He said, "Sorry for interrupting your rest ti."
"It's fine, you always do this anyway. You'll be the sa next ti, not even a half-hearted hello."
Ji Minghuan shrugged, teasingly, as he got out of bed.
He walked barefoot on the cold floor, dragging his lean body to the table, then pulled a chair to sit opposite the ntor. Resting his chin on his right hand, with his elbow on the table, he casually said, "So... why not just tell what you want this ti?"
"Then I'll be brief. I asked about so things from the orphanage where you stayed before," the ntor said. "They all said you liked to lock yourself in and wrap your body with rolls of tissue paper back then, so the kids at the orphanage called you 'weirdo.' Is that true?"
"Ah... did that happen? Anyway, I don't really rember."
Ji Minghuan tilted his head slightly, muttering as he reminisced. After a while, he looked up, glaring at the ntor with an odd tone, responding, "Even if what you said is true, ntor, don't you think it's pretty normal for people to be silly when they're young?"
"That is true." The ntor chuckled, "The nurses also said you liked to sneak into the computer room to play gas when you were at the orphanage."
"That's true."
"What type of gas did you like to play the most?"
"Let think... 'Edith Finch's mory,' or 'Ruined City Story'?"
The ntor shook his head.
"What a pity, I've never heard of them."
"Oh, that's a sha." Ji Minghuan responded nonchalantly, drooping his eyelids. He tapped the table lightly with his finger, shifting his gaze from the surveillance cara on the ceiling to the ntor's face. Then he asked, "Speaking of which, since you insist I have a superpower, what exactly would my superpower be? Is it really as impressive as you say?"
"Based on our tests, you should be a 'reality influence' superpower user, which is considered the most dangerous category in our evaluation system." The ntor paused, "By the way, since you say you like playing gas, there's a high chance your superpower will appear to you in a form related to 'gas.'
"Why?"
Ji Minghuan raised his eyebrows, his interest seemingly piqued.
Seeing the child's wandering gaze finally settle on his face, the ntor couldn't help but chuckle, thinking he was being quite witty by holding onto the suspense for a mont. Until Ji Minghuan's eyes started showing impatience, did he tap his fingers on the table and begin a detailed explanation.
"Any form of superpower will help the superpower user understand it."
"For example: If a superpower user was a trendy woman before awakening, she might suddenly dream of a huge LED billboard one night, which shows the 'selling points' and usage of her powers in rotation."
At this point, the ntor clasped his fingers together, looking up to et Ji Minghuan's gaze.
"And you... since you like video gas, your superpower may very well appear in this form—it will create itself as a ga level to test you, guide you, and help you clearly understand how to use this superpower."
"Ga level..." Ji Minghuan mused.
He looked up at the ntor and asked confusedly, "How co it feels like you're saying the superpower has its own mind, and can help the user adapt to its existence?"
The ntor shook his head, then adjusted the fra on his nose.
He said, "I originally wanted to deny this statent, but perhaps, as you said: superpowers may have self-will, after all, they are beyond the realm of science. Historically, many in the West have considered superpower users as children of God, seeing superpowers as divine miracles, thus believing they contain the will of deities, and those whose powers go out of control have angered God and thus suffer punishnt, plunging into madness."
"I see." Ji Minghuan seed to understand and yet not understand.
He thought for a while and then said, "Speaking of which, besides computer gas, I also like playing paper cards. In the orphanage, these were the only things sowhat interesting, better than this damn place anyway."
"Then you..."
"So one day I might dream of a deck of cards, with each card detailing how to use my superpower?" Ji Minghuan interrupted and asked ahead.
"Exactly."
The ntor picked up the thermos on the table, sipping the warm tea inside.
As he screwed the lid back on, he looked at the young man across the table, smiling in his eyes, and asked, "How co you're suddenly interested in superpowers?"
"Because I'm really bored." Ji Minghuan mocked, "Besides... you guys haven't given the right to have fun, what is there to do here besides reflecting in front of a wall? I'm bored to death, alright?"
"I'm sorry. We're really forced in this situation too."
There was an apologetic tone in the ntor's voice.
He smiled, quietly watching Ji Minghuan for a while, then slowly spoke, "By the way, the deaf-mute girl who ca with you earlier... she's also an albino. That's quite rare."
Saying that, he looked a bit solemn, cautiously asking, "Do you want to know her current situation?"
At this point, Ji Minghuan's gaze suddenly paused, his eyes fixating on the table for a few seconds.
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