Chapter 82 The believer said, "Don't be with Ike Watari."...
"Old Zhou, come and see quickly." Tang Lan's voice carried a hint of something unusual.
He really disliked the feeling of being in that position.
Zhou Fangyang walked quickly to Tang Lan's side.
The screen of Tang Lan's portable signal receiver was covered with red dots.
"What's going on?" Yu Qi frowned, carefully examining the wavelengths on the screen. "This shouldn't be happening. We're right here, but we haven't found the anomaly itself. Did you just detect this?"
Tang Lan moved her finger across the screen, bringing up a 3D simulation: "They're all abnormal bands. It's not interference, nor is it recording delay."
“These fluctuations are real-time and active.” Yu Qi paused, her tone grave. “Does that mean they’re nearby?”
The anomalous body is right here.
Around them.
Moreover, it filled the entire screen.
In other words, they are currently facing more than one anomalous entity.
wrong.
“It’s not just one,” Yu Qi pushed up his glasses, his voice emphasizing each word, “it’s never been an ‘individual’ in the first place.”
Tang Lan also understood, and coldly added: "It's a whole piece."
The red dots on the screen began to flicker subtly, like countless heartbeats beating in sync, so dense it was unsettling.
They are all alive.
Not an individual.
It is neither an abnormal being that resembles a human, nor an 'abnormal individual' in the traditional sense.
Instead, it's each and every rose petal that spreads out.
Half of the roses came back to life.
They are gathering, approaching, or preparing to attack.
Perhaps each piece even possesses its own independent consciousness.
They can all be dispersed into individual anomalous entities.
“It’s not about living,” Tang Lan frowned, “it’s about symbiosis, or perhaps empathy. Each petal is part of the entity, and yet it is also itself.”
Therefore, the entire villa was essentially enveloped by an exceptionally large anomaly!
Even now, all of us might be inside this abnormal being's stomach!
inside the house.
Lu Jin and Sang Li both felt the fluctuations in the magnetic field.
“They’re here.” Sang Li appeared very calm, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Roses?
We finally met.
Rose petals trembled gently on the floor, like leaves falling on a lake in the light rain.
In an instant, the petals that were originally scattered on the ground seemed to be activated by an invisible electric current, and they all stood up with their edges rustling.
Sang Li narrowed her eyes and subconsciously took a step back, bumping directly into Lu Jin's arms.
She tilted her head and looked at the roses.
They came for me.
Every anomalous entity targets itself.
Is it because of attraction again?
No, Sang Li doesn't think so.
Otherwise, they should have taken action against this "Rose Anomaly" while they were at the resort.
"Don't move." Lu Jin shielded her with his arm, his voice low and cold, "Don't get excited."
He sensed that Sang Li seemed restless, wanting to test, or even actively attack the anomaly before her, even though she was completely unaware of it. Perhaps it was because she had been burdened with too much recently, and desperately needed an outlet.
Lu Jin placed his hand on her chest. Although Sang Li was in a defensive posture, her gaze was extremely aggressive.
The petals rose into the air, like a crimson curtain being rolled up and hanging from the ceiling, resembling a blood-red veil falling from a magnificent stage, cutting the entire space into two dimensions.
Splash!
The roses seem to be telling a story.
As if by magic, a long, dark gold table appeared behind the curtain. In the center of the table, a small doll made of rose petals was quietly placed, shaped like a sun, with overlapping petals. At the center was a very incongruous smiling face, with upturned corners of the mouth and two dark holes in the eyes.
Sang Li didn't approach, but a certain heart-pounding familiarity suddenly seized her breath.
She remembered.
She remembered the doll.
In a hazy childhood memory, she always fell asleep holding this little heater, even though she never mentioned it to anyone. But when exactly? She couldn't quite remember, but these things should appear in her memory.
Damn, my head hurts so much.
Immediately afterwards, the little sun doll turned into a cake doll.
This was the gift she received on her eighth birthday.
Then, it turned into a cup of medicine.
Pink medicine.
All of them are memories of her.
Lu Jin's expression changed. Either Sang Li's brain had been invaded, or this abnormal entity had the ability to read memories.
But judging from Sang Li's expression, she seemed to be wondering as well.
I probably can't remember, I only have a familiar feeling.
If Sang Li can't remember, then how did this anomaly steal Sang Li's memories?
"Leave here." Lu Jin's voice suddenly turned icy, and he gripped her hand tightly with alarm. "Now, immediately."
He didn't know why, but he was a little scared.
It seems that subconsciously, they feel that Sang Li's memories are a bomb, and the fuse is her memories, which could explode at any time.
