TYMIMA Chapter 58.2

Alarm sounds suddenly echoed throughout the entire space. Infrared sensing began uncontrollably sweeping back and forth, locating the intruding object.

 

Simultaneously, signals urgently transmitted to Blue Pivot’s central control center. The duty team member, still puzzled by the signal lag, jerked alert and reflexively jumped up from his chair.

 

The alarm came from… underground level three!

 

The duty team member’s expression turned grave. He quickly pulled out his radio, summoning all standby inspection team members in the Blue Pivot building.

 

“Underground level three anomaly! Underground level three anomaly! Everyone assemble immediately to check and confirm the situation!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan let go in shock, his entire being feeling like it had been plunged into an ice cave, cold from his internal organs to every hair.

 

Which damned person designed this security system? Why did this particular cabinet trigger the alarm!

 

Zhan Pingchuan found himself in a dilemma. Blue Pivot’s inspection team members would definitely arrive in a very short time—his situation was extremely dangerous.

 

However, this cabinet being so important meant Si Hongmei’s autopsy report was very likely inside. He had touched upon classified information.

 

Missing this chance, there would be no possibility of getting in again.

 

Zhan Pingchuan bit down hard on his teeth, looked distantly at the exhaust outlet now far from him. He didn’t choose to leave, but rapidly began flipping through the archives.

 

At the same time, the inspection team members receiving the alarm perked up, professionally pocketing their M9 semi-automatic pistols and quickly heading underground!

 

Plop—

 

A dewdrop fell into a puddle, shattering the still, incomplete moon.

 

In the lush, dense forest, Lance unzipped his jacket.

 

He took out He Jing’en’s pen from his chest and handed it to Oliver, curling his lips: “Begin.”

 

Oliver solemnly took the pen, his fingers gently brushing over the silver-white clip, murmuring softly: “…Teacher.”

 

He Jing’en’s characters passed under his fingerprints. He clearly felt every stroke, every line.

 

Oliver gently pulled off the pen cap and unscrewed the body, revealing that tube of bright red blood.

 

He carefully held it with both hands, his eyes misting with warm moisture.

 

Blood dripped drop by drop from the pen tip into his palm, flowing through his fingers.

 

Sika deer had been auspicious creatures since ancient times, so the unique ability of sika deer form Awakened ones was that their blood could purify any ability without being suppressed by level.

 

Oliver held his teacher’s blood, his arms trembling slightly. He could clearly feel that the restriction binding his soul was being soaked, covered by the blood, like stubborn stone falling into fierce fire, suddenly shattering.

 

He was free.

 

Restricted zone high-end residential area.

 

Si Hongche, deep in sleep, felt sudden chest pain and jerked awake.

 

His entire body was almost soaked in sweat, agave pheromones spilling out in alarm, filling the bedroom with rich wine fragrance.

 

Days of exhaustion hadn’t completely faded. He stared vacantly at the quiet night outside the window, breathing heavily.

 

Then his gaze gradually focused, pupils slowly contracting, consciousness completely returning.

 

He realized something terrifying—his [Command Obedience] imposed on Oliver had been forcibly torn apart!

 

Si Hongche couldn’t be bothered to change into his uniform. Supporting his aching temples, he quickly got out of bed and decisively called Blue Pivot’s duty center.

 

“Send someone to Blue Pivot’s seventh floor confinement room immediately to confirm what that person is doing!”

 

The duty inspection team member was just about to call the Seventh District director to request underground level three access.

 

Ordinary inspection team members had no way to enter the archives—it required district director-level officials to open doors through higher internal clearance.

 

“Director Si, there’s something happening now—”

 

“I don’t care what’s happening, go to the seventh floor immediately to confirm!” Si Hongche roared furiously.

 

The duty team member shuddered violently, not daring to object, responding affirmatively.

 

Si Hongche hung up the phone, grabbed his leather jacket from the sofa by the door, and strode out.

 

The staircase trembled as countless footsteps stomped toward the ground in uneven rhythm, pressing closer and closer.

 

Sweat rolled down Zhan Pingchuan’s jaw drop by drop. He flipped through the materials at the fastest speed of his life. His S-level hearing let him clearly sense that those people had reached the underground first floor.

 

Too close—if he didn’t leave now, it would be too late!

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s pupils were ink-wash black. All his muscles were in an extremely tense state, but he didn’t stop his hand movements.

 

Si Hongmei… Si Hongmei… Si Hongmei… where are you!

 

“Load weapons! Ready!”

 

“Quick, quick, quick, one by one down!”

 

“Immediately seal all possible exits. Once we have clearance, follow me in!”

 

Underground second floor!

