Chapter 210: A Dream Pure as Paper

Skipping the video time to 12:30 PM today, she saw herself in the footage rinsing her mouth in the bathroom, walking to the edge of the frame, undressing, and getting into bed. In the video, one could only see a pair of snow-white feet and ankles exposed outside the quilt.

The video wasn't long. Bai Zhi set it to double speed, and then a crisp "Pop—" sound came from the laptop's speakers.

That was the sound of the phone falling onto the floor. Her phone had indeed fallen off not long after she put it on the charger.

Who had knocked the phone off the nightstand?

Bai Zhi quickly got the answer:

—It was herself.

After the sound of the phone falling rang out, the two feet in the frame suddenly moved. It looked like she had turned over in bed and changed her sleeping position. Bai Zhi's sleeping posture had always been bad; sometimes she would wake up from a nightmare and find herself rolled onto the floor.

But this time, it seemed a bit different.

After turning over, the "herself" in the surveillance video didn't seem to sleep quietly, but turned over again a few minutes later.

Kicking her legs, arching her back, her posture constantly changed, sleeping sprawled out, completely lacking the ladylike appearance a young lady of a prominent family should have. Bai Zhi, who knew her own bad sleeping posture, blushed a little watching it.

Then, with a "Thump—" sound, she rolled off the bed, her soft body hitting the floor heavily.

"Huh?" Bai Zhi froze at the sight.

If she had rolled under the bed, then why had she woken up in bed just now? And the quilt was still wrapped tightly around her?

Bai Zhi watched the video in double speed, filled with worry. She saw herself, having fallen under the bed, still restless, rolling around on the floor wrapped in the quilt like a caterpillar in a hot pan.

Then, that caterpillar stood up.

In the frame, the soundly sleeping Bai Zhi suddenly climbed up, stood by the bed draped in the thin quilt, motionless, her long, pitch-black hair falling like a waterfall.

Bai Zhi immediately realized what had happened: "I was sleepwalking?"

Yes, sleepwalking.

The surveillance footage on the screen was still playing. She saw herself walking aimlessly around the room draped in the quilt, like a female ghost wandering in a graveyard, looking here and there: opening the wardrobe and closing it, walking into the bathroom to brush her teeth, boiling a cup of hot water with the electric kettle...

Bai Zhi watched herself in the footage walking and stopping in the room, brushing her teeth, boiling water, opening the wardrobe, and then groggily climbing back into bed, sleeping soundly.

"So it was just a false alarm..." Bai Zhi let out a sigh of relief, the fear in her heart quietly dissipating. She had thought someone had sneaked into the room while she was taking a nap.

Having a criminal hiding in the house would be too terrifying.

Closing the computer and putting the camera and memory card back in their original places, Bai Zhi felt relieved, combed her hair, washed up, changed clothes, and went out.

But what she didn't see was that after she closed the bedroom door, on the balcony outside the curtains, a beautiful young girl with a graceful figure and exquisite features that looked like they had been painted slowly stood up.

She was wearing a pair of acid-wash blue high-waisted jeans, her white ice-silk shirt stretched tight by her full breasts. She wore no makeup, and her long, waterfall-like black hair was tied into a simple single ponytail. She was exactly the same as Bai Zhi, who had just walked out of the house.

Exactly the same.

"Hoo..."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe placed a clean, slender hand on his forehead, blocking the scorching sunlight at two o'clock in the afternoon. A pair of eyes, gentle as autumn water, quietly gazed at the surging Han River in the distance. Above his fair, slender collarbone, tender green, dense snake scales were faintly visible.

This time, he had stolen "Bai Zhi's own perception of Bai Zhi." Unlike the one-sided image in others' eyes, this came from the person's own self-perception. This was a complete identity, bringing the most complex information, and the impact on Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's own self was the most intense.

But he had to do this; there was no better choice.

Just now on the airship, Seeing Lan Shiwen had predicted the future for Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, and the result was that he was very likely to die in Qinzhou. One could choose not to believe a prophet's words, but one could not fail to guard against them.

So Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe began to think about what methods he currently had to significantly improve his self-preservation ability in a short time... and so, Bai Zhi's name floated into his heart.

At the same time, the future Seeing Lan Shiwen saw changed; he returned from Qinzhou alive.

Before using Taiyi to steal Bai Zhi's identity, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe had prepared himself mentally.

If Bai Zhi truly possessed the kind of ability she described, similar to "inspiration" or a "sixth sense," and could vaguely sense a ghost's killing rules based purely on instinct without any relevant information...

Then, as long as he managed to steal her self-perception, Taiyi could, to a great extent, mimic this "sixth sense," greatly improving his survival rate in strange events. Even if he faced Fenwu, it didn't mean he could only sit and wait for death.

If Bai Zhi had been lying to him before, and she didn't have any inspiration or sixth sense to perceive strangeness, and her previous pointing out of the Te-Rang rules and identifying the "God Who Cannot Be Looked At"... were all just her cooperating with Fenwu to set a trap for him.

Then, after he stole her self-perception, he would also be able to find information about Fenwu from Bai Zhi's memories, being prepared for any eventuality.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe could accept either possibility, and now, it was time to verify the facts.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe lowered his head and found he couldn't see his own toes.

Bai Zhi's figure followed her mother's; she was a fair, soft girl, so delicate and weak that it seemed a gust of wind would blow her over. Yet, on such slender branches grew a pair of heavy, ripe fruits that seemed capable of snapping the branches. The visual impact was not ordinary.

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This daughter was definitely biological.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe supported himself on the railing with one hand, flipped over, and jumped down. The girl's voluptuous body turned into a turtle dove and disappeared into the city.

At 15:00 PM, the flight from Yun-Du to Taoyuan City took off on time.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe sank into the soft seat of the first-class cabin, put on an eye mask, and complex memories began to surge in his brain...

Bai Zhi's memories began from when she learned to walk.

The hazy memories of a young girl made it impossible for Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe to determine how old she was. The face of the mother holding her hand was also blurry. This was normal; human cubs at this time hadn't been weaned, and their various organs, including eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, hadn't completed their "factory settings," so everything they saw was blurry.

Walking, stumbling, babbling... The hazy memories flipped by page by page, and in the blink of an eye, Bai Zhi was in kindergarten.

The memories at this time had become clear. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe saw a beautiful girl in a purple dress, her eyes red, holding little Bai Zhi tightly in her arms. Clearly, she was sending her daughter to kindergarten, and Bai Zhi hadn't cried, but this mother was crying with red eyes.

"Auntie when she was young... was actually quite cute, a crybaby just like now."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe smiled slightly, watching Bai Zhi leave her mother's arms, hold the teacher's hand, and walk into the kindergarten gate.

Behind the gate was a blank space, chaotic pixels shattered.

When the next distinguishable scene finally emerged, Bai Zhi, carrying a schoolbag and wearing a small skirt, had already left kindergarten and was holding her mother's hand to get into the car to go home.

"Bai Zhi's memory is... broken?"

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stared blankly at the scene before him dissipating against a pure white background. A feeling of déjà vu welled up in his heart.

He seemed to have seen a similar situation elsewhere.

Where was it?

In... the memories of Yu Zi Qian and Tian Chengyun.

"Bai Zhi's memory was also tampered with?"

No, compared to "tampered with," perhaps "deleted and modified" would be more accurate.

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