Chapter 111 Another Ike Wataru: "Stop torturing me..."
Sang Li sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her sore waist and legs. Her fingertips brushed over the marks on her skin, where traces of Chi Du's mark still remained.
Red marks, slight bruises, and a mark on the chest that was almost bitten open but couldn't really be considered a wound.
Sang Li sighed.
Chi Du was truly afraid of disappearing again.
And he really enjoys marking things up.
You shouldn't touch her chest.
It's like taking medicine.
I simply can't control myself.
Sang Li was about to take a shower when she heard Chi Du's voice behind her in a low voice: "I'll go with you."
She turned around, unable to hide the exhaustion in her eyes: "You're too controlling. I'm going to take a shower, not do anything else."
Chi Du simply smiled, a languid and profound smile, with a long-lost sense of relaxation in his eyes.
Sang Li rubbed her temples; her lower back was still aching.
She took a deep breath and told herself that she couldn't party every night. She had to keep the plan firmly in her hands, otherwise even the slightest mistake would cause trouble.
You need to use your brain.
It's not about touching other places.
Sang Li came out of the shower, her wet hair slightly curled, and the steam from the bathroom rushed into the bedroom.
Chi Du leaned against the bed, his clothes half-open, his shoulders and collarbone faintly visible, a posture that seemed ready to provoke someone at any moment, much like the seductive poses of those borderline bloggers.
"Tsk, useless."
Sang Li remained unmoved, her hands folded on her lap, her gaze calm and unaffected by his aura.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her back ramrod straight, and began to refocus her attention on her plans.
Chi Du glanced at her, somewhat helplessly: "Before you lost your memory, you didn't leave any information."
Sang Li hummed in agreement: "That's very much like my cautious style."
She began to sort through the existing clues.
There was so much information that she hadn't even been this serious when she took her college entrance exams. She filtered and pieced it together layer by layer, trying to find the clearest outline.
Chi Du didn't say anything more, just leaned back lazily, his eyes fixed on her.
It looked like they were looking at some fun little animal.
Sang Li writes and draws.
Chi Du didn't say anything either.
I didn't bother you any further.
After a long time, she suddenly stopped writing, turned to look at Chi Du, and tried to see the clues on his face.
"I suddenly remembered something, BEAM-107."
Chi Du raised an eyebrow and asked teasingly, "Why did you choose this number? Have you been living as a human for too long?"
"No, I was thinking about your file."
Chi Du: "What? What's so praiseworthy about those files written by those good-for-nothings? Your Lu Jin always manages to lose you. In my eyes, BEAM is nothing."
Sang Li: "No, your records show that you existed as early as the 18th century."
She remembered that such a thing happened.
Lu Jin mentioned this when he first met Raven.
They said he seemed to be some kind of serial killer.
Ike Watari: "So?"
Sang Li: "You're not the Ripper, are you?"
Ike Watari: ?
Ike Watari: "Do I look like it?"
Sang Li waved her hand: "Then it seems there's only one explanation for now."
Ike Watari: "What is it?"
Sang Li clutched her chest: "So you're not an old cow eating young grass, are you?"
"..."
"Back then, I was just a minor, while you're a three-hundred-year-old monster!"
Chi Du was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing when he realized that Sang Li was joking: "How could you think of me like that? Or have you developed some strange hobby lately?"
"Hello!"
"To be precise, you are the one who is several hundred years old..."
"What?"
"my sweetheart."
Sang Li resisted the urge to slap Chi Du.
She's heard the word "love" far too many times today.
Sang Li tilted her head and squinted her eyes: "So, what exactly happened?"
Chi Du: "When you were on the run, you said you wanted to visit the scene of a famous murder case from the 18th century."
Sang Li frowned, finding it unbelievable: "Incredible, was I really that into heavy-handed before?"
Chi Du nodded: "Yes, so you went."
Sang Li blinked, half-believing, half-doubting: "So, you really can go back to the past? Then... then why don't you go and save yourself?"
Chi Du was silent for a moment: "If the future cannot be changed, you and I will both disappear. The past is fixed, that's the fact, nothing more. People can only look forward. Moreover, I can't just travel to the past at will; I can only go to places where there is an anchor point. Sloan was a person from the 18th century; his abnormal energy remains there, which is why we have the opportunity to go. As for your and my past, there are no anchor points, so we can't go in. And if it triggers a butterfly effect, these are all consequences we don't want to see."
“What happened?” Sang Li asked.
Chi Du thought for a moment and said, "It's nothing."
Sang Li felt that Chi Du was lying, but that wasn't important at the moment.
It seems he doesn't want to recall that past.
Anchor point.
Because there are anchor points, you can travel to that point in time at any time.
Sang Li: "I think I know."
The 18th century must have been a clue left by himself.
"I want to go take a look."
"Now?"
"Now."
Chi Du pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Alright, we can go now."
Sang Li asked curiously, "I thought you didn't want to."
Chi Du: "You can go back, but you have to follow my orders."
Sang Li: "Of course. By the way, will we see our past selves?"
Chi Du found Sang Li's questioning manner strangely adorable. Without those terrible memories, she seemed like an innocent and naive little girl.
He explained, “Yes, because we are recorded, seen, and left as evidence, so it has become an established fact that cannot be changed. But that is not us; it is just a fragment of history. It is not something you can interact with, and history is not real. You have simply traveled into a plot that cannot be changed at all. When we travel to the past, we also become part of history. Moreover, we cannot stay for too long. My logic is to travel through cracks, not through time and space. Cracks have limits.”
Sang Li frowned: "Okay, but won't meeting cause something like time collapse?"
Chi Du's eyes darkened: "Then let's not meet."
Sang Li nodded gently: "Okay."
Chi Du turned his head to look at her.