 

One step, two steps, three steps… the footsteps were already loud enough to hear clearly without S-level hearing.

 

They were just one door away, within arm’s reach.

 

Once the door opened and inspection team members burst in, Zhan Pingchuan would have no escape route.

 

—Si Hongmei Murder Case Summary!

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s sharp eyes spotted this line.

 

Ignoring the inspection team members who might break down the door at any moment, he immediately opened the khaki archive paper before him.

 

“Dawn Year 86, 11:15 PM, a deliberate murder occurred in the rainforest ecological zone within the restricted area. Surveillance footage shows Hong Suo Research Institute employee Uriel killed four-year-old girl Si Hongmei by strangling her. Victim: Si Hongmei, Victim ID number…”

 

Zhan Pingchuan continued flipping down. He found this case had extremely clear surveillance footage. The screenshot was of Uriel’s face—after strangling Si Hongmei, he looked up, his features clearly captured.

 

He seemed unaware of this. The next screenshot showed him crouching down, doing something to Si Hongmei’s corpse.

 

Simultaneously, inspection team members found large amounts of disturbing illegal videos on Uriel’s computer, many involving underage Omega girls.

 

Motive, evidence, and crime process formed a logical loop. Uriel had been drinking, couldn’t control his bestial desires, and finally attacked the innocent little girl he had long coveted.

 

Afterward, realizing the little girl’s identity, he didn’t dare take responsibility and firmly refused to confess.

 

Just as the Federation Congress was in uproar over this, Uriel escaped with his younger brother’s assistance.

 

Fleeing in fear of punishment—case closed.

 

Was Uriel really the murderer?

 

Until Zhan Pingchuan flipped to the last page, he saw that autopsy report—

 

“Our district assigned relevant personnel to conduct autopsy examination and identification of Si Hongmei’s body. The identification opinion is: the deceased died of strangulation and suffocation, suffocation was the sole cause of death, and there were multiple molestation marks on the deceased’s body, left postmortem.”

 

“Examiner: Yan Qili”

 

Star University Principal, Yan Qili.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s pupils suddenly contracted. His hand holding the autopsy report trembled slightly, his fingertips turning bright white from excessive force.

 

—All of this is wrong, but I am helpless.

 

What was your mistake? What were you helpless about?

 

Several inspection team members pointed their dark gun muzzles at the archive room door. Cold killing intent flashed in their eyes as their fingers pressed hard on the triggers.

 

But just then, new orders suddenly came through their earpieces: “Director Si’s orders—quickly proceed to the seventh floor confinement room! Confirm that person’s movements!”

 

All inspection team members looked confused. The underground third floor archives might be under invasion, they were already blocking the door, ready to arrest criminals at any moment—what was Director Si trying to do?

 

“Follow orders! Proceed to the seventh floor immediately!”

 

In the entire Blue Pivot building, no one dared disobey Si Hongche. The inspection team members struggled and hesitated, looking repeatedly at the door, but finally sighed heavily and turned to rush toward the seventh floor.

 

Si Hongche ran wildly to the base of the Blue Pivot building. The intense exercise made his heart and lungs feel ready to explode, but a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart—he didn’t dare stop.

 

Tonight’s moon seemed particularly incomplete. Though it hung brightly in the sky, arrogant clouds had devoured its pointed corner, leaving only incongruous fragments.

 

Just as Si Hongche was about to enter the building, a voice from somewhere suddenly shouted loudly: “Look!”

 

Si Hongche’s steps halted. The surrounding sounds gradually became chaotic and dense.

 

“Quick, look at the rainforest ecological zone!”

 

“No, look toward the sculpture park!”

 

“Not just that! Even the lawn…”

 

“Ah! What’s happening!”

 

Si Hongche suddenly looked up. In the pitch-black night, all plants throughout the entire restricted zone seemed to have gained self-consciousness, stretching their branches and leaves toward the same direction, swaying and responding to each other.

 

Massive kapok trees, upward-facing rafflesia, epiphytic orchids clinging to rock walls, pitcher plants shaking their leaves, and periwinkles, bougainvillea, rubber trees, marigolds, sal trees, cedars, blue junipers…

 

They rustled and shed their leaves. In the windless night, leaves danced, shrouding the entire Blue Pivot building.

 

All awake people stopped and looked up, gazing in awe at this force from nature.

 

Si Hongche was at a loss. He had never seen such a grand, eerie scene. The scent of grass filled the sky and earth, dancing leaves covered the moon and stars, his shadow gradually faded, drowning in the darkness shrouded by branches and leaves.

 

“Seventh floor! Quick, look at the seventh floor!”

