Pokémon Detective Case Files

Chapter 310 The End of the Forest Mansion Incident

Chapter 312 The End of the Forest Mansion Incident

"Phew—finally we've escaped this incident. To use that troublesome investigator's words, it was like a sea cucumber vomiting its entrails to escape—a huge loss indeed."

Inside the impressive luxury limousine, Chairman Hayden reclined his seat, propped his shoes-clad feet against the windshield, and made a remark with utterly no grace.

"Mr. Hayden, the Alola box cucumbers are surprisingly brutal. Their name isn't without reason; once stepped on, their gutted organs brutally beat their enemies like fists. Therefore, rather than shedding their tails to survive, their act of vomiting their internal organs is more like a suicide attack—"

The man known as Aying adjusted the car navigation system in front of his seat, carefully correcting his employer's words.

"Speaking of which, is it really appropriate for me, the driver, to sit in the car with you, the employer? Although Corviknight remembers the route back to the center of Eterna City, it's still easier to maintain flight stability if a trainer is riding on its back."

"Don't be so formal, Ah Ying."

Director Hayden waved his hand with his eyes closed.

"As you know, this heterochromatic armored raven has undergone professional training by the Galar Racing Company. No matter who rides on its back..."

In reality, it's practically just for show. So don't stay up there in the cold wind; at worst, just make it fly slower.

"All right."

Upon hearing the employer's instructions, the bodyguard/driver, dressed in a butler's uniform, calmed down, pressed the button on his headset again, and gave the order to the Steel Raven on the roof of the car to take off immediately.

Hayden gazed at the slowly descending horizon and the villa in the woods gradually disappearing from view, letting out a groan-like sigh. "I don't know why, but ever since I entered that forest mansion, I've had this uneasy feeling. Even now, though we're far away from that strange building in the Steel Raven, that ominous premonition still lingers, it just won't go away. Aying, do you feel the same way?"

Could it be that the company owner insisted on having the driver sit in the truck with him because he was worried about a plane crash?

The steward sitting beside Hayden, casting aside his inner grumbling about the wealthy's suspicious nature, spread his hands and answered the question frankly, "I don't feel that way at all, sir. Rather, because I designed almost all the interior furnishings myself, strolling around the mansion actually feels quite welcoming. I was startled by the earthquake, but before I could even process it and realize something was terribly wrong, Zhu Lan Champion had already decisively resolved everything."

"As expected. Whether it's Medan or the builder from a hundred years ago, their schemes have absolutely no effect on someone like you."

Hayden tugged at his seatbelt, shifting to a more comfortable leg-crossing position. He then wagged his index finger at his steward and said, "It was the same when I sent you to inspect the mansion. You personally experienced that abandoned Forest Mansion, a hundred times more eerie and terrifying than it is now. Yet you returned as if you'd just gone for a walk, with that completely indifferent expression."

"You reported to me that this Forest Mansion could be completely renovated—I was terrified when I just glanced at the photos you brought back; those images, which at first glance looked no different from ghost photography."

"That was probably a prank by the ghost Pokémon in the mansion back then. I've lived in similar remote mountain villages since I was a child, so I'm very familiar with this kind of environment."

Ah Ying shrugged.

"This is not just a problem of living environment."

Director Hayden finally put his feet down, then turned to the butler, carefully examining A-Ying's much younger, middle-aged face—"When that champion made his declaration of solving the mystery, revealing the nature of the experiment, and disclosing the historical truth, you were still as uninterested as ever, weren't you? A-Ying, you're completely indifferent to elements like the supernatural, the eerie, the sublime, and the sacred. Compared to Medan, who tried to prove things, you, who always maintained an unwavering attitude of skepticism, are more like a staunch atheist, aren't you?"

"It's just that my senses are dulled. I certainly don't believe in gods; I think it's better if such things don't exist, whether they're real or not. But in this respect, how could I possibly compare to Professor Medan?"

The manager gave an awkward, wry smile.

"Mr. Hayden, you clearly know my background perfectly well. There's no need to pry into my mind like this. Just ask me directly, and I'll answer honestly."

"Okay, then I'll just ask directly." The employer didn't stand on ceremony and said directly.

"Although it was just out of curiosity, when my old classmate Professor Medan mentioned the Arceus Society in the mansion,

How are you feeling?

"I don't feel anything. If you know my past, you can understand. I have no attachment to that place."