Sang Li subconsciously turned around and turned her back to Lu Jin. She really should leave here as soon as possible.
I've become a target.
Sudden.
A deep red rose petal drifted slowly down from the crystal chandelier on the ceiling and gently landed on her chest.
*Smack*
Even Sang Li didn't have time to react.
It clung tightly to the skin, a red blush, like being kissed by a rose.
The moment they fit together felt like some kind of mechanism had been activated.
The tingling sensation from the petals spread outwards from her chest like ink wash painting.
Immediately afterwards, the rose petals on the floor in front of her gathered, rose into the air, and combined, drawing a gradually taking shape human figure in the air in front of her.
The abnormality has become apparent.
Just like...
He was born from her body.
The humanoid figure slowly coalesced in the air, like a painting stained with blood.
They formed a man.
Very young.
Her smile is radiant.
She appeared to be about eighteen years old, with androgynous features, but Sang Li knew she was smiling. Her bright and cheerful demeanor easily reminded one of wildflowers blooming across mountains and fields in spring, a silhouette among roses that made one want to part the mist and see clearly what she truly looked like.
The petals finally fell, and Sang Li saw His appearance clearly.
His skin was almost porcelain white, with a cold sheen under the blood and shadows, and his lips were a natural red, but with a fresh, fishy smell.
Like a delicate doll.
Her long, black and red hair fell in a messy cascade; it wasn't quite red, but rather the color of dried rose, with a slight pinkish tinge. Her eyes were also pinkish-brown. She didn't have an Asian face; she looked more like someone of mixed race.
Sang Li's breath caught in her throat.
His smile is really handsome.
The beautiful Sang Li swallowed hard, her pupils contracting slightly.
She's even more beautiful than the game characters in otome games, who are designed according to female aesthetic standards.
Sang Li was unwilling to admit that she valued her appearance highly.
After all, how can someone with a good-looking face be a bad person?
Lu Jin's eyes darkened. He pulled Sang Li back into his arms with his right hand, and with his left hand, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
The moment the bullet struck the target, the human figure seemed to have never solidified.
With a whoosh, the entire body suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless rose petals that scattered and flew in all directions like a tidal wave, instantly rushing towards you.
He is smiling.
They were laughing at Lu Jin's overestimation of his abilities.
It is Him.
Sang Li could confirm that the person whose breath slid against her neck after receiving the rose that day was Him!
The wave of rose petals was warm, and the petals scattered by Lu Jin's bullets carried a scent of flowers mixed with blood, but it was so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe.
Then, they made a comeback.
It forms a red vortex.
The next second.
Sang Li skillfully covered her mouth.
Yes, this is based on my experience dealing with anomalous entities over a long period of time.
To prevent someone from kissing you without your consent.
"Ha, is it really that serious?"
The rose is smiling.
The sounds came from all directions.
The rose petals reformed, and He stood before Sang Li once more, showing no fear of Lu Jin's weapon.
Sang Li held her breath: "Who are you?"
Rose was in front of her, and Lu Jin was behind her.
The three of them were too close together.
So close that Sang Li could see the tips of His eyelashes trembling.
He lowered his head, tilting it slightly. His gaze was gentle, yet held a chilling focus, like a young animal gazing for the first time at its one and only master.
"Who am I?" He repeated. "You know who I am, don't you? I am the person who loves you most in this world. I am willing to give everything for you, more than you can imagine..."
Sang Li was puzzled but didn't speak, only covering her mouth tightly.
Another one...
A simp?
No, that's not a good word.
The correct term should be "secret admirer".
His gaze swept over Sang Li's body and landed on the back of her hand that was pressed tightly against her lips.
The next second, he leaned down, lowered his head, and kissed the back of her hand very lightly and slowly!
It's like kissing a sacred object.
It also resembles a devout worship before a sacrifice.
Sang Li: ...
I guessed it.
I'm getting better and better at it.
Lu Jin trembled and suddenly pulled Sang Li back, protecting her in his arms: !!
In the light and shadow of falling rose petals, Lu Jin's anger almost solidified.
He strode in front of Sang Li, pinched a rose petal, and the tiny metal bracelet on his left wrist made a faint "snap." In the blink of an eye, the petal was burned to black ash, the fragments falling like snowflakes.
Seriously, that's asking for trouble.
I've never seen such a daring anomaly.
So what if there's no physical body?
Lu Jin had already realized that each petal was a physical entity of this anomaly.
Conversely, this anomaly can also be used to launch attacks!
"Hmm!"
The rose-man's figure suddenly froze.
