Chapter 54 She Will Die "Just Hold It in Your Mouth"
After Bai Heng closed the door, he immediately activated the encrypted communication.
I can't get through.
What did Lu Jin do?
What serious situation has occurred at the Administration Bureau?
never mind.
Let's leave that for now.
He started researching.
Then, make a phone call every twenty minutes.
Sang Li will sleep for a long time; those medications will ensure her vital signs remain stable.
Both are very powerful medicines.
However, for Sang Li, he could only ensure her stability for a short period, enough to last until tonight. But after tonight, the drug would develop resistance, and she would no longer be able to use it. He had to find a solution in the short term, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Even if the Bureau intervened, they couldn't find a solution.
He originally didn't want to use it unless there were special circumstances.
Bai Heng had a headache; the problem seemed even more troublesome than when he first gave Sang Li a full-body examination.
Two hours later.
The call was finally rejected.
On the other side, Lu Jin hadn't spoken yet.
Bai Heng then heard a very loud alarm.
"Alert: A collective anomaly has occurred in the T-level anomaly management area. The safety lock has broken, and some anomalies have lost contact."
"Repeated: Level T area out of control, immediately stand by on the spot."
The background noise was mixed with a series of piercing alarm sounds, as well as the sound of BEAM personnel running at full speed.
Lu Jin, who had just been giving instructions, was still breathing heavily and appeared somewhat agitated: "Speak, I have five minutes."
“Lu Jin,” Bai Heng said in a serious tone, without any pleasantries, “have you checked Sang Li’s stats recently?”
"I've checked."
As soon as Lu Jin finished speaking, a hurried echo came from the other end of the phone, along with a researcher's shout: "Number 14-B has lost contact! The isolation chamber in Zone 3 has exploded! Get the suppressors on!"
The situation sounds very urgent.
Lu Jin's voice was a little dry, and he spoke very quickly: "Her condition has been normal recently. The data after she came out of the painting last night was also synced to you from the terminal. But since she got home last night, her emotions have been fluctuating a lot. Before that, her emotions were stable, her mental state was good, and there was no problem. What happened on your end?"
Bai Heng pressed his earpiece, his gaze fixed intently on the data interface that had been fluctuating just moments before: "Her emotional fluctuations caused the indicators to spike dramatically, and they're now approaching 337."
"……What?"
Lu Jin's voice rose noticeably: "Are you sure it's not an instrument malfunction? How could this level of anomaly occur!"
The number 337 left Lu Jin's mind blank for a moment.
That's way too high.
He has never seen more than 300 abnormalities in his career.
Moreover, it's just Sang Li.
Sang Li was just an ordinary girl.
“I’ve retested her three times,” Bai Heng said calmly. “It’s not just a matter of rising anymore; her fluctuation value is dropping back down at a rate of 0.5 per minute. After she went out of control, all her values either decreased or increased in the opposite direction. She’s currently consuming herself, and I suspect that the surge in abnormal numbers is caused by the energy generated from this consumption.”
"Damn it." Lu Jin cursed under his breath, as if he had smashed something.
Bai Heng didn't interrupt him. After a few seconds of silence, he continued, "Do you know what this means? Her energy layer is already collapsing and will enter a self-destructive annihilation. She will die, Lu Jin."
silence.
After Bai Heng finished speaking, Lu Jin was momentarily dazed.
The word "death" is too heavy.
It's just a fever.
How could Sang Li die? Besides, Sang Li had never had any health problems before.
Lu Jin fell completely silent.
The entire call was reduced to the constant flashing of alarm lights.
“I noticed her fluctuations were unusual from the moment we first found her,” Bai Heng recalled. “But she quickly returned to normal, so we didn’t investigate. Now you have to tell me what exactly happened last night.”
Lu Jin's Adam's apple bobbed as he said without any hesitation, "We kissed."
Bai Heng paused for a moment, then took a deep breath: "That can't be the case, there must be something else."
Lu Jin: "She just came to me crying, saying she was afraid of being abandoned, and then we kissed. Later, I saw that she was emotional, so I gave her some sleep aids, and in the end I just stayed with her until she fell asleep. There was no sexual intercourse, and nothing else happened. You know, the sleeping pills and tranquilizers were from my stock, tailor-made for Sang Li's situation."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the communication.
Sleep aids are harmless.
