Chapter 92 92 Nan Shaochen
Tu Lanxun didn't bother to ask further, "Is it okay?"
N said, "Okay, it's worthless. I know everything he knows."
N's hand left Qingcha's neck. He was badly injured and tried to run away, but was blocked by two shadows, one white and one black, that suddenly appeared in front of him.
The female ghost in a white suit and the male ghost in a black robe looked indifferent. The former held a long sickle. Tu Lanxun took a half step back and said, "Please use it."
The sickle flashed with cold light and chopped down diagonally. Qingcha didn't even let out a scream before the sickle cut her into two big pieces again, and then she was put into the sleeve of the male ghost in the black robe.
Somehow, Tu Lanxun felt that the white-black ghost's eyes had some spirit in them.
"They're taking supplements," N said. "Killing the souls of those who violate the law and commit crimes is a kind of nourishment for them."
In other words, if these two impermanence ghosts judge enough evil ghosts, maybe they will be able to regain their sanity one day?
Tu Lanxun tried to strike up a conversation: "Hi, how are you? Can you hear me?"
The female ghost in the white suit gave him an emotionless look without any reaction, and then she and the male ghost disappeared together.
"Let's go." Tu Lanxun said.
N smiled and said, "They need time."
Now that Qingcha's problem was resolved, was Nan Shaochen truly dead? Tu Lanxun closed her eyes and could still see a faint spark of fire, the last remaining trace of Nan Shaochen's soul. She sighed with regret.
Tu Lanxun raised her hand and caught a spark. It wasn't hot, but rather had a cool, dry quality. Unwilling to give up, she jumped around to catch the sparks, bouncing up and down for several minutes before finally gathering them in her palm.
N sighed. "It's useless. His soul is destined to return to the source of collective consciousness."
"What is the origin of collective consciousness?" Tu Lanxun asked. "It's like a pot of soup. Each soul is a ball of water. When you throw it in, it becomes invisible. Then, when you scoop it out, it becomes a new soul that has been reincarnated."
N said, “Yes.”
No one can tell whether the soul after reincarnation is still the same as before, because there is no way to know whether a drop of water or even a ball of water can maintain its original boundaries after it merges into a big pot.
Tu Lanxun said, "But he hasn't left yet."
N then looked at her.
What Tu Lanxun was holding in his hand was... a little sugar man?
The little man was only the size of a palm, and his features were exactly the same as Nan Shaochen's, but he looked listless, had no ability to understand words, and did not respond to the outside world, but would crawl around on the hand very cutely.
Tu Lanxun said, "I made it from the remaining fragments of his soul."
N: “…”
The look in his eyes was different. To Tu Lanxun, fusing souls was like adding water to mud. He pondered, "Perhaps you possess... a quality that can provide gravity for souls?"
For example, N himself was also locked within 20.22 meters of Tu Lanxun. He thought it was the necklace that caused the problem, but now it seems that is not the case.
"I'm so awesome." Tu Lanxun said, "Now where can I find other soul fragments?"
N replied, "It hasn't even been two hours since Nan Shaochen was torn apart, so it should still be in time. But the problem is, soul fragments don't have personalities. They're like plastic bags blown by the wind, they can go anywhere."
Tu Lanxun walked out: "Where does the wind usually blow?"
N said, "I don't know. But if I had to guess, it might be the most memorable part of his life."
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Xiao Zhang and the other two were waiting anxiously in the car. Just when they were about to rush in, a message from Tu Lanxun finally came through their cell phone: He's coming out, everything is safe.
As soon as they met, Officer Cao asked, "What's the situation inside?"
"The thing that harmed people has been solved." Tu Lanxun said, earning everyone's awe-inspiring looks, "But there's something wrong with Nan Shaochen's soul."
"What's the problem?"
"It was... torn into pieces." Tu Lanxun found it difficult to explain this to normal people. "We have to go look for it now, but we may not be able to find it back." She tried her best to give a warning.
Officer Cao got in the car. After a long silence, everyone decided to go to Nan Shaochen's home in Tang City first.
He introduced: "His family has lived in three places. The one where he was born has been demolished. When he was a teenager, he moved to a commercial housing complex. Later, when Nan Shaochen debuted and made money, he bought a bigger house for his family. The latter two are both in the south of Tang City, which is quite convenient."
The group first arrived at Nan Shaochen's new house, a finely decorated villa. His family was still asleep and the lights were off.
Before entering, Officer Cao confirmed with Wei Fufu that nothing had happened in the ward, then turned back and said, "Nan Shaochen comes from a single-parent family. His grandparents and mother currently live in this house, and his uncle also lived here before."
There were elderly people in the house, and they knocked on the door much more lightly. Tu Lanxun closed his eyes and looked over, only to see faint sparks gathered on the second floor, like fireflies living under the eaves.
"Who is it?" The doorbell screen lit up, and the figures of Tu Lanxun and his group were framed in the camera.
An Feng was about to speak when Officer Cao stopped him. He whispered, "There are paparazzi all around his house now..."
Tu Lanxun couldn't help but pull off his mask.
Officer Cao said, "It's me."
