Chapter 134 Brothers' Dance Party Well then, let's start with the older brother.

The next day.

Yan Xi opened his eyes, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead, the image of that woman still lingering before his eyes.

It wasn't all a dream.

It should be memory.

The scene from my memory reappeared in my dream.

I've been having a lot of dreams lately, and when I wake up, I feel like I'm still hungover.

He wasn't like this before.

He had indeed been to that dilapidated factory; the bloodstains and oily black liquid were indeed there.

But women...

He frowned, trying to search his memory, but it was like looking through a thick fog.

I think I've seen that woman before, but I can't remember which one.

Vague and indistinct, hazy and indistinct.

This was the first time, however, that the woman's features became increasingly clear, especially her eyes, which shone like jewels.

It turns out that the woman's appearance was just a shadow.

He didn't know her name or who she was, but she seemed to flash through the cracks of his life from time to time. On a street corner, in the mirror of a bar, or in the corner of his eye without him even noticing.

Familiar, yet completely unfamiliar.

Who is it?

Why do I keep thinking about her?

I feel like I've been poisoned.

A strange sense of unease welled up in Yan Xi's heart.

The sky was already turning white.

I drank a glass of ice water.

Yan Xi drew a picture of the woman from last night.

This notebook already contains far too many similar photos.

This time, however, the replenishment was finally completed.

The sound of a key being inserted came from the doorway, and his younger brother, Yan Jue, pushed the door open and entered.

The expensive suit was wrinkled and disheveled, the collar slightly open, and the smell of alcohol and perfume wafted over.

Yan Xi frowned, his eyes revealing obvious disgust.

She didn't like this decadent, extravagant atmosphere.

Yan Jue's steps were unsteady, but his laughter was light, as if he had just experienced a night of revelry. He casually tossed his coat onto the sofa, his eyes carrying his usual nonchalant air: "Hey, you seem to be in a good mood today."

Yan Xi ignored him, only lowering his eyes, his fingers gently stroking the water glass on the table, his thoughts still lingering on the woman's eyes.

Yan Jue snorted, unbuttoned his cuffs, and said casually yet with a hint of interest, "There's a dance tonight, want to come along?"

"...I'm not going." Yan Xi raised his eyes, his voice indifferent, the shadow in his eyes still lingering.

Yan Jue wasn't surprised. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, then casually sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs: "Don't you want to meet the woman I've been pursuing lately?"

"not see."

Two words: crisp and efficient.

Yan Jue chuckled and raised a hand to press his temples: "How boring, brother. The dance party is in the forest, the camp where the murder happened before. Are you really not interested?"

Murder case.

Yan Jue knew how to manipulate him.

Yan Xi's originally indifferent expression shifted slightly upon hearing "forest" and "camp," and he finally raised his eyes: "Time."

"Eight o'clock, see you there, bro."

***

The forest was damp under the cover of night, and the grass was covered in moisture.

The campfire illuminated half the forest, like a beating heart in the darkness.

However, the presence of red flames at the site of a murder case always seems somewhat eerie.

It was like a witches' gathering.

Yan Xi parted the branches and leaves and saw Yan Jue standing in the center of the crowd.

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass with one hand, while his other hand was casually tucked into his tactical trouser pocket.

His upper body was bare, his skin a healthy tan, his collarbones prominent, and his muscles clean and defined, exuding a wild and untamed beauty. His face was deep-set, with high brow bones, and his dark hair gave him an exotic, mixed-race look—no wonder he could captivate so many people.

Like the brightest star in the night.

However, with this outfit—tactical camouflage pants, military boots, and that nonchalant smile—he looked exactly like a cosplayer who had stepped off a stage.

Yan Xi paused, his eyes turning completely cold.

He realized he had been scammed.

This wasn't a "dance party" at all; Yan Jue simply wanted to trick him into coming out to prank him.

Yan Xi found a place to sit down and leaned against a half-dead tree stump.

The noise, ambiguity, smell of alcohol, and laughter surged like a tide.

boring.

Boring.

He could actually leave right now.

However, the air near the lake was quite pleasant.

He planned to stay for a while, fifteen minutes, and then leave the noisy place.

The lake shimmered with a deep blue light in the night, as if someone had reflected a galaxy within it. Looking slowly along the shore into the distance, a figure flashed by at the edge of that play of light and shadow.

A woman.

The black skirt swayed with her steps, accentuating her slender and elegant figure, her black hair cascading over her shoulders. Yan

His breath hitched slightly, and almost at the same time, he thought he had entered a dream again.

Tsk.

The woman he's been dreaming about frequently lately.

His silhouette was like an invisible hook, drawing Yan Xi out of his silence. He unconsciously stood up, his footsteps slowly entering the gap between light and shadow.

He wanted to go and see who it was.

His usual rationality and composure seemed to have been torn apart, pulled by some irresistible force. He didn't even think about why he had this absurd sense of familiarity.

They were seduced, bewitched, and bewitched.

One step, then another.

Entering the abyss.

In the firelight, the woman turned halfway around. The curve of her eyes was beautiful, and her scent wasn't perfume, but it was pleasant, like a mixture of delicious berries and flowers. Her long black dress complemented her skin tone, and her waist was so slender it seemed as if it could be broken with a single grasp.

