Chapter 133 Tracking Down: "Are you going to seduce men again?"
Dark clouds hung low.
Sang Li decided to rescue Bai Heng.
Therefore, they found Chi Du.
He is the most suitable candidate.
"You two go and save him."
Lu Jin frowned: "I can go. I'm better at this kind of operation. Bai Heng's communications have location tracking, I can find the coordinates. I don't need anyone else."
Sang Li turned her head and her gaze fell on Chi Du.
Chi Du leaned against the wooden railing, his expression still indifferent.
“You go with Lu Jin.” She pointed.
Chi Du tapped his outer thigh lightly with his fingers, as if he was thinking. He didn't respond immediately, but a very slight smile appeared on his lips: "I always act alone."
His voice was as indifferent as ice on the surface of water, his refusal clear.
Sang Li chose Chi Du because only Chi Du could easily break through so many limitations.
“Come here,” Sang Li said.
A night breeze blew by, ruffling the strands of hair at Sang Li's temples.
"Come back to the house with me."
He turned around and walked straight back without waiting for Ike's response.
Chi Du narrowed his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He followed at a leisurely pace, glancing at Lu Jin with a defiant look.
Lu Jin caught up from behind, his brows furrowed tightly: "I can do it myself, I'm no worse than him at this!"
Sang Li didn't stop walking, only giving him a cold glance.
"Weren't you just injured?"
"..."
They lifted a stone only to drop it on their own foot.
Upon hearing this, Chi Du chuckled with a hint of schadenfreude and ill intent: "Tsk."
The door clicked shut, cutting off the sound of the wind outside.
The dim light cast long shadows of the two people.
Sang Li leaned against the door, lowered her eyes, and said in a much softer voice than before, "Chi Du, I'm the one who wronged him."
Chi Du did not respond immediately, standing there like a statue, and after a long while he finally spoke: "I don't like you speaking up for others."
Sang Li raised her head, her eyes serious to the point of stubbornness: "But really, really, really, can you help me this time?"
Chi Du tilted his head slightly, his black, tousled hair falling down and obscuring his eyes.
He chuckled softly, his voice devoid of warmth: "You actually acted all cute with me for another man."
Sang Li felt a tightness in her chest from what he said, but then she realized that Chi Du wasn't rejecting her; he was just jealous.
She raised an eyebrow and asked softly, "So, do you enjoy it?"
Chi Du's sharp gaze was like a blazing fire, staring straight at her: "I might kill Lu Jin on my way back."
Sang Li seemed to think about it seriously for a moment, then exhaled and replied calmly, "Then it's because he's not as skilled as others."
Chi Du paused for a moment, his voice deep and dark like the undercurrent of night, and chuckled softly, "Li Li, you're getting worse and worse."
Sang Li raised her hand, decisively stopping her: "We'll talk about it when we get back. Stop asking for kisses all the time."
Chi Du paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Okay, I'll calculate the interest."
In the end, Chi Du left with Lu Jin.
The process went more smoothly than I had imagined.
Sang Li watched the two figures disappear into the distance and took a deep breath.
Fei Ling's voice came from behind: "You sent them away, what are you going to do?"
He had been watching closely and sensed that something was wrong with Sang Li.
They're definitely hiding something.
Sang Li glanced at him: "You guessed it?"
Fei Ling snorted: "You've sent everyone away, leaving me all alone. Do you need my help?"
You can't think of yourself as the most useless person.
Sang Li paused for a moment, her eyes brightening: "Can you see any person's memories, or is permission required to see them?"
Fei Ling's eyes lit up for a moment, and she pounced on him, her faint rose scent smelling wonderful: "Any memory, any memory can grow into a memory greenhouse."
Sang Li nodded and said softly, "Okay."
The sea breeze blew, and their hair intertwined.
Fei Ling looked at her, leaned slightly forward, and asked with a playful expression, "So, who would you like to start with?"
Sang Li's gaze was firm: "Let's start with him."
"No, it's the two of them."
Fei Ling didn't know who Sang Li was talking about.
But Sang Li ignored him.
He said he needed some peace and quiet.
Make him ready at any time.
It looks strange.
Sang Li locked herself in her room, the curtains were drawn tightly, and only a few blurry lights and shadows remained in the room.
She didn't speak to anyone for the entire day.
Calm down and focus your attention.
