Chapter 94 Cheesy "Interrupting someone's kiss is very impolite..."

No memory?

“Then how can I prove you’re lying?” Sang Li asked.

Fei Ling: "How about we check how well our bodies match?"

Sang Li: ...

No way.

Why does everyone seem so familiar with my sixth sense cognition method?

Does it mean that humans and anomalous beings are essentially animals?

Do animals judge each other based on smell and closeness?

Of course, the following words were added by myself.

Sang Li said sternly, "This is harassment!"

Fei Ling: ?

Look at what you're saying!

Sang Li felt guilty.

Fei Ling: "You know you'll feel guilty, huh?"

Sang Li looks completely different now than before, so cute.

Previously, I would only give a cold snort.

Fei Ling waved her hand: "Yes, yes, but I have to complete my own mission, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to you."

Sang Li looked at him and said calmly, "I'm going to see Lu Jin."

Fei Ling scoffed: "You want to see the man you slept with after such a short time? See, of course you know your every move."

However, his words sounded like he didn't take Lu Jin seriously.

When Chi Du first met Lu Jin, he didn't think Lu Jin was a threat.

Even though Sang Li and he spend 24 hours a day together.

But it's like your sweetheart got a really cute pet; the queen won't compete with the pet for position.

Lu Jin, is it really that bad?

Sang Li: "..."

Fei Ling said lightly, "He has things he needs to see, and of course, these are also things you want him to see."

Sang Li asked, "What secrets does he hold?"

Fei Ling: "Don't you know? You've seen that file, the one marked COLON."

Sang Li suddenly remembered the dream she had in Lu Jin's car on the way back from the resort.

"He's not exactly human either," Fei Ling chuckled. "But that's not important right now. Whether he's human or not makes no difference to him. He's just like you, created. It's just that you're an anomaly. Wait, why aren't we 'normal people,' while humans are 'mentally challenged'?"

Sang Li wanted to say, "What, are you planning a revolution?"

Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?

But I swallowed those words back.

Fei Ling placed the file in her hand on the stone table in front of her, the heavy pages falling to the ground.

“You should look at yourself,” Fei Ling said slowly. “You have the right to know.”

Sang Li glanced down at the file; it had a black cover and a clear serial number.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she turned to the first page.

Wow, it's so thick.

Many nouns.

Many experiments that I don't understand.

She was numbered, renamed, and deregistered several times, and almost "erased" from the archives, but each time she was "interrupted in the observation of special potential" and "in a near-death state," and finally "returned with normal vital signs" and was renumbered and returned.

Sang Li looked at the pages one by one, turning each page one by one.

She looked up, her voice a little hoarse: "So, from the very beginning, I wasn't a normal person, or to be precise, I wasn't even human. I was adopted, and my parents were members of the Bureau."

"certainly."

"So, I was already in this place before I met Lu Jin?" My throat and mind were a little muddled.

But she's not stupid.

Many things have clues.

Fei Ling looked into her eyes and nodded: "This isn't the first time you and he have met."

Sang Li: "Okay."

Fei Ling tapped the table: "So you've just accepted your fate?"

Sang Li turned to look at the small mound that Xiao Sang Li had dug for Chi Du, her expression complicated: "So, the memories you showed me were all part of a plan I arranged for you before I lost my memory?"

Fei Ling: "Of course, these were all carefully selected by you. This is a task that only I can complete."

Sang Li: "So, what kind of person am I without amnesia?"

Fei Ling looked at her, and a faint smile slowly curved her lips.

For a moment, it seemed as if he was bathed in the golden sunset, yet his eyes were like stars in the night sky.

Distant, dark, yet imbued with a touch of devout heat.

He whispered, "It is the God I have loved for all my lifetimes."

Sang Li clicked her tongue, feeling a chill run down her spine: "So cheesy, do you have to be?"

Fei Ling's eyes flickered with emotion: "Don't you like it? I was the first person I met, and I will always protect you."

Sang Li didn't speak for a long time, then said, "But I'm only in my twenties. You wouldn't be looking back on your white moonlight through my eyes, would you?"

For example, the Daytime Witch?

Fei Ling lowered her eyes: "No, you are you. Did Chi Du talk badly about me to you again?"

Sang Li: "Looks like I guessed right?"

"No!" Fei Ling said somewhat impatiently, "I won't use anyone as a substitute!"

