Main Story Chapter 15-05: A Murder (一次謀殺) | Light and Night 光與夜之戀
Please consider reading Chapter 15-03 before you proceed
In the coming days, I spent all my time helping Sariel pack and clean up his office.
You: Sariel, can I have this ruler?
Sariel: Yes.
You: You didn't finish using the rest of this notebook, do you still want it? If not, then I'm also going to take it with me.
Sariel: Okay.
You: This pen holder, can I---
Sariel: You're the one who brought me this pen holder.
I glanced at the tender silk and color of the pen holder, then smiled with embarrassment.
You: Oh yeah, I forgot.
Sariel finished taping up a cardboard box and stood up.
Sariel: Has nobody asked you why your desk turned into a recycling bin these past few days?
You: Nope. However, somebody did borrow a pencil that you've used before and said they wanted to get lucky from it.
Sariel: How unreasonable.
You: I'm going to put these things back at my desk first, and then I'll come back.
Sariel gave me a nod. I was hugging a big box of items close to my chest and walked unsteadily outside the office.
Sariel: Are you sure you can go back like this? You---
As soon as he stopped talking, my toes kicked something hard on the ground. Fortunately, my other foot took a step forward, barely stabilizing myself.
*KADA, KADA -- DING!* The sound came from something that seemed to have rolled to my feet. I lowered my head to see what I had tripped over, and suddenly felt a chill come over me.
It was the crane flower that was originally on his door.
The dirt was splattered all over the ground. The pot didn't shatter, but I was unsure if it had any cracks. The most heartbreaking thing was that the lush, oily leaves and branches were broken, all from me stepping on it.
You: Oh no!
I quickly crouched down and picked up the fallen leaves. But no matter how much I fiddled with them, the leaves continued to droop downwards.
You: Sariel, what should we do?
Sariel also crouched down beside me. He carefully examined the leaves and broken parts of the plant, then shook his head.
Sariel: These leaves are already dead.
You: It's all my fault, is there really nothing we can do to save it?
Sariel: Cut off the dead leaves. Perhaps new ones will grow in place of them.
He turned around as his gaze stopped on my face.
Sariel: Something as small as this can cause you this much distress?
You: The flower pot has a drawing of me on it, of course I want it to continue being displayed here.
Sariel rubbed his forehead, and I thought he was about to say something like "This is a drawing of a bird, not you."
But he didn't. Instead, he simply stared at the drawings of a few birds on the flower pot for awhile.
Afterwards, he bent down and picked up the flower pot with the plant, placing it back on his desk. Specks of dirt scattered along the edge of his clothes, leaving some stain marks behind.
I curiously watched as Sariel's slender hands touched the fallen leaves.
Slowly, very slowly... he finally removed his hand.
The stem stood upright for a second before promptly returning to its' drooping posture.
You: It really can't be helped.
You: Forget it, I'll use scissors to trim the leaves so I can use them as bookmarks then.
You: Embrace change, this is what Director Qi personally taught me.
I noticed that he let out a smell, gentle smile, but he did not respond to my remark. He remained lost in thought, staring at the flower pot.
You: Director Qi? Sariel?
I waved my hand in front of his eyes.
Sariel: I heard you.
Sariel: There's no need to fix it right now. Let's transplant them to the garden first and see what we can do.
I nodded in understanding. Perhaps the garden would aid in its' recovery.
Sariel: As for the flower pot, it can be used to grow a different plant.
You: Can I choose the plant?
Sariel: Once you choose one, you have to grow it yourself.
You: Deal!
I picked up a stack of discarded paper and tape and quickly fixed the potted plant, then looked around and discovered that this was the last item in the office to be put away.
I was speechless for a moment as I stared into the empty room.
Sariel was also taking in the same image as the sunlight came in from the window and casted a glow on his hair.
Sariel: Let's go.
You: Okay.
As I followed Sariel out the door, I quietly waved my hand at the empty room in the last few seconds before the door closed.
The large desk, the sofa that we would nap on, the door that I had knocked on countless times before, as well as the sunlight that casts on his shoulders- thank you, and goodbye.
The weather had turned hot as summer arrived, I thought to myself as I placed a cardboard box in front of Sariel's front door.
Sariel had said that he didn't need help with this part.
I told him that "If I knew that I couldn't follow you home, I wouldn't be able to help myself chasing after your car and run 800 meters to see you off."
The familiar figure in the distance parked his car and walked over. As he was approaching, I noticed a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
At the same time, I noticed that he was still wearing his coat and dress shirt.
You: Sariel, do you have a habit of checking the weather each day before heading out?
Sariel: No, and there is no need to.
You: No wonder you are wearing so many layers, today is the hottest day of the season.
Sariel: I've always dressed like this.
You: Now that you mention it... I guess that's true.
He had always been reluctant to put on or remove clothing, unless it was the peak of winter or during scorching summers. Only then would he change his outfit to blend in with the crowd.
No matter how calm one's mind is or how strong one's physique is, the body should still have a limit on how much it can take.
I watched as Sariel pulled at his neck collar and sighed to myself.
You: If you want to unbutton the neck collar, you don't have to mind me.
You: We aren't in office right now, so it should be fine.
Sariel's hand paused for a moment, but the expression on his face did not seem troubled. Instead, it was as if this thought had never occurred to him before.
His expression was so funny that I couldn't hold my laughter in.
Sariel's expression suddenly turned serious. He glanced at me angrily and turned to entered his house.
And that is how I ended up in the current situation.
I sat beside him, watching him wipe the dust off a non-working fan that he found from the basement, completely ignoring my presence.
You: Sariel, I'm really sorry.
You: I know that even though you've left Wan Zhen, you are still my mentor, and I should still respect you.
Sariel: If you say one more word then you can clean this yourself.
You: Okay I won't say anymore.
I pulled an invisible zipper across my lips and went to tease the little gecko near me instead. He was leaning comfortably against the window, humming to himself.
It had been quite awhile since I've last visited Sariel's house. The little gecko's tropical residence seemed to have undergone an expansion, with more plants and flowers scattered around.
That's right, I know his real name now. His name was Qi She.
You: Qi She, since you can transform into a little dragon, and you can transform into a human, don't you feel uncomfortable living in this tank?
Qi She: I'm not sure why either, but I really enjoy living here. There is a sense of safety, and it looks so pretty.
Qi She: Plus, ever since the time I pretended.... uh, I mean ever since I accompanied Sariel to drop off your medicine, there seems to be more things as the weeks go by.
Qi She: Look at this area. This decoration is something that everyone would envy.
You: This is only right, patients should certainly have privileges.
Qi She: Patient... oh, right. But you definitely shouldn't give me any special treatment, you should reserve the special treatment for that patient.
He picked up his little arm and pointed towards Sariel.
Qi She: We should stop talking here, miss. He'll get jealous again, you should go back now.
As I was banished by the little gecko, I had to return to where I came from. Just as I took a few steps, he spoke up again.
Qi She: Oh yeah, when the fan is fixed, can you bring it to me so I can feel the cool breeze?
You: Of course I can.
I returned to where Sariel was and sat down beside him. He was still cleaning off the leaves of the plant, with a slight frown on his face. The fingers that were typically kept clean were now a bit dirty and rough.
It was so quiet around the house that I instinctively wanted to make a noise. Even if we weren't speaking, any noise would've been good.
The first melody that popped into my mind was the one that the little gecko had just hummed. I only listened to it for a little bit, but I seemed to remember it.
I couldn't remember the lyrics to the song as it sounded like some ancient poem, but the melody was exceptionally pleasant to listen to.
You: hm~ hm~ hmhm~ hm~~~
Sariel: Who taught you this melody?
I pointed at my lips, reminding him that I had been silenced by him. Sariel let out a sigh.
Sariel: Speak.
You: Qi She was humming it, so I am just copying him.
Sariel did not show any displeasure, so I presumed that he liked listening to it. I had liked it very much as well. The melody seemed to carry a sort of magic, letting those who listened to it feel more calm and at peace.
Qi She: But I didn't hum this much of the melody earlier. I only hummed a few notes.
Qi She: Miss, you are so creative, but I don't think Sariel likes to listen to this song.
The little gecko didn't finish his sentence before closing his mouth as if he thought of something.
