Chapter 633 Traces
Eileen doesn't usually show such a serious expression—so when she does, it's definitely not a normal situation.
"Will you be there on that day?"
The doll's eyes revealed an exceptionally serious expression.
On the day everything happened, on the day the extraterrestrial gods descended, on the day the observable universe opened a passage to the unknown realms beyond our world.
Yu Sheng suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable palpitation, a jolt-like sensation slowly creeping up his back, only to vanish just as quickly. He instinctively took a deep breath, looking at the serious-looking little doll before him: "You're saying I don't know either... wait, how did I end up here? That happened over three thousand years ago... over three thousand years ago..."
He muttered to himself, his brows slowly furrowing.
A voice rang out, and some thoughts that he had almost forgotten resurfaced in his heart—about that “hometown” whose memories had faded, that seaside town flowing with blood-red sunlight, his childhood and adolescence as he remembered them, and those mundane daily lives so peaceful that he could hardly grasp any memory points.
How could he have been there? In the days that all of this happened—he was just a foreigner, a wanderer who had entered this peaceful, tranquil, untouched, and uninteresting world, a world without foreign lands or physical entities, a world whose stories had no connection to him… That's how it should have been.
But that wilderness of the soul...
“Actually, my guess is pretty unfounded,” Eileen’s voice came from the side, interrupting Yu Sheng’s wild thoughts. The little doll crossed her arms and looked thoughtful. “After all, the only connection between the whole thing and you is that Soul Wilderness—and we still don’t understand what kind of wilderness it is. That place is closely related to you, but it is essentially like an independent ‘otherworld’—who knows what that place was like three thousand years ago.”
Yu Sheng didn't speak, but kept frowning, trying to figure out things he couldn't understand at all.
The sound of running water came from the direction of the bathroom, followed by several chaotic screams from Eileen.
A little doll darted out of the bathroom, soaking wet like a drowned rat, and started running around on the floor, yelling, "Yu Sheng! Yu Sheng! I fell into the sink!"
Yu Sheng's train of thought abruptly stopped, and Teng jumped out of bed: "Don't run around! Stay there and don't move—"
The hairdryer whirred, and the little doll, soaking wet, hung on the clothes rack, swaying back and forth in the wind. Whenever it got the chance, it would open its mouth and whine and yell into the hairdryer.
As Yu Sheng blew on the water, he remarked that it was fortunate that the body that fell into the pool was made of super light clay, otherwise the simple clothes hanger in the bedroom might not have been able to hold her.
The blonde doll climbed onto the windowsill, swinging her legs as she loudly proclaimed, "Anyway, the last half of my dream was unclear, so I won't dwell on it now—I'll go to Baili Qing's place today to deal with the Hermitage's invasion. Ah, I can also tell her about the border I saw in my dream..."
“I think you’re right,” Yu Sheng reached out and ruffled Eileen’s hair, which was being dried by the hairdryer. After confirming that it was mostly dry, he turned off the hairdryer and put the little doll down from the clothes rack. “You can comb your hair yourself. I’ll go wake Hu Li up.”
"Hey, why bother?" Blonde Eileen waved her hand, stood on the windowsill and shouted towards the corridor, "Going to the Secret Service for a free meal!"
Before she could finish speaking, Yu Sheng heard a series of loud bangs coming from the room across the hall, followed by a bang, and then a white figure burst through the door and rushed towards him!
To be fair, Yu Sheng would have died here a few months ago, but now he has at least been dealing with these monsters in his family for a long time and is so experienced that he had already assumed a horse stance as soon as he heard the noise in the corridor. He immediately gathered his energy in his dantian and exhaled a breath of turbid air. With a "hey" sound, he was sent flying along with his horse stance.
Fortunately, Hu Li was a thoughtful and gentle girl. Knowing that her benefactor was not in good health, she used her tail to wrap around Yu Sheng layer by layer to cushion the impact the moment she bumped into him—almost strangling him to death on the spot.
...
Baili Qing raised her head and looked at Yu Sheng, who had pushed the door open and entered, Eileen (blonde) sitting on Yu Sheng's shoulders, and the nine-tailed fox with its tail drooping beside her. Her eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
"It's rare that you took so long to arrive."
"Something came up and I was delayed," Yu Sheng grinned, too embarrassed to say that his ribs had been broken by the fox spirit in his house with its tail early in the morning (even though it was already late), so he could only vaguely brush it off. "Let's get down to business first."
Baili Qing nodded, then casually asked, "Where's Luna?"
Yu Sheng frowned: "She's staying to watch the house. Do we need her to be here?"
Baili Qing shook her head: "That's not necessary. It involves the Rift Technology of the Chong Sheng Hermitage, so she probably wouldn't know about it either."
