Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 633: Traces

Erin usually doesn't show such a serious expression—so when she does become this serious, it's definitely not an ordinary situation.

"On that day... will you be there too?"

The puppet's eyes showed an extraordinarily earnest expression.

On the day when everything happened, on the day when the Outer Realm Alien God descended, on the day when the observable universe opened a channel to the unknown fields beyond the world.

Yu Sheng suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, a tingling sensation slowly crawling up his back, but it dissipated into nothingness. He instinctively took a deep breath, looking at the serious little puppet in front of him: "You're saying this, but I have no idea... No, how could I be there? That's something from more than three thousand years ago... more than three thousand years ago..."

He murmured, slowly furrowing his brow.

A voice arose, and some thoughts he had nearly forgotten echoed in his heart again—about the memory of that "homeland" that had turned yellow with age, that seaside town under the blood-tinted sunlight, the childhood and youth in his impression, and those mundane daily lives almost too quiet to capture any memorable points.

How could he be there? On the days when all that happened—he was just a foreigner, a wanderer who opened the door from another peaceful, uneventful world without Exotic Realms or entities to this place. The stories happening in this world were originally unrelated to him... That's how it should be.

But that Soul Wilderness...

"Actually, my guess is quite baseless," Erin's voice came from the side, interrupting Yu Sheng's wild thoughts. The little puppet crossed her arms, with a thoughtful face, "After all, the only connection between the whole affair and you is that Soul Wilderness—and we still haven't figured out what that wilderness is all about. It's closely connected to you, but it fundamentally seems like an independent 'Exotic Realm'—who knows what the situation was three thousand years ago."

Yu Sheng didn't reply, merely continuing to frown, striving to understand things he couldn't fathom at the moment.

The sound of water splashing came from the direction of the bathroom, followed by several of Erin's chaotic shrieks.

A little puppet darted out from the bathroom, drenched like a wet chicken, and began scurrying around the room: "Yu Sheng! Yu Sheng! I fell into the sink!"

Yu Sheng's train of thought snapped instantly, and he jumped up from the bed: "Stop running around! Stand there—don't move—"

The hairdryer hummed as the drenched little puppet was hung on the clothes rack, swaying back and forth in the wind, taking the chance to open her mouth and yell into the windstream.

As Yu Sheng dried her, he reflected, fortunate the one who fell into the sink had a body made of ultra-light clay; otherwise, the simple clothes rack in the bedroom might not have been able to hold her.

The blonde version of the little puppet climbed onto the nearby windowsill, swinging her legs while saying loudly: "Anyway, I don't fully remember the last part of my dream. If you can't figure it out now, leave it for later—today let's solve the Brotherhood's infiltration over at Baili Qing's side first. Oh, and by the way, I could mention the Boundary Land I saw in my dream..."

"I think you're making sense," Yu Sheng said, pushing aside Erin's hair while blow-drying, turning off the dryer once he confirmed it was mostly dry, and removing the little puppet from the rack, "You brush your own hair, I'm going to wake up Hu Li."

"Nah, no need for that hassle," the blonde Erin waved her hand, standing on the windowsill and shouting towards the corridor, "We're off to freeload some food at the Special Service Bureau!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Yu Sheng heard a series of crashes from the other room, followed by a loud bang, and an instant later, a white shadow burst through the door towards him!

Honestly, a few months ago Yu Sheng would've been done for then and there, but over time he'd lived long enough with these monsters at home to have ample experience. The moment he heard the commotion in the corridor, he'd already assumed a horse stance, sinking his Qi into the core, stabilizing like a mountain as he exhaled a deep breath, "Hey"—and got knocked out along with his horse stance.

Fortunately, Hu Li was a considerate and gentle girl. Knowing her Savior's frail constitution, she wrapped Yu Sheng tightly in her tails to cushion the impact, almost suffocating him on the spot.

...

Baili Qing raised her head, looking at Yu Sheng who came through the door, Erin (blonde) sitting on Yu Sheng's shoulder, and the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox with her tail drooping beside him, her eyebrows showing a barely perceptible twitch.

"It's rare for you to be this late."

"Something small came up," Yu Sheng grinned awkwardly, not wanting to admit that this early morning (though it was no longer early) a home fox demon had wrapped her tail around and possibly cracked several of his ribs, so he just vaguely brushed it off, "Let's talk business first."

Baili Qing nodded and casually asked: "Where's Luna?"

Yu Sheng frowned slightly: "Stayed back to look after the house, need her there?"

Baili Qing shook her head: "Not necessary, considering it involves the Venerate Saints Monastery's rift technology, she probably wouldn't know."

