IBO -Chapter 179 How Many People Are in the Family?

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Now, in this frozen space, only Xiao Zhong’er and Song Yutu could move freely.

Song Yutu glanced at Xiao Zhong’er, then crouched down and gently tapped Song Xiuhu on the forehead with a finger.

In the next moment, Song Xiuhu blinked, breaking free from the frozen state.

Song Xiuhu looked at Song Yutu, then at Xiao Zhong’er, and whispered, “I remember everything.”

Before Xiao Zhong’er could respond, Song Yutu announced some news.

“I know how to save brother,” Song Yutu said with a determined look. He turned to Song Xiuhu, “Song Xiuhu, we have to complete this together.”

Song Xiuhu looked back at Song Yiran reluctantly, then decisively jumped onto Song Yutu’s shoulder. “Okay, we’ll save brother together.”

Watching this, Xiao Zhong’er felt a sudden sense of unease.

Something about this scene felt off… This doesn’t look good… Are these two planning something foolish?

Xiao Zhong’er suspiciously asked, “What exactly are you planning? You’re not thinking of trading your lives for Song Yiran’s, are you?

No, that won’t work, absolutely not! If Song Yiran knew, he’d jump up and beat you both!

Stay calm, you two! Let’s think of another way!”

Song Yutu sighed, “Where are your thoughts going?

Do you remember I told you before that the God of History assigned me some tasks?

Just now, all those tasks suddenly cleared, leaving only the last one for me to complete.”

Song Yutu lowered his eyelids, hiding his gaze. “As long as we complete this task, brother will be fine.

But everything has a cost. This task must be completed by both me and Song Xiuhu. And after the task… we must leave here and return to the original timeline.”

Xiao Zhong’er frowned. “But… but… sigh…

Maybe we should wait. I’ll report to headquarters and request support. Perhaps this problem can be solved smoothly.”

Song Yutu let out a low laugh. “It’s useless.”

He lifted his eyes and stared straight into Xiao Zhong’er’s. “This is predestined history.”

Xiao Zhong’er felt an overwhelming helplessness, unable to speak another word.

And so, Song Yutu and Song Xiuhu went to execute the task.

Blue Star, Long Country, S City.

The weather was stifling today. Pedestrians hurried along the street, and a large truck was parked on the roadside, its cabin empty.

Suddenly, time in this space froze. Everyone’s movements stopped, even birds in mid-flight were suspended in the air.

Inside the truck cabin appeared an adult man and a red fox.

The man and fox were none other than Song Yutu and Song Xiuhu.

On the way, Song Yutu explained everything to Song Xiuhu, including the thing he had been hiding from Xiao Zhong’er.

The final task they had to complete was—go back to the past and run over Song Yiran with a truck together.

When he first saw this task, Song Yutu had felt an inexplicable absurdity.

He was supposed to run over the very brother who had raised them, together with Song Xiuhu?

It turned out that the reason Song Yiran died in the first place was because of what he and Song Xiuhu were going to do…

Back then, Song Yiran was walking on the road when a truck hit him. Afterward, he signed a contract with the System Department, traveled to the interstellar era to complete tasks, and raised them. And now, to save him, they had to repeat that act—running over Song Yiran with a truck—completing a closed loop.

This… is history?

A wave of helplessness surged in Song Yutu’s heart. He had originally intended to delay this task until the last possible moment, but now he could no longer procrastinate. All tasks in the task bar had just cleared in an instant, leaving only this one.

This task also had a special note added: [24-hour limit. If not completed within the specified time, Song Yiran will die within 24 hours. (After completion, return to the original timeline.)]

Before today, the note had read: [10-year limit. If not completed within the specified time, Song Yiran’s lifespan will only have 10 years remaining. (After completion, return to the original timeline.)]

There was no more time.

Song Yutu’s hands trembled as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

His hands had never shaken this violently—not even the first time he killed an enemy on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, he had killed many enemies. He knew they were enemies, so he wasn’t afraid.

But now, he was about to kill his own brother—the one who had raised him with such care.

Song Xiuhu jumped onto the steering wheel, his trembling paws clutching its edges.

They were both extremely unwilling, but there was no other way.

Once they were ready, time resumed its flow. Everything returned to normal: pedestrians hurried along the streets, and birds flapped their wings in midair.

Song Xiuhu stretched his neck, scanning the crowd, and finally spotted a familiar figure.

“Song Yutu, I see brother.”

