Blind Spot-Chapter 61 - The Reality of 059 3

Chapter 61: The Reality of 059 3

Chapter 61: The Reality of 059 3

“I saw this point when looking through the data, but didn’t delve into it deeply,” Li Chengyi nodded.

“Perhaps what you encountered was a cross Blind Spot. The older the Blind Spot, the more likely it holds many mysterious secrets unknown to others, and its structure may blend and intersect with Blind Spots that formed later. We have encountered this before,” Xindela said, “And as for depth, each Blind Spot has its layers. An expert once mentioned that if you can dig into the deepest core of a Blind Spot, then perhaps you could uncover the secret of its formation.”

“Secrets are too far-fetched, but since that chubby kid was stealing from Zhou’s Pastries, maybe they’re all from the same era? Should we follow this clue and investigate further? We might find something,” Li Chengyi suggested.

“I’ve already had people on that. But there’s too much old data involved, and we can’t finish reviewing everything right away. It’s going to take some time,” Xindela shook his head, adjusting his AR glasses, clearly already in contact with the staff back at the company through AR.

“Right, the chubby kid seemed to be wearing a school uniform, with a badge on it. The name was Dongliu Experimental Primary School!” Li Chengyi suddenly added.

“A school name? That will make it much easier to find!” Xindela perked up.

To outsiders, Li Chengyi’s state might seem like a precursor to mental illness, but to him, this could very well be a memory flash.

However, whether the memory flash meant fully entering a Blind Spot or only partially, Li Chengyi still couldn’t describe it accurately.

Sitting in the car, he recalled carefully that when he was investigating Grecius, his memory flashes weren’t severe, just intermittent.

Sometimes he’d see a hand or suddenly a human figure, but these were only fragments.

This time, in Mist Street, he completely entered the Mist Street Blind Spot.

Before long, Sima Gui also returned, getting straight into the car.

He had a serious expression, his face was pale, and there was a trace of blood on one arm.

“The situation has changed!” He found the first-aid kit as soon as he got in the car and quickly tended to the wound on his right arm.

“I just entered a memory flash, and as soon as I did, I found a large group of Black-Masked Weirdos attacking all over Mist Street. I was caught off guard and got hit in the arm. Thankfully, I managed to pull out with the momentum, otherwise….”

He grabbed a bottle of iodine and poured it harshly over a palm-sized abrasion on his right arm.

Hiss…

Sweat quickly broke out on his forehead and formed into fine droplets.

“Iodine hurts like that? It isn’t alcohol, is it?” Zhong Ying couldn’t help but speak up.

“Pain or no pain, I call the shots! What, you got a problem with that!?” Sima Gui glared at her fiercely.

Li Chengyi, sitting on the side, was oddly silent.

He suspected that the recent changes in Mist Street were his doing.

Earlier, he had put on the Floral Dress and forcibly dealt with an old slot machine, resulting in an incident.

“So now you’re saying we can’t just memory flash whenever we want?” To pretend he was clueless, he still asked.

“For the time being, I’m afraid not,” Sima Gui shook his head. “I wore two layers of bulletproof vests, and they were scraped through a large chunk. If anyone unwary goes in there, they’re likely to be killed instantly.”

“Don’t worry, Blind Spots will automatically return to their original state after some time. All we have to do now is wait. Perhaps this is part of the cyclical changes of the Mist Street Blind Spot,” Xindela spoke with a grave voice.

“Alright…” Sima Gui nodded. “That’s all we can do for now.”

“What if I go in midway…” Zhong Ying immediately became worried.

“Then that’s just your bad luck,” Sima Gui sneered.

For a while, none of them were in the mood to talk.

While waiting for the company to look up the information, they went back to the villa to rest.

Because of the upheaval in Mist Street and the greatly increased danger, Xindela cautioned both Sima Gui and Li Chengyi not to wander around that area aimlessly, waiting for the situation to completely calm down first.

The Blind Spot’s subsidence period generally lasts about a week, which is a pattern Xindela had deduced over many years of tracking Blind Spots.

Days went by.

The information on the chubby kid still hadn’t been found, and Zhong Ying was getting increasingly restless.

Because the time was drawing closer to her entry moment. If it was as dangerous as Sima Gui had said, she felt certain she would die if she went in at that time.

As the time approached, Li Chengyi grew more anxious. Every day, besides going out for material and absorbing Evil Thoughts, he kept searching for information about Dongliu Experimental Primary School.

Being proactive always felt better than doing nothing.

What he worried about had nothing to do with Zhong Ying; he was more concerned that he would face a new Blind Spot when his time came, and then there might not be so much time or energy to investigate the matters of Mist Street.

Once pulled into a Blind Spot, one would keep being pulled back, time and time again, until death.

Soon, a week passed by, the information still wasn’t found, but Zhong Ying was already noticeably restless.

Every day, she paced up and down in the villa, repeatedly inquiring about the situation from Xindela and Song Ran, hoping for some solid news, but each time she ended up disappointed.

In the blink of an eye, the end of July arrived, and it was almost the beginning of August.

Ding.

In the villa’s first floor hall, Xindela’s phone suddenly chimed.

He checked it and his expression immediately turned serious.

“It’s here! We found it!!” His voice carried a hint of excitement.

