Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

The rumored guard team arrived in person on Mangxing, and their arrival was anything but low-key; the entrance to the ARES base was packed with onlookers.

Many people, armed with specialized camera equipment, eagerly awaited the event. With today's advanced technology, even with precautions, various images, some blurry and some clear, were still transmitted across the StarNet, leading to a multitude of speculations.

"They're coming in so aggressively, are they planning to deal with the criminals on the spot?"

"Really? Is ARES going to be in big trouble? I just bought my ticket and haven't even gone yet..."

"Was the person who killed the Fourth Prince really that child? He looked so young, how did he do it?"

"It might be a child-shaped android. Didn't a similar incident happen before? The KA Group's youngest daughter was killed by an android after she gained consciousness, and then the android impersonated her and lived in their home for almost three years..."

"How pathetic. No wonder artificial intelligence is not allowed to develop consciousness; it's terrifying."

"What era are we living in? Do you think there aren't many awakened androids? It's said that the first android to awaken consciousness was developed by the KA Group, the K-IIII model, the one specifically designed for color manipulation. I still have archives of the statements it made on the StarNet back then."

"Speaking of which, I'm reminded of something that really stuck with me: someone asked it what its first emotion was upon awakening, and it answered 'pain,' because the buyer was a seasoned sadomasochistic enthusiast..."

"So? Do androids deserve to lose their dignity and suffer all the venting of humans? In my opinion, the KA Group's current predicament is just karma."

"Is the person upstairs a fake?"

"No, they are just extremely rare, normal people."

"..."

The topic of conversation gradually veered off course.

Unlike the heated discussions on StarNet, the ARES base was eerily silent.

At the critical moment, WEN disappeared without a trace. Hua Renyuan felt anxious and uneasy, as if he had lost his backbone. He immediately sent more than a dozen people to search for him.

He tried to distract himself and pretend to calmly comfort the child next to him, but before he could speak, Wen Sirang spoke first: "Relax, Uncle Hua, everything will be alright."

Looking at his calm and composed expression, I couldn't tell if he was genuinely relaxed or just pretending to be indifferent.

Hua Renyuan sighed inwardly.

Even though she's only met Wen a few times, she's still starting to gravitate towards him. If this trend continues, she'll grow up to be a cold, aloof person...

Upon entering the VIP reception room, the door was wide open, and guards stood on both sides, ready to respond.

Hua Renyuan wanted to pat the child on the shoulder to encourage him, but when he looked down, he found that the child had already gone inside. He had no choice but to follow behind.

Having lived to such an old age, he had never seen such a large-scale confrontation, and he could almost foresee the precarious standoff that was about to unfold.

Apart from the middle-aged man who was said to be the emperor's personal bodyguard, there was no one else in the VIP room.

The man stood next to the sofa, on which sat a square device made of a special material, but it was not turned on.

Wen Sirang stopped in front of the sofa, looked up, and met the man's gaze.

The other party didn't speak immediately, but first showed him a confidential document marked with many strange symbols and complicated technical terms, not afraid that a child like him wouldn't be able to understand it.

Wen Sirang really couldn't understand it. He had never even been to school. Fortunately, the books he had read recently had increased his vocabulary. He didn't look at anything else, but turned to the last page and extracted the key points from that still overly verbose passage.

Two months ago, the "Fourth Prince" who was stranded on a remote planet and brutally murdered, which the Security Bureau publicized extensively, was actually a fake android.

It was made using the empire’s most advanced technology, simulating the emperor’s bloodline almost perfectly. The AI-generated face was crafted just right, cleverly combining the most perfect traits of both parents.

It is precisely this perfection that exposes its unreality.

The man stared at Wen Sirang, a young boy with dark eyes.

Those eyes magnified the boy's traits associated with his mother, making his youthful face look less like his father's.

Therefore, even though the documents presented the facts, he still needed to provide one final self-justification to the emperor.

The man turned on the device on the sofa and bowed slightly.

The projection appeared instantly.

Even though it was just a projection, the emperor's majesty still compelled everyone inside and outside to kneel down.

Wen Sirang's clothes were tugged from behind; it was Hua Renyuan's urgent reminder.

He pursed his lips, bent his knees, and slowly knelt down.

The emperor scrutinized him slowly and deliberately, his gaze deep and unwavering, revealing not a trace of his emotions.

The emperor nodded slightly when the man asked in a low voice, "May we begin to verify?"

Wen Sirang raised his head.

He glanced at the man's waist and asked to borrow the man's short knife.

Upon hearing the sound of the blade being drawn, Hua Renyuan finally couldn't help but glance at it, and the man's expression was also subtle.

The next second, the little boy kneeling on the ground took off his T-shirt, gripped the knife handle, and cleanly cut open the skin below his collarbone.

He moved expressionlessly, and after a few seconds, he raised his other hand and groped around, digging out something from the bloody mess. The thing was also covered in blood, and he placed it in his palm and handed it to the emperor.

It was a pinky ring set with a gemstone, which had been buried under the skin for so long that it had almost grown into the flesh and blood, and was stained with blood, obscuring its original luster.

“This is my mother’s keepsake, and also the token of love you gave her back then.” Wen Sirang’s lips curled into a radiant smile. “Do you still want to verify its authenticity?”

Medical staff arrived in a hurry, then left in small groups, and the people sent out to find WEN finally returned.

"Where did he go?" Hua Renyuan asked.

The subordinate scratched his head, looking extremely ashamed, and said that everyone thought Wen had gone out on business, but he was actually catching up on sleep in his room and came out on his own after waking up.

Did you tell him what happened just now?

"I told him, he..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen walked over from the side. He looked like he hadn't fully woken up yet, his hair was unkempt, his eyelids were drooping, and his face was full of gloom.

Hua Renyuan's face was also gloomy. After all, he had just experienced a thrilling scene that almost made his blood run cold. Who would have thought that while the child named Wen Sirang was bleeding profusely, Wen was sleeping.

He felt that Wen was like the kind of man who picked up a child but didn't want to raise it himself, who only knew how to be a womanizer and didn't care about his family. When he did care about his family, he was always sleepy. Just as he was about to scold him, he suddenly noticed the suitcase that Wen was dragging in his hand.

There were two.

Hua Renyuan felt a sense of foreboding. At that moment, Wen Sirang also came out of the VIP room. His wounds had been bandaged, but his face was still bloodless.

"I'm leaving," WEN said, clearly addressing Wen Sirang.

Wen Sirang seemed to have something to say, but didn't say it. He lowered his head and, from an angle where no one could see, revealed a relieved expression, silently taking the other box.

Hua Renyuan watched this scene unfold.

Wen looked at him and gave his only travel report of the year: "I'm leaving, Uncle Hua."