You: Oh, Sariel doesn't like listening to it?
Sariel: That's not it.
As soon as I spoke, he had cut in immediately, ending the conversation. He continued to clean the leaves and gently put them aside.
I looked at Sariel, and then at the little gecko, confused as to what was true. But since Sariel says it wasn't true, then I guess it wasn't.
You: As I was saying, it's such a nice melody.
The little gecko turned over, exposing his belly to the sky, as if he was remembering something.
Qi She: That is true, but that is still not the best melody.
Qi She: It requires some musical instruments and a few more vocal parts to make it better. This song was originally written with these additions.
You: Little gecko, I didn't know that you were also a musician!
Qi She: I'm clueless about music, it's Sariel and---
*DANG* I heard a small sound behind me. I quickly turned my head around and was met with a crimson red color.
Sariel's right finger had a cut and blood was seeping out of it. It must've come from the blades of the fan when he was trying to fix it.
He only stared at the wound without moving, as if something else was on his mind.
Why is he so out of it today, I thought to myself.
You: Sariel, where is your first aid kit?
Sariel: I don't have one.
You: What?
Sariel: I don't have that kind of stuff at home.
You: What about Band-Aids? Or medical gauze?
Sariel: I don't have them. Don't worry about it.
You: How could we not? The blade that cut you had so much dust on it. At the very least, we need to disinfect it.
Fortunately, I found a bottle of iodine and clean cotton pads. I placed the two items on the table.
Sariel: How annoying.
Although he said that, he still opened the bottle of iodine with one hand, using the force of his index finger and thumb.
There were no cotton swabs, so he took a the cotton pad and dipped it into the bottle, then pressed it against his wound.
After that, relying on his left hand and the two fingers on his right hand, he skillfully wrapped up the wound with a piece of cloth.
Sariel: Are you satisfied now?
You: Yes, I'm satisfied.
Sariel: Don't overreact like this next time.
You: Next time, you should have a first aid kit at home.
I sighed.
You: On the first day of quitting a job, luck is usually not very good. This is what metaphysics teaches.
Sariel: That is called superstition, not metaphysics.
I pulled on his sleeves.
You: Maybe it would be better to check out the basement.
Sariel: What are we going to the basement for?
You: To see if the flowers have bloomed. If they have, then we need to transfer them to the garden.
Sariel: Right now is not their blooming season.
I don't know if I was looking too much into it, but Sariel's expression seemed to show acceptance, a bit of longing, and also a bit of sadness.
The same wide and ancient looking basement. The same windows, mountain scenery, clouds, and blue skies.
And the same two people standing in front of the windows.
Except this time, the flowers did not bloom.
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It was already golden hour time when I left Sariel's house. I turned back and looked at the character "Qi," imprinted on the wooden sign at his door.
The first time I came, this place looked like a mysterious forest. Now, it just looked like an ordinary house.
You: Ordinary...
I stood still at that spot.
I had finally realized why I had felt a sense of unease all day.
The leaves that could not be saved, eating more, a thin layer of sweat, and a wound that would not stop bleeding---
This version of Sariel was just like a normal human, a real human being.
You: Am I just overthinking it?
You: In the past... it's not like he was that unordinary though.
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Sariel stood by the window, staring at the flowers that were planted right outside. "Can you guys bloom now?" he asked in his heart.
But he knew the answer as soon as he thought the question.
This was the tone that the girl would use. In the past, this is how she would urge the flowers to bloom, without them needing to say a word.
Sariel returned to the house and moved the crane flower to the garden, removing some dead leaves and roots.
Qi She: Sariel, this plant is already dead.
Sariel: I know, I just want to try planting it again.
Qi She: Do you really have no more powers at all? Not even a little bit?
Qi She: I have never heard of this being a result of degeneration.
Sariel: Me neither.
Qi She displayed a look of worry on his face, something that he couldn't do when he was in his gecko form.
Qi She: Even if that is the case, do you really still have to go to Lin Island? The security there has become particularly strict.
Sariel: I have to go no matter what.
Qi She: Forget it. It seems like your old friend will have to come help you one more time.
Sariel avoided his wound and washed the soil off the rest of his hands. He then took the fan that he had repaired and placed it on the top of the window next to the gecko's tank.
Sariel: Do not come with me. Stay home.
Staring at him with a dumbfounded expression, the first thing that came to his mind was---
Qi She: So you really were eavesdropping when I was talking to the girl!
In the quarterly news that was sent out last Thursday, there were a list of names who passed the assessment and would be participating in the promotion ceremony. Among the list was my name. The office was filled with warm sounds of "congratulations" and teasing all around.
Perhaps it was because I had already known about this awhile ago that I did not have a reaction when I first saw my name. But while the initial joy had passed, pressure soon arose.
Sometimes, I'd wonder if I could really handle the work of being an Intermediate Designer, such as leading a team. Then I would remember the responsibilities of being a brand manager and realized that just being an Intermediate Designer would probably not be enough.
Time quickly passed by as I sat with the emotions of joy and anxiety.
Ever since I lost all contact with Charlie, I had developed a habit of checking various news outlets every day.
One week, then two weeks, and there was still no contact. No news on anything related to the case.
It has been awhile since Charlie last contacted me. I know he had several other businesses, but I never tried to look for him either.
I no longer believed that I could escape that snake-like gaze. I was not strong enough. All I could do was protect myself and not become somebody else's weakness.
The only place I've been to that was related to Charlie would be the hospital. I had asked Doctor He for a key to Charlie's office so that I could occasionally visit and spend some time in there.
I would tear off the past days on his calendar, so that it would be up to date when he returned.
A few more days had passed, and it was time to find out the results of the lottery ticket that Charlie had helped choose the numbers for. This was also a day that I had been waiting for. This ticket was one of the few things left between us.
You: We actually won $100!
Looking at the redemption rules, it seemed that there were only 3 days to redeem the prize. I had no other choice than to go claim it first.
You: Winning a lottery prize is such a rare thing, but Charlie can't even come to claim the prize. It seems that he is a little unlucky.
As I was mumbling to myself, I couldn't help but to smile. I could already imagine Charlie's face, stubbornly refusing to admit it.
After redeeming the prize at the lottery kiosk, the shop owner suggested that I use the prize money to exchange for another lottery ticket to continue my winning streak. I declined and opted for a check instead.
This way, Charlie would have something to keep as a memento. I carefully put the check into a separate compartment in my wallet so as to prevent it from being mixed in with the other bills.
It was at this moment that I felt something tug at the corner of my shirt. I looked over and saw a young child standing there, holding a bouquet of multi-colored roses in his arms.
He raised his head and handed the bouquet over to me.
You: ?
Child: An uncle wearing sunglasses told me to give this to you.
You: Uncle?
Child: Yes. He told me to give it to the Miss standing at the lottery counter, and said she was the most compatible person for him.
Why did this phrase sound so familiar. I looked at the child and let out a smile.
You: Then, how did you find me?
Child: Because you are the only Miss here. Everyone else is an Uncle.
You: ... ...
I looked around me and saw that he was right. I received the bouquet of flowers and noticed a paper card, shaped like a heart, sticking out from the middle. The card had a sentence, written in script, and it also released a sweet fragrance into the air.
You: Ah...
It was Charlie! There was no question about it. It was his clumsy handwriting and the scent of cologne. Two things that I was familiar with.
Why did have to use this method to contact me all of a sudden? Could he have run into danger?!
I raised my head and wanted to ask the child where he met Charlie, but the child was already gone. I looked back at the card and noticed he had written the name of a nearby MRT station, along with the numbers 03046.
The station was not too far from here. I soon arrived, but did not see Charlie.
You: 03047... ... could it mean that we are meeting here at 3:47?
No, it couldn't be. The station would have already closed by then, and he could've just directly written it in a time format.
You: Could it be referring to the schedule of a specific train?
I found a staff member nearby and briefly asked them about it, but could not find any connections between the string of numbers and their train schedule.
You: What could these numbers be referring to... ...
??: Please come back again.
It was in that moment that I heard the sentence, spoken in a robotic voice, and I suddenly realized what it was.
You: Of course, the lockers!
A lot of new lockers had been placed in the MRT this year. It could easily be accessed by scanning a code with your own cell phone, then setting a password. After that, you could store your items in there for a period of time.