Even if kissing had resulted in sexual intercourse, it wouldn't have led to this situation!
Lu Jin doesn't have that much ability!
Bai Heng: "She is becoming an energy anomaly. And the most dangerous kind at that."
Lu Jin finally asked in a low voice, "Then what should I do now?"
Bai Heng calmly said, "Tell her to stay away from you. If you can't do it, hand her over to me."
Lu Jin clenched his fist: "You want to send her back to the experimental area?"
"I want her to live."
Sudden.
The call abruptly ended.
It seems there was a new situation on Lu Jin's end, causing the signal to be interrupted.
Bai Heng took off his headphones and looked back at the curve on the data panel.
The curve suddenly dropped to 0.4.
It's even lower now.
That shouldn't be!
After being injected with a potent medication, Sang Li can withstand the effects for at least 10 hours.
Unless... the energy demonstrated by the potion was absorbed and consumed in an instant.
"Sang Li!"
Bai Heng suddenly pushed open the door, his pupils widening!
What happened?!
Sang Li has disappeared.
The bed was empty.
The windows were not opened.
The person has disappeared.
***
In her hazy consciousness, Sang Li felt as if she were enveloped by something.
Someone is holding me.
It doesn't feel like the touch of an arm.
Like a gentle stream of water, her body was soft and limp, easily lifted up by a pair of hot arms.
She was leaning against someone's chest.
My forehead rested against that person's collarbone, and below their chest, a slow but powerful heartbeat resonated.
Calm and composed, familiar.
She frowned, her eyelids still closed, because she was really too tired.
I smelled a very fresh and clean scent in my nostrils, like the scent of rain and sunshine in the mountains.
However, she also faintly smelled a bloody odor.
But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared again.
"Why are you here...?"
She mumbled something in a daze, her voice as soft and sweet as a kitten just waking up.
"...Lu Jin?"
She tried calling again, but there was still no response.
But the man lowered his head and pressed his chin against the top of her head, as if he were smelling her hair and confirming her presence.
Then, slowly, he stroked her back.
One after another.
It's like stroking someone's fur.
It conveys a sense of comfort, a very intimate tenderness.
Sang Li was placed on the bed.
A breeze drifted in through the window, carrying the scent of sunshine and clean bedding—warm and familiar, like a spring afternoon, or like the old days that only appeared in dreams many years ago.
She slowly opened her eyes.
It was her room when she was a child.
The walls were covered with light-colored wallpaper, and a wind chime hung in front of the half-open window, swaying gently and making a crisp sound. The plush rabbit with a missing ear still guarded the bedside, and an exercise book lay open on the desk, its handwriting childish.
Are you home?
Was this a ten-year-old afternoon?
Time travel?
No way.
"Pear."
Someone is calling her name.
She slowly turned her head.
A man sat there quietly.
He looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a plain black short-sleeved shirt. His hair was slightly long, as black as ink, with the ends falling to his shoulders. His eyes, however, were an extremely rare orange-yellow, like amber illuminated by the setting sun, so bright it made one's heart flutter slightly. This color truly resembled a campfire burning alone in the midnight desert.
Blazing flames.
He looked down at her.
She remained motionless, as if she were something fragile and precious.
They can only be watched by those in love.
Sang Li didn't move, she just looked at him.
A strange yet familiar throbbing sensation spread through her chest. She couldn't quite put her finger on what felt familiar, but strangely, she didn't want to resist it.
She felt no instinctive defensiveness or panic when facing this person.
Some even wanted to get closer.
Who is it?
She slowly raised her hand, wanting to touch his face.
But he grabbed her wrist first.
The warmth of my palm felt real and comforting, spreading and radiating down my spine.
“Don’t be afraid, I’ve come to find you,” he said.
Her eyes were slightly lowered, and her face was reflected in her amber pupils.
He bent down and tucked the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear.
Sang Li did not resent his touch, as if it were a very natural thing.
The actions were intimate.
It seems that
"Pear."
He called out again.
When Sang Li heard these two words, the name "Li Li" inexplicably popped into her mind. It wasn't the "Li" in "dawn," but the "Li Li" in "little white pear."
Yes, that's what I called her when I was very young.
Nickname.
Do you remember who I am?
Sang Li stared blankly at that face.
I don't remember.
How could I possibly remember?
However, she parted her lips slightly and, almost as if possessed, uttered two words: "Chi Du".