The illusory scene gradually expanded in her mind, like an invisible vine, climbing and growing until the image became so clear that it seemed tangible.
She saw it.
A city of extravagance and debauchery.
Skyscrapers stand tall, neon lights flash, and giant billboards constantly flicker with the fake smiles of models. Dazzling car headlights, deafening crowds, and the clinking of casino chips like a shower of metal. The hotel is opulent, crystal chandeliers hanging down, the light reflecting off the buildings as if it were daytime, the air thick with the mingled scents of perfume and alcohol—a truly immersive experience.
BEAM777.
Exactly the same, yet completely different.
One man stood by the gambling table, his fingers deftly flipping through the chips, his eyes brimming with undisguised interest and arrogance. Another sat not far away, his back ramrod straight, seemingly out of place amidst the surrounding clamor.
It turns out that BEAM-777, like her, was directly deployed into human society.
They are not locked in cold shelters, nor do they need to wear white uniforms. They walk and breathe naturally amidst neon lights and dazzling extravagance, mingling with each other like human beings.
This maximizes the potential of the anomalous entity.
Therefore, they must be exceptionally capable.
However, it also implies something else.
Approaching them is not difficult.
It was even easier than she had imagined.
Sang Li raised her hand and pressed it to her brow. The lingering pain of swirling red smoke in her mind felt like a dull knife slowly cutting through her nerves.
very good.
Get close to them.
Control them.
This must be BEAM's secret weapon.
That's enough for her.
"Feiling, I need to enter the memories of two people."
What are you doing?
"Pretend to be their ideal woman."
"Are you going to seduce men again?"
How dare you speak like that!
"I'll tell on you!"
"You dare?"
***
The night was as dark as ink, and the Milky Way stretched out over the valley.
The dilapidated factory stood alone in the mountain valley, the smell of rust mingling with the stench of blood, like an old wound being reopened. Large patches of blood on the ground had dried, cracking like a black spider web, and the six-pointed stars painted on the walls gleamed a dark red under the starlight.
A tall, slender man stood in the center of the ruins.
His black hair was slightly disheveled, falling over his brow bone. His features were cold and noble, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss. He seemed to blend into the night.
The phone in my pocket vibrated.
He answered the call.
A lazy laugh came from the other end of the phone, the last syllable trailing off casually: "Brother, where did you go?"
The man said calmly, "I didn't go anywhere."
The voice on the other end was very flirtatious: "Did you go to the Red Valley Factory? There was just a bloody incident, and you rushed over to join in the fun. Let me tell you, bro, if you want some excitement, I'll find you a few women. Don't pretend to be so aloof all the time."
The man's lips tightened slightly, his voice calm, already used to teasing: "Yan Jue."
Hearing that he had hit a nerve, the laughter on the other end of the phone suddenly grew louder, as if deliberately provoking him: "Oh, finally you've given yourself away? Yanxi, what are you pretending to be a normal person for? Aren't you always just like me?"
The night wind rose, blowing over the bloodstains and the ruins.
Yan Xi hung up the phone and looked into the darkness.
He really likes the dark.
Quiet.
and.
clean.
The cool sensation on my fingertips spread along my nerves.
He really likes this place.
What others see as horror and filth is, to him, a unique tranquility.
Nightclubs, casinos, and spotlights—that was Yan Jue's world.
Extravagance, fervor, and clamor forever revolve around desire and depravity.
But he doesn't need it.
What he wanted was brutal reality, the extreme traces left in the wasteland.
This place inspires him more than the neon lights of any other city.
This should be the scene of the murder in the recently reported "Satan case".
Blood evokes images of destruction and death, but in Yan Xi's heart, it brings a rare tranquility.
Just as Yan Xi's fingertip was still lingering on that black liquid, he suddenly caught something unusual out of the corner of his eye.
Extremely fast, like an illusion of wind passing by.
Yan Xi's eyes darkened, and he turned and chased after them.
In the dilapidated factory corridors, light and shadow intertwine.
He turned past a peeling cement wall and finally saw it.
A woman.
She stood in the shadows, as if waiting for someone.
The black dress accentuated her slender figure, and her face was so beautiful it almost seemed dangerous. Her eyes, like jewels in the dim light, were so clear they were almost unreal.
He was slightly taken aback, then became excited.
call.
I finally met him this time.
This was a woman Yan Xi had seen many times, but whose name he still didn't know.
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