I turned towards the lockers and took a look at the lock. It had exactly 5 spots for the passcode.
I entered 03047 and suddenly heard a beep. The door to a locker opened, and two small, round objects appeared before me.
You: What is this?
I took them out and carefully examined then, before double checking the locker to make sure that there was nothing else inside.
The round objects were black, very thin, with small protrusions around the edges. It looked like it could be made of metal, but it didn't feel like metal.
I was puzzled and deep in thought when a message popped up on my phone.
Unknown (SMS): Fiancée, I need your help.
You (SMS): Charlie?!
Charlie (SMS): Inside the station's locker are two listening devices.
So they were listening devices after all. I was not familiar with these things and it was the first time I had seen something like it.
I quickly closed the locker door and walked to an empty corner of the station.
You (SMS): I already have them. What do you need me to do?
Charlie (SMS): Just like that? You don't have any questions for me?
You (SMS): Other questions... oh yeah, are you safe right now?
Charlie (SMS): I am very safe. But that's not what I'm talking about.
Charlie (SMS): You should have refused me first, and then tried to understand the situation before readily agreeing.
My fingers lingered on the keyboard. The tone that he used was very relaxed, but I still felt a sense of restlessness in them.
Idleness and rejection were two very different things.
I had a feeling that even if he was safe right now, the situation was probably not very good.
You (SMS): You've once said that you would ask me for help only when you had no other choice.
You (SMS): I also trust that you must have considered my safety before making this decision.
This time, it took a little while before Charlie sent another text back.
Charlie (SMS): Has anyone ever told you that you are starting to sound like me?
Charlie (SMS): So good at speaking, leaving the other person at a lost for words.
You (SMS): He who stays near ink is stained black.
*This is a poetic figure of speech in Chinese meaning that people are easily influenced by their surroundings and the companions they hang out with.
Charlie (SMS): My hair is a sterling silver, my eyes amethyst, my heart the color of ardent fire, so whatever colors it may be, it still wouldn't be black.
I could not help but to laugh as I stared at his response. My heart felt a little less anxious.
You (SMS): Tell me what you need me to do.
Charlie (SMS): Yes, ma'am.
Charlie (SMS): My father has been moving between hospitals recently, and his conversations with the higher ups will be very important.
Charlie (SMS): But he is very discreet, so I can't find an opportunity to get close to him. And now, with my identity, I cannot enter these places either.
Thus, the need for wiretapping is explained. And the best place to do this would be---
You (SMS): You want me to help you plant the listening device on your father?
You (SMS): But how would I do that?
Charlie (SMS): A suit. Remember you told him that you would make him a suit?
You (SMS): But would he still trust me now?
Charlie (SMS): I cannot be certain, which is why you need two listening devices.
Charlie (SMS): But I know that he WILL see you, and he will try the suit on in front of you.
You (SMS): How are you so sure?
Charlie (SMS): Because he is arrogant, and he uses his knowledge to manipulate others. Except, he is not the only one with this trick.
I stared at his message for a bit, and noticed that I could not imagine the tone he would be saying it in.
You (SMS): And then what?
Charlie (SMS): Then you leave it to me. Remember to delete this number and erase our history of messages. I will not be using this number again.
You (SMS): Wait... since you can text me, why didn't you just text me the station name and locker passcode?
Charlie (SMS): Because I feel that acting like a spy to deliver information would be more romantic.
Charlie (SMS): Also, I wanted to see you up close. There are a lot of people here, and two of the cameras are not working.
Charlie (SMS): Fiancée, your absent-mindedness and smile are still as adorable as ever.
I instantly raised my head and looked around, but only saw strangers everywhere.
I knew that Charlie must be close by. Although we could not talk face-to-face, this arrangement still made me feel calm and happy.
You (SMS): I will get this done. Also, the flowers are beautiful, but how could you still be buying such expensive flowers during this time?
Charlie (SMS): Tell me, were you happy when you saw the flowers?
You (SMS): Yes.
Charlie (SMS): Then the money was well spent.
You (SMS): What if I said I wasn't happy?
Charlie (SMS): Then you'd be lying, because I already saw you smile.
The screen showed that he was still in the chatroom. I felt like next message would tell me that he was going to leave soon. Instead of continuing the conversation, I reluctantly erased my message and replaced it with a reminder for him to stay safe.
At this moment, a broadcast came over the speaker saying that the station would experience a brief power outage, which would not affect the train operations. Everyone was asked to patiently wait for a few minutes, and all the lights flickered off.
Charlie (SMS): Fiancée, the electricity is out.
You (SMS): I've never heard of the train station having a power outage, could it be related to the fact that you are here right now?
Charlie (SMS): I know you think that I am extremely unlucky, but I feel quite the opposite. Do you want to guess why?
I looked to the side, and saw that the locker that was lit just now had also turned pitch black.
You (SMS): That's true. Good thing I was able to pick up the items you left for me before the power outage.
Charlie (SMS): You've only guessed correctly by 1/9999.
Then what was the 9998/9999? I waited for him to respond, but no text message came again.
What came was a burst of sweet and spicy aroma, along with the outline of a tall and familiar figure in the darkness.
I could not see his face under the dim light from the phone screen. I could only faintly discern that he seemed to have slimmed down in the same coat that he always wore. He was looking at me, his gaze filled with warmth.
He stood a little bit closer. Although I didn't have to, I couldn't help but to close my eyes. The sound of laughter came gently into my ears as I felt Charlie lean down and give me a hug.
Charlie (SMS): I've wanted to do this from the moment I saw you walk in earlier.
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--The Chairman's Office of NOVATEN Pharmaceutical Group--
Before me sat Charlie's father. His face wore an expression of deep concern and sorrow, imitating the features of a caring father.
Zha Zhao Peng: I understand Charlie's personality too well. He must have some sort of misunderstanding and is stuck on something trivial.
Zha Zhao Peng: So Miss Y/N, if you hear any news about him, you must immediately tell me. Or at least help me persuade him.
Zha Zhao Peng: I don't want my son to inadvertently become a criminal.
Liar.
I held the cup of tea that he made me, but did not drink it. The residue in the cup seemed like a pool of thick, viscous poison.
It took me a week to make this suit, and then I had to go through Uncle Ji to schedule a meeting with Charlie's father.
As soon as he saw me, he asked if I knew the whereabouts of Charlie, or if I had heard from him. He said that nobody was able to contact him, making him extremely worried.
He said that the police were waiting for Charlie's testimony in regards to Sun Tai Zhong's case, and that if he did not go, there would be a risk of being wanted by the officials.
Liar. He was already wanted on the night of the incident, on that same evening. But I just nodded my head in response.
You: I will. I am also very worried about him.
Charlie's father let out a big sigh.
Zha Zhao Peng: This will make me less worried. After all, only you young'uns can best understand one another.
Zha Zhao Peng: Look at me, I almost forgot why you came to visit.
He patted the gift box that was sitting beside him.
Zha Zhao Peng: Do you mind if I try the suit on?
You: Of course not. It makes me so happy that you'd be willing to try it.
I watched him put on the suit jacket that I brought. When he saw the double padded buttons, he looked very pleased.
Zha Zhao Peng: You are a very talented designer. This is one of the best button designs I have ever seen.
You: You are too kind. Does it fit well?
Zha Zhao Peng: Extremely well.
Zha Zhao Peng: Since this is also a gift from Charlie, I think I should wear it more often to important events.
That's as good as it gets, I thought to myself.
You: I won't take up any more of your time then. You must be so busy with work.
I stood up and gave him a wave as he also stood up across from me.
Zha Zhao Peng: This is no bother at all. Let me have somebody drive you home.
You: No---
Zha Zhao Peng: I insist. Let me express my gratitude by doing this for you.
As he stood by the window, he watched a black sedan disappear from view. The corners of his mouth frowned as a cold smile flashed across his eyes.
He ran his fingers over the black buttons on the suit, pinched one in particular with a little force, and it fell onto his hand.
The button split open under his grip, emitting a crisp sound.
Zha Zhao Peng: Obvious trick.
??: Obvious trick.
While there was a hiss coming from the half-tuned signal, a voice began to emerge more clearly into Charlie's earpiece. Given the variation in it's volume, the transmission was likely coming from something near the junction of the suits' shoulder and his fathers' arm.