"Really? Then the second question is the one I'm most curious about."

Director Hayden then asked—

"As the saying goes, 'once bitten, twice shy,' having suffered a great loss in this informal interrogation, I really want to know—how exactly did you manage to successfully conceal your true identity from Officer Jenny?"

"Is that the intelligence investigator who's been relentlessly pursuing the master?"

Manager Aying was not surprised by the term "true identity," and simply recalled it calmly.

"When you and Professor Mei Dan were chatting in the curator's office, she asked me a question. At the time, I felt that hiding it from them might cause some trouble, so I proactively explained to her the process of building this Forest Mansion. She seemed very satisfied with this proactive honesty, and in addition, those people were later distracted by the chaos in the curator's office, so they didn't pursue the matter any further. Is this explanation acceptable to you?"

"Hmm—you started spreading secondary information just based on a fleeting sense of crisis in order to protect yourself? While I want to say that this approach is too conservative, I really don't have the right to criticize you after being completely defeated by the opposite action."

Hayden rhythmically shook his gray-haired head, his knuckles striking the rounded end of his cane.

"You're incredibly lucky as always. This time alone, your self-preservation tactics have been a resounding success. After all, even that Officer Jenny's family intelligence agent didn't suspect your strange name at all—Ah Ying."

"Speaking of which, I just remembered." The butler-in-waiting, whose name was called, scratched his head.

"When introducing myself, to avoid trouble, I told them that my current job is related to security, so it was inconvenient for me to reveal my real name. That way, I could get away with using a pseudonym or nickname instead of a name that would have sounded strange."

"Heh, a pseudonym and a real name, huh? That's really interesting—"

Perhaps he was thinking about his old classmate's experiment again, because Hayden was laughing so hard he was doubled over, showing absolutely no airs of a business tycoon.

"Medan probably never imagined that the organization he desperately used as a shield—the Society of Arceus, that illegitimate cult that had already fallen apart—was actually right under his nose. Just as he was spouting nonsense, the cult's designated next successor silently stood beside him. It's a shame we were still so arrogantly fantasizing about replacing the gods."

The lawless entrepreneur pressed his forehead and burst into unrestrained laughter. It was unclear whether he was mocking his companion's ignorance or ridiculing his own foolishness—"While he was staring at the electronic screen, diligently calculating Arceus's true name, the shadow of Arceus had already quietly enveloped him. How ironic, how utterly ironic—"

"I think this is just your far-fetched interpretation, Mr. Hayden."

The manager earnestly reminded his employer, trying to calm him down—"That Arceus Society you mentioned isn't even a proper religious organization; at best, it's just a fraud ring created by some man to swindle money and women. And my name wasn't actually given that way for any ritualistic reason—"

"Oh? Isn't it because he's the successor of the so-called 'Messenger of Arceus' that he's specifically named 'Projection of Arceus'?"

Hayden looked surprised.

"No, although I was indeed groomed by that man to be his next successor and was carefully taught his methods of gathering followers and manipulating faith, the name A-Ying was not given by him. It was my mother, who was blinded by the cult and thus developed a fanatical faith, who came up with it. So, rather than saying that it contains the will of God, it is more accurate to say that it embodies the ignorant dreams of a poor woman."

With a blank expression, Ah Ying revealed the heartbreaking truth upon reflection: a deceitful father and a fanatical mother—it's perhaps inevitable that a child born into such a family would have no reverence for the divine.

"Dream One—"

Perhaps because the topic had become heavy, the director remained silent for a long time.

Only after the Steel Raven on the roof of the car flapped its steel wings a few more times did Hayden speak again, "Judging from the fact that you still keep this strange name, you must have had deep feelings for this mother. And even with such a heavy dream entrusted to you, you still chose to run away from the society and leave home at that time. I suppose you were also suffering from a great deal of guilt back then."

"Back then, we were truly grateful to Hayden Pharmaceuticals and you, sir, for taking us in."

Ah Ying straightened her back in her seat and said.

"Not only that, you didn't care about my past at all, and made me, a person of unknown origin, your personal assistant in charge of your personal security. Later, you even went against the opinions of others and appointed me to take full charge of the reconstruction of the Mori Mansion."