"Are you... harboring some ill intentions?"
"I just find my former self quite novel."
Chi Du reached out and wrapped his arms around Sang Li's waist: "Hold me tight and close your eyes."
Sang Li obediently pressed herself against his chest and rubbed against him.
Chi Du gasped, "You don't need to hug me so tightly, otherwise we won't be able to leave."
"..."
Sang Li: "You can actually do that?"
Ike Watari: "Don't say men can't do it."
The surroundings spun around me, as if the whole world was enveloped by the sea, and all I could hear was the roaring sound of rushing water.
Sang Li clung tightly to Chi Du. To be honest, the feeling of crossing the rift wasn't very pleasant.
Just as her body and consciousness were being completely swallowed up, she suddenly smelled a pungent stench mixed with the salty smell of seawater.
No, it doesn't smell like seawater, it smells like swill.
arrive.
We have arrived at our destination.
Sang Li suddenly opened her eyes and her first reaction was to cover her nose tightly with her hand.
The street was so narrow it looked like a squeezed ditch, and the houses on both sides were dilapidated and old, with unidentified liquids even dripping from the windows.
Even more deadly was that the streets were littered with excrement, sewage flowed everywhere, and the stench of decay mixed with mud was even dirtier and more chaotic than Sang Li had imagined.
"Hiss!" Sang Li was on the verge of collapse. "No way? It's really here!"
She couldn't help but cling to Chi Du's body, wanting to hang herself up on him and climb onto his shoulder so that her feet wouldn't have to touch the ground!
Chi Du chuckled, hooked his arm around her, and scooped her up horizontally, holding her securely in his arms.
"What, you're disgusted? Do you have OCD?"
Sang Li's eyes reddened from the smell, and she covered her nose tightly, her voice muffled: "I should have known to wear rain boots. The air here smells so bad, I feel like I'll get cholera just from taking a breath."
Chi Du looked down at her, who looked like she was about to faint, and smiled broadly: "So delicate."
"Watch out or I'll grab a handful and smear it in your face!"
Chi Du chuckled at her threat: "Alright, alright, I wouldn't dare. But first, you'll have to catch him."
"Oh."
Chi Du looked ahead, his eyes slowly darkening. He remembered this place.
This is the place he and Sang Li had visited before.
"Put me down." Sang Li patted him.
Now is not the time to complain.
Sang Li landed.
She looked around and asked, "Where to?"
Chi Du: "Go two blocks ahead, then turn into that alley. There's a serial murder case there. It's the one you saw in the file. I don't know why BEAM was so stupid as to write that experience into the file."
"So this proves that we did it on purpose."
As she spoke, she saw the gray sky above her head, with several ravens perched on the eaves, their dark shadows chilling, like witnesses specially waiting for this theater.
As expected.
It must have been arranged by "Chi Du" who came here before, otherwise how could evidence have been left behind and then discovered by BEAM later?
It was because it was written into the archives that I was able to find it.
This is a cause-and-effect relationship that is difficult to explain.
Sang Li followed in Chi Du's footsteps, tiptoeing along the muddy black road.
About a minute later, Chi Du suddenly stopped and hesitated for a moment.
"Wait, not now."
Sang Li frowned: "Why?"
Why did you suddenly stop moving forward?
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that the tips of Chi Du's ears were turning red little by little, and the redness spread along the lines to his neck.
"?"
Sang Li blinked, a vague feeling that something was wrong.
She leaned forward, trying to peek over Chi Du's shoulder.
Just then, a faint, low panting sound came from the other side of the alley.
It was a man's voice, accompanied by suppressed groans.
Sang Li was stunned, almost thinking she had misheard.
Don't listen.
Chi Du covered Sang Li's ears.
Sang Li insisted on listening, and acted as quickly as a rabbit.
Chi Du didn't have time to cover Sang Li's ears or shield her eyes!
They saw us!
Sang Li's pupils suddenly contracted, and she stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.
She saw it.
That was myself, or more accurately, the "Sang Li" of the past.
Dressed in elaborate European aristocratic gowns, the layers of lace resembled a flamboyant rose, alluring yet dangerous under the night sky.
And Ike Watari...
"Past Chidu" leaned against the damp, cold brick wall, his shirt collar wide open, the fabric draped messily over his shoulders as if it had been torn. His face was flushed, his eyes were moist, he bit his lip, and he was breathing heavily, unable to contain his emotions.
That expression was almost unlike the Chi Du she knew; rather, it was like someone pushed to the brink, pleading with trembling hands.
"Sang Li..." his voice was hoarse, almost choked with sobs, "Stop torturing me..."
However, "Sang Li" was just laughing.
Sang Li: !
She felt as if her bloodline was awakening.
Ike Watari: ...
not good.
The little rose I finally raised has grown back to its delicate form, but why is it going to grow crooked again?
However.
Sang Li simply smiled, approaching step by step, looking down at the man in front of her like a judge who controls everything.
“You can fight back,” she said softly.
Chi Du looked up, his gaze seemingly misty with tears. He stared at Sang Li's face, clenching his teeth as if he were using all his strength to hold himself together: "I will keep my word."
He was breathing rapidly, as if bound tightly by some invisible shackles, and complained as his chest heaved, "You used to be a lovely little girl."
Just as Sang Li was about to try, Chi Du seized the opportunity and carried her away from the crime scene.
She was still immersed in the scene she had just witnessed. She never imagined that she would leave behind such a "dark history" in the 18th century.
She stiffly turned her head to look at Chi Du beside her.
"..."
Chi Du's ears were so red they were practically bleeding, and he didn't even dare to look her in the eye.
Sang Li's breathing quickened, and her throat tightened: "This is the serial murder case you were talking about?!"
"no!"
Chi Du was getting anxious.
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