To create a better fit on the suit's upper portion, this part was purposely sewn to be stiffer, allowing a small space to insert a tiny object.
Charlie: You did amazing, fiancée.
The father would, as he had said, wear the suit gifted by his son to attend important events. Although he was suspicious, he was also extremely conceited, so conceited that--- Charlie lowered his eyes.
He could sense that the power outage at the station was no accident. He was not the only one being watched. This time, the other party did not detect the two-piece listening device... or did they?
He needed to be more careful, Charlie thought to himself. He leaned back against his chair and started to wonder how long he could rely on the brief embrace with her before they could meet again.
In the underground passage, dim yellow lights scattered the hallway, casting down on two shadows. Jesse was silently following a man.
The Lian Shan Association has different architectural styles around the world. This is based on local and cultural considerations, but the internal layout was essentially the same, and the headquarters were no exception.
When he was in France, Jesse had researched the blueprint of Lian Shan's building. He committed to memory every room in the layout, including the areas that were off limits.
He was confident in his own memories, and was sure that this narrow hallway they were walking in did not appear in any of the blueprints.
Jesse suddenly felt dizzy, causing him to abruptly halt his steps, the soles of his feet scraping along the floor with a sharp hiss.
Minister Jiang: Jesse, watch your step. There are a lot of bumpy spots here.
Jesse: I will, thanks.
He maintained his usual voice and tone, but a thin layer of sweat seeped out from his back. He knew that he did not crash into or hit anything. This was a consequence of controlling the soul of a living being.
Three days earlier, deep into the night, Lin Shan Association Secret Archives.
Administrator: Minister Wang, what are you still doing here so late? Why don't you turn on some lights? Do you need me to turn them on for you?
Minister Wang: No need, I'm about to head back.
Minister Wang nodded at the administrator and walked away with no expression. But after taking a few steps, his body began to sway and he fell against the wall. The administrator hurried forward to stabilize him.
Administrator: Are you okay?
Administrator: You're awake now. You fainted just now and really gave me a scare.
In an instant, consciousness returned to the body. Jesse coughed violently a few times, bending over and dry heaving. Trying to suppress his discomfort, he lifted his head and looked at the clock on the wall.
Jesse: Seven minutes... ...
He had burned the talisman paper in just seven minutes. This was the first time that he could not control a borrowed body and return its original place on time.
Learning incantations, using them repeatedly to build proficiency, this is the true path of spell cultivation. However, the more he used these forbidden techniques, the lower the effectiveness became.
Jesse clenched his palm tightly, trying to perform the same technique again, unable to muster any strength this time.
It was impossible to go through the data related to the solar eclipse project in the archive room this way. But the investigation was imminent, not only containing information about his father's past, but also---
He closed his eyes. In recent days, the scene from that night had become deeply rooted in his heart, waking him up in the middle of the night through nightmares countless times.
Lu Ting --- the leader of the Blood Clan, an important role in the solar eclipse plan. Why did he make a move against the girl?
He wanted to know too much, and there was only one way to find what he needed. In his pocket was something sharp, coming from the corner of a piece of folded paper.
Jesse took it out and stared at it for a long time, despite the room being dark.
And this was how he ended up here.
Yesterday, he had submitted a formal application to join the Lian Shan Association. Minister Jiang soon contacted him, hoping to meet in person. It was not difficult to guess that this topic would come up during the meeting.
Unknowingly, they had walked to the end of the hallway, facing a metallic wall.
On the wall were devices used to verify identification, which appeared out of place compared to the classical carvings adorning the wall.
Jesse: Minister Jiang, this place is...?
Minister Jiang: Oh right, this must be your first time here. This is one of the earlier offices used by the Lian Shan Association.
On the right side of the wall, a door that measured approximately two meters high had swung open. It might've not been two meters high, as Jesse felt that he had almost hit his head when passing through.
Upon entering the room, the image of the archive room and its' entirety came into view. There was a dome, three other stone walls, and numerous cabinets that formed around the perimeter, some of the yellow steel locks on them already rusting.
Minister Jiang: What do you think? It looks old right?
He pats Jesse's shoulder with a joking tone.
Minister Jiang: Now that you're here, can you help me see if there are any lingering ghosts or spirits in here?
Jesse: From what I can see, there is none.
Jesse: However, I did see the ghost of a middle-aged woman as we were walking down the hallway earlier.
Jesse: She was not malicious, and was just watching us in sorrow.
Minister Jiang's face changed slightly when he heard the words "middle-aged woman," but he quickly recovered and looked at Jesse with appreciation.
Jesse: Unless the soul is damaged during the extradition process, I am able to sense them.
Minister Jiang: Good, good. You really are from the Xia family. You have the same demeanor as your grandfather from when he was young.
Jesse looked at the Minister Jiang's hair, unsure of whether the shiny black color was natural or dyed. From his appearance, it didn't seem like he would have met Jesse's grandfather when he was young.
But he held the highest position in the Lian Shan Association, and according to the internal system, he did have a lot of experience.
As he was thinking about this, Minister Jiang already retracted his smile and walked over to a wooden table. He pulled out a chair and gestured for Jesse to sit down.
Minister Jiang: Jesse, you should have a few years of experience already from helping out the division in France, right?
Jesse: Yes. But I didn't do that much, I just occasionally went to help look at crime scenes.
Minister Jiang: How did it feel? Some crime scenes can be very terrifying.
Jesse: I am pretty indifferent to it. Perhaps I am naturally just more carefree.
He scratched the back of his head, revealing a somewhat embarrassed smile.
Minister Jiang: Young people... carefree is good, you have less worries.
He placed a form on the table, and Jesse recognized it as the application he had submitted. The column for stamping approval was blank, indicating that it had not been approved yet.
Minister Jiang: You said that you didn't do very much for the other division, but you're being too modest.
Minister Jiang: I've seen the reports from their department. Just by obtaining evidence from the deceased, you've helped crack many unsolved cases and avoided many wrongful convictions.
He was expecting a "however," but there was no "however" that came after the sentence. Jesse looked as if he had not realized this, and earnestly looked at Minister Jiang.
Jesse: Does this mean you are willing to approve my application?
Minister Jiang: For what reason would I be unwilling to at this point? I've even brought the stamp with me today.
He chuckled heartily, and then took out a stamp, placing it next to the application form.
Minister Jiang: At times like this, I wish that I had never met your grandfather, or that I at least did not get along with him.
Jesse: What do you mean?
Minister Jiang: Stop being so formal, just call me uncle.
Minister Jiang: You are my old friends grandson, so I have to consider this carefully and discuss with you the pros and cons of this job.
Minister Jiang: I'm sure you already understand the purpose behind Lian Shan Association's existence?
Jesse: I've attended several meetings and roughly understand that they intend to preserve the welfare of humanity, while hiding the presence of gifted people, or people with special abilities.
Minister Jiang: Correct. Do you have any questions about it? This is the time to ask them.
Jesse hesitated for a moment. He was judging whether the person in front of him was being sincere or simply testing him.
But from the sincere expression on Minister Jiang's face, he felt that they had already expected the questions that Jesse would ask, and had also prepared answers in advance for them.
Jesse: I do have one question. Why is our purpose to hide evidence of the gifted, instead of--
Minister Jiang: Coexistence.
Jesse: Or reduce evidence. If you are to look at the whole picture, this could be another method.
Minister Jiang casted a surprised glance at Jesse, then looked up at the towering dome.
Jesse followed his gaze, and only then did he notice the colors covering the wall paintings, with vaguely discernable figures wearing varied clothing and having somewhat different appearances.
Some humanoids were bound to a wooden frame, burned by flames, while others had their chest impaled by long spikes, and even more being beaten with sticks by several others wearing the same attire.
Minister Jiang: The paintings on this wall all depict historical events. You should be able to recognize at least one of them.
Jesse: Was this a witch hunt?
Minister Jiang: Some call it witch hunt, some call it witchcraft hysteria. Whatever the name, in essence, they all referred to the same thing.
Jesse: Uncle Jiang--- do you mean that their appearance is related to the groups of gifted people?
Minister Jiang: The lifespan of a human being is short, leaving only rumors behind, and the truth debatable.
