Blind Spot-Chapter 64 - 062 Unknown 2

Chapter 64: 062 Unknown 2

Chapter 64: 062 Unknown 2

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A lit lighter was gently tossed into the air.

Whoosh, the flame quickly ignited the entire frame, beginning to scorch the cloth wrapped around it.

The white cloth turned a scorched yellow, then black, twisted, and hardened.

Li Chengyi stood silently by, not uttering a word, just quietly watching the scene unfold.

The wind on the rooftop skewed the burning flame slightly.

The yellow flame nearly reached his boots, and he had to step back to avoid the flames.

“Is it okay like this now?” he sighed, asking in a deep voice.

No one answered.

Li Chengyi frowned slightly and looked up.

“Hmm? Where’s Zhong Ying?!”

Suddenly, he realized with horror that Zhong Ying, who had just been standing opposite him, had now vanished without a sound or trace.

No movements, no noise—Zhong Ying, who had been igniting the frame just a minute ago, had now disappeared so abruptly?

And none of the others had noticed her absence; they were still forming a circle.

Five people forming a circle…

Five people?!?

If Zhong Ying was gone, then who was standing in her place?!?

When this question struck them, Xindela and Song Ran looked terrified and immediately rolled aside to put some distance between themselves and the rest.

Almost simultaneously, Li Chengyi and Sima Gui drew their pistols from their waists and aimed at the fifth person.

At this point, everyone else had dispersed, and the circle had disintegrated.

Only then did they all realize that there was no one in the spot where Zhong Ying had been, nothing but emptiness.

The scalp of Li Chengyi and Sima Gui tingled as they held their guns pointed forward.

But at this moment, they realized that they weren’t pointing at Zhong Ying’s position, but at two separate and unrelated empty spots!

Huff… huff… huff…

Sima Gui was breathing heavily, his face red with a panicky sensation of suffocation.

“I… I feel so uncomfortable… Where is she? Wasn’t Zhong Ying just here?!”

Li Chengyi didn’t say a word, his grip on the gun tight as he stared at the spot he was pointing at.

That was where Zhong Ying had been standing.

But right then, his senses were screaming that something was seriously wrong.

His consciousness could feel someone was there.

But his eyes could not see anyone.

His ears could sense someone standing there, standing right where Zhong Ying had been.

He could even hear the rustling of someone’s skirt in the wind.

But he couldn’t find them no matter what!

His visual and auditory senses were completely misaligned.

“Let’s… form a circle again! Get back to our original positions and see!” Xindela suddenly shouted out this proposition.

Everyone was experiencing this extreme discomfort of twisted perceptions, and hearing this, they trusted in Xindela.

They slowly moved back to the side of the fire.

Strangely, though the frame had been burning until now, only the top had turned black and charred; the rest remained unchanged.

“Form… a circle!”

Xindela was the first to stand back in their original spot and said in a deep voice.

The second was Song Ran, the tall man over two meters tall who was trembling. His broad square face expressed distortion and pain.

The third one was Li Chengyi.

He suppressed the urge to don the Floral Dress and returned to his original position.

At last, it was Sima Gui.

His arms trembling, he forcibly clutched one hand with the other, biting his teeth and his complexion pale as he stood back in his previous spot.

The four of them formed a circle, holding hands, connected together.

But eerily, although there were only four of them holding hands, they all felt as if there was a fifth person in the circle.

What they saw with their eyes was the four of them forming a circle, but their senses bizarrely believed that there were five people standing hand in hand together.

No one knew how much time had passed.

Li Chengyi’s hands were starting to feel numb.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly looked up, gazing forward.

Zhong Ying, who had just disappeared, had somehow returned!?

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She was expressionless, her white dress charred a withered yellow, her hair and face covered in blood and ash.

Li Chengyi was about to call out to her.

But then his whole body shuddered as he caught a glimpse of a familiar face reflected in Zhong Ying’s eyes.

It was a chubby, pale face with a smile.

Bai Feipeng?!?

Li Chengyi’s body stiffened, fixated on the person’s face reflected upside down in the pupil.

The chubby, pale face seemed to be silently telling Zhong Ying something, waving at her, beckoning her to follow him somewhere.

Yet, the person facing Zhong Ying was clearly only Li Chengyi!

Bang!

All at once, Sima Gui made a flying tackle from the side, knocking Zhong Ying forcefully to the ground.

They rolled twice on the rooftop before separating, sprawling out on their backs.

Sima Gui panted heavily, his face drenched in sweat and completely depleted of strength.

Meanwhile, Zhong Ying had completely lost consciousness, her eyes closed, no longer making a move.

Song Ran rushed over and began performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Zhong Ying.

One minute, two minutes.

Five minutes… ten minutes…

Zhong Ying remained still, silent, never to move again.

Song Ran, drenched in sweat, desperately attempted resuscitation but ultimately sat down helplessly, continuously wiping the sweat from his face.

“Hee hee hee….”

Suddenly, a faint laugh came from behind Li Chengyi.

His body shuddered and as he rapidly turned his head, he saw at the only stairwell on the rooftop a ghastly pale figure standing in the shadows.

He couldn’t see the face of the figure, but the school uniform of Dongliu Experimental Primary School allowed him to recognize at a glance—it was Bai Feipeng!

Bang!