If not for this task, this should have been a happy moment.

But thinking about the fact that they were about to run over Song Yiran, Song Xiuhu’s tail drooped dejectedly.

Cold sweat already coated Song Yutu’s palms. Like a thief, he sneakily watched Song Yiran through the car window.

Song Yiran was holding a freshly printed résumé, preparing to look for a job today.

As he reached an intersection, a large truck suddenly barreled toward him.

The distance was too close, and the truck was moving too fast. He had no time to escape.

Song Yiran could only watch helplessly as the truck approached, then the world spun violently, and the sky in his eyes turned red.

But how could the sky be red?

He rolled his eyes and realized belatedly—it wasn’t the sky that turned red, it was his own blood spattering his eyes, tinting his vision crimson.

He wanted to cry out for help, but his mouth was full of blood. When he opened it, all that came out first was blood—he couldn’t even scream.

Fortunately, bystanders quickly called 911, and an ambulance arrived soon after. Song Yiran was promptly lifted onto a stretcher.

Strangely, only Song Yiran was injured. There were many people nearby, but in the end, only he was precisely hit.

The truck stopped immediately after hitting him. When traffic police arrived and secured the scene, they found only a drunken, unconscious male driver in the cabin.

The drunken driver was actually a substitute human-like doll. After Song Yutu and Song Xiuhu completed the task, they were immediately transported away, and a human-like figure automatically appeared in the driver’s seat.

This was a high-tech world doll, indistinguishable from a real person. Given the world’s technology, no one could tell the difference.

Song Yutu and Song Xiuhu were then transported to another past timeline of Blue Star.

They still had to run over two more versions of Song Yiran in different past timelines…

Song Yutu’s hands shook violently. Although they were transported away immediately after completing the task, his keen eyesight let him clearly see the moment Song Yiran’s body sprayed blood after being hit by the truck.

Song Xiufu fell into silence. Because of his position at the front, he could clearly see every subtle expression on Song Yiran’s face.

At first, Song Yiran’s expression was bewilderment, then it turned to terror, and finally, pain.

That pain was caused by the younger brothers he had raised. The very thought made Song Xiufu feel as if he couldn’t breathe.

What would Song Yiran have thought at the moment of being struck to death? He could never have imagined that the culprits were the very brothers he had raised himself.

And this was something Song Xiufu and Song Yutu would have to do two more times.

…

When time, which had previously stopped, began flowing again, Xiao Zhong’er realized that Song Yutu and Song Xiufu had completed their task and returned to the original timeline.

Song Yiran still lay quietly on the ground, with the children crying around him—but this time, what they cried about was different.

“Wuwuwu… Brother, why did you suddenly fall asleep?”

“Brother, please wake up! Wuwuwu, Brother, don’t sleep! Wuwuwuwu…”

“Wuwuwuwu… Brother, will you never wake up again? Wuwuwuwu…”

Xiao Zhong’er immediately scanned Song Yiran’s body. His body had returned to normal—healthy—but he was deeply asleep.

Xiao Zhong’er gently poked Song Buli on the shoulder. “Do you remember how Brother Yiran ended up like this?”

Song Buli sobbed while speaking: “Just now, Brother was talking to us, and then he suddenly collapsed and fell asleep. No matter how we called him, he didn’t wake up. Wuwuwu… what should we do? Why does Brother keep sleeping? Wuwuwu…”

Xiao Zhong’er asked, “Do you still remember how many people are in our family?”

Song Buli sniffled. “There are eleven of us in total.”

Xiao Zhong’er pressed his lips together. In this timeline, their family should have thirteen members.

That meant Song Yutu and Song Xiufu had been forgotten.

The children continued crying around Song Yiran. They couldn’t understand why the person who had been speaking with them moments ago suddenly collapsed and couldn’t be awakened, no matter how much they called.

Xiao Zhong’er carried Song Yiran back to his own bed and even thoughtfully tucked him in.

Afterward, he and the children tried many methods to wake him up.

Including, but not limited to: tickling attacks, feeding him bitter herbal water, giving him traditional medicine, tempting him with the aroma of delicious food… none of these methods worked.

Song Yiran lay on the bed as if dead to the world, motionless.

At night, the children refused to sleep, all lying on top of Song Yiran’s blanket, unwilling to leave.

Xiao Zhong’er could only let them be.

Late at night, Xiao Zhong’er suddenly received a message from headquarters, requiring him to return immediately to the department to report.