Looking directly at Xiao Wujie, who was sickly and extremely haggard, Ye Jinyu slowly voiced her question.
Although Xiao Wujie's answer startled him, he still wanted to know the reason behind his words.
Xiao Wujie coughed lightly a few times, his fist pressed against his lips. He couldn't help but move closer to Chu Liyue's chest, his hand without the IV drip gently encircling her waist.
He took a few moments to calm his breathing, a hint of coldness flashing in his slightly dim and haggard eyes, his tone turning icy.
"The place in the northwest of the capital where Vito Rosso met Sister Qingyi. He is deeply attached to that place and will not easily move Sister Qingyi away."
The place where he found Lin Qingyi was Yancheng, which is adjacent to the northwest of the capital. Lin Qingyi had also fled there from the northwest of the capital.
To make the clone more similar to the original, most of Vito Rosso's memories were imported into the memory chip in the clone's brain.
By reading his memories, he knew all too well how ruthless and vicious this man was, and he could easily see the deep-seated obsession and pride in him.
What he probably wants to see most right now is Lin Qingyi trembling with fear and having a mental breakdown. How could he possibly let her leave the Northwest Capital, which has left such a deep psychological scar on her?
"I cannot go into the specific reasons, but I can tell you this—"
"There's no need to worry too much about Sister Qingyi's personal safety. Before he gets the No. 3 reagent, Sister Qingyi won't be easily harmed."
Knowing Ye Jinyu's worries, Xiao Wujie spoke in a low, hoarse voice, but the icy coldness in his eyes, hidden by his long, slightly drawn-out eyelashes, grew even deeper.
The thought of his reasons for researching reagent number three made it difficult for him to suppress the surging murderous intent in his heart.
Even with two lifetimes and having witnessed countless people and events, he could not imagine that such twisted and abnormal emotions could exist in the world.
He wasn't worried about Lin Qingyi's personal safety, but rather about her mental state.
He only hoped that she could withstand the mental torment brought on by those dark past events...
Physical wounds are like duckweed on water; though some are deep and some are shallow, they will eventually fade away with the wind, leaving behind gradually healing skin and bones.
But the wounds of the heart are like the subtle cracks in a deep mountain valley; every touch can stir up a long, lingering pain hidden deep in the heart.
Just as Chu Liyue said, Lin Qingyi is not a coward or incompetent person. He sincerely hopes that she can muster up the courage to face the muddy past and find the belief to keep going.
His fingers clenched unconsciously, and as his emotions surged, his face paled, and he coughed heavily.
The sharp pain in his chest made him instinctively hunch over, his neck veins bulging, looking so weak and haggard that it was hard to look at him.
"Lie him down flat, don't make him bend over."
Seeing Chu Liyue hugging Xiao Wujie and gently stroking his back, Ye Jinyu immediately spoke up to remind her.
Upon hearing the sound, Chu Liyue quickly straightened Xiao Wujie's body, who was bent over and coughing repeatedly, and let his head rest in the crook of her arm, gently rubbing and stroking his chest with her palm.
Xiao Wujie felt so uncomfortable that the veins on his forehead bulged, and as his Adam's apple bobbed, he forced down the sweet, metallic taste rising in his throat.
She panted softly, wanting to snuggle into Chu Liyue's arms, but worried that the beads of sweat on her forehead would soil Chu Liyue's clothes. So she half-closed her eyes, turning her face to the other side.
Her haggard appearance, tinged with a sense of brokenness, evoked a feeling of pity in one's heart.
Seeing that Chu Liyue couldn't free her hands, Lu Zhufeng took a few tissues and stiffly wiped the sweat from Chu Liyue's forehead with a hint of anxiety and reluctance between his slightly furrowed brows.
Seeing his cautious and stiff appearance, with sweat beading on his forehead, Leng Ruxue snatched the tissue from his hand and gently wiped the sweat from Xiao Wujie's face.
"Thank you so much, but I'm not good at taking care of people either, this... this is too difficult..."
Lu Zhufeng, unusually quiet, wiped the sweat from his brow with his large hand and stammered.
He wasn't faking it; he was genuinely sweating profusely from anxiety.
He had a strong grip, and seeing Xiao Wujie's unbearable pain, he was afraid that if he used even a little force, Xiao Wujie would shatter in the next second.
After the sweat on his face was wiped away, Xiao Wujie couldn't help but bury his face in Chu Liyue's arms, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, closing his eyes and gently breathing.
Slender fingers gently caressed his hair as she threaded them through his hair. Chu Liyue raised her cold eyes and glanced at the people gathered around the bed, speaking in a chilling tone:
That's all for today. We can talk about it later.
Ye Jinyu and Leng Ruxue nodded slightly upon hearing this and quickly left the room, leaving only Lu Zhufeng standing motionless in place.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard Xiao Wujie's weak and haggard voice say, "You stay."
Forcing himself to meet Chu Liyue's cold gaze, Lu Zhufeng weakly pointed a finger at Xiao Wujie in her arms.
Noticing that the others had left, Xiao Wujie lifted his head from Chu Liyue's embrace, coughed lightly twice, and then spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Leave Old Black Mountain to Shadow Blade's spies, and bring our people back first."
“Send someone to Boston in North America; Vito Rosso’s true form is probably hiding there.”
When he read the memories of Vito Rosso's clone, there were some gaps that puzzled him at the time, but he did not investigate them in depth. The largest gap was in Boston, North America.
If he's not mistaken, that blank space represents his memories related to his cloning experiments.
Boston, as one of the world's most advanced cities in biotechnology, is one of the best locations to conduct those highly complex experiments.
Holding Chu Liyue's hand to his chest, Xiao Wujie coughed lightly twice, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes, before slowly speaking:
"In addition, carefully investigate whether anyone has any connection with the SL and God organizations, mainly focusing on the higher levels."
According to Kitayama, Vito Rosso brought three S-class assassins with SL skills this time.
He himself has little connection with SL, and even if he could offer an exorbitant price, it would be impossible for him to hire three S-class assassins at the same time.
There must be a powerful figure behind this helping them.
Based on his other missing memories, he could vaguely sense that one forbidden figure after another had been erased from his memory chip.
This person might be the biggest mastermind behind everything.
Seeing his extremely haggard appearance and his forced spirits, coupled with Chu Liyue's increasingly cold gaze, Lu Zhufeng couldn't help but wave his hand:
"Okay, I will definitely send people to investigate with all my might. You...you should rest for a bit."
"You look terrible!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wujie didn't say anything more, snuggled closer to Chu Liyue, and then waved for him to leave.
After everyone left, Xiao Wujie relaxed considerably, noticing that Chu Liyue seemed to have become somewhat angry.
He couldn't help but perk up a bit more, his eyes misty as he looked at her, his voice low and trembling:
"Sister, don't be mean to me, I'm scared..."
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