Mist

Chapter 92: Our Reality

“How is the situation inside?”
Song Qinglan’s voice sounded in his mind.

Through the subcutaneous communicator, Song Qinglan tried his best to remain calm and composed, but there was still a hint of some anxiousness.
Ji Yushi still had one more step left. His movements were mechanical. When he heard this question, he stopped.

“Ji Yushi.” Song Qinglan ordered sternly, “Say something!”

The corridor had returned to silence.
The sound of the other person’s footsteps disappeared.

Ji Yushi looked back. He saw through the window the small figure carrying a schoolbag leave. The yellow raincoat was made of waterproof material. Light raindrops fell onto the surface, gathering together to form large drops. He passed through the shadows of the camphor trees and disappeared in the distance.

“It’s me.” Ji Yushi replied to Song Qinglan through his mind. His tone was much calmer than he thought, “The so-called ‘murderer’ I met in the corridor back then…..the one wearing a purple hoodie whose face I couldn’t see, it was me.”

The two weren’t able to see the murderer appear despite waiting for so long. It was only until Song Qinglan helped him put on the hood and he was soaked by the rain that he realised this.

Song Qinglan’s breathing stopped for a few seconds. It was soon followed by a low curse.
He also understood what Ji Yushi meant by meeting the conditions and what he meant by completing a set event at a set time. They had already experienced something like this in the Ouroboros mission!
Not to mention Ji Yushi who was the involved party, even the palms of himself as an outsider was covered in cold sweat.

Without a murderer, could Sheng Yun’s case really have been a suicide? Or was there another murderer?
Song Qinglan almost wanted to rush into the community because he knew better than ever Ji Yushi’s current situation and mood.

But he couldn’t comfort Ji Yushi at this moment, nor could he intervene with the rest of the matter. In his shock, he could only suppress his frustration and quickly ask, “What are you going to do?”

“I plan to…..continue.”

He took another step and continued moving

Those past seventeen years had been dark days for him.
He had constantly been searching for a face he couldn’t remember and even thought he didn’t see it. He had never thought that it would turn out to be himself.

Everything had a cause and effect.

Everything he was doing now was something that was done in the past. Did anything change? He didn’t know. He could only follow his intuition. Perhaps this was the only way he could finish drawing the circle —- The only way he could reach the truth.

Hearing his answer, Song Qinglan’s voice through the private channel was scarily low.

“Okay.” He said, “I’m here with you.”

Ji Yushi didn’t know if he had responded to him. Perhaps he responded with a ‘mhn’ or perhaps he didn’t.
He stepped onto the new floor.
He didn’t notice that his breathing was very quick, and he also didn’t notice how quickly his heart was beating.

In front of him was a familiar old, black door.
A minute ago, the eight-year-old Sheng Han closed it and went to school.
Seventeen years ago, Ji Yushi bid farewell to his father here.

He raised his hand and rang the doorbell.
No one answered.

He rang the doorbell again because he knew his father was still at home.
This time the door opened.