Devil's Eye Reborn - Shadow Angel Awakens - Chapter 36

Chapter 34：I came from an orphanage
 

“That’s right! Mother, we need to find Mother quickly!” Yan’er suddenly remembered.

I nodded, tucked the flute into my waistband, retracted the “Eye of Illusions,” and took Yan’er by the hand, heading towards the southern gate of the square.

Including the gate we entered through, there were twelve gates around the square. We checked each one, only to find meeting rooms behind them, all empty.

“Where could my mother have gone?” Yan’er cried.

“Don’t cry, Yan’er. I believe your mother will be safe. They must have taken her for a reason and won’t harm her. Besides, I promised to rescue her, and I will keep my word. Now that you know my true identity, you won’t doubt me, right?” I comforted her.

Hearing my words, Yan’er stopped crying.

We searched the rooms again, looking for any hidden passages, but found nothing.

“This is strange. How could the headquarters of Satan’s Cult not have a room for the leader?” I said, puzzled.

Yan’er looked at the square and said, “Big brother, could it be like the secret passage we came down? The leader’s room might be in the center of this circular square.”

I nodded and smiled, “That’s very possible. Let’s check it out.”

We went to the center of the square, and I carefully tapped the ground. Sure enough, there was an echo beneath the central floor, indicating a hidden space. I laughed, “Good thinking, Yan’er! You were right!” Yan’er smiled back at me.

However, after examining the area for a while, I couldn’t find an entrance. The earlier battle with Wukong had left the ground full of holes and cracks.

With no other choice, I decided to break through the ground.

Fortunately, the ground wasn’t very thick. After a few strikes, a hole appeared.

I found a lighter on one of the Satanic followers’ corpses and jumped down first, discovering that the hole was about ten meters deep.

Inside, I lit the lighter and found myself in a short tunnel.

The tunnel was similar to the one we had entered earlier, with walls adorned with hellish reliefs but lacking lighting. At the end of the tunnel was the Satanic leader’s room.

After confirming there were no traps, I brought Yan’er down.

Inside the room, we found various documents related to Satan’s Cult.

The room wasn’t large but had two stories. Besides the round table in the center, the walls were lined with bookshelves reaching up to the ceiling.

“So many books. I wonder if there’s any information about my mother here,” Yan’er said.

I walked to the round table and looked at the pile of documents. “There are too many materials here to go through quickly. I think the documents on this table are the most recent ones the leader has reviewed. The information about your mother is most likely here.”

Yan’er nodded and quickly picked up a document to read.

We searched through the documents for a while but found no mention of Daji.

“Damn, it’s all unrelated stuff.”

I tossed aside a document I had finished reading and picked up another one. Suddenly, something caught my eye.

Yan’er, seeing my focused expression, leaned over and exclaimed, “Isn’t that Brother Zicheng?” I nodded and continued reading the document.

The document detailed Zicheng’s information—his birth, blood type, interests, and even his movements up until he joined us. At the end of the document was an order.

“‘Kill him and send the cross necklace back to headquarters,'” Yan’er read aloud softly.

I suddenly realized, “So that’s it! Satan’s Cult wanted to kill Zicheng and his wife to seize the cross necklace his wife gave him. But I wonder what secret the necklace holds.”

I turned to the next page of the document and found information about Zicheng’s wife. It turned out that she was not only Japanese but also an orphan who grew up in an orphanage.

However, the document listed her name as Higashijo Fumiko, which was different from what Zicheng had told me.

Puzzled, I pondered for a moment but couldn’t make sense of it, so I turned to the next page.

As soon as I flipped the page, I was stunned and speechless for a long time.

This page contained detailed personal information about a woman named Higashijo Takako.

The name meant nothing to me initially, but a photo was attached to the left side of the paper. The person in the photo was none other than my deceased mother!

“Big brother, what’s wrong?” Yan’er asked softly, noticing my altered expression.

I didn’t answer her immediately and quickly read through the document. After finishing, my mind went blank.

According to the document, my mother was Japanese and an orphan who grew up in the same orphanage as Zicheng’s wife.

The record meticulously detailed my mother’s life.

At eighteen, she left the orphanage. Due to her excellent exam results and love for Chinese culture, she enrolled in a university in Hong Kong to study Chinese-Japanese translation after graduating from high school. After arriving in Hong Kong, she adopted a Chinese name, Cheng Shangxiang.

In her second year of university, she met an upperclassman from the same department, Cheng Ruocheng, who was my father

They quickly fell in love, and after graduation the following year, they got married.

They lived a happy life, but due to health issues, my mother was diagnosed as infertile.

After discussing with my father, they decided to adopt a child.

So, they adopted a newborn Chinese boy from the orphanage where my mother grew up.

That boy was me, originally named Cheng Yongnuo.

They treated me as their own and vowed never to reveal this secret to me.

However, the happy life lasted only until I was five years old.

One day, my father suddenly disappeared without a trace.

My mother was heartbroken and would have ended her life if not for me.

A year later, a new male colleague joined her magazine company.

The new colleague fell in love with my mother at first sight and pursued her fervently. My mother, who had become indifferent to relationships, was eventually moved by his sincerity and didn’t want me to grow up without a father, so she agreed to marry him.

That man was, of course, my second father, Bi Ruixian.

But the joyful newlywed life lasted only a short while. Six months later, my mother was raped and killed by a mad beggar.

The record ended there, but two additional lines were appended at the end, shocking me greatly.

“‘Cheng Ruocheng, the 370th leader of the Hong Kong branch, has defected from our cult…’ ‘Bi Ruixian, the 371st leader of the Hong Kong branch, has defected from our cult…’ What… what is going on?” I murmured to myself.

Seeing my dazed expression, Yan’er sensed something was wrong with the document and quickly took it to read.

After reading for a while, she softly said, “Big brother, don’t be too sad. It’s all in the past.”

“No, I’m not sad, just incredulous. I thought I was simply the reincarnation of Satan. Who would have thought that neither my mother nor father were my biological parents,” I said with a bitter smile. “What’s more, both of my fathers were not just Satanic cult members but the highest leaders in Hong Kong. My mother died without ever knowing.”

Yan’er looked anxious, wanting to comfort me but not knowing what to say.

Seeing this, I smiled at her and said, “Don’t worry. The hardest thing for me to accept was my identity as Satan. This won’t trouble me much.”

Hearing this, Yan’er breathed a sigh of relief and said, “That’s good. But remember, big brother, if you have any worries, you must tell Yan’er.”

I patted her head and smiled, “Yes, if I have any troubles, I will definitely tell you. I won’t keep them inside.” Yan’er clapped her hands in approval.

I read the document again and thought for a moment before saying, “I think my two fathers approached my mother because she had something Satan’s Cult wanted. Perhaps it was Zicheng’s silver cross necklace.”

Yan’er asked, “Did you ever see it when you were a child?”

I shook my head and said, “No, I was too young. Even if I had seen it, I wouldn’t remember. But I suspect my second father never found it; otherwise, he wouldn’t have lived with me until I was sixteen.”

Then, I recalled that he once tried to kill me, which might have been an order from Satan’s Cult.

If I was indeed adopted, as the document said, who were my biological parents? Could they both be demons?

Rahab always said I had exceptional potential, rare among humans. Could it be that I have no human blood at all?

And that orphanage—my mother, Zicheng’s wife, and I all stayed there. It couldn’t be a coincidence. The orphanage must be hiding some secrets.

Countless questions flooded my mind.

“Let’s go. There are too many questions. We need to find Rahab first,” I said, stuffing the document into my jacket.

After confirming that the documents on the table were not useful, Yan’er and I returned to the square.