Chapter Sixty-Four: The Wine from Memory Spills Everywhere
“Is this photo of you?”
Sumu repeatedly scrutinized the image of the serene dark-haired girl. No matter how she looked at it, it matched Tang Nai’s features perfectly.
But Tang Nai only replied淡淡地:
“Probably.”
“What do you mean probably? Don’t you remember what you looked like before?”
“I don’t remember.”
Tang Nai showed little interest in the topic, swiftly taking the camera back from Sumu, flipping to a photo of the pink dragon, and letting a familiar smile appear at the corners of her mouth.
“This one is more interesting.”
Upon hearing this, Sumu slightly pouted and said no more.
“Forget it, with your memory, you’ll probably forget soon anyway.”
“Uh-huh, so are you going to try to gather some information on Ning Xi? Her magic power has been suppressed, and you can handle her now.”
Though that was what she said, Ning Xi was currently giving Sumu an intense glare that made her feel somewhat intimidated.
She was huffing; how intimidating.
But Irina should have left her with quite a deep shadow, so why did she seem so carefree now?
Isn’t it dangerous to explore the dreams of this malicious character like this?
“Don’t worry, the Ning Xi you’ll see in the dream is probably tied up like this too. Besides, I’ve left her a little surprise. Don’t fret.”
Irina chuckled lightly, encouraging Sumu.
At the same time, Tang Nai brought out a rather peculiar device that looked like a stethoscope.
“This can ensure stable mental contact between you and her; it’s much better than physical contact.”
The other end of the stethoscope led to somewhere inside the restraints, indicating that this had been premeditated.
Sumu infused a small amount of magic power into the device and tried to wear it on her head. The next moment, Ning Xi’s face froze for an instant, followed by a faint blush.
What a ridiculous blush, where did the other end end up being?
The more she probed this question, the more ominous it felt…
Seemingly understanding Sumu’s concerns, Tang Nai grinned and then reached behind Sumu, gently pinching the soft flesh at her waist, causing Sumu to gasp in surprise.
“What are you doing?”
“Just checking to see where the connection is.”
Then just tell me and be done with it! You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?
But Sumu didn’t have time to retort because she soon felt a strange connection being established through this “stethoscope” between her and Ning Xi.
It was as if, even without using a handheld game console, she could invade the other’s dream through this connection.
“With this, I can share your perception and ensure your safety. If you get hurt in there, I can react immediately.”
Seeing that Tang Nai was also wearing a similar device, Sumu narrowed her eyes slightly.
“If that kind of thing really happens, your first reaction should be to rescue me immediately.”
Tang Nai didn’t respond, only giving a faint smile.
As usual, guiding others to think in a dire direction.
However, what Sumu was actually worried about was whether she would realize Irina’s presence.
What if Irina spoke and she heard it?
Irina didn’t answer, and that was the best answer.
After taking a deep breath, Sumu summoned the handheld game console, preparing to dive in.
It was fine to entrust her safety to this person, but the idea of sharing perceptions was somewhat unsettling.
In contemplation, her body was engulfed by the viscous substance of the dream.
As long as Sumu didn’t open her eyes, everything around her wouldn’t take shape; only at the moment of recognition would the dream be constructed in a form that could be perceived and touched.
That’s why it was best not to peek along the way; it would be troublesome if she really got stuck somewhere.
“Depth Approaching 100, preparing to enter Layer Two of the dream.
Current Drowning Rate 11%.”
Last time it seemed to be 10%? But that was close enough.
The moment she opened her eyes, Sumu was astonished by the sight before her.
Surprisingly, it was still the Martial Arts Hall.
Was it Luo Linglan’s memory of the Martial Arts Hall?
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed very different from what she saw in reality.
The arrangement of various objects was quite chaotic, and the scene was unusually dim.
The blurriness of the scene was quite severe, seemingly related to the incomplete core inside No. 6 Ning Xi.
This time no sunlight was filtering into the room, which further limited Sumu’s visibility, as if a dull mist had enveloped her.
Frowning, she got up and tried to move her feet but accidentally kicked some light cans.
The sound of the pull-tab cans rolling on the wooden floor echoed, particularly jarring, causing Sumu to momentarily freeze, worried about startling someone.
Some possibly existing witch.
Fortunately, there was no other “Luo Linglan” here, but the downside was that there was no one to provide her with detailed answers.
She really didn’t want to ask Tang Nai, and Irina could not speak for the moment.
Sumu bent down, picked up the pull-tab can, brushed off the dust, and looked at the label.
Surprisingly, everything on the bottle was exceptionally clear, completely unlike what one would expect from a memory—no one would remember the ingredient list of such a bottle of beer, right?
“Production Date: See the spray paint on the bottle cap.”
Due to the darkness, Sumu had to bring the bottle closer and poke at the text with her finger to read it bit by bit.
In the dream, focusing was much more difficult than outside. Although she recognized every word on the ingredient list, when they were densely packed together, she could only read them one by one; otherwise, they would be incomprehensible like a script from heaven.
“Water Flower Beer? Production date… 2005?”
As her focus completely settled on the beer bottle, certain images suddenly surfaced in Sumu’s mind.
A man, a strong and violent middle-aged man, was drunk and collapsed, sleeping sideways on a straw mat.
This scene reminded Sumu of a similarly pink-haired woman, making her feel increasingly oppressed.
Unconsciously, as he turned over, he knocked the beer bottle beside him over, spilling the remaining liquid everywhere, soaking the ground.
Once dried, it would turn sticky, which would be particularly deadly in a place like the Martial Arts Hall where people often went barefoot.
Hearing the commotion, some rustling sounds came from the inner room, and then a girl who closely resembled Luo Linglan came out.
Her fair skin reflected the ice-blue moonlight, making her very eye-catching in the Martial Arts Hall, but the depths of her dark eyes were even darker than the unlit corners.
Her figure was not as tall as when they first met, and there was no scar at the corners of her eyes like an orchid.
With the absence of that distinctive scar, the oppressive atmosphere around her vanished without a trace.
The only thing unchanged was her unique coolness.
It was hard to imagine she would be the Desire Witch, yet that was exactly the case.
What on earth happened to lead to these changes? Sumu was growing more and more curious.
