Chapter 43

Qiao You did not kill anyone. He just ruthlessly used the power of [Extraction] to dismember the main bones of the alpha on the ground, and then used his mental power to take Lan Yexing away.

Before leaving, as if bewitched by some special feeling, Lan Yexing took away the box containing the injection.

Only after they arrived at an empty classroom in a nearby teaching building did Qiao You let go of Lan Yexing. He lowered his eyes and looked at him deeply. His big hands grasped the boy's face possessively. He smiled, his voice dangerous and hoarse: "Xiaoxing, before I lost my memory, did I know that you had so many secrets?"

Under his palm, the boy's face still showed a dazed expression, and there was a large area of confusion and emptiness in his beautiful light-colored eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red as if he was about to cry in the next moment.

The young man held the box of reagent tightly in his lowered hand, which was trembling slightly for some reason, and veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible.

Qiao You immediately realized that something was wrong with Lan Yexing. He frowned slightly and rubbed Lan Yexing's jaw with his thumb: "Xiaoxing?"

Lan Yexing came back to his senses with a slight "hiss", and stared at the young man in panic. Qiao You let go of his hand as if he was burned by that look.

Lan Yexing's expression at this moment was like a poor man who had been drowning in deep water, struggling for a long time, and finally surfaced. Heavy emotions that made his scalp tingle and were unbearable were flowing through his limbs like sharp blades. He felt cold and painful all over, and those heavy emotions that were unbearable seemed to be pulling his body again and dragging him into the abyss.

At this moment, he just wanted to breathe deeply, but before he could even breathe, he leaned over and hugged the young man tightly.

He seemed to have grabbed the only driftwood, and buried his face in the young man's arms stubbornly and fondly. His hanging hand still held the injection, and the other hand tightly grasped the young man's collar. He closed his red eyes and sniffed the pleasant lime scent on the young man, as if this was the only way to come back to life from the terrible state of drowning.

Qiao You's pupils shrank. He stretched out his big hand possessively and covered the boy's thin back, stroking the bones one by one. His touch was extremely gentle. His voice was low and strong: "Xiaoxing, tell me, what's wrong with you."

Lan Yexing's hand holding the injection trembled suddenly. He took a deep breath in the young man's arms and said in a hoarse voice: "I, I want to calm down first, is that okay?"

Qiao You's big hand covering the boy's back sank, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Lan Yexing's thoughts were in a mess, and his voice was hoarse and muffled: "I'm really fine, I just got some information from that box of injections, and I want to sort it out by myself first. When I calm down, I will come to you, okay?"

Because his condition was so wrong, Lan Yexing almost panicked and said, "You may not know, I promised you before that we would find a time to have a good chat and exchange secrets. I will never break my promise. Now, now——"

He grasped the young man's collar even harder, closed his eyes and said almost collapsed: "I just want to be alone..."

The muscles in Qiao You's arms were tense, but he was still holding him tightly, but the expression on his face was extremely terrifying, and his green eyes were filled with dangerous and strong emotions like a deep sea whirlpool - he should have grabbed his jaw hard at this time, forced him to look directly into his eyes, and then, use any means necessary to dig out and monopolize his secrets.

He should also punish Lan Yexing with a painful kiss - punish him for wanting to drive him away when he was clearly in such a bad state - he could not tolerate Lan Yexing hiding something that had such a great impact on him from him.

If the painful kiss could not make him surrender, he should continue to bite his lips, neck, and collarbone, leaving marks on his body like a landmark, using even greater pain to make him tremble and cry in his arms like a poor little animal, telling him those secrets, and then having his tears wiped away by him.

He should have done this...

The next moment, Qiao You slowly loosened his grip. He stared at Lan Yexing expressionlessly and said, "Calm down. When do you mean?"

Lan Yexing lowered his head, his eyebrows and expression hidden in his black hair, his voice was hoarse but firm: "Tomorrow, I will come to you."

He would not let his lover worry for more than a day, and no matter what, he would get himself ready by tomorrow.

Qiao You's fingers caressed the reddened corners of the boy's eyes in an ambiguous and dangerous manner. The emotions in his emerald eyes were incredibly heavy. His voice was light and sickly: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave - but the next moment Lan Yexing grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Qiao You paused, and then heard the young man with lowered eyebrows say, "Just like we agreed this morning, if you have anything, you must contact me and don't hide it from me."