"You don't need to be so grateful to me. Shortly after you officially became my assistant, that illegal society was dismantled and banned by the Sinnoh League, right? Even if you want to get involved with them now, you can only do so by submitting a visitation application to the prison. You have achieved your current position entirely because of your own abilities."

Hayden once again lifted his leg and cast his gaze upon the vast, clear sky ahead.

"Of course, the reason I trusted you so much when you first joined was simply because I did my due diligence beforehand. You might not have noticed at the time, but before promoting you to my assistant, I commissioned a very reputable private investigator to check the backgrounds of all the candidates—although I didn't meet the investigator who completed the commission so quickly, I was quite surprised when I opened your background report in my office. At the same time, I immediately knew that you were the one for my next assistant."

"I see. Having a certain amount of leverage over subordinates can actually be beneficial in controlling their loyalty."

"Hmph, you can be quite outspoken sometimes. This kind of measured probing is actually quite to my liking, an old man like me."

Hayden didn't refute, continuing frankly, "The reason I appointed you to rebuild the Forest Mansion is precisely because I saw that investigation report. The Arceus Society was able to gather so many followers because it cloaked itself in a flawless mythological guise, wasn't it? Having grown up in that environment, you should at least have a considerable understanding of the architectural structures and heraldic patterns of that kind of mysticism—it is for this reason that I ultimately decided to have you oversee the reconstruction of the Forest Mansion."

At this point, the entrepreneur couldn't help but sigh deeply—"Sigh, to be honest, choosing this mansion was a terrible decision. After this earthquake, we're sure to find no sucker willing to take over this piece of land without proper ownership. Even the finished bionic robot was completely destroyed in the accident, and restoring it to its original condition will be a huge expense, no less than repairing the mansion itself. We even have to spend money to rebuild the lightning-attracting device for the Forest Mansion to sustain the Rotom community living in the Hundred Generations Forest. Really, it's been a huge loss—"

"The Forest Mansion incident will probably end up in the headlines like 'Sinnoh Champion Discovers New Form of Pokémon Sealed for a Hundred Years,' right? I think the publicity from helping discover the new form of Pokémon will more than offset the losses for Hayden Pharmaceuticals. If the company uses the heads from Electrode and Crescent Wing to develop related healthcare products, they can even turn a profit."

Ah Ying cautiously expressed her thoughts.

"No, no, no, no," sighed the director of Hayden Pharmaceuticals, shaking his index finger.

"Of course we will do these profitable businesses, but that doesn't change the fact that we lost a lot of money because of Mori no Yamanaka. No matter when, where, under any circumstances, no matter how much the loss is or whether there is compensation, losses are always painful—a person who cannot feel this pain can never become a good businessman."

Despite the typical miserly tone, Ah Ying maintained a calm expression, pretending not to hear anything and ignoring her employer's business acumen.

"You don't need to pretend you didn't hear anything while thinking to yourself, 'What a typical miser,' to avoid my attention. In fact, I'm saying this to you."

Mr. Hayden's voice drifted to my ears on the wind.

"After completing the repair work on the android, I will officially end the android project scam."

His tone was full of regret and emotion: "I will unfreeze the development progress that has been delayed for two years, synchronize all the achievements of the android project with our Galar allies, and announce the success of the android research and development plan."

"Of course, I also know that this will mean that once Hayden Pharmaceuticals announces the completion of this work, it will be immediately kicked out by those exploitative speculators. They will find a research institute with a greater advantage in the field of consciousness uploading to continue their grand project of creating 'immortal humans'."

"Next, my company will be silenced and suppressed by the latter. I understand their thoughts perfectly well: 'No monopoly, no life.' They would never be happy to see a company with the same technology as them maintain the scale of independently producing androids in the long term."

"Soon, those usually subservient distributors on the board will reveal their profit-driven faces, and their meddling in the company's operations will shift from the previously harmonious and mutually beneficial cooperation to a predatory and ruthless pursuit of every last penny. The company's businesses in the Galar region will also face both overt and covert exclusion and attacks."

Ah Ying did not question his employer's assessment of the future crisis. As his driver and bodyguard, he naturally accompanied Hayden to one business negotiation after another. Even if he couldn't see the tension between the companies at the negotiating table, he could get a glimpse of it from Hayden's complaints after the meetings.

He calmly asked, "Given the dire situation, why did you choose to publicly disclose the development progress, sir? Given the current circumstances, wouldn't maintaining that tacit understanding of keeping it a secret be more beneficial for the company?"