Minister Jiang: However, one thing can be certain. This is related to humans perceiving those around them as "others" who do not belong to their own group.
Minister Jiang: For this reason, compatriots harbor mutual suspicion, impose punishments, and would even slaughter one another.
Minister Jiang: What you see now has been documented over the last thousands of years.
Minister Jiang: It is not easy for humans to believe in their own power. Breaking the rules are not as simple as repeating the same mistakes.
Jesse: And that is why concealment is the safest way to preserve life.
Minister Jiang: You could say that, yes.
Jesse: But this type of concealment will still have its' consequences.
Minister Jiang looked deeply at Jesse and did not immediately respond.
Jesse: They do not adhere to the rules of human society, even if they appear to be human.
Jesse: For example, if they use their powers to commit murder, they can also leave no traces at the crime scene, making it impossible to pursue criminal investigation and legal proceedings.
Minister Jiang: This is the responsibility of the Lian Shan Association. They are to provide a fair and reasonable explanation to the family of the victims.
Minister Jiang: We punish these individuals to the best of our ability-- let's call them human beings.
Jesse mulled over the phrase "to the best of our ability."
Minister Jiang: This is the most important point, that all of this has to be carried out in secret.
Minister Jiang: You should have discovered overseas that the Lian Shan Association can mobilize police and give them orders.
Minister Jiang: But ordinary people do not know much about our existence.
Minister Jiang: I heard that you've achieved quite a lot in the performing arts industry, so you should be used to being noticed and recognized, right?
The implication was that one could not adapt to working in the shadows, right? Jesse lowered his eyes, thinking about how to respond.
Jesse: You worry too much. Musical theatre is my passion, but it does not mean that I enjoy the feeling of being in the spotlight.
Jesse: I play these roles precisely because I do not want to expose myself in front of others.
Minister Jiang: Then have you fully considered the dangers of joining the Association?
Minister Jiang: You will not be able to resume your former lifestyle.
Minister Jiang: The most fundamental part of this is that after joining, whatever you encounter depends on your luck.
Jesse glanced over. To Minister Jiang, the youth in front of him began to show signs of hesitation.
Minister Jiang: This is not a small issue to be overlooked. You must consider it carefully.
Jesse: I've already---
I've already gotten used to it. Jesse stopped himself from blurting that out.
He would bear a heavy price, betting on a precarious future, past and present. He seemed to always do things this way.
However, there was nothing wrong with that. Instead, it made him feel more at peace. He smiled at Minister Jiang with the most sincere smile he'd shown up until this moment.
Jesse: Uncle Jiang, thank you for thinking about me, but I've made a decision already.
Jesse: I understand the risks you speak of, and I am ready to accept them.
Minister Jiang stared at Jesse's face, as if trying to find some trace of difficulty in it. After a moment, he let out a small sigh.
Minister Jiang: Your determination at such a young age truly makes me ashamed of my old self.
His tone was full of praise, but what followed was not what Jesse had expected. Minister Jiang did not continue discussing the application, but fell silent instead.
Is Lian Shan doubtful of its' own abilities? Or is was it too hard to believe in having too much determination?
Jesse carefully observed the man's expression and demeanor.
Jesse: Uncle Jiang, do you have any other concerns?
Minister Jiang: I am not worried about your abilities, but what may be needed to handle these cases may require more than just abilities.
Minister Jiang: I really want you to think about it a little more. I think letting you work on a case might give you a clearer picture of what to expect before making a decision.
Jesse: You mean...?
Minister Jiang: Before we officially approve your application, I want you to try handling a case first.
Jesse: I understand.
Jesse: On one hand, my ability can be tested. On the other, this will allow me to make a more informed decision.
Minister Jiang let out a sigh, absent-mindedly tapping his fingers on the table.
Minister Jiang: I'm glad you understand.
Minister Jiang: We happen to have a case right now. It is not too serious, but has sparked a lot of debate in society.
Minister Jiang: Most of the public opinion pertains to the supernatural, and if this continues, then there could be negative consequences.
Minister Jiang: The Association plans to take over the case from the police and resolve it as soon as possible. Your ability should come in handy.
Jesse: I will do my best. If everything goes smoothly and we close the case, could you be the one to stamp my application form?
Minister Jiang: Of course I can.
Minister Jiang smiled helplessly, took out a pen from his suit pocket, wrote an address on the back of the application form, and handed it to Jesse.
Minister Jiang: Young people nowadays... I'm advising you to consider it carefully for your own good, but it sounds like I'm deliberately trying to stop you.
Jesse: I'm sorry. I am just too excited at the prospect of potentially joining the Association.
Minister Jiang: Okay, then I won't take up any more of your time.
Minister Jiang: You can begin by heading to the police station.
Minister Jiang: They've already obtained some preliminary evidence, and the victim's body has also been placed there.
Minister Jiang: I will give them a heads up and ensure that they cooperate with your investigation.
Jesse arrived at the lobby of the police station, but nobody paid much attention to him. The policeman brushed past him hurriedly, leaving behind only fragments of their conversations.
They were about to pick up a suspect, which seemed to be a significant step in the case, but it was more important for Jesse to examine Sun Tai Zhong's corpse at this time.
He smiled as he approached the consultation desk.
Lying in bed, I held my phone up high, swiping through a news story.
You: The case is under investigation, and the results will be reported to all citizens who are waiting for official information.
This was the official statement from the authorities, but it contained nothing else that was noteworthy. There was still no mention of the warrant for Charlie, which probably meant that he was right about this being the work of his father's.
*Ding Dong* -- The doorbell rang.
??: Is anybody home?
When I looked through the peephole, there were two men standing there. They were both wearing navy uniforms, with badges on their hats.
You: Is there something I can help you with?
Officer A: Hello, I will explain.
Officer A: Recently, we have been handling a case in Guangqi City in relation to the First Union Hospital.
Officer A: There was a witness who testified that you had entered the hospital building during that incident.
Officer A: Because of this, I hope you can come to the police station to make a statement and help us with the investigation.
He took out an identification card from the pocket of his jacket, showing his photo on it, along with the words "Police Building Security Identification."
My heart clenched tightly. The events that happened that night could not be explained easily in just a few words. Even if I told them the whole truth, they would definitely not believe things like "illusions" or the like.
Officer A: Miss Y/N, are you listening? If you have any concerns, please don't hesitate to speak up.
He moved a bit closer to the peephole, his expression not stern at all.
Officer A: Normally, you should be able to choose where you want to give your statement. But due to the unique circumstances of this case, we had to arrange for it to take place at the station. I hope you can understand.
Officer A: If you have concerns, you may first contact a lawyer before deciding what to do next.
It was just for a statement. If I didn't go, it would only complicate things.
You: Okay, I understand.
I was sitting alone in the interrogation room, the surrounding air freezing cold, and the one-way glass window isolating me from the outside world. The two police officers who had brought me here had already left.
The door suddenly opened, and an older police office walked in. He sat across from me without looking at my face, opened the folder in his hand, and turned towards me.
Older Officer: This is your name and other personal information, correct?
Older Officer: Last Saturday at 7PM, you and another male figure visited the First Union Hospital, is that correct?
You: I don't remember the time, but I did go to the First Union Hospital.
Older Officer: Who was the man with you?
You: He is one of my friends.
Older Officer: His name is Charlie, correct?
Briefly hesitating, I nodded. After all, withholding too much information might only arouse more suspicion.
Older Officer: Why did you guys go to the hospital? What did you guys do during the time you were there?
You: We were looking for someone, but did not end up finding them, so we just left.
This was not entirely true. My palms were starting to sweat. This is not a place where I should have been lying.
However, I really could not discern between what was part of the illusion and what was reality. Also Charlie... these "illusions" should not be used as evidence against him, so I could not talk about it.
Older Officer: Who were you looking for?
You: Zha Zhao Peng.
Older Officer: Were you and the man working together?
You: No.
Older Officer: Have you seen this pair of medical scissors before?
He pushed a photo in front of me, displaying a pair of blood-stained medical scissors packed in an evidence bag.
You: I have seen medical scissors before, but they all look the same. So I can't confirm if I've seen this particular pair before.
Older Officer: During your time at the hospital, did Charlie see Sun Tai Zhong?