The destruction of that petal left a clear corresponding burn mark on his body; his snow-white shoulder was instantly burned through, and the charred crack was a piece of burnt ash, with fine cracks spreading from his porcelain-white skin.
Immediately afterwards, the rose petals beside Lu Jin began to burn.
An effective attack.
At the same time, Tang Lan, Yu Qi, and Zhou Fangyang entered the house.
Yu Qi directly set the flower petals on the floor on fire.
Suddenly, flames rose.
It smells burnt.
However, the man stood in the fire.
The burning pain was enough to make an ordinary person scream, but He only took a low breath, a breath that carried a strange pleasure, and the corners of His lips slowly curled up.
He was laughing again, as if he was born to love laughing.
Her blood-red lips curved like a blooming rose, beautiful yet dangerous.
The skin was burning with a wound, which emitted a sweet, burnt smell, yet the pain seemed to be a gift of long-awaited reunion, and a gleam of interest shone in the depths of the eyes.
“Long time no see,” He said slowly, almost in a murmur, the last syllable tinged with a hint of amusement, “my dear.”
That "darling" was like a drop of wine falling into a fire.
"This is much gentler than the last time you killed me."
Dark red petals slowly grew from the wound, like a cluster of new roses entwining around His shoulder, covering the scorch marks.
He spoke softly, "My name is Fei Ling. You reminded me last time that you need to know my name when we meet again, so I'm introducing myself again. Luckily, that annoying guy Chi Du isn't here, but I don't like the person next to you..."
Fei Ling looked at Lu Jin: "Next time we meet, remember to accept my roses."
The petals that had fallen to the ground around them trembled at the same time, like thousands of blades shooting out in all directions.
It disappeared.
It's gone.
Lu Jin was silent for two seconds: "Not the original form."
This anomalous entity can manipulate the rose, or use it to achieve its own goals.
But that wasn't the real body.
His attacks couldn't kill the man in front of him.
Lu Jin: "Zhou Fangyang, finalize the report. Yu Qi, seal off the scene."
He ran away.
To be precise, it never happened.
He was also yesterday.
In his own home, he stroked Sang Li's face.
Lu Jin decided to take Sang Li back first.
The scenery outside the car window receded into the night.
Lu Jin gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.
The accelerator pedal was steadily controlling the speed, and the only sound inside the car was the low rumble of the engine.
After thinking for a long time, Sang Li broke the silence: "I'm sure this isn't the first time I've seen Him."
"who?"
“Fai Ling”.
Lu Jin's eyelids twitched.
“This isn’t the first time He has appeared before me. I’m not talking about recent events, but I can’t remember them.” Sang Li’s voice was a little soft, but unusually firm.
She leaned her head against the car window; the night was cold, but something in her mind seemed to tear apart with a loud crash.
The two stood under a dim yellow light. His face was indistinct, but you could still feel that his smile was so pure it was almost transparent.
Fei Ling said to her, word by word:
"Don't be with Ike Watari."
"I am your only believer."
"I'm willing to give everything for you."
The image flashed by, but my mind was jolted, as if a sunken ship in the deep sea had been salvaged once again.
Sang Li sat up abruptly, her face deathly pale.
Lu Jin immediately slammed on the brakes, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"
Sang Li closed her eyes.
She saw a scene: the space where roses were falling was like a closed stage.
She was wearing a white dress, a white lace dress.
Fei Ling slowly knelt down on one knee.
He lowered his head, his dark red hair falling down, obscuring half his face, revealing only his almost eerie eyes, as if burning with the night. He held his own hand, long and pale, like porcelain, and gently pressed the back of her hand close to his lips.
Fei Ling raised her head, slowly looking up, her gaze sliding from her palm upwards to her face, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Like a cat.
Like a snake.
Then, He slowly straightened his knees, his body like a silent, spreading vine, caressing upwards along her body. Clinging tightly to her skirt and waistline, he slowly climbed. His slender fingers hooked around her shoulders, sliding upwards with a cool yet supple touch, finally encircling her neck.
Their bodies were close, their breaths mingling intimately.
His lips brushed close to her ear.
Then.
He lowered his head and gently kissed the side of her neck, then moved his lips up to her cheek, finally landing on the corner of her lips.
He cupped her face in his hands, his fingertips gliding up her chin, his thumb gently caressing her cheekbone, and then kissed her.
He traced the shape of her lips inch by inch into the depths of her soul, almost in a reverent manner.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, much like snowflakes about to melt in the wind, allowing her to amplify her joy.
Like a withered rose falling into the firelight.
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