"Who died in the tunnel?"
Shi Si and Hua Bi turned around when they heard the sound, only to see Shi Youxi, who should have been asleep, standing straight behind them, blood streaming from the needle marks on his hands.
Shi Si: "Young Master, how did you wake up?" He was given a sedative, so how could he wake up so quickly?
The boy's eyes drooped at the corners, and his phoenix eyes were now dull and lifeless as he stared intently at Shi Si: "Tell me, who died..."
Shi Si and the tattooed man exchanged a glance, unable to hide it any longer, "She is... a maid who works in the Shi family."
"...His surname is Mu."
After saying that, Shi Si and Hua Bi were both prepared for the boy to throw a tantrum, and Shi Si even held an emergency call button in his hand.
To their surprise, the boy surprised them greatly, a broad smile spreading across his dejected face: "Hahaha, you're saying, my sister is dead?"
"No way, you must be lying to me, you must be lying to me."
The boy began scratching himself haphazardly, his fingernails leaving scratches on his skin, some of which even drew blood.
"Young Master." Shi Si couldn't bear it and went up to grab the boy's hand.
"No way, you're lying to me!"
"Shi Si! Shi Si, please take me to see my sister, please take me, I want to see her..."
This was the first time the boy had asked Shi Si for help, or rather, Shi Youxi, who had never even asked his parents for help since birth, was now bending down his proud body in desperation to ask an adopted son of the Shi family for help.
Shi Si couldn't bring herself to refuse. At that moment, Shi Youxi was like a porcelain doll, ready to shatter at any moment.
"The body has been handed over to the police, and because it was burned for so long, it is now..."
"His face is no longer visible."
"......"
The boy was pale, his thin body bent over, and he began to convulse violently, coughing and coughing.
There was a bloodstain on the ground.
"Young Master!"
"Go get the doctor!"
Shi Youxi spread his hands, his palms stained with blood. In a daze, he remembered the night he first met Mu Yiran, when his hands were also stained with blood.
The girl's warm fingertips caressed the wound, and she even breathed on it to ease Shi Youxi's pain.
"It hurts so much..."
Sister, it hurts so much.
This time, however, no one answered his calls. With a final murmur, Shi Youxi could no longer bear it and fainted.
"...The injuries from the beatings have mostly healed. The blood he vomited was due to residual blood clots in his body, caused by the young master inhaling too much smoke."
"Doctor, what about the head?" Shi Si glanced at the boy who was drawing on the bed. Ever since Shi Youxi woke up, he had been in this state, closed off in his own world, not letting anyone in or coming out.
Shi Si never imagined that the death of a maid would have such a great impact on the young master.
In the past, he couldn't remember anyone except the butler. When did he become so close to a maid?
The doctor took out a brain CT scan. "We mentioned during the previous examination that you had suffered a mild concussion due to multiple blows, and there were small bruises in your brain."
“The accumulation of blood clots may cause memory confusion or selective memory loss in patients.”
The butler lowered his voice, "You mean... the young master's current state might be due to memory confusion?"
Doctor: "Very likely, given the unusual behavior you mentioned, I suggest you have a psychiatrist assess the situation."
Shi Si became serious: "No! Let's put that aside for now. Please keep the young master's condition in mind."
After the doctor left, the butler looked at Shi Si with suspicion: "Why didn't you let a psychiatrist take a look? The young master's condition is so bad..."
Shi Si bit her lip in distress and didn't reply.
After the birthday party, someone saw Bai Shengsheng and Cheng Mo holding hands, and rumors of Madam Shi's infidelity were already flying around in the industry.
Moreover, Bai Shengsheng's condition has relapsed, and it's even more serious than before.
If, at this point, it were revealed that the young master also had mental health issues, not only would it damage the Shi family's external image, but the restless shareholders within the company would also cause trouble.
“Sigh…” The butler shook his head. He was just an employee and couldn’t say anything. “The prosecutor is here. He wants to ask the young master some questions.”
“Let him in,” Shi Si said, looking at the boy who was still drawing in his notebook. “We won’t get anything out of him anyway.”
As Shi Si said, no matter what questions the prosecutor asked Shi Youxi, the boy did not answer; it was as if there was a barrier between them.
"Uh, okay, one last question." The prosecutor pulled out a photograph.
"This is the deceased, Mu Ran. May I ask if you saw her in the tunnel before the attack, young master?"
The photo was placed in front of the boy. The prosecutor's sudden action caught Shi Si off guard. Just as he was about to take the photo away, the boy pressed it down.
"Who...is this?"
"It was Mu Ran, Miss Mu. She had been working for the Shi family for four months until her death in the fire last week—"
"No! This isn't my sister!"
Shi Youxi stared intently at the person in the photo.
The woman in the photo is clearly the maid who lured him to the back door before he was attacked by Bao Huiyi.
Everyone around was startled. Shi Youxi stared wide-eyed, as if trying to pierce through the person in the photo. "This isn't my sister! My sister doesn't look like this!"