Yu Sheng immediately caught the key words, and his expression turned serious: "Rift technology? There's been progress in the investigation?"
Bai Liqing opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she heard a loud gurgling sound coming from the scene.
The fox girl, standing behind Yu Sheng with her tail drooping, awkwardly raised her hand: "I'm hungry..."
"Oh right, you're here for dinner," Yu Sheng suddenly realized, understanding that his fox hadn't eaten since last night, and quickly turned to Baili Qing, "Well, it's almost mealtime anyway, how about..."
Before he could finish speaking, Baili Qing had already stood up from behind her desk: "Let's go together. I've already notified the private room in the cafeteria. Let's go over and eat and chat."
The Secret Service's canteen naturally has private rooms, one of which is even specially prepared for the tilapia—the staff here have even given it a name, the "Tactical Dining Center." Although outsiders might find it hard to imagine, this is actually an important part of a series of "cooperative projects" between the Secret Service and the hotel.
What's even harder for outsiders to imagine is that the Secret Service has several departments or project teams that are directly linked to this "Tactical Dining Center"—including at least two special materials laboratories and three precision machining centers. Xu Jiali privately revealed this inside story to Yu Sheng, mentioning that these departments often fought each other, resulting in bloodshed all the time.
Of course, anyone familiar with Xu Jiali knows that at least 80% of her talk is just bragging.
However, setting aside Xu Jiali's boasting, this "tactical dining center" specially prepared for Hu Li does have many unique features, the most unique of which is that there is a special conveyor belt in the room—the other end of the conveyor belt leads directly to the kitchen.
Well, it's a bit outrageous, but extremely efficient, and highly praised by the fox girl...
Ten minutes later, the Secret Service canteen's all-out battle began.
Hu Li grabbed a chicken leg in each hand and gnawed on it with grease dripping from her mouth. After the meal started, she stopped paying attention to the conversation between Yu Sheng and Bai Li Qing. Yu Sheng, on the other hand, grabbed some food from Hu Li's plate to have as his lunch—after all, he had slept until noon today and was quite hungry.
Baili Qing sat opposite Yu Sheng, still looking sleepy as if she was trying to fight off hibernation. Whether it was out of modesty or something else, she didn't order any food, but just a cup of hot water.
Just as Yu Sheng was getting a little curious, Baili Qing casually grabbed three packets of instant coffee from the shelf next to her, tore them open, poured them directly into her mouth, and then swallowed them with warm water...
Yu Sheng: "...?!"
Bai Liqing looked up, a bit of instant coffee powder still on her lips, and calmly asked Yu Sheng, "Is there a problem?"
Yu Sheng was truly impressed: "...You really went all out to fight hibernation."
“This is for efficiency,” Baili Qing wiped her mouth, not feeling that there was anything wrong with what she had just done, and quite naturally changed the subject, “Regarding those hermit cultists who invaded the border area… I need more detailed information.”
“It all started with that ‘artificial saint’ Zheng Zhi first encountered,” Yu Sheng thought for a moment, put down the food in his hand, and let out a soft breath. “My previous judgment was wrong. Those guys can enter the border area not only through the ‘dark alley’…”
He recounted the entire encounter in detail, and Baili Qing listened attentively, without interrupting except when some details needed to be added.
Only after Yu Sheng finished speaking did she let out a soft breath and say, "So, they have indeed mastered a technology to directionally open rifts within the boundary area, and even create 'artificial alien realms' around the rifts..."
Yu Sheng didn't speak, but his eyes showed a hint of inquiry.
Baili Qing didn't keep them in suspense. She blinked and looked up at the sky.
A glimmer of light flashed in her extremely pale gray-white eyes, and where her gaze focused, a clear illusion appeared out of thin air.
Yu Sheng frowned, quickly recognizing that the illusion was of the underground parking lot from before.
Bai Liqing's "gaze" focused the image on a wall at the end of the parking lot.
Those were the traces left after the collapse of the alien realm, and also the location where those Hermit Order followers were finally devoured by their self-destruction.
"Did you notice the pattern on the wall?" Baili Qing's voice came from the other side of the illusion.
"Patterns?" Yu Sheng was puzzled for a moment, noticing that there were indeed many cracks and charred lines of varying sizes on the wall—traces left from the previous battle, and some marks left after the Great Sage's self-destruction. Originally, those patterns were actually larger, but with the collapse of the alien realm, less than a third of them remained in the real world. "These patterns..."
“It seems random, but some of the cracks show signs of psionic ablation,” Baili Qing said calmly. The illusion in the air began to change as she spoke, and the cracks on the wall were lit up one by one, revealing the patterns that were originally hidden among a lot of messy marks. “Through comparative analysis, we believe that these ‘patterns’ should be traces left by some kind of controllable super-powerful energy source ‘irradiation’.”
(End of this chapter)
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