I recognized Officer Cao's voice from inside the door, and soon the door opened. A haggard-looking middle-aged woman in silk pajamas came out to greet me. "Oh, Officer Cao... and who are you?"
Officer Cao waved his hand and said, "My colleague, let's go in and talk."
Nan Shaochen's mother welcomed them into the study, served them a pot of hot tea, and said with a low brow as she set the cups, "I'm sorry for the poor hospitality. My mom and dad are old, and they don't sleep well, so we can only host you here."
"It's okay." Xiao Zhang said cheerfully, "We came here today... to check Nan Shaochen's personal belongings. Can you take us to his room?"
An Feng added, "Any items we collect as evidence will be archived, so please don't worry."
Nan Shaochen's mother was used to it. She just straightened up and said after a moment's hesitation, "Could you officers tell me the truth? Our Chenchen...isn't having a mental breakdown, right?"
Her face was pale, with a strange and terrifying expression. After she finished speaking, she covered her mouth with tears welling up in her eyes.
"We can't be sure right now," Xiao Zhang said vaguely, "We need further investigation before we can make any inferences."
Xiao Zhang couldn't help but lower his eyes as he spoke, his gaze fixed on Tu Lanxun's knees. No one was sure whether Nan Shaochen could "come back to life."
Nan Shaochen's mother covered her mouth with a tissue and lowered her head to lead them upstairs. Tu Lanxun, with her hands in her pockets, could slightly feel the coolness of the miniature Nan Shaochen.
N walked beside her and said in a voice no one could hear: "Nan Shaochen's soul fragments are all gathered on the second floor, probably in his own bedroom."
Nan Shaochen's bedroom was a little beyond the group's expectations. They had imagined an art space with a rich sense of design, and also imagined an exhibition hall full of high-end luxury goods, but they had never imagined that there was nothing in Nan Shaochen's bedroom.
There was just a bed with plain sheets and a silly little piggy bank on the bedside table.
Other than that, there's a wooden desk and a few film-related books. This is too minimalist, not even minimalist.
Nan Shaochen's mother burst into tears the moment she entered the room. Unable to resist, she opened her closet, only one-third full. They were all Nan Shaochen's personal clothes. The styles weren't cheap, but they were surprisingly simple, like the clothes an ordinary boy would wear. For his income, they were simply too frugal.
"He's really a very good child." Nan Shaochen's mother sobbed. "He suffered a lot since his debut. Most of the money he earned in the past few years was given to his family. He's not picky about food or clothes. He said he loves the food I cook the most..."
She turned to Tu Lanxun and his group and suddenly bowed deeply: "I know things are not that simple, but please, you must save him. I beg you!"
The group couldn't help but feel sympathy. Xiao Zhang gently put his arm around Nan Shaochen's mother, and together with Officer Cao, they took the man out to persuade him. Only Tu Lanxun and An Feng were left in the room, and the former seized the opportunity to get to work.
She climbed onto the chair, then walked up to the windowsill, and raised her hand with a high-risk move to pick up the light spots attached to the ceiling.
During this process, Tu Lanxun actually closed his eyes.
An Feng couldn't see N holding her up from below, and was so frightened that she rushed over to block Tu Lanxun. She put her other arm around her legs and placed it between Tu Lanxun and the window, fearing that she would fall. "Be careful, be careful!"
Tu Lanxun couldn't see, but she knew there was a living, steaming person beside her, coincidentally overlapping with the one emitting cold air. She heard N mutter something unhappily. The corners of her mouth curled up.
I picked off all the light spots on the ceiling and gathered them in my palm. My arms were sore from lifting the blue ox. I opened my eyes, jumped down, and moved my neck left and right to suppress the feeling of seeing stars.
N said emotionally, "I'm lacking exercise. I'll start my morning run of 5 kilometers tomorrow."
Tu Lanxun turned a deaf ear to him, picked up the light spots, and stuck them back onto the mini Nan Shaochen figure one by one. The little soul was growing bigger, from the size of a palm to the size of a bottle of iced black tea.
But it is still not enough, far from enough.
N took a look and commented, "If we put him back in this state, he'd probably be able to cry, laugh, and be fed. But forget about the rest."
Isn't that just an undeveloped baby?
Tu Lanxun took a breath and said, "Let's go to the next place."
They went out to thank Nan Shaochen's mother. Xiao Zhang was standing aside awkwardly. Officer Cao tried to mediate, but he couldn't get a word in.
The two elderly people who were light sleepers were finally awakened. They stood at the door of the master bedroom and cast fierce eyes outside, but they were weak inside because they were not looking at Officer Cao and Xiao Zhang, but at their daughter, Nan Shaochen's mother.
"It's late at night! Can't I sleep?" the old man said angrily. When he got angry, he was like many old men, with a cold face, glaring, and slamming things. He had a kind of arrogant attitude that made the other party look down on him, as if he was speaking a principle, not an emotion, and the whole world was unworthy of the principle he represented.
The old lady's tone was less sharp, a touch of grievance, but more gentle. She asked, "When will your brother come back? I haven't seen him in several days... It's unlucky to stay in the hospital for too long. The magnetic field is bad."
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