You: I am not sure.
This was the first time he had looked up and glanced at me. His eyes betrayed no emotion, yet I was feeling apprehensive.
Older Officer: You are not sure, not "no" or "I don't know," why?
You: Not being sure is the same meaning as "I don't know."
Older Officer: There is a big difference between those two phrases.
Older Officer: I hope you can be more honest with me. What did Charlie do in the hospital?
You: I already told you. He was looking for his father but could not find him, and I don't know about anything else.
Older Officer: Okay.
He closed the folder, stood up, as if done with the interrogation.
You: Am I allowed to leave now?
Older Officer: I'm afraid not.
Older Officer: Miss Y/N, through the interrogation just now, we have already confirmed that you are suspected of criminal activity, so we need to detain you.
Older Officer: If you intend to change your testimony, you can inform a personnel at any time.
A glaring white light filled the entire room, so I held up my hands to shield my eyes instinctively. In a brief moment of emptiness in my vision, I heard the sound of a door closing.
I'm suspected of criminal activity? How could he make such a judgement just by asking a few questions?
I had not processed the information yet, but a strong sense of panic began to rise in my heart.
How long would they detain me for? Would I have to stay here until I "changed my testimony?"
I sat there, dumbfounded, for I don't know how long. At some point, I realized that I wasn't restricted to the chair, so I stood up and paced around the room.
You: I have been telling the truth. I really don't know what happened that night.
You: How could you guys decide that I am a criminal suspect so easily? How long do you guys plan to keep me here?
I stood in front of the one-way glass, talking incessantly, but only my own voice could be heard. In the solitude of that empty room, the flow of time became unclear.
I could feel that somebody on the other side of the mirror was looking at me, but only chose to remain silent.
Who would notice that I was missing? Before I left home, I didn't send messages to anyone. Today is Saturday, and I have work on Monday. Would my colleagues notice that I was missing?
Unsure if it was my own delusion, but the light seemed to be getting brighter, and my nerves began to tingle in pain.
My chest was filled with two conflicting emotions, feeling so restless to the point that I had wanted to break open the door with something, but also so terrified to the point that I wanted to kneel down on the ground and cry.
You: Is there anyone outside!
There was still no response.
I took a few steps backwards until I was far away from the glass window and closed my eyes, but the lights would still shine through, making me feel like I was constantly being watched.
*BANG* The door suddenly opened with a force, hitting the wall. It wasn't actually loud, but to me, it sounded like a clap of thunder.
A black shadow loomed outside the door.
I opened my eyes wide in fear. There was a figure standing in the shadows.
The figure was tall, with a slender and straight posture, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and draped in a black vest.
I immediately seized the opportunity and rushed to the door.
You: Please listen to me. I did not commit a crime, there must be some misunderstanding!
Running too fast in a panic, I almost stepped on the stranger's foot, but the person did not move.
You: I'm sorry.
I looked up and then saw his face, making me freeze in place for a moment.
The hat was too big on him, covering more than half his forehead, revealing only a few strands of orange bangs.
The outline of his face was round, but the lower jaw was sharp and angular.
The pair of eyes that I was so familiar with were now a deep green at this moment, as if countless thoughts were flowing through them, too quickly for me to distinguish. Only one word came out of my mouth.
You: Tangyuan...*Reminder: Tangyuan is MC's nickname for Jesse.
??: What are you doing? Go sit back down!
A terrifying voice sounded, and only then did I notice that Jesse was standing in between the two officers who had brought me here earlier.
When they came to pick me up earlier, they were very friendly, but now they seemed to have changed their demeanor.
You: I really did not do anything!
You: No matter what, can you please release me first? I am willing to continue cooperating with your investigation.
Officer A: You are currently a criminal suspect, what makes you think you can make requests? Sit back down.
He stepped forward and gestured as if to push me back into the interrogation room.
*SNAP* As soon as the officer moved, Jesse grasped his arm with a snap.
He applied more strength, knuckles turning white. Unsure of when this happened, he had taken my other hand, which was lightly trembling.
Jesse: Do not touch her.
Officer A: What is the meaning of this? Weren't you the one who said you wanted to see the suspect and interrogate them some more?
Jesse: And I've seen them.
Jesse: This case is now under Lian Shan Association's jurisdiction. I want to take her with me.
Officer A: You can't take her just because you say you want to. She is a suspect of this case.
Jesse: And I will take her with me now.
Officer A: No, I already told you, the suspect needs to stay here---
He didn't finish speaking, because Jesse's expression had turned extremely terrifying at the mention of her name and "suspect" together.
He clenched his left fist, with a reddish hue emerging around his joints, and the veins on his arm bulging out. Even with shallow breathing, each breath seemed to pulsate vigorously.
Jesse: She would never hurt anyone for as long as she lives.
Jesse: What are you doing locking her up in this room? What are you trying to make her say?
His hand grasped mine tighter and tighter. I wanted to reach out and help him loosen the grip, telling him that it's okay and to not start a conflict.
But he firmly held onto my hand, keeping me close to him, leaving me hardly any room to move.
??: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Just then, the other officer who had been silent this whole time, made a pause gesture, standing between the two men, and let out a nervous laugh.
Officer B: What are you guys doing? Do you want to fight here and have others laugh at you? Don't be so silly.
Officer B: This representative of Lian Shan Association---
Officer B: There might have been a misunderstanding in relation to this case, but we really do not have the authority to let her go.
Officer B: How about this? You take her to the nearby lounge to rest for a bit, and we will figure this out right away.
He took out a key and held it in front of us, with an earnest look on his face.
Jesse did not take the key right away. The corner of his eye still retained a hint of red, as if the anger were still there.
However, we were dealing with police officers after all. It would not do us any good to go against them, so I gently tugged at Jesse's sleeve.
You: Tangyuan, I am a little bit tired, and I don't have the energy to move right now. How about we go sit down for a bit?
Jesse turned back, the stern look in his eyes slightly softening as he nodded.
Jesse: Okay.
Jesse turned off the lights in the lounge and drew the curtains, creating a dim space. The only thing shining in the room were his eyes.
I sat on the sofa, with two cushions behind me, my whole body almost sinking into them.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I noticed that it had been four hours since I left home.
I stretched my legs to get up. Jesse, who was originally leaning against the wall, saw this and stood up at once.
Jesse: Hey, don't move. What do you need?
You: I am just a little bit thirsty so I wanted to pour myself a cup of water.
Jesse: Just let me know, I will go pour it for you.
He walked up to the water dispenser and pulled out a stack of paper cups from the drawer below. He did not use the cup at the top of the stack, but took one from the middle instead.
Jesse handed me the warm cup of water, enough to warm up my palms.
Jesse: Here you go.
You: Thanks, you should also quickly---
--Sit down. Before I could finish speaking, he suddenly remembered something, ran to the corner of the room, and moved a bench over.
Jesse: Would you like to try putting your legs on here? It might be more comfortable.
You: I am really okay. Why are you trying to cheer me up as if I were a child?
Jesse: It would be great if you were a child. Then I would be able to watch you all the time.
Jesse: And you wouldn't have had to be detained here for four hours.
You: It's just four hours, not too bad, not too bad...
He made a frustrated expression and was about to say something. However, I noticed the brim of his hat had somehow tilted to one side, so I waved my hands in front of him.
Jesse: What's wrong?
You: Tilt your head this way.
Jesse obediently tilted his head towards me. I adjusted the hat for him, and at the same time, used my fingers to tidy up his messy hair.
Jesse: What exactly happened? How did you end up at the police station? Did they do anything else to you?
One after another, more and more questions came to Jesse's mind, making him seemingly more urgent. I quickly reached out and pinched the corners of his mouth on both sides.
You: You have so many questions. I need to answer them one by one.
You: First, what happened... this one is a bit complicated. Can I tell you a short version of what happened?
Jesse: Absolutely not. You need to tell me the whole story, with every detail.
You: Okay, let me think about where to begin.
First Union Hospital. Sun Tai Zhong. I tried to extract as much information as possible from my chaotic memories.
At the beginning, Jesse just listened quietly. Halfway through the story, he took my wrist with his grip getting tighter and tighter, rubbing the skin and making it tense.
When I reached the part where I ended up at the police station, he finally relaxed a little.
