Soul Trigger

Chapter 703 Jasmine, Tombstone, Cha Pear
"The self-inflicted injury trick is really useful."

An hour later, Ji Li opened his eyes in Veronica's quiet room and said this.

He sat up and looked at Angelica, who stood to the side with a helpless expression:

"How's it going?"

"She doesn't seem to suspect you anymore... but what secret do you two have?"

"You'll find out later."

"The teacher called the curator, Connie Lee. She will be suspended, but the suspension is temporary. Because of the incident involving the dead apostle that you caused, she will only be suspended without pay..."

Considering Jasmine's direct call to the curator earlier, such a lenient punishment was entirely unexpected for Ji Li.
"Will it affect her access to the St. Martin's vault?"

"No. What do you mean?"

"She was an extra arrangement I made to get her into the St. Martin's vault. We asked our teacher, Veronica, to be lenient with her, at least so that it wouldn't affect her position. She told us I was fine."

“…That’s not up to me to decide.” Angelica sighed. “Besides, the identity of the attacker is under investigation, and we should have results soon…”

"What else is there to investigate? The Illuminati."

"...You know?"

“I saw the tattoos on the attacker’s hands.”

"I understand, I'll keep this a secret..."

"No need to keep it a secret, just release it, the sooner the better."

"...Why?" Angelica asked, puzzled.

"She is also trying to clear her name."

Ji Li straightened her clothes, turning her head to look at herself in the mirror.

She killed the Stargatemen who came to find her, and she needed a signal to show that she had nothing to do with their deaths. Having the Illuminati come to her door to kill them was a good option.

“Stargateman…is this the ‘toilet’ you went to this morning?”
But wouldn't assassinating the direct descendants of the Curator of St. Martin cut off the Illuminati's escape route? The Ludwig family would never accept their pleas for help.

"Who controls the St. Martin's treasury?"

"The Ludwig family?"

"No, it's that curator named Bertrand Ludwig, who is Connie Lee's direct superior. He's the real tyrant here."

She didn't need to persuade the Ludwig family; she only needed to persuade the curator.

Ji Li was almost certain of this based on Jasmine's direct call for Bertrand Ludwig to clean up her mess.

This discovery made the junior adjutant even more important than Veronica... Could this be the reason for her meteoric rise here?

That being said, there was another thing that gave Ji Li a strange sense of déjà vu—

Neither of them actually had tattoos, and he didn't identify their Illuminati affiliation based on that.

He reached into the medical cart beside him and pulled out a piece of pitch-black ice that radiated coldness.

This thing is the remnant of the immortal's spiritual essence.

Although the attacker's face was concealed, the spiritual energy on the ice block was very familiar to him.

Ji Li led Angelica out of the quiet room, which was Veronica's room in the Museum of Rest, filled with luxurious decor and, of course, various fine wines.

He casually grabbed a glass, mixed a simple drink with minimal ingredients while Angelica looked on with a bewildered expression, and then, with a crackling sound, handed it to Angelica:

"Drink a sip."

"This……"

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous. I wouldn't harm you. I just have a guess."

"All right……"

Angelica had no choice but to take the glass of wine. After hesitating for a moment, as if to show her loyalty to Ji Li, she gritted her teeth and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he saw Ji Li's astonished gaze:

"Have you finished drinking?"

"...Is there a problem?"

Then, she saw the strange smile on Ji Li's face and felt an extreme warmth coming from her abdomen.

Instantly, she clutched her lower abdomen, her face flushed red, and she tumbled to the ground in a duck-like position.
"This is……?!"

The sound of water filled the air. Ji Li laughed heartily, brought the glass of wine to his lips, and took a sip.
"It's been a long time, Shari..." Shari's spirit core ability is the ability to lightly copy the spirit core abilities of other people.

The girl originally copied Ji Li's Black Ice ability in the Predator's Nest. I never expected that she would still be using a Dominator-level ability even at the Immortal level.

Ji Li put down the drinks and prepared to help Angelica, who was lying on the ground with a "I'm all better" expression, up, but the latter waved her hands repeatedly:
"No! No! I... I can stand up by myself..."

Ji Li hadn't seen such an embarrassed and angry expression in a long time. After a moment's consideration, he decided to leave a couple of sips of the wine in his glass—

It would be quite interesting to leave one for Aquile and one for Clementine...

But why do I feel like I've forgotten something?
……

6 Arro Street, outdoor steakhouse.

"Miss, lunch service has already ended. Has the person you're waiting for not arrived yet?"

Before the words were even finished, the glass made a crisp sound as it was crushed by fair, delicate fingers, spilling wine all over the hand—

"Sorry, here are some tissues..."

"no need."

The tombstone snapped its fingers, and the waiter's eyes instantly lost their luster, and he stood there dumbfounded.

She slowly rose, gently lifted her gothic dress, and walked slowly into the steakhouse.

The room was now empty. It came to the photo wall and strolled from color to black and white until it reached the end of the wall.

That's the oldest photo here; you can still see the shadow of an old-fashioned railcar on the bustling streets of Birmingham.

A bearded man with a ponytail was sitting at a worn-out dining table reading a newspaper, while a girl sitting opposite him was struggling with the steak on her plate and secretly glancing at him.

The tombstone reached out towards the man's face in the photo, and just as it was about to touch him, the ring on its body jingled.

"Sorry, something unexpected happened, I forgot about your matter."

tombstone:"……"

"Hey, are you still there?"

"exist."

"Then I'll come over now?"

"no need."

The tombstone gently touches the photo on the wall:
"Actually, I also encountered an unexpected situation and couldn't make it. You can treat me another day."

"Okay, it seems I was overthinking it."

The ring was restored to its original state, the tombstone was gently stroked, and the gaze, fixed on the photograph, gradually became fixed until an aged voice came from beside it:

"Miss? Miss?"

It awoke from its reverie, turned its head and saw the head chef, who was also the store manager, walking out of the kitchen.

The smiling shop manager was about to explain the photos on the wall to the woman in front of him when he saw the face that turned around and instantly froze.

It wasn't until much later that he seemed to wake from a dream, his limbs trembling:
"You are……"

His voice stopped abruptly, and he blinked.

There was nothing in front of him; there was no woman with long pink hair. The figure from before seemed like a fleeting dream.

He turned and shouted outside:
"Rupert, where is the last guest who dined there?"

The stunned waiter also came to his senses:

"Didn't the guests... leave half an hour ago?"

The teacher paused for a moment, then patted his forehead:
"I'm really getting senile..."

He looked at the photo on the wall, took out the pendant from inside his shirt, held the twisted and knotted symbol in his palm, and prayed quietly.

……

In the Bullfighting Shopping Center, the girl went into the changing room, took off her sunglasses and hat, and let her long, straight black hair fall down.

The black spiritual lines spread from the side of her face to the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and then quickly disappeared.

Che Li gently covered her cheek, and after the fainting subsided, she picked up her phone:

"Connie, how are you?"

(End of this chapter)