Even if it's delayed until the very end when the plan is exposed, it shouldn't be worse than the situation Hayden described, right?

"That won't do. Through the Mori Mansion incident, I learned a lesson—no matter how ingenious a deception is, it can't work perfectly forever. Besides, if we don't give up some small gains, we won't be able to lower our guard."

While expressing views that were completely contrary to his previous stance, Director Hayden revealed a sly smile reminiscent of Martha.

"While revealing the true progress of the android project to our allies, I will secretly take Medan and a group of core technical personnel to a region beyond the reach of that 'club' to establish a new company—and use that company's name to preemptively register all patents related to androids. The Galar conglomerates will have only just acquired the relevant technology at that time, and they certainly can't be faster than us—and then, here's where things get interesting. Ah Ying seems to see a dark aura emanating from Hayden, like that of an illegitimate religious leader; it's a greed and desire so vast it's almost tangible."

"I can use Hayden Pharmaceuticals' assets to acquire a small local publicly traded company, gain full control of its shares, and then..."

By merging the new company with the android patent with that listed company, we can completely circumvent the restrictive treaties related to Hayden Pharmaceuticals. We can also achieve two goals at once: a backdoor listing, allowing the first truly android company in human history to officially appear on the stock market of that region! Heh heh heh, when that time comes, we can, together with our new allies who have re-established cooperation through the stock market, turn around and impose monopolies and suppression on the Galilean conglomerates, finally settling this score.

"—Mr. Hayden, you really do seem like a sea cucumber who's good at taking others down with him."

In front of the eloquent employer, Ah Ying suddenly said something out of the blue, which made Hayden laugh again.

"Yes, yes! Rather than cutting off the tail to survive, mutual destruction is more my style. Business is all about mutual exploitation."

If one does not tear flesh and blood from others, one will perish in endless greed, like a serpent that eats its own tail.

So that's why.

Looking into his subordinate's eyes, the entrepreneur said, "I need someone to act as my agent at the board meetings of Hayden Pharmaceuticals in the Sinnoh region. This person needs to have a keen sense of crisis, to protect Hayden Pharmaceuticals' assets to the greatest extent possible in the brutal business world beset by internal and external troubles; to be fearless in the face of mysterious enemies like the masterminds behind the scenes, and to ensure that they never fall into a situation of being manipulated; and to have a little experience and skill in deception to cover up my actions in other regions."

"I carefully reviewed my business partners and friends, only to find that they were either not smart enough to take on this responsibility, or they would run away with the money the day after they gained power. So now, I only have one option left."

Hayden continued to stare intently at his personal assistant, the bodyguard and driver who had served him for many years and accompanied him to countless business meetings.

Aying was not too shaken.

He had already sensed Hayden's intentions from the previous hints. Since he hadn't reacted then, it would be too pretentious to feign surprise now.

"Judging from your tone, Mr. Hayden, it seems that the master's shareholding in Hayden Pharmaceuticals is not limited to the current percentage."

"Not much," Hayden said. "Only fifty-one percent."

He added, "The current chairman has some secrets about me, and there are also some routine operations like cross-shareholdings, which could bring the figure to this level. Unfortunately, the dealer alliance has too many informants, and without arousing suspicion, this is the most I can do."

Fifty-one percent sounds easy, but in reality, it represents almost all the wealth Mr. Hayden has accumulated since he started his medical device company from scratch.

And now, he's going to entrust everything to an insignificant assistant, the son of an illegal religious leader.

Even if this is just a temporary expedient, it still represents a trust that is even heavier than Tianguan Mountain.

Ah Ying took a deep breath and uttered his last words before accepting the appointment.

He pointed out the window. "I think I see Officer Jenny riding a Starhawk, delivering Whimsical Mine in the distance. Let's drag her, from the intelligence agency, into this too."

"Hahaha! I knew I hadn't chosen the wrong person!"

The old man's cheerful laughter immediately filled the entire carriage.

"However, let's wait until we land before going to find her. After all, it would be bad if that Electric-type self-destructing Pokémon woke up in the sky."

Just as Director Hayden, a hundred meters above the ground, made the most important gamble of his life, he asked, "Pokekiss, can we be sure there's no one else around the forest?"

Watching the blessed Pokémon swirling down from the sky, Cynthia Champion stood up from the roof of the Forest Mansion.