Jesse: It's all my fault.
After a while, he didn't speak. When he did speak, it was still the same response. I shook my head vigorously.
You: It's not your fault. How could it be your fault?
Jesse: It is my fault.
Jesse: Every time you encounter danger, I'm not able to be by your side.
Jesse: Just like today. If only I had arrived earlier.
You: It's already timely, really. You don't know how relieved I am to see you. It's just like seeing a superhero.
Jesse: A superhero?
He repeated the word, eyelashes curling slightly, and then sighed deeply.
Jesse: All right. I am the orange hearted tangyuan, coming from the mochi planet just to rescue the princess.
Jesse: Luckily, your enemy isn't too strong so I was not too late.
Jesse: Then princess, are you feeling unwell anywhere?
You: Not at all.
Jesse: Really?
He stared into my face, gazing at me in a way that made my words feel uneasy.
You: Well, I guess my eyes are a little sore. I can just go home and apply a hot compress, then it will feel better after a little bit.
Jesse: Why do you need hot compresses? I can also do it for you.
Jesse reached out and gently covered my eyes with a piece of cloth. It seemed as if I had already anticipated his unpredictable movements, and I closed my eyes before he got too close.
His palms felt warm, and in front of me was a comforting darkness, almost making me forget that I also had questions for him.
You: Speaking of which, how did you end up here anyway? You said something about the case being transferred to some Lian Shan Association...
I seem to have heard this name somewhere before, but could not recall from where at the moment.
Jesse: Lian Shan Association is a government agency.
You: Government agency?
Jesse: They were established to handle extraordinary cases and matters that are usually confidential to the public.
You: Like a secret agent?
Jesse: Kind of.
You: And you---
Jesse: I've joined the association, and I am now in charge of Sun Tai Zhong's case.
You: But aren't you a musical theatre actor? And aren't you still studying?
Jesse: How do I put this... I guess it's like a side business. It just so happens that my abilities come in handy.
Jesse's palm suddenly began to sweat.
Jesse: Are you surprised?
You: Of course I am. Our tangyuan has really grown up.
A small sigh came from beside me, sounding like he was dissatisfied.
Jesse: Can we rephrase that?
Jesse: Such as, Jesse, I didn't expect you to be doing such cool things.
Of course. Not only this, I could say something that was a thousand or ten thousand times better, because it would be the truth.
I held his hand and felt the distinct outlines of his bones on the back of it.
You: Jesse, I didn't expect that you would be doing such cool things.
He did not respond immediately, and his fingers just moved awkwardly. I blinked.
You: What's wrong?
Jesse: Nothing. It's just... your eyelashes are making me itchy.
His voice was hoarse, and when I saw the light again, I was met with a pair of silky eyes, serene in color, but it seemed as though there were waves of flames surging on the inside.
I felt hot for a moment, the heat spreading to my face, so I quickly looked away.
The police officer did not lie. Two hours later, he came into the lounge and told us that he had consulted with his superiors, letting us know that we were now allowed to leave.
The one who saw us off at the police station was the chief himself. What surprised me even more was that he was the older officer who had interrogated me, and he introduced himself as Chief Liao.
Chief Lao and Jesse shook hands.
Chief Lao: This case is indeed complicated, and the inefficiency of the bureau is to blame. I deeply apologize for today.
Chief Lao: We will have to rely on the Lian Shan Association to work hard for this case.
Jesse: No, Chief Lao, you have already handled the matter with much diligence.
Jesse's eyes and mouth corners drooped, but his gaze was sharp, piercing straight towards Chief Liao.
Jesse: So diligent that you'd use methods such as illegally detaining tactics.
Chief Liao seemed to have been caught off guard by Jesse's response and took a brief pause. He let go of the hand that was holding onto Jesse's.
Chief Liao: We will do better in this area in the future.
Jesse: Then we'll be off.
Chief Liao: Please stay a moment.
Chief Liao sighed deeply. His majestic and indifferent expression seemed to be cracking.
Chief Liao: I deeply regret what happened to your father.
Did he know Jesse's father? I was a bit surprised and turned to look at Jesse's expression. He seemed just as puzzled as me.
Chief Liao: I've kept this in my heart for many years, and I can finally say it out loud now. I can consider it a burden released.
Jesse: You knew my father?
Chief Liao: Ten years ago, I was your father's supervisor. He called me big brother.
Chief Liao: Afterwards, he was transferred to Lian Shan Association, and I had less opportunities to meet with him.
Chief Liao: I don't believe the two of you recognize me.
His gaze paused on us for a moment. He said, "the two of you." Did this mean he had also seen me before?
I had no impression of him, and it seemed like Jesse obviously didn't either.
Chief Liao: It makes sense. He didn't like to talk about his work with children.
Jesse: It's all in the past. If my father were still alive, he probably wouldn't want to worry about an old acquaintance either.
Jesse nodded to Chief Liao in acknowledgement. As he turned away, I noticed from the corner of my eye that Chief Liao was still looking at us.
Can a person simultaneously experience deep concern and a sense of relief? This was the impression that Chief Liao gave me at the moment.
After being detained for almost half a day, I longed for sunshine and fresh air. I walked out of the police station and took a deep breath. Jesse didn't look at the road. Instead, he was looking at me.
You: Is there something on my face?
Jesse: There is nothing on your face. But you walk as if you're about to fly.
As he said this, he pulled onto my sleeves as if to stop me from leaving the ground.
You: I feel like I was just released from being in prison for ten years.
??: How long have we been following this case? We stayed up late every day, never taking a break.
??: The chief originally said that there was finally some progress, but now someone else gets to take the credit again.
These were familiar voices. It turned out to be the two police officers from earlier. It was lunchtime now, and they were standing beside an ashtray.
Officer B: The chief is an old acquaintance of his father, so of course he would give the case to him.
Officer A: So he can just ignore the rules? And do whatever he wants?
Officer B: Didn't he end up still going through the procedures before leaving? Just say less, okay?
They seemed to be chatting casually, not noticing when we walked out. But there was something in their conversation that made me uncomfortable.
☼ Light: Do not escalate the conflict, tolerate it for awhile
☾ Night: Confront them
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☼ Light Choice: [Do not escalate the conflict, tolerate it for awhile]
I really wanted to tell them to stop speculating about people that they did not understand. But Jesse's current job probably involves having to work with them at some point.
I kept it in, suppressing the impulse to argue over what had already passed. To my surprise, when I looked up, I found Jesse standing next to the two officers.
He whispered a few words to the two of them, and I watched as the helpless expression on one of the officers face shifted from hostility to embarrassment.
You: What did he say... ?
Jesse ran back to me, with the hem of his shirt fluttering with the wind, and bent his eyes towards me.
You: Why are you smiling like that?
Jesse: I told them that the decision to judge you is not theirs to make.
Jesse: They said they were wrong and wanted to apologize to you, but they felt embarrassed so they told me to convey it to you.
You: Let bygones be bygones. I was afraid that you would pick a fight with them.
Jesse: Of course not. Now, you're safe and they won't bother you again. It's great.
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☾ [Night Choice: Confront them]
I secretly glanced at Jesse, whose expression remained unchanged.
The implication that he was taking away their credit was more difficult to hear than me being accused of a crime.
I strode forward, stood in front of the two officers, and stared at their faces.
You: Excuse me, nobody wants to take credit from you. Everyone just wants to solve the case and catch the real culprit.
You: Jes-- this Mr. Xia received the case and is the person in charge, which has nothing to do with his father.
Jesse: You're right about one thing.
My eyes opened wide as Jesse appeared next to me without me noticing.
Jesse: At first, I was in a panic and did not act according to the rules.
Jesse: However, this started with your violation of rules to begin with.
If you apologize to her, then I will apologize to you, how about that?
The two officers exchanged a glance, then look at me with an awkward expression on their faces.
Officer B: Regarding what happened to you earlier, we realize that what we did was wrong. Our eagerness to solve this case got the better of us. We apologize.
After speaking, the two officers turned and went back into the police station. Jesse looked at me and smiled.
Jesse: And to think I was worried before. You said I was impulsive, but it seems you're no better than I.
You: That's because... what they were saying had to do with you, so I couldn't help it.
Jesse: I know. When it's related to you, I can't help it either.