Eye.

Yes, her eyes were as bright as a light suddenly shining in the dark night, exactly the same as in his dream.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch the woman's shoulder.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from the side and wrapped around her completely.

Her figure was completely obscured by the interplay of light and shadow. Yan Xi's pupils suddenly contracted, and an indescribable chill and unfamiliar anger welled up in his heart.

As the firelight flickered, Yan Xi's gaze fell upon it.

My own younger brother.

Yan Xi's breath hitched for a moment, and her displeasure was written all over her face.

Yan Jue laughed wildly and unrestrainedly, his eyes slightly upturned, his mixed-race face dazzling in the lamplight and the smell of alcohol. He was shirtless, with alcohol on his lips, like a beast that had hunted a beauty in the night.

And that woman nestled quietly in his arms.

Yan Xi felt as cold as if he were immersed in ice water, yet as hot as if he were being licked by flames.

He stood there, his fingertips slightly curled up, almost digging into his palm.

A strange, suffocating feeling welled up in my chest.

Yan Jue shifted his gaze from the person in his arms to Yan Xi. He found his brother acting strangely, showing such impatience. Although his brother always looked down on him, shouldn't he at least give him some face?

“Brother,” Yan Jue raised his wine glass, his voice slightly languid and unrestrained with the effects of alcohol, “Let me introduce you. This is the girl I like, her name is Sang Li.”

Upon hearing this, Sang Li seemed a little embarrassed and gave a faint smile.

“You should have met her.” Yan Jue swirled the wine in her glass, her tone light and deliberately lowered, as if speaking only to Yan Xi. “Remember at the ball last time? She was wearing a red dress.”

Sang Li nodded in agreement, as if to confirm his words: "I have seen it before."

Yan Xi's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

prom?

He had no memory of such a scene.

If it really exists, he will definitely remember it.

It felt like a hand was pressing down on my chest, making it feel tight and suffocating.

But he didn't want to think about whether Yan Jue was telling the truth or not.

Sang Li observed Yan Xi.

I let out a long sigh of relief.

They've taken the bait.

It was worth it to let Fei Ling choose so many memories.

In fact, Yan Xi was not dreaming.

However, what I saw was the memory greenhouse, which had been modified by Sang Li.

Sang Li conflated memories and dreams, which allowed her to smoothly integrate into the world of the two brothers.

She only needs to do one thing.

kiss.

With his younger brother, and with his older brother.

Although the BEAM file states that a person is marked only if they bite, after what happened with Bai Heng that day, she discovered that kissing can also control the other person. Besides, it seems the other person is already attracted to her now—isn't that great? Step by step, the plan is on track.

By controlling BEAM-777, we control the two anomalies in the final stage of the plan—perfect.

Bai Heng, Lu Jin, and Chi Du will not be in danger in the future.

I will finish the battle before Lu Jin and Chi Du return.

Although, because of this operation, Fei Ling often complained about herself, trying to get benefits from her.

only.

Sang Li was not happy. She had originally wanted to get to know Yan Jue at this ball, but why was Yan Xi here too?

This is a slight deviation; we can't let the two brothers become enemies, can we?

Forget it, let's clear ourselves of any wrongdoing for now.

Otherwise, you'll definitely suffer the consequences.

Sang Li pushed away Yan Jue's embrace, a smile playing on her lips, her voice cool: "Stop hugging me, I'm not drunk. There are so many beautiful women here, you might not even be interested in me."

She raised her hand to cover her nose, half-jokingly complaining, "I just want some fresh air. You smell too strongly of alcohol."

Yan Jue was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and gave a gentlemanly bow in a nonchalant manner: "I'm sorry, I had too much to drink. I apologize for the offense."

"Hmm, that's more like it." Sang Li raised an eyebrow, shook off his hand, and took a few steps away.

His expression was just right, neither ambiguous nor distant.

“I want to see the night view.” Sang Li turned her head, her eyes calm, as if she were saying it casually, “Alone.”

Yan Jue stared at her, the smile on his lips still lingering, now tinged with something intriguing. He took a half step back, his tone still impeccably gentlemanly: "Of course, I respect the lady's wishes."

Just then, someone shouted from not far away, "Jue, come quick! We're short one person, we're gambling!"

Yan Jue smiled and responded, raised his wine glass, made a harmless gesture to Sang Li, then turned and strode away, his figure blending into the noise and firelight.

Amidst the bustling crowd, only two figures remained, left alone on the lakeside.

Yan Xi stood there, his eyes deep, as if gazing at the night, but his peripheral vision subtly fell upon her.

Sang Li also turned her head, her eyes bright in the lamplight, a half-smile playing on her lips.

Then, let's go with the older brother first.

The water rippled outwards, reflecting the flickering flames, like countless shattered stars.

She deliberately turned her back to Yan Xi, tilting her head slightly, her hair falling down to reveal a section of snow-white skin on the side of her neck. The posture seemed unintentional and harmless, but Sang Li was no pushover; it was only an appearance.

He will come.

He couldn't control himself and would cling to her.

If only he got a little closer, if only she could touch him.

A light touch is enough.