Chapter 115 Emotional Exhibition Hall

Safety? Ning Shuyin's vigilance only increased.

He was able to remain so calm even after being sucked into a spacetime rift. That alone was strange enough.

She immediately activated her sensory abilities, scanning the surroundings with her supernatural powers—

However, there were no unusual energy fluctuations. Even the hormones she herself secreted due to tension had vanished without a trace. Everything was so perfect, like an elaborately woven dream, which in itself was unsettling.

"Where is this?" She turned around to face Zhou Zhiheng.

His tuxedo was spotless. His purple eyes held only calm and relaxation.

"This is the virtual reality area of ​​my lounge." After saying that, he looked at Ning Shuyin with confusion, "Why are you here?"

When he asked the question, Zhou Zhiheng's expression was somewhat displeased, as if his private space had been disturbed.

“I’ve come to find you. The space around the Ancient Civilization Exhibition fluctuated, and you were caught in a spatial rift. Caesar brought me in.”

“Caesar?” Zhou Zhiheng’s face showed anger. “It was him again.”

“That high-dimensional particle seems to have a problem, but we’ll talk about that later,” Ning Shuyin explained simply, then stood up. “Let’s go out first.”

Hearing that she had come to find him, Zhou Zhiheng's expression was somewhat moved.

But he immediately shook his head: "I didn't get in through normal means. So, the laws of this space have been broken. Now... there's no way out."

Ning Shuyin was taken aback. This meant that they were trapped here and couldn't get out.

Zhou Zhiheng glanced at her: "No need to rush, we can take our time looking."

His expression was so calm that he didn't seem to be in any crisis at all. Seeing the anxiety on her face, he still seemed too lazy to explain. But in the end, he still spoke: "This space was made using the Zhou family's spacetime repair pod technology."

"Time flows slowly here, and you won't be disturbed. If you feel tired, you can rest. We have almost unlimited time to find the exit."

After he finished speaking, Ning Shuyin finally understood the reason for his calm demeanor. The Zhou family's time-space cultivation pod could be set to a time flow rate that was almost zero.

Tranquility. Safety. A safe haven from the outside world.

Resting here provides not only physical relaxation but also complete mental relaxation.

Zhou Zhiheng has an endless amount of time here, which he can use to think and solve problems.

But his relaxation did not dispel Ning Shuyin's unease. Her gaze passed over him and went to the other end of the study.

A boy sat at the Baroque desk.

The boy, dressed in a clean white shirt, his jet-black hair loosely tied back, was intently browsing something. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow on his silhouette.

The scene was so beautiful it seemed unreal.

"Why are there other people here?" Ning Shuyin asked, pointing at the young man.

She couldn't sense any life, yet his presence felt so real. Driven by curiosity, she couldn't help but walk over to take a look.

Just as I took a step, my wrist was grabbed by a warm, large hand.

Ning Shuyin was startled and turned to meet Zhou Zhiheng's gaze.

He was very strong, and his eyes held a complex mix of emotions she couldn't decipher—a mixture of wariness and embarrassment.

“There’s no one else here,” he said slowly.

As if to confirm his words, the boy in front of the desk turned around. When Ning Shuyin saw that face clearly, she caught her breath.

It was a face more youthful and immature than his current one, yet equally breathtakingly handsome. He had the same purple eyes as Zhou Zhiheng, clear and indifferent.

The boy looked at Zhou Zhiheng, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You've come," the boy said.

Ning Shuyin understood instantly.

This "virtual reality" is... a privately customized memory corridor. A past built with data and code that belongs only to Zhou Zhiheng.

No wonder this huge and luxurious museum only ever has Zhou Zhiheng as its sole visitor.

He will not only admire the cold collections here, but also visit his past self in this space.

Zhou Zhiheng released her hand and stood up.

In this space, Zhou Zhiheng was devoid of his external sharpness and arrogance, and showed no trace of his harshness or difficulty. His expression was peaceful, even somewhat gentle, making him seem like a completely different person from the outside world.

He said slowly, "This space is built based on my memories. The exit was originally hidden, but now that it has been destroyed, a new exit may exist in any room."

The two walked toward the door of the study.

At that moment, the little boy in front of the desk silently watched their departing figures, his eyes filled with reluctance.

After passing through a dark corridor, the next door led to a magnificent oval conference room. High-backed chairs were neatly arranged on either side of a long table, and a tense atmosphere permeated the air.

At the end of the conference table, a figure gradually shifted from blurry to solid.

He was a boy.

She looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a black silk suit, her long black hair neatly tied back.

He sat in the main seat, his body almost swallowed up by the enormous chair. But his face showed neither the naivety nor the unease of a teenager.

“He…” Ning Shuyin subconsciously looked at Zhou Zhiheng beside her.

The boy in front of him was undoubtedly Zhou Zhiheng in his youth.

Zhou Zhiheng didn't look at her. His gaze was fixed on the boy, his eyes filled with complex emotions, a mixture of disgust and pity.

“My first business negotiation,” Zhou Zhiheng said calmly.

"At the age of thirteen, I represented my father in handling an asset stripping plan for an asteroid belt."

As soon as he finished speaking, more figures appeared in the conference room.

A dozen or so well-dressed, shrewd-looking middle-aged men appeared like ghosts on either side of the conference table. Some whispered among themselves, while others scrutinized the lone young man at the head of the table with disdain.

It's like hunting lion cubs.

"Xiao Heng, you're still young, go back and do your homework first," a bald man said with a forced smile.

“Yeah, the number games here are way harder than your textbooks,” another person chimed in, eliciting a chorus of suppressed chuckles.

Ning Shuyin stood to the side.

Even as a viewer, she clearly felt the pressure.

“Don’t worry,” Zhou Zhiheng said gently. “At that time, I had already received over a hundred years of elite education in the space-time repair pod.”

"More than enough to deal with them."

Sure enough, the young Zhou Zhiheng raised his head, his face showing a coldness that belied his age.

"Everyone," Zhou Zhiheng's voice was still childish, "your bids are thirty percent lower than the market price. Either you revise them now, or new participants will come in and place their bids in five minutes."

After saying this, Xiao Zhou Zhiheng moved his fingers again. Suddenly, a row of armed guards appeared in the room, their weapons humming as they charged.

The smiles on the faces of those shrewd and calculating attendees vanished completely.

"Let's go, not this room." Zhou Zhiheng's voice rang in her ear.

As they left, the boy sitting in the main seat, dancing with the wolves, didn't even glance at them.

At the end of the dark corridor, there was another door.

Behind the door was another brightly lit corridor. This was the only way.

The two exchanged a glance and went inside.

The corridors were lined with priceless works of art, and the floor beneath your feet was so shiny it reflected your reflection; it was as magnificent as the oldest exhibition hall in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Suddenly, the floor collapsed without warning.

A feeling of weightlessness suddenly overwhelmed me.

"careful!"

Ning Shuyin only had time to let out a cry of surprise before she was pulled away by a powerful force.