Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Qi Zhimu has a way to contact him on Sundays, but due to the robin's concerns, he had to give up the idea of ​​contacting him to inquire.

Nothing happened that day.

As dusk fell, I learned from the train group that the martial arts ceremony had come to an end.

Although Yanqing won the championship, the process was more important than the result, and it also involved a story from 700 years ago in the Jingyuan era.

Seven hundred years ago… Qi Zhimu was somewhat surprised.

If you look closely, the timing is quite subtle, falling around the time of his sudden demise in his second life.

However, Qi Zhimu didn't pay much attention to it.

Since it involves Jingyuan, he will handle it properly.

Qi Zhimu got off the recliner, stretched, and prepared to get busy with dinner.

Jingliu hasn't returned yet, Xing and the others have another celebration banquet, and Han Ya Xueyi is probably still busy.

A whole day has passed, and I wonder how Ruan Mei's new pastry development is progressing.

Surprisingly, Ruan Mei is not currently busy with the new pastries, but has already served several home-style dishes.

Everything looked familiar.

"Let's get ready to eat."

Upon seeing Qi Zhimu appear, Ruan Mei's eyes softened, and she reached for her waist to untie her apron.

The most ordinary movement perfectly accentuates the alluring curves of the waist and hips, which appear understated at first glance but are just right upon closer inspection.

Qi Zhimu shook his head inwardly, trying to shake off the chaotic thoughts.

Perhaps like people who are used to watching porn, if it happens frequently, it can easily become a conditioned reflex, and seeing a suggestive picture can easily arouse impulse.

He's been paying taxes for too long lately, especially Jingliu, who always likes to leave him behind her.

Over time... my brain almost developed a conditioned reflex in this regard.

Yes, that should be correct.

Qi Zhimu took a few deep breaths, and all the beautiful thoughts in his heart fell silent.

Dinner was uneventful.

The two didn't talk much, exchanging only brief remarks.

When talking about the new pastries, Ruan Mei admitted that she lacked some ingredients and had to go out to buy or collect them.

Perhaps because she didn't want to trouble Qi Zhimu, or perhaps because she was afraid of being rejected when she extended an invitation, she never said what she was lacking.

After finishing her meal and putting down her chopsticks, Ruan Mei went out into the night.

Only Qi Zhimu remained at Qingxin Residence.

With nothing else to do, he collected and compiled information about Pinocone and the Asdna system.

Even traveling to different places within the same world requires advance planning, let alone interstellar travel.

My first trip to Pinocchio was on Sundays to discuss the next few stops of the Milky Way tour to protect robins; there's no need to know too much about it.

Things are different now: the Harmonious Music Ceremony, the robin's inexplicable silence, and her suspicion that there's likely a traitor within her family...

...Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

He would never have accepted this kind of request from anyone else, but the person he was asking was a robin.

Although it's called an employer-employee relationship, after that past experience, it's hard to completely sever ties.

Moreover—

It's still a long way from being completely severed.

Having not used his familiar intelligence channels for a long time, he quickly gathered a large amount of complicated information about Pinocchio and his family.

Qi Zhimu carefully sifted through the useful, suspicious, and potentially problematic items.

Before I knew it, the screening was completed and it was almost midnight.

You could look into black swans, but it's not the right time.

Black Swan had been investigating Pinocchio for a long time, and the intelligence she possessed was something that would be difficult to grasp without firsthand experience.

We can talk after we arrive in Pinocchio and meet up with her.

……

Jingliu hadn't returned by dawn, nor had Ruanmei.

Glancing at the train fleet, Qi Zhimu saw that Ji Zi was still sending messages, so he messaged her privately to ask about the specific time to go to Pinocchio.

I thought she would give me a definite number, but she said it would take 2-4 days.

Even more unexpectedly, the Star Train is not currently within the Luofu-controlled star system and is expected to head back tomorrow.

No wonder it takes 2-4 days.

No problem, the train is fast enough to catch the Harmonious Music Festival.

Just as he was about to end the conversation and send the message "Goodnight," the next message from Ji Zi made Qi Zhimu subconsciously pause in surprise.

[Himeko (Galaxy Traveler): By the way, I overheard Hoshi mentioning that you also know Ms. Ruan Mei from Genius Club #81?]

[Super-Speed ​​Qin Master: I know you, what's up?]

[Himeko (Galaxy Traveler): You came to the train before being invited to attend the martial arts ceremony, remember?]

[Super-Speed ​​Qin Master: I remember.]

[Himeko (Galaxy Traveler): We just left, and we received a request from Ms. Ruan Mei to bring something back for her.]

[Himeko (Galaxy Traveler): No offense intended. If you and Ms. Ruan Mei have a good relationship, could you please give that item to her for me?]

[Himeko (Galaxy Traveler): There were some problems with the train during this trip, and it will take some time to fix. If you're not familiar with her, just pretend I didn't say anything.]

[Super-Speed ​​Qin Demon: ...We're fairly familiar, I can hand it over for you. Just let me know when you get back.]

Qi Zhimu had no intention of explaining in detail, nor could he possibly explain in detail his complicated relationship with Ruan Mei.

[Super-Speed ​​Piano Demon: But I have a question, doesn't she have time to go to the train herself to receive the entrusted item?]

[Himeko (Galaxy Traveler): /Chat Log.]

Qi Zhimu clicked on it and glanced at it, finding it somewhat strange.

Ji Zi had just told Ruan Mei about it, but the latter said she was busy for the time being and needed to focus her energy on more important things.

More important things?

Qi Zhimu frowned in thought, a strange and uncertain answer flashing through his mind.

...Could it be that you're making a new type of pastry?

And those pastries, could they still be a parting gift for him?

If Qi Zhimu hadn't regained his complete memories of his first life, he would never have guessed in this direction.

However, there are no "what ifs".

Even if Ruan Mei's feelings for Qi Zhimu are kept to themselves to the extreme, it wouldn't be difficult for the latter, who has memories of his past life, to find any clues.

Ruan Mei is a typical example of someone who is confused by their own involvement, while an outsider sees things clearly.

The character 清 has a double meaning; it can also refer to the 清 in 余清涂.

Qi Zhimu didn't know how to comment, so he remained silent as usual.

[Himeko (Galaxy Traveler): You are Black Tower's lover, and Black Tower and Ruan Mei are business partners, so seeing Ruan Mei is easier for you than for us.]

[Super-fast Piano Player: OK, waiting for your message.]

After finishing his conversation with Himeko, Qi Zhimu took a quick shower and went back to his room, just about to go to sleep.

Unexpectedly, a crisp sound came from outside.

This distance should be within the lobby.

His senses spread out, capturing a familiar aura, and Qi Zhimu was immediately puzzled.

In less than two seconds, he appeared in front of Jingliu.

…she……

On my way home, I knocked over the coat rack.

With Mirror Flow's strength, it would be difficult for her to bump into the furnishings inside the room, even if she were drunk, but she did, which clearly shows that she was not paying attention at all.

"...Are you alright?" Qi Zhimu asked with concern, holding Jing Liuzhan's hand.

"I'm fine, Master, it's just..."