A terrifying smile appeared on Qiao You's face: This is so unfair...

But he said obediently: "...Okay."

Lan Yexing still didn't let him go. He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Senior, do you miss your parents often?"

Qiao You was startled for a rare moment, and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He turned his cold gaze to the window, as if he was looking at something far away. He replied calmly and indifferently, "No."

Because, there is no need to think about it, his parents have been living clearly and vividly in his mind like cold ghosts for more than ten years.

Lan Yexing let go of his hand: "...Okay. See you tomorrow, senior."

In the end, Qiao You glanced at the boy who seemed extremely abnormal at the moment with a dangerous and extremely paranoid gaze. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, but finally turned and left.

The moment the door was closed, Lan Yexing leaned against the wall and slowly sat down on the ground, as if exhausted. He breathed heavily like a dying fish, his right hand still tightly holding the injection. The dial on his wrist lit up, and the system said worriedly: [Host...]

Lan Yexing bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to calm down. He asked in a hoarse voice, "What was that just now?"

In that office, when Qiao You took him away, he got the injection. Almost at the moment he got it, the dial lit up, and then, what were those things he saw?

System: [Last night's mission was completed, and we have accumulated 5 points. So the spiritual power we just unlocked is... [Tracing and Analysis], which means that it can trace the source of all material and non-material things and analyze them; if the object of the spiritual power is a human, it can also trace and analyze more abstract existences.]

For example, memories, feelings, and life experiences.

System: [This mental power can only be used on one target at a time. The first time it is used, it is automatically triggered by direct contact. The host just touched the injection, so it was triggered.]

Lan Yexing tightly grasped the injection in his right hand and closed his eyes in pain:

The injection called "Withdrawal Needle" by "Song Wen" came from Qiao You's father.

To be precise, it came from the body of Qiao You's father.

Because of this, he was so confused for a moment that he was unable to face the young man directly.

…

Perhaps it was because the young man had been dead for a long time, and those memories were fragmentary, chaotic and disordered, but they were thrilling enough - even though the old man had told him about Qiao You's life experience in vague terms before, it was only today that he realized so intuitively and scalp-numbingly how young Qiao You's parents were when they died.

Lan Yexing sat on the ground leaning against the wall, took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: What did he see first?

He first saw a beautiful manor in a remote but sunny location.

The manor has large lawns and dense coniferous forests, and the beautiful and magnificent castle is built in the middle of the woods.

A three-year-old blond child was tucked away there, safe and cherished.

He was well loved, wearing nice clothes carefully picked out by someone, sitting on a woolen blanket in an open space in the woods, playing with building blocks that were too complicated for adults, bored but at ease, with a cold and arrogant expression on his delicate little face.

There was a shelf on the side, with a wide variety of delicious food on it. An old man in a fancy tuxedo stood by, looking lovingly at the child who was actually very lonely.

A gust of wind blew by, and countless branches and leaves in the forest rustled and swayed. Birds chirped, making the forest seem even more lonely. The child suddenly stopped moving and looked at the old man expressionlessly. He seemed to know something in advance and said calmly, "Dad and Mom are coming."

The old man was startled. He looked straight at the child, and deep worry slowly emerged on his face. After just a moment, he looked at the child and smiled lovingly: "That's good, young master. You must miss the young lady and the others."

The child still had no expression on his face, but he said calmly: "Yeah."

Soon, a clear creaking sound was heard in the woods - it was the sound of shoes stepping on leaves.

Then, a tall, gentle, young blond man in a well-tailored suit quickly appeared behind the child.

He has a gentle temperament and handsome face. He is only about 25 or 26 years old. At this moment, he looks exhausted, as if he has been traveling for a long time. He bent over with his eyes bent and picked up the child steadily, and then lifted the child high up. His handsome and elegant face shone in the sun. His voice was also very gentle and moving, with a smile: "Xiaoyou, do you miss your parents? I'm sorry, I haven't seen you for a week."

The child corrected him in mid-air with a cold and delicate face: "It's 7 days, 13 hours and 36 minutes."

The man uttered an "ah", blinked and smiled helplessly: "Okay, it's 7 days, 13 hours and 36 minutes since I last visited Xiaoyou. Mom and Dad were wrong, okay?"