As soon as the words fell, the world seemed to be touched by some deeper force. The wind suddenly changed direction, petals fell and swirled in the air, and the scene changed accordingly.

The garden before her eyes shattered like a mirror, and Sang Li felt as if she were being pulled by an invisible hand, falling into the deep sea of ​​another memory.

Her gaze refocused, and she saw it.

It is an ancient temple ruin, resembling a lost paradise from Greek mythology. Milky white stone pillars stand tall, long vines meander, and the wind blows through the roofless dome.

The roof was covered with roses.

In the center of the temple, behind the gauze curtain, was her.

She is another "her," more mature, quieter, with a compassion and weariness in her eyes that transcends the mundane world.

And in front of her was Fei Ling.

But it's not the Fei Ling of today.

Sang Li looked at the two figures.

They drew near and gazed at each other.

The next second, they embraced and kissed.

They were deeply in love, reluctant to part.

It's as if we've come from the end of time, finally meeting in an instant.

“These are my memories,” Fei Ling’s voice rang in her ears.

It wasn't the present Fei Ling, but the Fei Ling of the distant past in that scene, murmuring softly.

Fei Ling looked at the figure who had kissed her in the temple and whispered, "You were once the flame above all the gods. I was willing to walk from darkness to light just to see you once."

Sang Li stared blankly at the scene, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of her skirt.

Fei Ling turned around and looked at her.

"From darkness to light? You don't sound like a good person." Sang Li frowned.

“Of course not, my hands are stained with blood,” Fei Ling said.

Sang Li wanted to say something more, but suddenly froze.

Fei Ling's eyes were no longer filled with frivolity and teasing, but with a calmness refined by time.

He slowly approached, and before Sang Li could react, he gently cupped her face in his hands.

His palms were warm, and his fingertips touched the slightly trembling strands of hair behind her ear.

Fei Ling lowered her eyelashes, her gaze meeting hers.

"You keep asking me what kind of person you were in the past," he said softly, his voice so gentle it seemed to envelop her completely, "but what I care about more is whether you're still willing to look back at me now. There are just too many people around you. I don't like Chi Du, I don't like Lu Jin, I don't like Slo, I don't like Amber..."

He knew all of these people.

Fei Ling tilted her head slightly, and she could feel his breath brushing past the tip of her nose, carrying a familiar scent, much like the heavy and intense kiss taking place in the temple, and also like the shadow of him burning for her in countless fragments of memory.

She did not dodge.

Their lips drew closer and closer, so close that she could almost feel his body heat.

Just as their lips were about to touch.

An explosion, as if it had fallen from the sky!

With a deafening roar, the violent shockwave engulfed the entire garden!

Roses, stone pillars, benches—the entire tranquil atmosphere was torn apart, turning into countless shattered sparks!

The sky and earth suddenly collapsed, and the surroundings were plunged into pitch blackness.

Sang Li's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively turned her head.

Amidst the firelight, a familiar figure emerged from the thick fog.

It's Lu Jin.

His gaze was as cold as ice, fixed directly between her and Fei Ling.

Sang Li was astonished.

No.

No way.

They came at just the right time.

Yes, yes, I didn't do anything, so I can't act like I was caught red-handed!

Fei Ling simply turned her head away, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

“Tsk,” he said softly, “interrupting someone’s kiss is very rude.”

Lu Jin did not respond to Fei Ling's teasing.

His eyes held not a trace of extra emotion, like a well-calibrated instrument, locking in, judging, and executing.

The next second, he grabbed Sang Li's arm.

at the same time.

The gunshot suddenly shattered the air, a flash of silver light appeared, and the bullet, like lightning, pierced the darkness, aiming straight for Fei Ling's brow!

Fei Ling's figure flickered, transforming into countless petals fluttering in the sky, rose-colored, layer upon layer.

This is how he always escapes.

Sang Li basically figured it out: Fei Ling's skills were all flashy support abilities, with absolutely no offensive capabilities. Like those young, handsome womanizers in TV dramas who have great light-footed skills but low actual combat power!

Why are you running?

Lu Jin was smiling.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened.

The seemingly ordinary bullet, upon piercing through the air, suddenly exploded, spreading out in an extremely subtle ripple. The air trembled, and the previously light and drifting petals suddenly burst into flames, curling from the edges towards the center, with tongues of fire leaping along them!

Fei Ling's angry curses came from the air.

He was no match for Lu Jin at all.