 

“It’s that person! Look at his window!”

 

Si Hongche came to his senses in shock, looking toward the towering Blue Pivot building.

 

Among the three deep blue buildings, only one place was so different.

 

From those eternally narrow windows drifted pale golden snowflakes, falling gracefully toward the dancing leaves, swaying vines, and roots embedded in soil.

 

In the dark night, even tiny fireflies could illuminate the entire sky, let alone this endless, scattered light filling heaven and earth.

 

“What kind of ability is this? Isn’t there rare lead ore at the seventh floor windows? How is this possible?”

 

“To break through rare lead ore constraints, there’s only one possibility—the most powerful ability humans can possess: fifth-tier.”

 

“…No, fifth-tier can no longer be considered human. It’s divine.”

 

Someone instinctively reached out to catch the pale golden snowflakes falling from the sky. The snowflakes landed in his palm, melted, and golden light entered his body. He felt an unprecedented tranquility.

 

In this power as vast as the deep sea and boundless as the firmament, he couldn’t help but kneel down.

 

“…Is this a miracle?”

 

In the forest, Oliver’s body blazed with extremely bright golden light. Surging power lifted his soft curls as he looked at Lance with gentle, divine eyes: “A scholar at Hong Suo Research Institute once wrote that the ultimate power of plant system Awakened ones is no longer plunder and killing, but coexistence with heaven and earth, nourishing all things. That ability should be called [All Things Live].”

 

He hadn’t truly learned [All Things Live], but at this moment he was powerful enough to shroud the entire restricted zone in [Virtual Realm], offering them a grand finale of all things living.

 

Pale golden snowflakes fell indiscriminately on Si Hongche’s cheeks, body, and arms. His fatigue gradually receded, his cells seeming to revive and fill with vitality.

 

He smelled the faint olive fragrance, and within that fragrance, the familiar scent of blood.

 

Si Hongche suddenly felt tremendous fear—he was absorbing Oliver’s life force. This entire heaven and earth, all plants, all living beings, were absorbing Oliver’s life force.

 

Then what about Oliver?

 

The power that could directly tear apart his restriction could only be fifth-tier ability—fifth-tier that had completely lost human emotions.

 

Si Hongche rushed into the Blue Pivot building like a madman. He didn’t hesitate to activate his ability to run toward the seventh floor. He could no longer feel his heartbeat, could no longer feel that he was alive. He had only one belief—he had to see that person sleeping peacefully in bed.

 

Voices kept chattering in his ears, but he couldn’t hear clearly.

 

“Director Si! He… he…”

 

“Director Si, please calm down!”

 

Si Hongche violently kicked at the thorny door. The door shuddered but didn’t budge, yet the rare lead ore’s power instantly drained Si Hongche’s strength.

 

He was an S-level Awakened one—he was most severely affected by the rare lead ore.

 

Si Hongche’s fingers trembled as he took out the key, but he couldn’t insert it into the keyhole no matter what. He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, his hands already cut with several bloody marks by the thorns.

 

The wounds couldn’t heal, blood dripping down through his fingers.

 

He finally opened that door. He saw the last snowflake drift out the window, the confinement room completely darkening, empty of people.

 

Oliver was gone.

 

“No! You can’t! I didn’t allow you to leave! I won’t let you go!” Si Hongche roared furiously. He lunged toward the small window on the desk, but as soon as his hands grabbed the windowsill, the rare lead ore’s power made him instantly stumble and fall.

 

He couldn’t lose anyone else, he absolutely couldn’t lose anyone else…

 

For this he was willing to pay any price!

 

“Oliver, come back, I promise—” He struggled to stand up, but inadvertently noticed tears falling on the back of his hand.

 

Si Hongche froze.

 

Had he cried? Could he actually cry?

 

The confinement room still held traces of Oliver’s pheromone scent, but it would grow fainter and fainter until it disappeared.

 

His Sui Sui, his pine, his Oliver…

 

He couldn’t keep anything, he was completely alone.

 

Si Hongche suddenly felt chest tightness and a metallic sweetness surged in his throat.

 

He looked down and saw his palm covered in blood. He could no longer tell whether it was from wounds cut by the thorns or blood he had vomited.

 

He finally knew that final answer—even if deceived, disappointed, betrayed, even if doomed beyond redemption, bearing the heaviest moral shackles…

 

He still loved him.

 

Sorry Sui Sui, your brother still loves him.

 

Snowflakes fell, light extinguished, all things returned to silence.

 

Oliver took one last look at the familiar yet strange Blue Pivot building, then turned to follow Lance’s footsteps.

 

Si Hongche, this time it’s truly goodbye.

 

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