Chapter 69: A Desire for New Life from the One Who Gave Me Death
Xin Que finally understood her current predicament.
Her intuition was right.
He was indeed in prison.
The so-called transmigration into the book... was merely an interrogation plan calculated by AI based on her consciousness information.
Song Wangyuan was a move he made before his arrest, guiding his own memory, which had been stripped away, step by step, to obtain the memory backup chip that he had previously deployed in the virtual world.
However, the memory chip on Song Wangyuan only contained a few scattered memories of her time before she went to prison.
As for who the Huo family is, why she was imprisoned, and why she is related to the Huo family massacre... these questions remain unanswered.
If Xin Que wants to piece together her complete memories, she will probably have to search for other memory chips in this virtual world.
The factory has stopped the space collapse.
Time seemed to have stopped in the space she was in; bricks and rubble were suspended in mid-air, motionless.
Xin Que leaped over Ma Hong's floating corpse, jumped over the broken, obstructing floor tiles, and finally stood on the still-standing window frame, looking down.
For a fleeting moment, she briefly saw the true nature of this world.
The factory beneath my feet and the world outside the window are landscapes constructed from monotonous data, and even Ma Hong's corpse is the same.
The data that formed the human form had stopped flowing and was frozen in mid-air, lifeless.
After that instant, the world in Xin Que's eyes returned to normal.
Xin Que glanced at her hands.
That ability to see through the essence of the world at a glance was also a preparation I made in advance.
Therefore, her next goal is to find the remaining memory backup chip to complete all her memories, so that she can prepare for her escape from prison.
As Xin Que descended the crumbling staircase, she paused.
Luo Huayi, who was pushed from the fifth floor, had unfocused pupils, and the blood that had spilled from the corner of her mouth had already dried.
His joints were likely shattered, and he lay twisted on the overgrown ground. Only the faint rise and fall of his chest proved that Luo Huayi still had a glimmer of hope.
The golden sunlight of the setting sun shone on Luo Huayi, as if it were coating him with a layer of light.
The afterglow was too dazzling.
In Yao's blurred and distorted vision, patches of mottled white light appeared.
Yao's Luo Huayi could not hold onto the life force that was slipping away along with the wound.
He could no longer tell where the pain was coming from, nor could he tell where he was.
The excruciating pain, like a knife twisting through her bones and severing her tendons, left Luo Huayi with no strength left to even shed a tear.
Why is it so hard for someone to just want to live a good life...?
“He’s not dead yet.” Xin Que withdrew her hand from his pulse.
Luo Huayi's unfocused eyes flickered slightly.
There seemed to be someone nearby, but he couldn't focus his gaze and couldn't make out the person's appearance.
But the voice was familiar.
Whose is it?
Just as Xin Que was about to get up and leave, she heard a very faint voice behind her.
Unlike the chirping of insects struggling to prove they are alive in the weeds, or the rustling of leaves in the wind that rustles through the vibrant leaves.
The voice was weak and hoarse, carrying the sorrow of life coming to an end, about to wither and fade away.
Xin Que paused in her steps.
Noticing that the person had returned, Luo Huayi's dry, chapped lips moved slightly.
The blood rising in his throat had blocked his throat, making it difficult for him to make a sound.
More than twenty years of memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, obscuring his vision and making it difficult for him to see clearly who was beside him.
But he still wanted to ask questions.
He wanted to question why fate had thrown him into the quagmire of the Luo family, yet given him a chance to turn things around.
He wanted to question why fate gave him hope only to repeatedly push him into despair.
The memories flashing before my eyes are getting faster and faster.
One moment he's showing himself in the orphanage, the next he's showing his adoptive parents using him to shield their own child from disaster.
The final image shows Xin Que giving up on herself.
Luo Huayi thought to herself that she should have truly broken free from the control of the plot.
Xin Que had the opportunity to live, but she didn't.
He was almost killed by Xin Que's choice, but his mind was still perfectly clear that this matter had nothing to do with her.
There's no point in taking your anger out on her.
It's pointless to take out your anger on someone who's about to die.
My brain is getting noisier and noisier.
Those members of the Luo family who had long since died seemed to have come back to life, standing in his ear and mocking him loudly. Friends he had met and broken ties with along the way reappeared. In the end, everything merged into a cold sarcasm from who-knows-who, sometimes near, sometimes far, almost tearing his brain apart.
The bizarre and surreal world before Luo Huayi's eyes, the anger, the helplessness... all the complex emotions, ultimately merged together into just four simple words.
I am not reconciled.
The overwhelming emotions must have been contained within the blood that was constantly overflowing from his throat.
His lips moved, but he couldn't say anything, not even his last bit of resentment.
Consciousness became increasingly unclear, and rationality became increasingly difficult to maintain.
"Xin..." He struggled to keep his eyelids open so he wouldn't completely lose consciousness, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.
Xin Que did not move.
"I..." Luo Huayi's eyes widened, and her lips, stained with blood, moved more and more violently.
I don't want to die.
Xin Que sighed, half-squatted down, and slowly raised her hand to close his eyes.
"Don't worry, you still have the protagonist's halo. Death is just a save point for you."
Luo Huayi's hearing was completely damaged by the high-altitude fall, and she could not hear what Xin Que was saying.
He could only feel as if someone's hand brushed against his painful skin, and as if his vision was being blocked.
Xin Que paused in his movements.
The tears streaming from the man's eyes were scalding hot.
Xin Que recalled how Luo Huayi had gradually developed trust in her when they were trapped in the story space.
“Learn from this next time,” Xin Que said emotionlessly. “You and I are enemies on opposite sides. If it weren’t for the plot protecting you and forcing you to live, you would have died in the Zhou family’s secret room long ago.”
"Because they placed their trust in me after only a few meetings..."
Luo Huayi's breathing became increasingly weak.
Xin Que glanced at the frozen scenery around her, waiting for Luo Huayi to die completely and be reborn by the plot, so that time could start flowing again.
Just as the woman was about to get up, her trouser leg suddenly felt heavy.
Luo Huayi's bloodied and mangled hand had somehow grabbed onto that small piece of fabric, as if grasping at a lifeline, refusing to let go.
Xin Que was taken aback.
The male lead is incredibly resilient; he survived a fall from the fifth floor and is still alive.
The hand that was about to pry his fingers off had just touched his wrist when Luo Huayi's hoarse breathy voice rang out again.
"You...you can save...me..."
Xin Que lowered her eyes and looked at the desperate emotions in Luo Huayi's unfocused eyes, and fell silent.
"You never learn." The woman spoke slowly after a moment.
More and more tears streamed down Luo Huayi's face. It was hard to tell whether they were physiological tears or tears driven by resentment. One by one, they rolled down his cheek and onto the ground beneath him.
"Xin Que".
"Only you can..."
As the bizarre and fantastical scenery in Luo Huayi's eyes gradually faded, in a false world constructed of rigid data, only Xin Que's figure and face remained exceptionally clear.
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