The man paused for a moment, then smiled.
It was a smile so faint it almost melted into the sunlight, like an old letter that had been sealed away for many years suddenly being opened, only to find it was a love letter written by a beloved long ago.
“That’s good,” he said softly, his fingertips resting on the ends of her hair. “You still remember me.”
He slowly sat on the bed, bent one leg and leaned against the edge of the bed, leaning forward slightly to get closer to her.
"Are you feeling unwell?" he asked.
Sang Li's voice was a little muffled: "I have a fever."
Yes, they didn't even introduce themselves, yet they had such a smooth conversation.
When Chi Du approached, the heat that had been overflowing from my fever was suppressed by the coolness he brought as he drew near, which felt very comfortable.
“I’m holding you,” Chi Du said, reaching out to embrace her.
She leaned against him, her breathing slowing down.
intuition.
My intuition is strange right now.
Sang Li felt that his eyes were also familiar, exactly like... that jet-black raven.
It was as if they were the only two people in the world with orange-yellow eyes.
Are you... that raven?
Chi Du did not answer immediately, but lowered his head slightly and looked at her profile.
A beam of light fell directly on her eyelashes, making them tremble like a lamp suddenly lit up in the night.
"Yes." He finally nodded, his voice seeming to come from a great distance, "It is me. Now, I can finally see you like this."
Chi Du put his arm around her shoulder, his eyes lowered, and said, "Let me see you."
Sang Li raised her eyes and looked into his orange-yellow pupils.
Her eyes suddenly reddened, and she opened her mouth but said nothing.
“Indeed,” he smiled, his tone full of pity. “You’ve been away from me for too long, and your health isn’t what it used to be. That good-for-nothing really has no ability at all. But it’s alright, you’ll feel better soon.”
As he spoke, he took out a piece of candy from a small porcelain box that had appeared out of nowhere.
The candy is a transparent red, with a bright luster, like a gemstone, reflecting the light with a slightly translucent halo.
Chi Du smiled and said, "So this is what I gave you when you were feeling unwell. You said back then that any candy I fed you would taste good. But you didn't like apple flavor, you liked lychee flavor."
Sang Li felt as if she were soaking in a warm mist, her mind slowly drifting and her thoughts floating aimlessly.
She looked at the candy, her throat tightened, as if something was rising up, but she swallowed it.
She didn't speak, but she opened her mouth unconsciously.
Chi Du fed the candy into her mouth.
The moment his fingertips brushed against her lips, an electric-like tremor spread from her skin, like a drop of honey falling on the surface of water, creating ripples.
“Good boy,” he said, “just keep it in your mouth.”
The candy was very sweet, almost excessively so, with a hint of minty coolness that perfectly suppressed the burning heat surging within her.
Sang Li slowly closed her eyes, as if her whole being was sinking into that red sugar.
He lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on her forehead: "Welcome back."
Soon, exhausted, Sang Li fell asleep again.
She didn't see that behind that half-open white wooden door, at the edge where the gentle light ended, lay endless darkness.
It was no longer the clean plush carpet in the bedroom, but rather a series of streaks of lime that had been wiped clean yet still bore traces of dirt.
The corpses of two abnormal beings lay at the end of the corridor.
Blood was everywhere, and it still seemed warm. It was as if just a moment ago, these two abnormal beings were still screaming in agony, but now they were nothing more than cold, lifeless corpses. Even with their fierce appearance, their extraordinary abilities were useless and utterly ineffective.
Both of these anomalies are classified as S-level hazards by the Ecological Administration.
Chi Du was just killed this morning.
Fresh.
It's delicious.
Now, their chests had been ripped open, their internal organs ripped out as if torn apart by sharp claws. Their eyeballs bulged out, bloodshot. What did their frantic struggles matter? To him, it was merely a matter of waving a finger.
The walls were stained with blood.
However, the bloodstains were quickly wiped away by an unseen force.
Sang Li would never know that this is a painting.
Although Ike Watari was not entirely satisfied with the artist of the painting, he was quite pleased with the content of the painting.
He liked this cozy little house, and Sang Li liked it too.
Inside the room.
Chi Du sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes gentle.
He stepped onto the pristine white carpet, and a drop of blood silently dripped down the sole of his shoe, spreading a crimson hue.
Dear Pear, we've finally met.
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