Chapter 95 Trinity "Lu Jin, bow your head to me."...
The gunshot rang out, and the lab technician fell to the ground.
Sang Li stood silently in place, stepping on the lingering fragments of gunpowder smoke.
It looks like a sculpture.
His eyes didn't blink, and there wasn't even a downward curve at the corners of his mouth.
The heated gun barrel seemed to be emitting a burnt smell.
“They should have died long ago,” Sang Li said.
For the first time, Lu Jin saw coldness on Sang Li's face.
It wasn't a disregard for life, nor was there any ruthlessness of revenge. For a moment, he even had the illusion that Sang Li had become a stranger, her body possessed by the Witch of Daylight. But the Witch of Daylight could not be resurrected. "Possession" only exists in fantasy novels, not in the real world, and no abnormal being can possess another's body.
Sang Li looked at Lu Jin: "I really should have them tortured to death. Don't abnormal beings have the right to do this? If abnormal beings could kill humans in a minute, you wouldn't be so arrogant."
Lu Jin took a deep breath and suddenly felt that Sang Li was actually somewhat sexy.
He met her gaze: "Yes, damn it."
Sang Li smiled.
On that operating table, Xiao Sangli was fixed and restrained, like a specimen waiting to be dissected.
Hearing the noise, she tilted her head slightly. Her eyes seemed unfocused, yet she seemed to recognize Sang Li. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Sang Li's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She walked closer and carefully picked up the bound body: "Does it hurt?"
Little Sangli is very light.
Thin as a bird with broken wings, his body bore countless marks of experimentation: needle marks, burns, and the imprints of cold metal sheets. Thin tubes were wrapped around his wrists. This scarred skin, washed with disinfectant and other chemicals, appeared lifeless and pale. His eyes were particularly striking; though emotionless, a prolonged gaze could evoke a sense of something profound.
Sang Li had never held a child before, but little Sang Li was very well-behaved, nestled silently in her arms, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.
Sang Li looked down at her, tears welling up in her eyes.
It still hurts.
And regret.
She had forgotten the suffering she had endured, and even thought the Bureau was a good person because of their "mercy" in releasing her. She was even manipulated by the Bureau for a while, who claimed that her ability would pose a huge threat to human society, and that the Bureau was willing to support her for life.
Pooh!
These were all created by the Administration Bureau itself.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, gently poking Xiao Sangli's forehead.
Lu Jin stood behind her.
Sang Li looked at Lu Jin.
Lu Jin didn't know what she meant.
Sang Li tilted her head.
Oh, I understand.
Lu Jin fired another shot at the experimenter.
Sang Li's lips curled into a smile: "That's not what I meant."
Lu Jin: "I thought you were going to finish me off."
Sang Li: "If this were a war, I would not hesitate to riddle them with bullets. But darling, you're mistaken."
Lu Jin: ?
The word "dear" sounds ironic.
Sang Li frowned. "My bottle of blueberry yogurt is in your bag."
Lu Jin was taken aback.
He looked down and opened his backpack. Sure enough, there was that familiar bottle of yogurt lying in the cooler bag.
Lu Jin silently handed it to her.
Sang Li inserted the straw and carefully handed it to little Sang Li.
"Drink up," she said softly, almost as if coaxing a real child.
Little Sangli took the yogurt and sipped it slowly, making "slurp slurp" sounds.
Her eyelashes fluttered at the corners of her eyes, as if she were truly enjoying this tiny bit of sweetness.
But Sang Li was not feeling well, and her fingers tightened little by little.
Sang Li looked down at her, her tone gentle: "Do you know where the exit is?"
Xiao Sangli's expression was exactly the same as Sangli's when she was indifferent: "There is no exit here."
She spoke softly, as if stating a fact, without sadness or fear, as if this cage of memories had never been created for escape.
It will trap people here to death.
"No one can walk out of their memories, let alone lost ones," said Xiao Sanli.
This sentence seems to be spoken by Xiao Sanli.
But Sang Li felt more that it was like a message from her "pre-amnesia" self to herself.
Lu Jin took two steps closer, frowning as he analyzed, "Since this is a field constructed from memories, then it must be your consciousness space. The anchor point should be correct. It's you, and Xiao Sangli."
But now, the two Sang Li have met, but nothing has happened. Where should they go?
Where it all began, or where it all ended?
Lu Jin was thinking.
