He wanted to rush in, but was completely nailed to the spot by Ye Qingliu's "Clear!" and the tragic scene before him!
"Get out!" Ye Qingliu's voice was like an ice-hardened blade, carrying unprecedented and unquestionable absolute pressure, slamming towards Mu Xinrong at the door.
"Everyone! Get out immediately! Close the door! No one is allowed to come in without my permission!" His order was not only to Mu Xinrong, but also to the nurse and Hua Jinyue who were also frightened.
Mu Xinrong trembled all over at the cold order and the unprecedented, almost inhuman fierceness in Ye Qingliu's eyes.
He looked at Chao Youye, who was lying on the bed like a broken doll, with the mark on her wrist flashing an ominous light. The huge panic and helplessness instantly wrapped around him like cold vines.
But he didn't dare to get any closer. The heart-wrenching "Don't touch me" just now and the tragic scene of her dying were like two sharp knives stabbing into his heart.
He bit his lower lip hard, tasting the strong smell of blood. He used all his strength to force himself to stagger back, and with trembling hands, he slammed the heavy guest room door shut.
"Bang!"
The loud sound of the door closing seemed to separate the two worlds.
In the room, the only people left were Ye Qingliu, Chao Youye who was in a deep sedated coma, and... the monitor that was making a regular but still unstable beeping sound.
The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, sweat, and an invisible, suffocating energy turbulence.
Ye Qingliu stood by the bed, like a lonely island in the center of a storm. He slowly took off his silver-rimmed glasses and casually tossed them on the bedside table.
The gray-blue eyes behind the lenses were completely exposed, as deep as the abyss of the universe that swallowed everything.
There was no longer any of the gentleness or calmness that belonged to "Ye Qingliu". Only the pure, cold, inhuman light of observation and calculation remained, as if the last layer of human disguise had been removed.
He no longer looked at the monitor or Chao Youye's pained face. All his attention was focused on the flickering blue mark on the inside of Chao Youye's wrist.
The core of the rules is disordered.
Energy dissipation index: high risk.
Backlash intensity: exceeds the carrier's tolerance limit.
Countdown to crash: Unknown.
Interference variable: Gao (Mu Xinrong).
Cold streams of data silently surged through the core of his consciousness, calculating and deducing. The observer's duty was to record, to observe, and to maintain the purity of the world line.
Any intervention is taboo. The optimal solution is to immediately initiate the isolation protocol, completely seal the sample, wait for its natural collapse and destruction, and record the final data.
However, just one second before the core program was about to execute the "isolate" instruction -
A completely irrelevant, extremely tiny piece of data, like a stubborn virus, once again brutally invaded the absolutely rational computing core.
Not a cold throne.
Not a violent energy turbulence.
But in this world, on a cold winter morning, under the warm light of the open kitchen, Mu Xinrong curled up in the corner of the sofa, crying silently, her back desperate and fragile.
And in the corner, when he stretched out his trembling hand towards Youye and tried to touch the plate of strawberry cake, there was an extremely faint fluctuation called "desire" at his fingertips.
The feeling brought by these two images... is it "cold wet tear marks", "the touch of fabric friction", or... an extremely weak but real emotional disturbance called "bond"?
The Observer's core program instantly erupted with a sharper alarm! Logical contamination! Entropy surge! Threat Level: Destruction! Executing command: Clear redundant data immediately! Initiate quarantine!
Ye Qingliu's pair of gray-blue eyes, exposed to the air and as cold as the deep space, showed violent fluctuations for the first time! It was like a calm cosmic nebula being thrown into a huge source of gravity, and began to spin wildly, collapse, and tear apart!
Billions of cold logical instructions and that insignificant "bond" launched a silent and brutal war in the depths of consciousness that exceeded the speed of light!
He suddenly stretched out his hand, and that hand, which was bony and extremely clean, now carried an almost destructive force, and pressed hard and precisely on the mark on the inside of Chao Youye's wrist that was flashing with a faint blue light.
"Ah--!" Chao Youye, who was in deep calm, seemed to sense the touch from the origin of existence. His body arched uncontrollably again, and he let out an even more painful and shrill scream. Cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body.
Ye Qingliu's hand was like a red-hot iron, pressing hard on the mark. He closed his eyes tightly, his brows were tightly twisted together, veins bulged on his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably due to the huge energy confrontation!
What is he doing?! He's forcibly intervening in the chaos at the core of the rules! He's using the Observer's original power to suppress the collapse of Origin-0!
This is the most complete betrayal! It is the most fundamental blasphemy against the Observer's Creed! It will trigger unpredictable chain reactions and backlash!
“Buzz!”
An invisible, violent energy shock wave suddenly erupted from the point of contact between the two people, and the air in the room emitted a low humming sound that was unbearable.
The water cup on the bedside table shook violently! The light flickered wildly a few times!
Ye Qingliu groaned, his body swayed, and a glaring red color flowed out of the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.
But the hand he had placed on the mark was as if welded shut, not moving an inch! His grey-blue eyes snapped open in agony, a storm surging within them like never before – cold calculation, immense pain, the tearing sensation of being torn apart by the backlash of the rules.
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