Yu Sheng immediately caught the crucial word, and his expression turned serious: "Rift technology? Has your investigation had any progress?"

Baili Qing opened her mouth, but before she could speak, a loud rumbling sound came from the scene.

The fox girl standing behind Yu Sheng with her tail drooping awkwardly raised her hand, "I'm hungry..."

"Ah, right, you came to eat," Yu Sheng realized instantly, noticing that his fox hadn't eaten since last night, and quickly turned to Baili Qing, "Well, it's mealtime anyway, why don't we..."

Before he could finish, Baili Qing already stood up from behind the desk, "Let's go together, I've notified the canteen about a private room, we can eat and chat as we go."

The Special Service Bureau's canteen naturally has private rooms, with one even specifically prepared for Hu Li—the staff here even gave it a name, "Tactics Dining Center," though outsiders might find it hard to imagine, it's actually an important part of a series of "collaboration projects" between the Special Service Bureau and the travel agency.

What's even harder for outsiders to imagine is that the Special Service Bureau even has several departments or project teams directly tied to this "Tactics Dining Center"—including at least two special materials labs and three precision machining centers. Xu Jiali privately revealed some inside info to Yu Sheng, mentioning that these departments often fought, ending up with heads bleeding.

Of course, those familiar with Xu Jiali's talk know that she's at least exaggerating by eighty percent.

But excluding Xu Jiali's exaggerated parts, this "Tactics Dining Center" prepared especially for Hu Li indeed has many special features, the most unique of which is a dedicated conveyor belt in the room—the other end leads directly to the kitchen.

You could say it's a bit ridiculous, but it's incredibly efficient and highly praised by the fox girl...

Ten minutes later, the total force battle in the Special Service Bureau's canteen began.

Hu Li grabbed a chicken leg in each hand, chewing with oil dripping down her mouth. After the meal started, she no longer paid attention to the content of Yu Sheng and Baili Qing's chat, while Yu Sheng casually snatched some food from Hu Li's plate as his lunch—it was noon after all, and he was quite hungry.

Baili Qing sat opposite Yu Sheng, still in that sleepy state as if fighting off hibernation. Whether because of restraint or something else, she didn't order food, only requested a cup of hot water.

Just as Yu Sheng was a bit curious, Baili Qing casually took three packets of instant coffee from a nearby rack, tore them open, and poured them straight into her mouth, followed by warm water...

Yu Sheng: "...?!"

Baili Qing raised her head, her mouth still dusted with instant coffee powder, calmly looking at Yu Sheng, "Is there a problem?"

Yu Sheng was convinced, "You're really going all out to fight off hibernation."

"It's for efficiency," Baili Qing wiped her mouth, entirely seeing nothing wrong with her earlier action, naturally starting the conversation, "Regarding those Hidden Monastery Sect believers invading Boundary Land...I need more detailed intelligence."

"It starts with Zheng Zhi's initial encounter with the 'Artificial Saintess,'" Yu Sheng thought for a moment, temporarily put down the food in his hand, and gently exhaled, "My previous judgment was mistaken, those guys can not only enter Boundary Land from the 'Dark Alley'..."

He recounted the details of that encounter, with Baili Qing listening attentively, only interrupting for some additional details along the way without stopping him.

Not until Yu Sheng finished did she softly exhale and say, "So, they indeed mastered some technology to selectively open rifts within Boundary Land and even create 'Artificial Realms' around the rift..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Yu Sheng said nothing, simply showed a somewhat inquisitive look.

Baili Qing did not withhold information, she blinked, looking upwards.

A strand of faint light flashed in her extremely light grey-white eyes, as her gaze focused, a clear illusion materialized in the air.

Yu Sheng furrowed his brow, quickly recognizing the illusion depicted the previous underground parking lot.

Baili Qing's "gaze" honed in on the wall at the end of the parking lot.

It was the remnants left behind after the Exotic Realm collapse, also the position where the last group of Hidden Monastery Sect believers were devoured in self-destruction.

"Notice the patterns on the wall?" Baili Qing's voice came from the opposite of the illusion.

"Patterns?" Yu Sheng was puzzled for a moment, noting that the wall did indeed have many cracks and charred marks—left from the battle before, with some marks burnt in after the Great Sage's self-destruction. Originally, the scale of those marks was larger, but since the Exotic Realm collapsed, only less than a third of it carried over to the real world, "These patterns..."

"They seem random, but there's traces of spiritual energy erosion left in some crevices," Baili Qing said faintly, the illusion in the air changed with her words, illuminating the cracks in sequence. Hidden patterns amidst chaotic marks appeared, "Through comparison analysis, we believe these 'patterns' should be marks left by some kind of controllable ultra-powerful energy source."