Chapter 839 - Chapter 839: Actually, I’m Superman. I Have Superpowers!
Chapter 839: Actually, I’m Superman. I Have Superpowers!
Editor: Henyee Translations
“Gu Yang?”
Yan Xi looked around and called out softly, like they were meeting in secret.
Gu Yang nodded and sat down beside her.
Yan Xi had chosen a seat in the corner where there weren’t many people. Most were playing games with their earphones on, oblivious to their surroundings.
Yan Xi took out her phone and opened an encrypted file filled with photos, recordings, and videos. Most of them were recorded.
She handed Gu Yang a pair of earphones and played a recording for her.
It was a man’s voice, and the content was shocking, directly mentioning “suicide.”
After playing the recording, Yan Xi said, “This is my sincerity. The person speaking is my current manager.”
Gu Yang had expected a scandal between some celebrities and executives, but she didn’t expect something so explosive right from the start.
Yan Xi’s next words made her frown. “This is just one case. Tiansheng Media is far dirtier than you think.”
She explained that some incidents were too old, and the people involved were no longer with the company, so she couldn’t get evidence for those.
Yan Xi said, “Although these recordings were obtained secretly and may not be admissible in court, if used appropriately, they can definitely deal a heavy blow to Tiansheng Media.”
Gu Yang sensed something was off. “How did you get these recordings?”
The artist had committed suicide a few years ago. Logically, Yan Xi’s current manager wouldn’t mention this without a reason.
Yan Xi’s expression became a little unnatural. “Sorry, this is my secret. I can’t tell you.”
Gu Yang looked at her thoughtfully and came to a conclusion. “You are a hypnotist.”
Yan Xi looked genuinely confused. “What hypnotist? I don’t know much about that. I studied at Capital Drama University, not psychology.”
Gu Yang noticed that Yan Xi didn’t seem to be faking it and frowned slightly.
Had she guessed wrongly?
Seeing Gu Yang remain silent for a long time, Yan Xi became a little anxious.
Although she had two plans, the second plan had too many variables. But Gu Yang seemed more reliable and gullible—no, reliable.
Yan Xi appeared to make a difficult decision. She leaned close to Gu Yang’s ear and whispered, “Gu Yang, let me tell you a secret. You must not tell anyone else.”
Gu Yang nodded.
Yan Xi said, “Do you believe in light?”
Gu Yang, “…”
Yan Xi continued, “Like Superman, like Ultraman Tiga. Do you believe there are supermen in the world?”
She sounded a little excited, but still tried to keep her voice low. “Actually, I’m Superman. I have superpowers!”
Gu Yang, “…”
Gu Yang began to look at Yan Xi from a professional perspective. She felt that this child might have been oppressed for a long time and had an abnormal mental state.
And she was seriously ill.
With concern, Gu Yang asked, “Do you need me to take you to the hospital?”
Yan Xi was suddenly interrupted. When she heard this, she was stunned. “Why are we going to the hospital?”
Gu Yang replied, “It’s very close, it’s nearby.”
Yan Xi often came to the Grass-Raising Internet Cafe and was quite familiar with the surroundings.
She recalled there was only one hospital nearby—the capital’s mental hospital.
“I’m not crazy!”
Yan Xi was determined to prove herself. She held Gu Yang’s face with both hands, feeling its smoothness. Gently, she said, “Look into my eyes.”
Gu Yang, patient with those she suspected were patients, complied obediently. “Alright, I’m looking.”
Yan Xi asked softly, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Gu Yang replied sharply, “Does this concern you?”
Yan Xi was taken aback, shock filling her eyes. “Why won’t you answer my question?”
Confused, Yan Xi muttered, “My superpower has vanished.”
Gu Yang pieced it together. “Your superpower is making others tell the truth, isn’t it?”
Yan Xi nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes! I discovered this ability when I was young. Whenever I stared into someone’s eyes and asked a question, they would always answer truthfully.”
“It happened first in elementary school. I remember my adoptive mother hiding my snacks and refusing to tell me where. I stared at her, asked, and she confessed. But afterwards, she had no memory of it.”