In an instant, Li Chengyi and Sima Gui both raised their hands and fired, their bullets striking the stairwell entrance together, but by then there was nothing there, no sign of Bai Feipeng whatsoever.

After waiting for a while and confirming there was no further movement, Li Chengyi and Sima Gui slowly relaxed their guard and turned their attention back to Zhong Ying.

“Zhong Ying is dead,” Xindela said, standing up from beside Zhong Ying with a grim look on her face.

The other three fell quiet, not knowing what to say.

The bizarre feeling from just now, the distressing sensation of sensory disorientation, made them utterly unable to comprehend how Zhong Ying had died.

And this sort of death, if it had befallen any one of them, none were confident they could have survived it.

From beginning to end, Zhong Ying had suddenly disappeared, then reappeared, before eventually falling dead to the ground.

In the meantime, it seemed as though their bodies had been inexplicably disrupted, leading to a severely compromised state with jumbled perceptions.

They couldn’t even locate the crux of the problem.

The cold wind kept whistling over the rooftop, as if someone was crying out in sobs and wails.

No one spoke as they waited for their bodies to recover slightly, then one by one they got up and silently began sorting themselves out.

Li Chengyi looked into the fire at the drawing that by now had been completely burned to ash.

But…

Their mission had failed.

No matter the preparation.

He walked over to Zhong Ying’s corpse and looked down at the woman, her body covered with bloody burns.

“Bai Feipeng, just what the hell is that little fat kid!?”

“I don’t know.” Song Ran stood up, his face heavy, “Perhaps it isn’t Bai Feipeng at all, but something else entirely.”

Looking at Zhong Ying’s corpse, a chill settled in their hearts. This company task was originally to help Zhong Ying break free from Mist Street. But no one had anticipated such a bizarre encounter.

Li Chengyi suddenly remembered, if he had not been pulled into the flash appearance of Blind Spot Mist Street, but had kept running with the little fat kid to find the so-called Wu’s Grocery Store…

What would he have encountered at that time?

Wu’s Grocery Store wasn’t in reality at all, but most likely in a painting, if he had followed…

Li Chengyi could not predict.

He was different from Zhong Ying, he had the Floral Dress, the Flower Language Ability, his own trump card.

Whatever the outcome would have been, he did not know.

But whatever it was, it certainly would not be like now.

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Zhong Ying’s death caused not even a ripple, like a pebble gently placed into a stream.

Silent and unnoticed, even the sound of the stream itself was louder than her.

Her funeral was arranged by Song Ran, simple, clean, a professional company’s one-stop service, costing only tens of thousands of yuan.

There were no relatives, no colleagues, she was an unregarded solitary existence, her disappearance from the world left no trace.

After settling the funeral, Xindela went back to the company first.

Sima Gui also left for another city to rest, not staying any longer.

Only Song Ran was in charge of dealing with the various issues after Zhong Ying’s death.

Li Chengyi did not leave but remained. He thought of re-entering the flash appearance after Mist Street recovered, trying to touch the small white flower again. He was still not content.

Tianxing Old Street·Candy Bar.

At night, Li Chengyi strolled leisurely along the old street, where aside from a few lit up shops, everything else was shrouded in gray and black.

Random black scorch marks added a sense of history to the area.

He walked up and down the sidewalk, pacing back and forth on the street numerous times.

But there was no movement; Mist Street seemed to have completely quieted down, without any memory flashbacks.

‘Could it be that the chances of a memory flash increase with the appearance of a Blind Spot Individual?’ he wondered.

As he walked…

His steps suddenly halted.

He looked up ahead.

He didn’t know when, but the street in front had been enveloped in a thin layer of ash-gray fog.

At the end of the gray fog, a blurred figure sat under the street lamp, a plump boy in an elementary school uniform, quietly watching him.

Bai Feipeng…

Li Chengyi’s heart grew cold as he likewise stood still, watching the other.

“Swing swing, swing swing….” Behind Bai Feipeng, amid the fog, a slot machine’s lights flickered on and off, devoid of colored halos.

That was the slot machine’s light.

Whoosh.

A breeze passed, the gray fog quickly thickened, carrying Bai Feipeng and the slot machine away into the distance.

It was as if there was a conveyor belt under Li Chengyi’s feet, carrying him rapidly away from the street where the slot machine was located.

Anxious, he quickly looked at the base of the surrounding street lamps.

Soon, beneath one of the lamps, he found the gently swaying small white flower.

The moment he saw the small flower, Li Chengyi’s heart steadied, and he was no longer impatient.

“I’ll be back…” he looked deeply at the little fat kid, Bai Feipeng.

Zhaoshan, Tianxing Street, Mist Street Blind Spot.

The only way for him to successfully acquire the language of that small white flower was to wait until the Divine Flower Position was vacant, then revisit this place, repeatedly refreshing the Mist Street Blind Spot.

Then time after time, he would enter and absorb the Flowers.

This was bound to be a long process. It also meant he was going to spend a lot of time with the slot machine and this mysterious little fat kid.

The premise was, the Blind Spot of Mist Street wouldn’t disappear.

Whoosh!

All of a sudden, he stepped out of Mist Street and the view of Tianxing Old Street was restored before his eyes.

Without hesitation, this time, Li Chengyi turned and strode off in the direction of another district.

He was now truly certain, the Blind Spot of Mist Street and the little fat kid Bai Feipeng were likely not in the same Blind Spot, the two were probably intersecting Blind Spots!