A head-on collision has a 100% failure rate.

“Improved version.” Lu Jin uttered two words coldly, his gun still raised.

At the same time, he took a step forward, his movements swift and decisive, and pulled Sang Li into his arms, his clothes flipping up to cover her still-shaken eyes.

Sang Li looked up in a daze, and in front of her was his cold jawline and the still warm pistol.

“This is not an ordinary hallucination,” he said, his voice low and calm. “We are trapped in a labyrinth of memories.”

This must be Fei Ling's ability.

Fei Ling ran away.

He was cursing and swearing.

Lu Jin's eyes were sharp: "This is a typical anomalous structure. It reconstructs space based on human emotional memories, thereby trapping individual consciousness. It should be Fei Ling's anomalous ability, a form that combines spatial folding and memory projection."

"How are we going to leave?" Sang Li looked at him. "Aren't you the best at cracking anomalous spaces?"

well.

Lu Jin's embrace was still the warmest.

She rubbed her face against it.

Lu Jin: ?

Sang Li: "It's alright, you can continue."

“We need to find the anchor point.” Lu Jin lowered his head, his black hair falling across his forehead, his voice brushing against her eardrums like the wind. “Every anomalous space has a pillar, an origin point that can support the entire structure. Find it, break it, and the space will collapse.”

“I am the anchor point.” Sang Li knew.

This is my own memory.

“It’s not you.” Lu Jin suddenly reached out and touched her forehead with his fingertips.

“Not the current you,” he said softly, “but little Sang Li, the you from when you were a child. Because you can’t remember these things you went through, right?”

"yes."

People with amnesia cannot serve as anchors for memories.

It's Xiao Sanli.

"Your current memories have been revised and filtered in many ways. This is Xiao Sangli's memory. Find her."

Lu Jin took Sang Li's hand and stepped into the ever-changing darkness.

The memory greenhouse, the memory maze—the space they stepped into resembled a vast and broken maze.

The scene was brutal and unvarnished; the walls seemed to be covered with experimental traces left by the aberrant beings.

A few indicator lights silently lit up all around, red, blue, and yellow, like the eyes of deep-sea creatures peering out.

Lu Jin led Sang Li into the experimental area.

Rows of laboratories and containment devices appeared.

And, faint, mournful cries.

He whispered, "Stay close to me. Don't look around."

They were worried that Sang Li might be upset.

The first laboratory they passed had a cold-looking glass door, and the inside was empty.

The second laboratory was filled with rows of chairs, each fitted with a headband, handcuffs, and leg irons.

The third laboratory was filled with layers upon layers of medicine.

Fourth, covered in blood.

Sang Li gazed at him calmly, as if trying to memorize everything.

Finally, they stopped.

A room gleaming with a cold metallic light suddenly appeared before our eyes.

Behind the glass wall, a rustling sound came. Sang Li's hand tightened in Lu Jin's palm.

Through the semi-transparent observation window, they saw an operating table.

The dim light was blinding, mercilessly illuminating the space.

Xiao Sangli was bound to the table, her hands and feet cuffed, her chest covered with cold electrode pads, and her skin covered with tiny needle marks and traces of drug penetration.

She didn't move, just lay there silently, like a lifeless wax figure, rather than a person.

Standing beside her were several lab technicians in white coats, busily adjusting equipment and coldly discussing "sample response" and "mental stripping threshold".

Lu Jin subconsciously turned to the side and reached out to block Sang Li's view.

"You don't need to look at this."

I can do these things myself.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Sang Li suddenly touched Lu Jin's lower back.

She raised her gun and shot it with such speed that even Lu Jin didn't have time to react.

It was his gun.

Lu Jin's spare sidearm at his waist.

Sang Li stepped to the side and raised his hand to aim without hesitation!

"Bang!!"

The glass shattered, and sparks flew everywhere.

A bullet pierced through the still air of the memory space and hit one of the experimenters squarely in the forehead!

The experimenter's body jolted violently, and he collapsed to the ground, disappearing into the vast expanse of digitized phantoms.

"Although it's useless, I'm here to send them to their deaths."

Sang Li said in a flat tone.

In the darkness, Lu Jin gazed at her for a long time.

Actually, he should have known.

Sang Li was not a soft and harmless experimental subject.

Sensitive, temperamental, and capable.

It is a spark born from the abyss, a resilient flower that emerges from death and trials.