Chapter 251 Mr. Ghost, the Immortal Witch
When I came out of Teitan High School, the rain was still falling.
"Are you ready to go home?" "Lin Xi" said in her mind.
Lin Xi shook his head.
She held an umbrella, passed by a park, and sat on a park bench.
The benches had some paint peeling off, but there was a awning above to keep out the rain, so the benches remained dry.
She put the umbrella aside and closed her eyes tiredly.
Her consciousness sank into the deep sea. From the outside, the girl seemed to be asleep.
In fact, she clicked on the copy that had just been refreshed in the plot line.
[Unfinished]
【Accessible】
The Birth of a Witch
Many years later, facing that face that was exactly the same as the one in her memory, Vermouth, now known as the "Thousand-Faced Witch," still recalls the warmth of the sunlight on her body as that person held her hand and led her out of the dark laboratory.
[Do you want to enter the dungeon? ]
Lin Xi's consciousness was focused on [yes].
Then she felt her body suddenly lighten. The damp, slightly cool weather became dry and warm. The sound of raindrops dripping on the shed disappeared, replaced by the rustling of leaves in the wind.
All the emotions that had been plaguing her for days disappeared in an instant, making her feel as if she had been held underwater for a long time and suffocated, then suddenly emerged from the water.
She subconsciously exhaled and opened her eyes.
What appeared before her was the scenery of the past timeline.
She was still sitting on the park bench, but it had become brand new, with the newly painted paint shining brightly.
"Traveling back in time through the system can restore my sanity..." she whispered. "That voice is gone too."
"First determine what time it is. Then, go find Vermouth."
She picked up her umbrella and walked out of the park.
Her style of clothing, unlike anyone else's, earned her a lot of attention. Lin Xi remained calm as she walked to the newsstand and picked up a newspaper.
Baijiu Pharmaceutical announced a breakthrough in its drug development!
Summer vacation is approaching, here are the ten most recommended summer resorts...
The heir of the long-established Karasuma family in Kyoto appears at the Japan xx Summit...
Under the suspicious gaze of the newsstand owner, Lin Xi reached into his pocket, took out a few coins and bought the newspaper.
It’s confirmed, this is 1975, thirty years ago.
The same time as when she first entered Gin's dungeon.
She had just seen a photo of Karasuma Naoji in the report titled "The heir to the long-established Karasuma family, a noble family in Kyoto..." - this meant that Karasuma Ren'ya was still alive at that time, and Rum had not yet taken the throne.
The last time she entered the dungeon, she was still in the laboratory.
How interesting! The system can actually put her into the same timeline twice? Different versions of her can exist in the same time and space at the same time. Is there really no bug?
Just as Lin Xi was thinking this, he saw a warning pop up on the system panel:
【Changes in the instance timeline have been detected.】
【Error: Player signal appears repeatedly.】
[Level 2 Warning: To avoid character recognition confusion, please avoid appearing with the same face in front of the main characters, otherwise the plot progress will be reset.]
[Level 1 Warning: To avoid confusion, please avoid appearing before your past self.]
【It is recommended that players use skills reasonably. 】
Lin Xi turned off the warning and smiled.
It seems that she can only appear in front of Vermouth with another face.
What face should I use? Let's use... Shibahara Hiroshige's.
She clicked on the map.
The system still humanely marked a large arrow on the ground to lead her to find Vermouth.
However, when he saw where Vermouth was, Lin Xi fell silent.
Who can tell her why Vermouth is also at Baijiu Pharmaceutical at this time?
So how can she avoid her past self and reach her?
The penalty for the system's second-level warning is just resetting the progress, but the penalty for the unspecified first-level warning is definitely not light.
But no matter how you think about it, you know that it would be bad if your past self saw your present self.
There will definitely be bugs that cannot be handled.
Thinking of the system's prompt, she clicked on the skill tree.
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Chris lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The blank, undecorated ceiling was illuminated by a single overhead light, casting a cold white light.
She had no strength left. She had just vomited twice, and her white clothes were stained with vomit, which mixed with the smell of disinfectant in the room, only made her want to vomit even more - but Chris no longer had the strength to stand up.
She had just seen her own face reflected in the thick glass window.
——Her face was covered with red rashes, half of it was swollen, the corners of her mouth were inflamed and damaged, and the remaining blood and pus made her look even more miserable.
Is that terrifying monster really me?
Chris felt that her body was gradually rotting away.
Will I rot in this bed? My body will fester, my skin wrapped in melting flesh, and eventually burst open, spilling pus and blood all over the floor, just like the pimples on my face...
Chris was horrified by her own thoughts, yet at the same time felt a strange sense of relief.