The others who were seated on the sofas and chairs quickly stood up, turning their gaze towards him in unison.

“My ten million!” Sima Gui laughed.

Li Chengyi also felt relieved. They had found the clue, and his Flying Yi might have a solution now.

More importantly, that little flower….

“Boss, is it the chubby kid’s clue?” he asked.

“Mm, that chubby kid definitely existed. The data from Dongliu Experimental Primary School is incomplete, combined with the Silent Fortresses between cities, some places can’t even achieve connectivity through the network. So, it took quite some time,” Xindela nodded earnestly.

He took out his signature tool — the projection flashlight.

He aimed it at a white wall on the side of the hall and pressed the switch.

Woosh.

Instantly, a beam of light was projected out, forming a screen on the wall.

At the very top, the image that appeared was of the chubby kid, who had made a deep impression on Li Chengyi.

A cylindrical body, three stripes, only two holes for nostrils, and the bridge of the nose almost invisible.

Beneath, the kid’s detailed information slowly appeared.

‘Bai Feipeng: 3101-3178. The only child of Bai Tang, owner of the Bai Family Bookstore on Xuezhong Road. He later inherited the bookstore and lived his life there, never leaving Zhaoshan. In 3177, he became bedridden due to illness and lost his mobility, passing away in the autumn of the following year.’

“That’s it?” Sima Gui said in surprise. “After all this time, that’s all the information we’ve gotten?”

“That’s it,” Xindela nodded. He turned to look at the others.

“But that’s enough,” he continued.

“How so?” Li Chengyi asked.

“Because, the Bai Family Bookstore is still open,” Xindela said gravely.

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On another street over ten kilometers away from Xuezhong Road — Qingshui Town Qianhong Road, Bai Family Bookstore.

A luxury black SUV slowly pulled up to the curb, nestled between two slender young saplings.

The car door opened.

Song Ran was the first to get out, looking left and right, followed by Sima Gui, Zhong Ying, Li Chengyi, and finally Xindela.

The group checked their surroundings.

This was a transition zone between the old city district and the new city district.

Dilapidated buildings on the brink of collapse stood side by side with shiny new shopping malls flashing their colorful billboards, just a few steps away.

Standing in front of the old storefronts, one could hear faint howling sounds coming from the latest tech KTVs in the distance.

The old and the new seemed to intersect here in a curious way.

All of them stood in front of the Bai Family Bookstore, examining the shop.

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To the left of the bookstore was a coffee shop, and to the right a stationery store, with the upper floors waiting to be demolished, windowless and deserted.

Slogans and advertising signs were clearly visible, cluttered across the front walls of the shops.

It was just after four in the afternoon, and the bookstore was already empty and desolate.

An old bald man wearing a plaid shirt sat at the doorway, engrossed in playing a mobile game.

“The Bai Family Bookstore has been open for over a hundred years and has never changed hands; it’s always been owned by the Bai family. So if we’re going to find that old Wu’s Grocery Store, we’re bound to find clues here,” Xindela said in a low voice.

“I’ll go,” Zhong Ying looked at the old man, finally feeling some confidence. She puffed up her chest and moved forward, leaning in to ask gently.

“Excuse me, sir, are you the owner of this bookstore?”

The old man didn’t move an inch, didn’t even lift his head, his eyes unflinching, his hands still rapidly tapping on his mobile phone.

Zhong Ying’s face stiffened, and she repeated the question.

Unfortunately, there was still no response. The old man didn’t even lift his head, letting Zhong Ying circle around him. He remained unchanged in his basic sitting posture.

“See that? That’s real dedication a true gamer has!” Sima Gui said with deep respect. “We who play cannot be swayed by any distractions when we’re aiming for our goals in the game! Not even Zhong Ying’s beauty would make a difference, even if it existed!”

“You’re still suffering from severe game addiction?” Li Chengyi said speechlessly.

“Reality is too boring; I have to find excitement in games,” Sima Gui sighed.

Li Chengyi had no words in response.

Seeing Zhong Ying was unsuccessful, Xindela approached and slowly pulled out several hundred-yuan bills from his wallet.

“Boss, I’d like to buy some books.”

The old man paused in his movements and slowly lifted his head.

“Pick them out yourself inside, ten yuan for two, buy more than a hundred and get one for free.”

The group exchanged looks but didn’t enter the bookstore. Xindela continued to speak to the old man.

“Your last name is Bai, right? I heard the Bai Family Bookstore has been here for over a hundred years? Is that true? Doesn’t really look like it,” he said.

“Of course, it is. My grandfather passed this store to me, told me to just run a bookstore. Back then, we made much more than now,” the old man sighed and put down his phone. “You guys didn’t come to buy books, did you?”

An old man sharp as a tack, especially since none of them had even walked into the bookstore; their intention was rather obvious.

“Mm, we came to ask you about a person, Bai Feipeng. Do you know him?” Xindela asked.

“That was my grandfather,” the old man laughed, his cheeks squeezing out two folds of wrinkles like orange peel. “He’s been gone for many years.”

“Well, that’s a coincidence,” Zhong Ying sighed with relief on the side. “Uncle, since you’ve been running this bookstore here for so long, do you know where there used to be a Wu’s Grocery Store nearby? Weren’t you originally located on Xuezhong Road?”