169: Chapter 169: The Instant of the Convergence of Time and Space 169: Chapter 169: The Instant of the Convergence of Time and Space The hospital ward finally quieted down.
Li Mumu had no idea how much time had passed; she only felt the sugar from that bottle of ice-cold cola had nearly run out, her legs turned to jelly, and her mind went blank.
She couldn’t hold on anymore—she wanted to sleep.
“With your tiny frame, you’re still up for fighting on the front line?”
A doctor who had just finished a surgery looked askance at Li Mumu while drying his hands, “What’s your name?
Which unit are you with?
I’ll talk to your superiors and have you transferred over to the hospital.”
Seeing the numb expression on Li Mumu’s face and her reluctance to speak, he pulled out two dollars from his pocket, “Go buy me a cup of coffee at the entrance.
Add sugar, no milk, and keep the change to buy yourself something to eat.”
Yay, now she had some money…
After toiling for half the day, stitching God knows how many stitches, she earned two bucks, and now she had to buy someone coffee.
Dragging her exhausted body, Li Mumu walked out of the hospital’s main entrance.
Just as she stretched lazily, she twisted her head and saw Sister Coke again.
Don’t ask how she could tell; although many people were wearing the same gear, those were mainly those who came down from the front line, reeking of smoke and fire.
Only Sister Coke and she herself were spotless.
Ah, that’s not right; she wasn’t clean anymore—her gloves and sleeves were covered in someone else’s blood.
Sister Coke was in the middle of a murder and cover-up.
Um…
Huh?
Li Mumu’s eyes rounded in shock as she saw Sister Coke supporting another person’s figure, slowly laying them down in the shadows around the corner, then reaching into the person’s pocket to pull out a very familiar-looking little black notebook.
That notebook!
It seemed Sister Coke noticed Li Mumu’s gaze; she turned around, nodded slightly to her as if greeting, then casually flicked through the notebook without a care in the world.
There’s a mole here!
A mole!
Li Mumu instinctively wanted to shout out loud, but hesitated as the words approached her lips.
At such a close range, it was entirely possible that the other party could silence her in an instant as soon as she opened her mouth.
Li Mumu judged by her own strengths—if she had a knife in hand, then there was no question against someone stronger than herself.
A mere shout might not be enough to attract attention, as the hospital had been filled with horrific cries and howls for some time.
Even if she managed to shout, her screams might be mistaken for those of a wounded patient and ignored.
Therefore, there was only one thing to do—make a commotion!
Without showing anything on her face, Mumu slowly raised her hand and began to take off her eyepatch, the pupil of her right eye gradually turning blood-red.
However, the next second, her vision went dark.
Sister Coke paid no attention to Mumu’s subtle movement, simply flipped through the notebook, tore off a page casually, and then threw the notebook right at Mumu’s face.
With a slap, the notebook stuck to Li Mumu’s face, also blocking her view.
As she fumbled to grasp the notebook and looked up again, Sister Coke was gone.
She must report!
This suspicious individual must be reported immediately!
And she had thought her to be a good person!
Li Mumu’s eyes brimmed with tears as she covered her reddening nose, then she looked down at the content on the notebook.
Just like the last time, the writing on the notebook faded rapidly as soon as it reached her hands.
Fortunately, that suspicious voice in her head, which claimed to be split personality, had the ability to remember instantly,
“[If the plan succeeds, history will be rewritten.
Under this major premise, everyone has a motive to participate and become a complicit.
No one can be trusted, as in everyone’s heart, there’s an inevitable flaw called regret…]”
What is this?
Li Mumu was baffled by this abrupt sentence.
Of course, she knew that the most important content must have already been taken by Sister Coke, but even the fragment she glimpsed was enough to make her aware that an enormous conspiracy was brewing behind the scenes.
Rewriting history?
What the heck, are you also time-traveling?
“Come here!”
Just as Li Mumu’s mind was in a haze, someone suddenly called out from behind her.
Calling me?
Li Mumu blankly looked up, only to see a white-haired sticky rice dumpling…
Sorry, it was a person completely wrapped up like a sticky rice dumpling, standing at the entrance of a hospital building, looking at her.
Were you kicked into a chemical factory’s sulfuric acid pool by a bat monster, with that look?
The most important thing is that you’re strutting around with that look.
You’ve really got some tough luck.
“Are you here?
Have you seen the others?”
As soon as the other person spoke, Li Mumu realized that she’d definitely been mistaken for someone else…
wait a second, could he be mistaking me for Sister Coke?
A comrade of the mole!
Li Mumu nonchalantly pointed in a direction, but it seemed that the other person was not distracted and instead focused directly on the notebook she held in her hand.
He reached out to grab it!
Definitely a comrade!
Li Mumu was startled internally and subconsciously held on tightly to her notebook.
Both hands grabbed the same notebook, and the atmosphere on the scene instantly became tense.
Li Mumu squinted her eyes.
Even though your comrade bought me a cold Coke for which I’m grateful, the meals at the Special Service Bureau cafeteria actually taste quite good.
If things can’t be resolved peacefully today, then don’t blame me for being heartless and…
ugh—!
She just felt a churning in her stomach as the food she had just eaten uncontrollably spurted out.
The sunlight in front of her was exceptionally dazzling.
“Miss, are you watching the sea all by yourself?”
Arthur had just said this when he saw the bear pajama-wearing beauty in front of him violently shake like she was having a fit, and then with one heave, she regurgitated a mess all over the ground in front of him.
Damn, that’s really bad luck!
The smell of vomit shot straight up his nostrils, and Arthur immediately lost all interest, covering his mouth and turning to leave.
Who am I, where am I, what the hell is going on…
Li Mumu knelt on the deck, vomiting until she felt dark all over, feeling as though her brain had been scooped out, soaked and remolded with new circuitry, prepared like a dragon chant cuisine then stuffed back in—intense tearing sensations spread from her neural synapses to her spine, nearly causing her to lose control over her body.
It wasn’t until she had thrown up every last bit of stomach acid that she barely managed to regain her composure.
“Anchor established”
[Your name is Li Mumu, born on April 4, 1357, on the West Coast of the Federation…]
[You’ve just experienced a Time-Space Retrospection, returning to the time node of May 5, Common Era 1370.]
[Everything you have experienced has yet to happen, and everything you will experience is about to unfold.]
[You feel His gaze upon you.]
Li Mumu raised her right hand, the bright red like blood Red String densely coiled around her fingers round and round.
Within the Red String, glimmers of golden mottles could be seen twinkling faintly.
In a trance, she seemed to see densely packed golden scripture engraved on those Red Strings.
[You realize you have come to understand the mysteries of the Red String, the thread of cause and effect.
Creating sinful causes leads to birthing sinful effects.
You’re merely the one pulling the strings, letting those criminals pay off their accrued karma early.]