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You: In the future, you need to pay attention and not be so reckless. What if you met a person who was narrow-minded and held a grudge against you?
You: Have you joined the Lian Shan Association for awhile now?
Jesse: It's not really considered joining yet. It's only official after I complete this case.
You: So you are a new "official" with a weak standing. Even more reason why you shouldn't be offending anyone.
Jesse: Okay, whatever the Miss says, I'll obey.
Jesse: Plus, I've already figured out which fire to put out first.
You: Is it this case?
He nodded.
You: Then how is your investigation coming along?
You: Since you can see souls, don't you just need to find Sun Tai Zhong's soul and ask him?
Jesse retracted his smile, his brows furrowing.
Jesse: That's what I thought too. But this time, I was not able to find his soul.
You: You couldn't find it?
Jesse: The soul of a recently deceased person should instinctively linger near their bodies.
Jesse: Sun Tai Zhong's corpse is stored in this police station, but there was no trace of his soul around.
Jesse: All I can do now is to investigate the area where the incident took place.
You: Is it possible that his soul has already been reincarnated?
Jesse: That is a possibility, yes.
Jesse hesitated for a moment, as if there was still something left unsaid. But he ultimately chose not to say it.
Suddenly, I thought of another possibility.
You: The solar eclipse project...
Jesse's shoulders trembled slightly, indicating that he was thinking about the same thing.
The last time we discussed this term was at Yang Yang's house. At that time, I didn't know how many people or years were centered around the eclipse project, or how many tragedies had resulted from it.
But now-- what was originally a feeling of peace, like a bubble, had now been effortlessly popped.
You: If the disappearance of his soul is related to the Solar Eclipse Project, then it would be even trickier to investigate the case.
Jesse: Mhm.
Did this mean that Jesse would have to use a formidable spell, just like the night he had faced off with Lu Ting? That's right. Lu Ting is from the Blood Clan.
Suddenly, a look of seriousness passed over Jesse's face. Following his gaze, not far from us was the symbol of a bright red cross.
The First Union Hospital was not too far from the police station. If we continued to walk along this route, we would reach it in no time.
The empty pair of eyes and the bleeding hand appeared in my mind once again. Before I could process the memory, the words had already left my mouth.
Since we're already here, let's go check out the scene together then.
Jesse seemed to have anticipated that I would make this suggestion and turned away his face.
Jesse: I knew you would say you wanted to go.
You: I know some information regarding the solar eclipse project now, so perhaps I could be of help.
You: Also, if you use those spells---
You: In case of physical exhaustion or the need to leave your body, there should always be someone watching over you nearby.
You: After considering it carefully, there is no better assistant for investigating this case than I.
I spoke as casually as possible. Jesse looked at me for a long time, closed his eyes for a moment, and seemed to have thought over many things by the time he opened them again.
Jesse: Yes. You are my best assistant.
We used to argue over whether we should go together or not. Afterwards, we had learned to compromise with each other many times.
As we walked towards the hospital, I couldn't help but to wonder if he recalled the same memories I did.
We went through the back door of the emergency department, climbed down a slightly damp staircase, walked along a long corridor, and finally reached the floor where the incident occurred.
There had been no progress in this case thus far, and the scene was well preserved, but the hospital would not be able to close this room off indefinitely.
Fortunately, this floor did not have any hospital rooms, only laboratories. Therefore, the staff had blocked off entrance to this floor, leaving only the emergency exit accessible to the public.
The on-duty officer seemed to already know that we were coming, so he placed the evidence he had into a folder before handing it to us and went back to do their own work.
As soon as we walked into the connecting hallway, I felt that it was darker than the other rooms and areas.
You: Have you heard the theory about how it was a ghost that committed the crime in this case?
Jesse: I have.
You: Can spirits actually cause harm to people?
Jesse: They cannot directly harm people, but they can possess physical substances and communicate in that way.
You: Physical substances?
Jesse: For example, a person's body, or a statue that has been revered by many, could both be used as as vessel.
Jesse: The evidence I saw only showed Sun Tai Zhong's fingerprints on the medical scissors that were used to kill him.
This is something that I had never heard of. Could it be that these weren't the scissors that Charlie had used? When he picked up the scissors, he definitely wasn't wearing a glove.
Jesse: Typically in such cases, we can suspect that the murderer may have wiped off their fingerprints, or wore gloves when handling the weapon.
Jesse: If a soul is involved...
You: Then is it possible that they possessed Sun Tai Zhong, causing him to commit suicide? Or perhaps they possessed the scissors and used it to stab him?
Jesse: The scissors do not contain the characteristics of having been possessed by a soul, and the conditions for an ordinary soul to attach itself to something is also very strict.
As we were discussing this, we had already arrived at the entrance of the laboratory. Jesse slowly opened the door.
Jesse: So we should first examine--
The moment the door opened, a gust of wind hit me, and the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped to a freezing point, chilling me to the bone.
Just as I was about to ask what was going on, a series of roars echoed in my ears, resonating on my nerves.
Almost simultaneously, Jesse reached out and covered my ears, blocking the sound from the outside.
Jesse: It's okay, everything will be okay soon.
The discomfort gradually dissipated, and the surrounding air and temperature returned to normal.
I raised my head while Jesse remained in his position, his eyes unusually bright.
In the laboratory, there were glass shards scattered all over the floor, with red liquid everywhere. On the ground was a white outline of a human figure, with a large pool of blood in the center of the outline.
Next to it read "Yu Da Academy," and the words "blood debt must be repaid in blood." It looked like they were written with blood, having turned into a black-brown color by this point.
Oddly, Jesse's gaze did not fall onto the writings on the ground. Instead, he gazed steadily in the middle of the air, as if there was a person conversing with him.
My heart trembled, and it suddenly felt like there were several extra gazes all fixed on me.
You: Jesse, are there really spirits in here? Why do I feel like... I'm being watched?
Jesse: Yes.
He raised his hand and waved it in front of us, as if asking for something, then let it fall after a moment's pause.
Jesse: In fact, there are a lot of them in here. I can't even count how many there are.
You: Are they talking to you?
Jesse: Yes.
You: What are they saying?
Jesse: They are demanding that we leave.
Although I didn't understand the world of spirits, they were still living, human beings at one point. Therefore, their words should hold the same meaning as the words we use and understand, so this could not be a good sign.
You: Can... you ask them why?
Jesse: Of course. After all, this is my line of work.
He made a complicated hand gesture with his fingers, murmuring something under his breath. He stopped halfway through his monologue.
He looked at me hesitantly.
Jesse: Does this make you uncomfortable? There are people in front of you, but you can't see them at all.
You: I don't feel uncomfortable, just a little weird.
You: However, I can deal with it. You focus on what you need to do and do not worry about me.
Jesse: What if I can allow you to see them?
You: You mean you can allow me to see the spirits?
Jesse: Not just spirits, but also incantations, symbols, and various clues.
Jesse: Anything I can see, you would also be able to see.
You: Then of course---
Of course I wanted to see.
This is what I had wanted to say, but this is not something to be taken lightly. Otherwise, why would Jesse hesitate so much? The answer came quickly.
Jesse: Not all of them look whole or beautiful.
Jesse: Some are very friendly, and some are scary. This time, it's more like the latter.
Whenever he feels complicated, his eyebrows tended to furrow together.
You: I want to see.
You: No matter whether it is good or bad, I want to see what you can see.
Jesse: Okay.
Jesse remained silent and locked eyes with me for awhile, then solemnly agreed. He took out a golden talisman from his pocket, bit his fingertip, and drew on it.
After finishing the drawing, he handed me the talisman. I smelled the faint scent of incense, mixed with a hint of blood.
Jesse: Close your eyes.
I did as he requested. After a few seconds, I could feel a warm fingertip touching my forehead, moving awkwardly.
It drew a circle, then an arc, seemingly the same pattern that was on the talisman.
I concentrated on the feeling, and felt Jesse's unstable breathing at the same time.
One horizontal stroke, a falling stroke, a vertical stroke... I easily recognized the many complex and intricate strokes as his name, Jesse.
The final touch gently burned onto my eyelids, before being released, leaving a lingering sensation.
Jesse: It's done.
I opened my eyes and began to see the world that Jesse lived in.
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