Before that, she had been sitting in the huge shadow of the mansion's spire, silently watching the gradually brightening sunrise.

"Haneichi—"

The white Tokiss landed gracefully, letting out a cry of approval.

The champion patted Togekiss's head feathers, then looked to the other side and asked, "Lucario, can you still feel that aura?"

The silent steel warrior remained silent, his eyes still closed, his brows deeply furrowed.

His hands, covered in bone spurs, were held firmly in the air, as if unwilling to miss any tremor in the air.

The champion of Shenbing showed a thoughtful expression. "Ever since that warning before leaving the mansion, I've been able to sense hostility in the vicinity, but I haven't been able to pinpoint its direction. Fortunately, this at least means that the threat isn't aimed at Officer Jenny or Medans."

She looked around again, gazing at the silent tree trunks.

Waiting like this isn't a solution.

Are we really going to wait until our own elves are exhausted before the enemy, who has been recuperating, suddenly appears?

It seems that we have no other choice but to use that method.

Hopefully, Mei Danshang, who is sitting in the swing basket of the ball, will not accuse her of plagiarism. So, the champion of Bamboo Orchid stood upright on the roof, facing the blue sky of the rising sun, her golden hair was blown by the gentle morning breeze, and the water droplet pendant in front of her shimmered in the sunlight.

She cleared her throat and, as if reciting a prayer, spoke the following words to the endless forest—

"The reason why the Hundred Generations Forest can nurture such a thriving Hundred-Mile Tree in the harsh and cold Shenbing region is twofold. First, its geographical location near the western region of the Rift Ocean not only provides the area with ample moisture but also balances the overall temperature, preventing the summers from being dry and the winters from being too cold. Second, the elevated terrain of the Heavenly Crown Rift causes the moisture in these Rift winds to turn into rain, falling to the earth and nurturing the green plants above the trees and a wide variety of wild Pokémon."

"Forests grow, and all things are covered in frost. It is because of this that we have the cycle of growth and decay in the four seasons. It is precisely because of the lush ecological community in the Baidai Forest area that this region has become the place with the most distinct seasonal divisions in the entire Shenzhou.

"In the sweltering summer, the intense heat and torrential downpours intertwine, the rivers flowing from the snow bring even more water, trees grow luxuriantly, and flowers bloom in profusion. During this time, migrating gulls fly alongside the forest elves, grasses and newly sprouted thorny insects climb the branches, buds and fanged cicadas smile in the grass, cats and lemurs call for lightning in the downpours, and cherry blossoms bloom brilliantly under the blazing sun. This is a season of vigorous growth for all things."

"When autumn arrives, due to the absorption of heat by the celestial bodies and the natural blocking of low-pressure air masses, this area becomes the region in the entire Shenbing that enters winter the latest—making the autumn in the Hundred Generations Forest exceptionally long. Every autumn, the treetops are dyed golden, and a refreshing autumn wind sweeps through the forest, followed by a golden downpour. Shieldcoves and Carapaces evolve in large numbers during this season, forming magnificent brocades that dance in the air. Among the layers of treetops below, the Wizard sings loudly, the Monster enjoys the dry environment, and Snorlax gathers ripe fallen berries. The pits left over from the berries are hoarded by Pachirisu as an emergency reserve for the winter—this is the harvest season, yet also a busy one."

"As winter descends, the snow that was once a common sight in the Divine Realm finally began to slowly accumulate on the treetops of the hardy plants in the Eternal Forest. Temperatures dropped below freezing, and the turbulent currents of the original forest were gradually blocked by ice. During this time, Bug and Grass-type Pokémon would huddle underground and into tree hollows, the only exception being the Grass Lady of the forest, who would wrap themselves in even thicker coats to keep warm. At this time, Pokémon migrating from the Snowy Realm became frequent visitors to this forest. Pigeons dug into the soil, searching for sweet and delicious mushrooms, while Snowcap curiously followed the tracks of various creatures in the snow. Due to food shortages, Zubat and Murkrow became more active, and the Sura from the Snowy Realm became the most vicious thieves in the darkness. The Noctowl and Staraptor groups had to unite, taking turns day and night to protect each other's unhatched eggs. This was undoubtedly a season of tranquility yet fraught with danger."

As Zhu Lan spoke, the surrounding air gradually became quiet and still.