Child: "Isn't Dad an architect? Aren't architects supposed to be the most rigorous? Why can't he even remember the exact time? Can Dad really build a safe house like this?"

man:"……"

The old man stood aside, looking lovingly at the male alpha who was embarrassed and helpless because of the questioning of his own child, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

At this moment, a pair of bright and flowing golden hair flashed before his eyes. The old man was startled, and saw a tall and extremely beautiful blonde woman in a neat dress striding past him, raising her hand and grabbing the back of the child's collar - she grabbed the back of the child's collar quite casually and lifted the person from the man's arms to herself.

The man smiled helplessly and gently: "Dear..." but did not stop her in the end.

The child kicked his legs hanging in the air expressionlessly, but gave up when he couldn't break free. He stared at the extremely beautiful woman in front of him awkwardly and indifferently.

The woman carried the child like a toy. She chuckled, her green eyes gleaming like two endless flames, dazzling and sharp. She looked at the child, a rather casual, arrogant and provocative smile on her beautiful face: "You've grown up, kid. You've learned so many boring terms at the age of three. You can even question adults."

As she spoke, she stretched out her other hand and pinched the child's delicate cheek mercilessly like a bully, saying, "Please be considerate of the hard-working adults. I have to paint, and your father has to draw pictures. They are both very busy! It's already very kind of us to come to see you once in 7 days, 13 hours and 36 minutes!"

The child looked away even more awkwardly and said "Oh" coldly.

The woman's face showed a bright and brilliant smile. She finally held the child in her arms, and threw him into the air as if she was really playing with a toy, and then caught him steadily: "Okay, don't be angry. Let's play hide-and-seek with you, okay?"

The child thought hide-and-seek was childish and boring, but this game could keep his parents here longer, so he said "hmm" indifferently.

The simple rules of hide-and-seek were quickly established: men and women would hide in the forest, while the children would be responsible for catching them.

The blond man and woman hid very deeply, and the child deliberately slowed down the pace of looking for them, so this simple game of hide-and-seek actually lasted for a very long time.

The old man looked at the family of three bound by fate with sadness and love, like an outsider.

…

There are many things in a man's memory that a child does not know.

For example, what the child didn't know was that although the couple hid deep in the woods, they could always see the child from that perspective. They looked at him all the time with that gentle and passionate expression, and looked at him for a long, long time.

What the child didn't know was that the woman who had been so energetic just now was sitting behind a huge tree at that time, with large amounts of blood slowly oozing from the corners of her mouth. Even so, she was still staring at the lonely child not far away with her fiery and neurotic eyes.

A deep pain slowly emerged on the handsome face of the tall man at the side. He hugged her, took out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the blood for her. His voice was light, painful and gentle: "Dear, your mental strength..."

The woman grasped the man's wrist with her soft, slender hand, so tightly that the blood vessels on the back of her white hand were visible. She tilted her head and smiled at the man. That smile was beautiful, crazy, and neurotic: "We made an appointment, didn't we?"

Woman: "We are the ones who brought Xiaoyou into this world. He is the most innocent. As his parents, we must protect him. No matter who our enemies are, no matter what the cost, we want him to be happy, right?"

The tall and handsome man looked at her with eyes full of love, and smiled gently and sadly. His soft and elegant eyes even revealed a hint of morbid neurosis: "You are right, dear. I will not regret it. I will walk with you without hesitation as we agreed."

The woman continued to look at the child, but the man continued to look at her tenderly, sadly and morbidly: But, the person I want to be "sure to be happy" also includes you...

The next moment, the cool and cold kid who had searched almost all over the forest finally stood in front of them with his short legs. A rare, lively and childish smile appeared on his face: "I found you."

“Ah——” The woman grabbed him with the same vicious laugh, as if nothing had happened. She pulled him into her arms and tickled him unceremoniously. Her green eyes were sharp and sparkling. She ignored the child’s struggle and ruffled his blond hair. Her voice was casual and gentle, yet very powerful: “You found us so quickly. Not bad, kid. Well, if you’re tired and don’t want to play anymore, just sit here with us for a while!”

The child struggled with a stern face, but couldn't get free, so he had to give up.

The woman pinched the child's face in dissatisfaction: "What's that expression on your face? Smile, it's rare that I gave birth to you so cute, you will look better if you smile!"