Shi Si thought that Shi Youxi had been provoked, so he quickly asked the prosecutor to leave.
"Shi Si! Shi Si, this isn't my sister. My sister doesn't look like this."
Shi Youxi suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, "My sister is still alive!"
He lifted the covers to get out of bed.
"Young Master, what's wrong? This is Mu Ran. This is what Mu Ran looks like. Miss Mu's parents have also confirmed it—"
"I said no! She's not!"
With the dispute unresolved, Shi Si called over the butler, "I haven't seen Mu Ran much and don't remember her. Butler, please come and see if this is what Miss Mu looks like."
The butler took the photo and exclaimed, "This...it is indeed Miss Mu."
The photo shows Mu Ran's ID picture; she has an ordinary, unremarkable face.
“I told you my sister doesn’t look like this! My sister is beautiful, like a doll… She’s not this person.”
Shi Youxi grabbed the notebook in her hand and shoved it in front of the two of them, "This is my sister, not her. My sister isn't dead..."
The butler and Shi Si were both stunned when they saw the girl in the painting.
The person in the painting looks exactly like Yifei and that woman, but they have absolutely no connection.
What kind of filter is so powerful? The young master is truly bewitched.
Shi Si felt this wouldn't do; he couldn't let Shi Youxi continue to deceive himself like this.
"Young Master still doesn't believe it? Then call everyone in the villa to come and identify them. There are also surveillance cameras. Although they may not be very clear, there are still angles from which you can see their faces."
Shi Youxi was in a state of excitement because Mu Yiran was still alive. All his things had been brought over. Shi Youxi opened his previous sketchbook, which contained various drawings of Mu Yiran that he had made over the past four months.
"This is my older sister! She's not dead yet!"
Shi Si glanced at the girl locked in an iron cage in the picture book, "...Young Master, let's make a decision after everyone arrives."
In the evening, all the servants from the villa came to the hospital, except for one who "didn't recognize Mu Ran and didn't know what she looked like."
The rest of the people said the same thing as Shi Si: "Mu Ran looks like this."
"We've checked the surveillance footage, and it's definitely this person."
"The person you drew has never been in the villa, young master."
Shi Si looked at the boy who was still operating the computer and said helplessly, "Young Master, stop looking. We've searched all the files on your computer. There are no other stored videos except those from before August."
"Are you sure you're not mistaken, or is this just a dream you had while you were unconscious—"
The computer was smashed at his feet.
Shi Youxi looked at him coldly: "So you're saying I'm mentally ill and don't even have a sister?"
"You think I'm lying to you?"
Shi Youxi grabbed the sketchbooks and the jewelry made by Mu Yiran, "Then tell me, where did these come from? I drew them out of thin air!"
Shi Si subconsciously wanted to say that you might really be sick, but considering his own safety, he chose to keep quiet.
All the evidence now suggests that the person in the painting is indeed someone Shi Youxi fabricated out of thin air.
The young master's current condition is so similar to that of the madam when she fell ill. Could it be... that this disease is really hereditary?
Shi Youxi continued searching quickly on his computer. He had previously installed several surveillance cameras in Mu Yiran's room, and he recorded each one and saved it in a document.
Shi Youxi was certain that her sister was still alive.
He will find her; he will definitely find her.
…
Shenzhen-Hong Kong International Hospital.
After Mu Yiran repeatedly confirmed with him, she realized that although she had been hit by the electric bike, her head was not injured, only slightly scratched.
The condition that might have triggered the time travel was that Weibo post and the bracelet. The post is no longer available, but the bracelet still exists.
To ensure she was in the same state as before, Mu Yiran asked Lin Ran to prescribe some calming medication, claiming she was frightened.
He took the medicine, put on the bracelet, and left a text message for Mo Mumu on his phone, just in case she really succeeded in time travel, he hoped that his heart would stop and he would burn her.
Mu Yiran lay on the bed, trying to calm herself down and slowly drifted into sleep.
"Creak—"
The sound of the door being pulled open made Mu Yiran open her eyes to find herself in a pitch-black place.
Upon closer inspection, it was a tunnel, a charred tunnel that had been burned.
"I'm back in the past?!"
Nice!
Unexpectedly, she traveled back in time so easily. Mu Yiran felt both amazed and excited. Putting everything else aside, she needed to find Shi Youxi immediately.
I wonder how that kid fared during the day I was away.
But before she could even step out, the person she had been longing for appeared in front of her.
The boy's figure appeared in front of Mu Yiran.
"Holy crap! Young master, how did you know I was here? You look so thinner than I've seen you in just one day!"
Mu Yiran ran up to the boy and excitedly started rambling on, but Shi Youxi acted as if he hadn't heard her at all.
Shi Youxi's gaze fell lightly on her, then shifted, and he walked past Mu Yiran into the deeper area.
Mu Yiran: "?"
He turned around abruptly.
"Wait, Shi Youxi, you don't remember me, do you...?" Mu Yiran turned around and tried to grab the other person, but her hand passed right through Shi Youxi's body.
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