"A-Jiu, may I call you that?"
Fu Jiu, who was leaning on her shoulder, chuckled: "Of course."
"Let's make a deal."
...
A dimly lit room, a rectangular table, and seven seats.
The surrounding walls are covered with various decorations of different styles, mixed together in a chaotic manner, like disassembled and randomly reassembled parts from different parts, messy and eerie.
The faint light from the vintage light bulb illuminated the faces of different people around the table, creating different angles, different light and shadow, and different expressions.
"Snap, snap, snap..." This is Wei An repeatedly stabbing the dagger into the table and then pulling it out.
"Tap." That was the sound of the young lady sitting opposite him putting down her red tea, disturbed by the noise.
All seven seats were occupied.
Chang Le was sitting in one of the seats at one end.
To Chang Le's left and right are Ye Buqi and Tu Tu, with Wei An to Tu Tu's side, and the young lady and the madman to Ye Buqi's side.
On the other side, where the light barely reaches, and also where the back is to the door, sits a person whose face is obscured.
His face was black, except for a pair of striking golden eyes and a head of long, snow-white hair, like snow cascading down from the Milky Way in the night.
That's Fu Jiu.
The seven people had different expressions, appearing disconnected, as if they were in different worlds despite being in the same space.
This is the "central control room".
"Click".
The door behind Fu Jiu suddenly opened, and a ray of white light slanted in through the crack.
Fu Jiu chuckled softly: "Chang Le."
Ye Buqi turned to look at her: "It's time to wake up."
...
November 15th.
Kyushu College,
Goubuli Villa
Chang Le's room.
The midday sun struggled to pry open the gap in the heavy curtains, and a thin, weak ray fell onto the floor, cutting through the darkness. Even from a distance, that extremely thin ray of light still stung Chang Le's eyes.
After all, they hadn't seen the light for four days.
Four days, it's been four days already.
That night, she left the Chaoxi Laboratory in a daze, not knowing where to go, and subconsciously ended up here.
Then, here, lying on the cold floor, I spent four incredibly quiet days.
Chang Le stared at the ceiling, her head spinning from mental stress and hunger, but she knew clearly that it would be four days from now.
After recovering all her memories from when she was four or five years old until now, more than ten years later, all her abilities gradually returned to her control, including...
The [time-based ability] in Shen Fuguang's Reverse Scale is also subtly merging with her.
So now, she is also very sensitive to time and naturally perceives a kind of mysterious control.
But she can't stay in bed any longer. She's only giving herself four days to calm down and think things through; there's still a lot to do.
Chang Le tried to move her body, but felt stiff and out of control.
She could only activate her innate supernatural power, allowing the active energy to flow through all the acupoints of her body.
Chang Le was drawing in the cold air.
This feeling was truly unbearable, like a muscle cramp, the pain and itchiness of the sole of the foot being pulled, or the sensation of flesh and blood growing back, magnified many times over. Chang Le endured it without making a sound, and soon he was covered in sweat.
"Beep beep—"
A notification came through the communicator.
Chang Le had regained feeling in his limbs. He raised his hand and turned his head to look, only to find it was a call from Kulei. Chang Le moved his other hand to answer, but his movement was too slow, and before he could reach it, the call was disconnected.
Once the page appeared, Chang Le realized there were hundreds of missed calls, not to mention unread messages.
Since last night alone, we've received over thirty calls from people at Goubuli, starting with Fu Heqing, Hua Xiange, and Hua Anning.
Chang Le sat up, his body feeling like it was half-buried, took a breath, and called back to Kulai, who answered instantly.
"Lele!!" Kulei's scream jolted Chang Le's mind back to normal.
"It's me." Chang Le tried to control her breathing, but she still couldn't completely hide the weakness in her voice.
Kulei was both worried and angry: "What happened to you? How are you? Are you injured or sick? Your voice sounds off! I've called so many times all day and you haven't answered. Are you in your apartment...?"
"Kurai," Bai Xie interrupted her helplessly, "Are you going to let Lele speak?"
Kulei then stopped.
Chang Le said softly, "I had a minor problem at the apartment, but I'm fine. I just don't want to be disturbed, so I've been staying here."
Bai Xie continued, "We just landed, and we'll be at the academy in about half an hour."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
After Chang Le finished speaking, Kulai wanted to ask something, but Chang Le noticed the red on the ground and spoke first: "Kulai, I'll tell you when we get back."
Kulei swallowed back all his questions and worries: "Okay, we'll be back soon, don't be afraid, we're all here!"
After hanging up, Chang Le glanced at the messages from others, only replying to Fu Heqing with "It's okay, wait for my message," and ignored the others.
She stood up, leaning against the wall, but her legs were still numb and barely obeyed her commands, so she had to stand for a while to recover.
Chang Le turned his head and glanced at the blood on the ground. He wiped his back and, sure enough, there was dried blood.
She looked around the room again.
The once neat and cozy room is now a mess, with tables and chairs overturned, fragments scattered all over the floor, and everything in disarray. Looking back at where he had been lying, fragments of vines and tentacles lay scattered in a pool of blood.
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