The child still didn't laugh, but the woman herself chuckled nonchalantly. She teased the child in a very bad way: "Always have this annoying poker face, be careful that when you grow up and meet someone you like, they will dislike you! - I'm really curious, you have been so difficult to deal with since you were a child, what kind of child would be so blind to fall in love with you~"

Birds were still singing in the woods. In the sunset, the tall, handsome man held his wife's shoulders possessively and looked at the child in his wife's arms tenderly and dotingly.

…

Lan Yexing, who was still sitting by the wall sorting out the information, pinched his throbbing eyebrows:

Under the mental power of [Tracing the Origin], all the cells in the man who had been alive in the injection were screaming frantically - I want someone who "will definitely be happy", not only our children, but also you...

Lan Yexing clenched his fists and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the pain in his heart, so that he could continue to sort out and extract the information with reason and logic. Those memories were too chaotic and vague, and he could not see many details clearly.

But even so, he methodically extracted all the information he could:

For example, Qiao You's father's mental power is [Withdrawal], and his mother's mental power is unknown, but the activation mechanism seems to be related to language.

Since Qiao You was born, for unknown reasons, his parents deliberately hid him in the manor. He was usually taken care of by an old housekeeper, and when the couple were free, they would go to great lengths to avoid everyone and go to the manor to see their child.

It seemed that in order to prevent a terrible person from discovering Qiao You's existence, Qiao You's mother used her mental power to protect and hide him.

The beautiful lady seemed to be using her mental power to fight against a very terrifying force, so in the process of using her mental power, her body suffered irreversible damage and continued to weaken.

But even so, she can still survive with her strong will and tenacity. She and her lover will witness the child who is cherished, hidden and loved by them grow up and be happy.

But……

Lan Yexing's eyes were filled with an extremely cold and violent aura, and the last scene he saw was churning in his mind:

He couldn't tell whether the large, sickening blur was blood or fire.

He only saw that the man who was originally gentle and kind used the mental power of [Withdrawal] to kill countless people. He stood there covered in blood. Even though one arm and one leg were chopped off, he didn't care. He just stood there like an insurmountable mountain. When he looked at the person in front of him, his bloody face was full of horrible hostility and murderous intent.

When he was finally killed by someone, the man who slowly fell to the ground just stared in one direction with extreme paranoia. Deep in his eyes, there was a love as gentle as a butterfly that spread out in large pieces, completely dyeing the background color of his soul. However, that love as gentle and inexhaustible as the tide was finally completely drowned by death...

…

What exactly happened back then?

What happened after Qiao You’s father died?

Where were Qiao You and his mother at that time?

Lan Yexing bit his lip to suppress the pain and anger coursing through his body. He slowly looked at the box of injections in his hand: as long as he used his mental power once more, he would be able to learn more of the truth...

With a firm look in his light-colored eyes, Lan Yexing brought the needle to his eyes, and the dial on his right wrist slowly lit up...

…

At the same time, in a single dormitory in the business school dormitory building.

The tall and handsome blond young man sat expressionlessly at the desk, flipping through the philosophical tome on "Happiness" with arrogance and disdain, his green eyes filled with countless dangerous and extremely irritable emotions.

He knew clearly that the root of this emotion was Lanye Star.

Thinking of something, the young man tightened his grip on the book spine, and a vicious and angry expression appeared on his sharp and handsome face: I really want to catch Lan Yexing and bring her to my side...

The hand with distinct bones turned another page carelessly, and he was suddenly startled:

There was a group photo tucked between the pages of the book.

In the photo, the blond couple is holding a child with a cold expression and looking out of the camera. The gentle yet neurotic gaze is almost burning people.

This photo is not the original one; it looks newer, as if it was printed on top of the original one.

Qiao You looked at it expressionlessly, and naturally recalled that he and Lan Yexing had lived together before he lost his memory.

He and his grandfather were not the types to do such a thing - the only person who would do such a gentle and useless thing was Lan Yexing.

Qiao You's expression was still indifferent, but he didn't turn to the next page. He stared at the photo, with dark emotions surging in his green eyes. After a while, he reached out and touched the slightly cold photo. His voice was calm and calm, as if he was talking to himself: "You didn't expect that someone like me who inherited your bad personality would still find someone I like."

Qiao You: "One day, I will bring him to meet you, and you will definitely like him."

A gentle autumn breeze blew in outside the floor-to-ceiling window, causing the photo to tremble slightly, as if the man and woman in the photo were responding in the most gentle way.