Found it.
The crux of the problem.
“The reason is probably,” he paused, “that you are not the only you.”
Sang Li remained silent, holding little Sang Li in her arms, her gaze fixed on the shattered laboratory floor beneath her feet. Glass shards mixed with blood and chaotic memories, fragments embedded in her recollections, leaving only pain.
She pondered Lu Jin's line of thought: "You mean, merge into one? Please, how can the two of us become one? This isn't a science fiction movie, where we suddenly become the same person right in front of you?"
Lu Jin nodded: "If you and she are one person, you should be able to leave once you find the location of the specific anchor point."
In other words, this is not the right place.
It's common knowledge that he has escaped from the worlds created by anomalous entities many times.
Sang Li didn't answer immediately, but looked at him, then suddenly remembered something, smiled, a smile that was faint and somewhat cold: "I understand."
Lu Jin: "What?"
Sang Li: "You're praising me for being smart now."
Lu Jin: "You are the smartest person in the world."
Sang Li: "Not two. There are three."
Lu Jin paused for a moment.
"There's another one inside me."
Upon hearing this, both of them understood perfectly.
"The Witch of Daylight".
Her voice was almost piercing through the air.
“With so many experiments and injections, she couldn’t have left no trace. The fact that she left a message to see me proves that we are connected in some way.”
Lu Jin remained silent for a long time, his eyes swirling with something extremely complex.
He ultimately did not deny it.
Sang Li took a deep breath and looked down at the little Sang Li in her arms.
She knew that she and Lu Jin could never go back; they were destined to be on different sides.
If the Day Witch truly exists within her, then she carries more than just the burden of the life form Sang Li herself.
She now knows for certain that the memories deeply ingrained in her mind, her encounter with Lu Jin, were perhaps part of the "Day Witch's" plan from the very beginning, designed to drag everyone into the abyss. This plan had been going on for much longer than she had imagined.
She suddenly looked up: "Lu Jin, I need to go find her."
Lu Jin stared at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
quite a while.
"good."
Return to the original laboratory.
Enter your password.
The Daytime Witch's petri dish reappeared in front of Sang Li and Lu Jin.
Sang Li approached.
A gust of wind blew by.
However, the walls here are all metal, and there is no wind.
Sang Li stood in front of the petri dish, her face reflected on the glass wall.
"I'm here. Weren't you waiting for me? We're all here."
She and Xiao Sangli.
The next instant, Sang Li's reflection cracked.
On one side is the adult Sang Li, on the other is the baby Sang Li held in her arms, and in the middle is the Day Witch who smiles slowly and unfamiliarly.
Trinity.
Together, they form the initial anchor point.
The next second, thousands of rose petals fell from the sky, and blood and memories congealed into a magnificent torrent, surging violently in the collapsing space.
It smells very good.
Just like the salutes at the grand ball that Fei Ling prepared for her.
Crimson petals fell one after another.
Lu Jin mercilessly ignited the flower petals.
The petals suddenly erupted with howls and shrieks as if they were human.
eventful.
Lu Jin sneered.
He couldn't possibly let Fei Ling observe him or stay by his side until the very last moment.
The entire memory labyrinth began to collapse. In the midst of the dizzying spin, the enormous petri dish shattered into millions of light spots. The figure of the Day Witch dissolved into the void. Little Sang Li curled up in Sang Li's arms and transformed into an extremely bright golden light, inch by inch, embedding itself into her chest cavity.
It was as if the puzzle pieces were put back together, as if the cracks were closed.
The Trinity, returning to wholeness.
...
The darkness recedes.
After a deafening roar, all was silent.
Sang Li opened her eyes.
She and Lu Jin stood in the corridor of that hospital.
The air was still filled with the smell of dust.
It was still that ruined hospital.
This hospital appears to be one of BEAM's businesses.
Used to observe abnormalities.
It was still dark.
But the scent in the air had changed.
Sang Li's tinnitus gradually subsided, and Lu Jin stood beside her.
She didn't know what he was thinking.
He had no idea what she was thinking.
The two were so close, yet it seemed as if they were separated by layers of darkness.
“Back to reality,” he said softly.
The voice was like a speck of dust falling on her heart, yet it was so heavy it almost stirred up a storm.
Sang Li gazed at him, her eyes slowly sliding over his pale Adam's apple and landing on his ever-calm lips.
Reality?
