Chapter 210 A Dream as White as Paper

Jump the video time to 12:30 noon today. The self in the camera rinses his mouth with mouthwash in the bathroom, walks to the edge of the screen, takes off his clothes and goes to bed. In the video, only a pair of snow-white feet and ankles exposed outside the quilt can be seen.

The video was not long, Bai Zhi adjusted it to double speed, and then a crisp “click” sound came from the laptop’s speaker.

That was the sound of a cell phone falling to the floor. Sure enough, my cell phone fell down not long after I put it on the floor to charge.

Who knocked the phone off the bedside table?

Bai Zhi soon got the answer:

——It’s myself.

After the sound of the phone falling, the two feet in the picture suddenly moved. It looked like they turned over in bed and changed their sleeping position. Bai Zhi had always had a bad sleeping posture. Sometimes after waking up from a nightmare, she would find herself rolling on the floor.

But this time, it seems a little different.

After turning over, the self in the surveillance video did not seem to sleep quietly, but turned over again after a few minutes.

She stretched her legs, lay on her back, and changed her postures constantly, sleeping with her legs spread out. She did not look like a lady at all. Bai Zhi, who knew that she had a bad sleeping posture, felt a little embarrassed when she saw her.

Then with a thud, she rolled off the bed, and her soft body hit the floor heavily.

“Huh?” Bai Zhi was stunned when she saw this.

If I rolled under the bed, why did I wake up in bed just now? The quilt was still wrapped around me?

Bai Zhi watched the video at double the speed with a worried look on her face. She saw that even after falling under the bed, she was still not obedient and kept rolling around on the floor wrapped in the quilt like a caterpillar on a hot pan.

Then the caterpillar stood up.

In the picture, Bai Zhi, who was soundly sleeping, suddenly got up, stood motionless by the bed covered with a thin quilt, and her long black hair fell like a waterfall.

Bai Zhi immediately realized what happened: “Am I sleepwalking?”

Yes, sleepwalking.

The surveillance video on the screen was still playing. She was seen walking around the room aimlessly with a blanket wrapped around her, like a ghost wandering in a cemetery, looking around: opening and closing the wardrobe, brushing her teeth in the bathroom, and boiling a cup of hot water with an electric kettle…

Bai Zhi watched herself in the picture walking around the room, brushing her teeth, boiling water, opening the wardrobe, then climbing back to the bed in a daze and falling asleep.

“Turns out it was just a false alarm…” Bai Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and the fear in her heart quietly dissipated. She thought someone had run into the room while she was taking a nap.

It’s terrifying to have a criminal hiding in your home.

After turning off the computer and putting the camera and memory card back in place, Bai Zhi felt relieved, combed her hair, washed up, changed her clothes and went out.

But what she didn’t see was that after she closed the door, a beautiful girl with a graceful figure and delicate features as if she had been painted slowly stood up on the balcony outside the curtains.

She was wearing a pair of washed blue high-waisted jeans and a white ice silk shirt that was bulging with her plump breasts. She was bare-faced, and her long black hair was tied into a simple ponytail. She looked exactly like Bai Zhi who had just walked out of the house.

Exactly the same

“call……”

Ning Zhe placed a plain slender hand on her forehead to block the scorching sun at two o’clock in the afternoon. Her pair of eyes as gentle as autumn water quietly gazed at the rushing Han River in the distance. Above her fair and slender collarbone, the tender green and dense snake scales were faintly visible.

What he stole this time was ‘Baizhi’s own understanding of Baizhi’. Different from the one-sided image in the eyes of others, it comes from Baizhi’s own self-understanding. This is a complete identity, which brings the most complex information and has the most intense impact on Ningzhe’s self.

But he had to do it, there was no better choice.

Just now on the airship, Lan Shiwen predicted the future for Ning Zhe, and the result was that he would most likely die in Qinzhou. You can disbelieve the words of the prophet, but you must be on guard.

So Ning Zhe began to think about what methods he could use to significantly improve his self-protection ability in a short period of time… and Bai Zhi’s name came to his mind.

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

Before using Taiyi to steal Baizhi’s identity, Ning Zhe prepared himself mentally.

If Bai Zhi really possessed the ability similar to “inspiration” or “sixth sense” as she said, she could vaguely sense the ghost’s killing rules based on instinct alone without any relevant information.

Then as long as he could find a way to steal her self-awareness, he would be able to imitate this “sixth sense” to a great extent, greatly improving his survival rate in strange events. Even if he faced Fenwu, he would not have to sit and wait for death.

If Bai Zhi was lying to herself before, she didn’t have any inspiration or sixth sense to perceive weirdness. She had pointed out the special rules and identified the god who could not be looked at directly…all of them were just a trap set by her and Fen Wu.

Then, after stealing her self-awareness, I will be able to find information about Fenwu from Baizhi’s memory, so I can be prepared for any eventuality.

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

Ning Zhe lowered his head and found that he could not see his toes.

Bai Zhi’s figure is like her mother’s, a fair and soft girl, so fragile that she seems like she will be blown down by the wind. However, on such a delicate branch there are a pair of heavy fruits that seem to be able to break the branches. The visual impact is very strong.

This daughter must be her biological daughter.

Ning Zhe supported himself on the railing with one hand, turned over and jumped down. The girl’s plump body turned into a dove and disappeared into the city.

At 15:00 in the afternoon, the flight from Yundu to Taoyuan City took off on time.

Ning Zhe sank into the soft seat of the first-class cabin, covered his eyes with a blindfold, and a complex memory began to surge in his brain…

Baizhi’s memory starts from when she learned to walk.

The little girl’s hazy memory made Ning Zhe unable to determine how old she was. The face of her mother holding her hand was also blurry. This was normal. Human cubs at this time had not yet been weaned, and various organs including the eyes, ears, mouth and nose had not yet completed factory settings, so everything they saw was blurry.

Walking, wrestling, babbling…the hazy memories turned over page by page, and in the blink of an eye, Baizhi went to kindergarten.

The memory at this time has become clear. Ning Zhe saw a beautiful girl in a purple dress, holding little Baizhi tightly in her arms with red eyes. She was obviously sending her daughter to kindergarten, and Baizhi didn’t cry, but her mother cried with red eyes.

“Auntie when she was young…she was quite cute, but she was still a crybaby like she is now.”

Ning Zhe smiled slightly and watched Bai Zhi leave her mother’s arms, holding the teacher’s hand, and walk into the kindergarten gate.

There was a blank space behind the door, with chaotic pixels and fragments.

When the next recognizable image finally emerged, Bai Zhi, wearing a little skirt and carrying a schoolbag, had already left the kindergarten and got into the car holding her mother’s hand to go home.

“Bai Zhi’s memory is…broken?”

Ning Zhe stared blankly at the scene in front of him disappearing into a pure white background, and a feeling of déjà vu came over him.

He seemed to have seen similar situations elsewhere.

Where is it?
In…the memories of Yu Ziqian and Tian Chengyun.

“Bai Zhi’s memory has also been tampered with?”

No, rather than ‘tampering’, perhaps ‘deleting’ would be more accurate.

(End of this chapter)