Chapter 114 He actually fell in there

Guided by Caesar's almost showy technique, Ning Shuyin felt as if she had entered a bizarre and colorful world of glass shards.

Zhou Zhiheng's disappearance was caused by her. Although he wasn't the male protagonist in this timeline, the Zhou Group, under his leadership, was a vital force in maintaining stability in the story's world. Just like Caesar's appearance today, taking away this "multicolored black"—this unstable factor capable of destroying an entire galaxy.

She realized that none of these men were dispensable.

She looked into each shard of glass, and saw a distorted world reflected in them. Time and space lost their meaning here.

"Where is this?" she asked.

“A transit station for teleportation.” Caesar said casually, “All matter leaves a brief trace here when it travels faster than light or jumps through space.”

He stretched out his finger and pointed vaguely: "If you want to look, look here."

Ning Shuyin's senses swept over each crack.

Suddenly, a crack emitting a faint purple light appeared not far away.

"Found it. There it is..."

Caesar squinted and glanced at it: "It's his private museum of the Heart of Time and Space."

Ning Shuyin's heart skipped a beat.

The Heart of Time and Space?

He was trapped in the spatial rift of his own museum?

“Can I go in from here?” she asked.

"Go in? Of course you can." He led her closer to the fragments.

"But you'd better think it through, little guy. Once you get in here, the rest is up to you."

Caesar looked directly into her eyes with his beautiful blue eyes: "I can't possibly pick you up here. Staying here for even a few minutes... is already very dangerous for me."

Ning Shuyin understood the deeper meaning behind Caesar's words—his "space navigation disorder".

Staying in the middle of a teleportation for an extended period of time is already a huge risk for him.

She looked at him, a mix of emotions welling up inside her.

“I understand.” Ning Shuyin took a step forward. “I will go find him myself. Thank you for bringing me here.”

Without further hesitation, she turned around.

Caesar stood there, watching her disappear into the crevice.

He raised his hand and gently touched his chest: "Interesting little guy... I hope you can surprise me."

He muttered to himself, then his figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.

Countless elongated rainbow lights flashed before Ning Shuyin's eyes. Her body was pulled by an invisible force. Then, she fell uncontrollably.

The teleportation transfer station channel precisely transported her to her destination.

As the light and shadow subsided, Ning Shuyin landed on her feet.

She found herself in a space that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

A massive, circular, openwork building. In the distance, rolling mountains and rivers stretch out, accompanied by fluttering butterflies...

She had entered the interior of the "Heart of Time and Space." But it was different from the luxurious tranquility she had encountered when she first arrived. The scratches and scorch marks on the ground from that fierce battle with the mechanical race had not yet been erased.

Most of the exhibits have been returned to their original locations.

Those antiques they once used as "disposable weapons," and the evidence of Ning Shuyin's five trillion yuan debt, floated silently in the energy field of the display stand. There was no longer any energy reaction.

"Zhou Zhiheng?" Ning Shuyin called out tentatively.

The girl's voice echoed in the empty exhibition hall.

There was no response.

She tried to follow the route she remembered to the other exhibition halls. Until she reached the depths of the hall, in front of the row of quantum safes, Zhou Zhiheng was still nowhere to be seen.

"Where did he go?" Ning Shuyin muttered anxiously to herself.

She suddenly remembered that Caesar had said that Zhou Zhiheng had fallen into a "random spatial interlayer".

This means that she most likely won't find him in the ordinary space she's in right now.

She closed her eyes and focused her mind. Her senses were heightened. Invisible threads spread from her body, penetrating the walls and exploring every inch of space.

She tried to catch any trace of Zhou Zhiheng's life. She traversed countless rare antiques and the museum's complex mechanical structures, but found no trace of him. He seemed to have truly... vanished.

Anxiety is rising.

Suddenly, a faint energy fluctuation flashed through her senses.

That's it!

Guided by her senses, she ran quickly toward the corridor. She passed through several alloy security doors and finally stopped in front of a half-open oak door.

This is his lounge.

She tiptoed open the oak door, and everything in the room was the same as before. A single fabric sofa, a cluttered desk piled with things, and a bed with slightly wrinkled sheets. A corner of the thin blanket on the bed was rolled up, as if the occupant had just gotten up. A set of silk loungewear, which looked like it had just been changed, was casually placed at the foot of the bed.

The air still faintly carried the faint scent of Zhou Zhiheng.

A sense of guilt arose from trespassing on private property. Ning Shuyin took a deep breath and reminded herself to hurry up and look for clues.

My gaze swept over it.

Her senses, thread by thread, pointed towards the pillow on the bed.

The small metal robot model that she had once moved to her bedside table was now lying steadily on the soft white pillow.

Ning Shuyin felt absurd.

Zhou Zhiheng, the heir to the prestigious Zhou family conglomerate, has he fallen into this tiny bedside robot?

She frowned as she stepped forward and gently picked up the metal robot.

It was cold. Heavy. It felt exactly the same as the one she had touched last time. It looked like just an ordinary model.

But her senses couldn't penetrate its outer shell, confirming that this thing was unusual.

She fiddled with the robot's joints, exploring it from all angles: "How do I get in?"

It doesn't look like a place you could crawl into.

Caesar's words echoed in her ears. He said, "Let her rely on her own abilities."

Ning Shuyin fell into thought. Since it's a spatial rift, it shouldn't have a physical entrance.

She put the little robot down, somewhat disheartened.

But at that very moment, the little robot's previously dim purple eyes suddenly glowed with an eerie light. A strange energy field activated, accompanied by a powerful pulling force.

The next second, the little robot's eyes transformed into a deep vortex, swallowing her whole.

Ning Shuyin offered no resistance. She let herself be pulled by the suction force. Her thoughts were—Zhou Zhiheng, I'm here.

A dizzying sensation swept over her, and the world before her eyes twisted, tore apart, and reformed once more...

It was just a momentary lapse of concentration.

When she could see clearly again, she found herself no longer in that messy little bedroom. She was sitting on a thick, soft carpet. Her gaze swept around her. Light streamed in through the sky-blue curtains, and a whole wall of brown wooden bookshelves was filled with hardcover paper books. By the window stood a Baroque-style classical desk with an antique electronic pen in a pen holder.

A computer board stood to the side, displaying some formulas for a model that was only halfway through its derivation.

Clearly, this is a study. In one corner of the study, the "cocoon" sits quietly.

Ning Shuyin smelled the scent of sunshine in the air. She shifted slightly, feeling a firm, warm, and real touch on her back.

She then realized that she and Zhou Zhiheng were sitting back to back on the ground.

"Where is this...?" she asked blankly.

"Don't be afraid." Zhou Zhiheng's elegant voice came from behind, carrying a gentleness she had never heard before, "It's safe here."