of their spiritual power.
He had the man tell a different story—one that was more tragic and moving, and that would also avoid causing any potential trouble for Jiang Qiuqiu.
"That livestrear, Juju, donated so food to us a while back." He let out a long sigh. "An old veteran here ate so of it back then. He thought it was incredibly delicious and has been thinking about it ever since."
"...Now, the defect in his Genes is getting worse. His beast Genes are about to overwhelm his human ones." He was on the verge of complete beastification. From a human standpoint, complete beastification was no different from death.
A dying man’s last wish is a sorrowful thing. The part about satisfying a simple craving was a lie, but Brother Leopard was real—lying on a dical bed, his body covered in a layer of downy fur, barely able to maintain his human form. Seeing a friend he’d known for over a decade reach such a state, the middle-aged man’s voice filled with grief. "His only wish before he completely beastifies is to eat that dish one more ti. We’ve posted in her fan circle and sent bullet comnts, but the livestrear, Juju, hasn’t seen them."
"We were hoping you could help by sending her a private ssage."
"Well—" The soft-hearted tofu shop owner was imdiately moved. "But I don’t have her terminal number, either. I only have the account she uses to buy things and her fan circle account."
"You’ve looked into her, so you know she has tons of fans. She almost never sees her private ssages in the fan circle." ’There are probably tens of millions of people sending her ssages. If Jiang Qiuqiu doesn’t mark it as important, it’ll definitely be drowned in the sea of notifications.’
"I could send a private ssage through her shopping account, but there are a lot of ads and other ssages there too..."
It was a small favor, and the tofu shop owner was willing to help. "All sorts of random vendors love sending ads on there. She just bought so tofu, so she probably won’t need any more for a while. It might take so ti for her to see my ssage. The guy on your end..."
"He can!"
"It’s good just to have sothing to hope for!"
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