Lucario stopped searching for the waveguide, opened its eyes, and turned its gaze to a certain object in the porcelain sky.

The champion of the Shenbing region continued to sing his prayers: "At this moment, summer has become the past, the traces of autumn have disappeared, and the footsteps of winter are gradually fading away."

I have heard it all. I heard the sound of the last snowflake melting, the clear sound of the river flowing again, the rustling of the elves emerging from the tree hollows, the reluctant footsteps of the Snow Hat Monster returning to the Snowy Pavilion, the sound of the Grass-Binding Lady shedding her thin outer garment, the sound of branches sprouting and new trees growing, the sound of water vapor gathering and turning into a thin mist, and the sound of you, from afar, crossing the ocean to reach Shenbing.

For some reason, a pink mist gradually enveloped the area around the Forest Mansion. Togekiss nervously raised its head feathers, wary of any enemies that might appear.

However, the Pokémon that arrives with the changing seasons has yet to reveal its true form.

"That's understandable; after all, spring always arrives late."

Zhu Lan took down the ancient documents she kept at her waist and slowly turned to a certain page of the poetry collection—

"God of the fields, God of spring."

"Flying across the verdant sky, carrying the new buds of life."

"I ask the God of Spring, from whom do you work?"

"The god of spring is silent, only knowing that once the cold winter is gone, spring will naturally arrive."

As the Sinnoh champion chanted, a cloud in the sky gradually began to stir.

Zhu Lan, fearless, continued, raising her voice, "Beloved Spring God, stern Spring God! It is said that old kang beds that have survived the cold winter often crumble in pieces when the spring breeze blows, and snakes and insects in the burrows are awakened from their dreams by the fierce spring thunder. You must be very angry now, right?"

"You, who should fairly protect every life, actually witnessed, in the place you considered your home, the absurd and tyrannical act of forcibly freezing a life for a hundred years, ignoring its will; witnessed the madman who presumptuously used created life to shamelessly replace the gods; witnessed the pathetic spirit who did not cherish its body at all and dismantled itself again and again."

"But despite your immense anger, you are also incredibly sensible and possess extraordinary wisdom. You know that this anger shouldn't be vented on anyone, which is why you're restrainedly guarding the skies above this mansion. You probably intend to use the destruction of this deserted mansion as the price for your anger, right?"

The clouds in the sky parted and came together, gradually coalescing into the shape of a certain creature.

"So I said enough, that's enough, you don't need to endure any longer. Here and now, I, Ling, will become your opponent, your boundless, raging fury! As Pokémon Trainers and legendary Pokémon, let's settle this once and for all!"

Closing the book, Cynthia's gaze sharpened as she fixed her gaze on her opponent. Her lips moved, uttering the true name of the deity before her, a name passed down through the ages—"Ling, battle! The Pokémon of love and hate, renowned on par with Thundurus, Cyclops, and Landorus on the ancient, verdant land—Lovecloud!"

In mythology, even if it is not the unique true name of the deity, the correct name passed down from ancient times still has irreplaceable value in rituals.

At this moment, in the pink-tinged sky, the stars did not close their eyes. Instead, a pair of enormous, bright yellow vertical pupils appeared in the sky!

call!

A powerful gust of wind suddenly arose.

In an instant, the cloud-covered banner flipped upside down.

The boundless spring light converged into a pink storm, and the life energy representing the fairy attribute surged like waves. Faintly, one could even hear the rumble of spring thunder.

"Heh, Flying and Fairy type, huh. Looks like this is a battle where Garchomp will have a hard time making use of itself."

Amidst the champion's light laughter and his five partners entering battle mode, a legendary Pokémon, entirely pink and resembling a woman, appeared in the champion's field of vision, riding on pure white clouds.

No one witnessed the duel between the champion of Shinkai and the god of spring. Only a certain red portrait in the Forest Mansion silently turned into a blank sheet of paper after the battle, as if the ghost of the original portrait that was placed in it had left.

On this day, the tree trunk of Baidai Forest Deep Works was broken in half by a huge impact.

That month, the forest surrounding the Mori Mansion grew at a sudden and rapid pace, effectively sealing off the entire mansion like a cage. This incident caused considerable trouble for Bingdeng Pharmaceutical's repair work.

That year, spring arrived a week earlier than usual in the Sinnoh region, leaving countless climatologists baffled.