Those collapses, tears, burning, and detachments that just happened.
Isn't that all unrealistic?
It just happened in the past.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. Maybe the laboratory she had passed through was too cold, too heavy, and too oppressive, which made her suddenly a little scared.
And Lu Jin was standing right there.
Warm, real, breathing.
She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his collar.
Lu Jin was stunned, and looked down at her: "Sang Li?"
She didn't speak, but stared at him intently, her fingertips trembling slightly as if clinging to the only anchor.
The next moment, she grabbed him and pulled him hard, bending him over.
"Lower your head." Her voice was hoarse, as if it came from thick smoke. "Lu Jin, you lower your head."
Lu Jin was taken aback, and instinctively leaned down, his thin lips meeting hers.
The moment the kiss landed, all words were crushed between their breaths.
It is still, it is tentative, it is the fuse before it burns.
But the next second, passion ignited his entire body.
He kissed her, and she kissed him back.
Neither of them would back down, like two people on the verge of collapse, clinging tightly to each other's boundaries and refusing to let go.
The air seemed to have been sucked away, with only their breaths mingling. She was pinned against the wall by him, her hand still clutching his collar, as if she was worried he might disappear at any moment.
"You—" Lu Jin gasped, his voice laced with suppressed anger.
"Shut up." She glared at him, her eyes reddening, looking like she wanted to curse but couldn't, with nowhere to vent her frustration.
Lu Jin's eyes darkened, as if he had finally been released by some invisible reins.
He raised his hand to cup the back of her head and leaned down to kiss her even more deeply.
It's out of control, everything is out of control.
But nobody cares.
It's out of control.
Anyway, nothing is on track.
The kiss landed in the oppressive air like a violent storm, sweeping up all the unspoken secrets, anger, dependence, and desires, leaving no time to discern them.
She kissed me first.
But Lu Jin responded even more harshly.
Time was almost forgotten; the scalding heat melted everything away.
Sang Li looked at him and said, "Let's go."
leave.
Lu Jin drove the car.
Lu Jin gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze still lingering on the afterglow of the kiss.
It's as if the body temperature is still lingering, but the soul is still trapped in a dark, unawakened corridor.
Sang Li: "I think I smell something fishy?"
"A fishy smell?"
Sang Li didn't speak.
Back in reality, it felt as if everything in my memory had a salty taste that permeated the sea.
I don't know why.
It's possible that BEAM's disinfection and ventilation system is broken.
Or perhaps Amber included her own interpretation in this memory.
"Where to?" Lu Jin asked.
Going home now is not a good option.
They all need to calm down.
Outside the car window was an endless night, with even the starlight hidden behind the clouds.
Sang Li leaned back in the passenger seat, remained silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "I don't want to go home."
Lu Jin's knuckles twitched slightly.
Where to?
She didn't answer immediately, but looked out the window at the night view, as if the answer had already been forgotten along with her in the broken corridors, the scorched petals, and the cries of little Sang Li.
Lu Jin did not respond, his gaze fixed ahead, where the blurry streetlights in the distance were reflected on the windshield.
He rarely experiences moments like this, when his mind is completely blank.
It felt as empty as if a major nerve had been severed.
He didn't know which path to take next.
What he insisted on, or rather, his memory, had fallen apart.
The brain is like an overloaded computer, bombarded with information, logic, experience, and memories. Each piece is jarring, clear, and difficult to process. Thinking too much actually yields nothing.
He didn't know who he was.
He is Lu Jin, the commander of the Administration Bureau, one of the COLON test subjects, and Sang Li's guardian. And all of this, everything he does, should be under the supervision of the Administration Bureau.
Fortunately, the Bureau is currently unaware that he and Sang Li have discovered everything. If the Bureau knew, Lu Jin is certain they would leave no survivors.
Both he and Sang Li are in danger.
He turned his head and glanced at Sang Li.
Her eyes were calm, like someone who had just escaped a fire, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.
Many things have no answers, drifting into the very distant future.
But right now, Lu Jin can only be certain of one thing.
I can't go home.
That place is no longer safe enough.
Perhaps the reason her home's security system malfunctioned was because the Bureau of Management had tampered with it, in order to restore Sang Li's memory and elicit something deeper.
So, where does Sang Li want to go now?
Lu Jin really wanted to let loose just this once.
He was willing to go wherever Sang Li said.
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