To rot in an unknown corner of the world was the worst foreseeable fate for fifteen-year-old Chris - but if this was her fate, Chris would accept it.
At least she had had a good life, and being here was the price she paid for that good life.
Chris turned her head and looked at the glass inside the laboratory.
As an experimental subject, Chris does not have the privacy that a normal person should enjoy - her room, if it can be called a room, has an entire wall made of glass.
It was one-way glass; you could see in from the outside, but not from the inside. Living in a place like this, you never knew when you were being watched, and Chris had long been numb to the invasion of her privacy—she was a guinea pig living in a cage, under the watchful eye and control of others.
One-way glass usually only shows her own reflection.
But this time something different appeared - Chris thought she might be having a death vision, and she saw a figure.
A dark blue silhouette suddenly appeared next to the glass.
Chris recognized the man, a handsome face whose roundness diminished some of its aggression. He was dressed in a suit and carried a cane, the most gentlemanly attire of the day. He was taller than most Japanese people Chris had seen, but not as tall as Europeans and Americans.
His entire body was transparent, with only a small glowing outline at the edge, like a ghost.
"...Are you the God of Death?" Chris murmured, "After I die, can you take me to heaven?"
She was now certain she was going to die.
Otherwise, how can you see the god of death?
…It turns out that the Grim Reaper is so handsome.
Mr. Ghost heard her words, touched his chin with a sense of life, and answered her question seriously: "After a person dies, his ashes will be burned and placed in a jar. If he is still alive, he will be placed in a coffin and buried in the ground. He will not go to heaven or hell."
"Given that you're in a lab, I think the former is more likely - burning to ash is much cheaper than preparing a coffin, and it's also environmentally friendly."
Chris was stunned for a moment.
"Who are you, then?" she asked cautiously. "Are you just my imagination?"
Mr. Ghost stepped on the ground and walked over. "I am a ghost. I actually exist, not your imagination. Let's be more materialistic and not so idealistic, okay? - Although I don't seem to be very materialistic myself. God... You have a high fever, you are almost crazy... No, you have already been crazy."
"I didn't expect to face such a dire situation right after arriving here. It's really difficult... They just let you go like this? If you keep going like this, you won't last more than three days."
Mr. Ghost's hand covered her forehead, bringing a cool feeling.
Chris was surprised to find that she could feel the touch of Mr. Ghost's hand.
She tried very hard to muster her energy and grabbed Mr. Ghost's hand.
——I can really touch it.
She could sense that Mr. Ghost was a little surprised. Chris pursed her lips and moved the hand from the top of her head to the side of her face... When Chris was a child, her mother often pinched her face like this. This gesture made her feel safe.
However, she quickly remembered her current appearance and hurriedly let go of his hand: "I'm sorry, I didn't dirty you..."
But the hand did not move away.
Instead, he pinched her face.
"Your whole body is inflamed. Your immune response is very serious." Under Chris's cautious gaze, Mr. Ghost's eyes showed no disgust. "Let me think about it. Is there any way to cure you? Wait, someone is coming."
Mr. Ghost quickly pulled his hand away and took two steps back to the glass.
The cold feeling disappeared, and Chris felt a little regretful in her heart.
Annoying researcher.
Just as Chris thought, the door opened and it was indeed the researcher who came in.
"Quick, check her condition."
The researcher who came in first was sweating profusely and looked a little anxious.
The researcher behind him was puzzled: "Hasn't Subject No. 3 been abandoned? Why are we still testing her physical condition—"
"It's just a request from above," the leading researcher said impatiently. "Researcher Lin thought the project team couldn't come up with anything, so he disbanded it with a wave of his hand, planning to reorganize it to research something else... and even took Zero with him!"
"Tsk, no matter how much research goes on, there's nothing to be discovered... I think she just wants to steal the precious experimental resources and do her own research!"
"Ahaha, that's not right..." The young researcher scratched his head. "I think Researcher Lin has her own ideas, and she did bring out the real thing..."
"But what she's asking us to do now doesn't make sense." The lead researcher shook his head. "Do you know what she told us?"
"'Focus your final research on the test subject who had a strong rejection reaction, and see if you can restore her normal cellular function. If you can't even repair it without developing new drugs, you should reflect on yourself. Aren't you just useless?' Those were her exact words. But I don't understand. Look at the poor condition of Number Three—"
He pointed at Chris's festering skin and asked, "Even if we expend resources to cure her, will she still be of any value for the experiment?"
"I just don't understand this." The leading researcher shook his head. "Why did she ask us to save this subject? If it wasn't for the experimental data, was it out of so-called 'humanitarianism'?"
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