During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

What about people?

Song Beiyou walked to the door and looked inside—the copper kettle on the small charcoal stove was steaming, and there was a porcelain cup next to it. One of the cabinet doors at the far end was open, and there were clothes and handbags inside, but Mary was not there.

On the side of the locker, there is a hidden door, a side passage used by nurses to go to and from get off work. At this moment, it is slightly ajar, revealing the darkness outside.

Song Beiyou showed no intention of going forward to check. His life was at stake, so caution was paramount. With a thought, he activated "Autumn Cicada's Premonition" based on the information he had previously received.

In an instant, a surge of scalding heat rushed through my spine, coursing through my blood vessels and nerves to my eyes and brain!

He felt his vision become incredibly clear, and his mind became unusually active and sharp.

Hiss! The water in the copper kettle boiled. Looking closely, the white steam rising from the kettle's spout immediately slowed, and the collision, merging, and rising of each tiny water droplet was clearly visible. He could even see the sparks that exploded inside the charcoal stove, tracing slow, graceful paths as they struck the copper kettle's wall before extinguishing.

This was truly a completely different perspective on the world. Song Beiyou was both surprised and delighted. His gaze swept across the area and he saw a stream of air rushing in through the crack of the hidden door. Then, the door was pushed open.

Mary, wearing a high-necked dress, walked in from behind the door, paused for a moment, blinked, and asked, "Song, what's wrong?"

Song Beiyou smiled and said, "I'm going to make my rounds."

"Oh, okay. You'd better come back soon, it's too quiet on this floor, I'm scared to be alone." Mary winked at him and turned to get her coffee pot.

"No problem." Song Beiyou forced a smile, automatically ignoring the flirtatious glance, and turned to walk outside. The clock on the wall had already struck 9:59.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind my head!

Song Beiyou was already on high alert, and upon hearing the sound, he suddenly dodged to the right. A ball of scalding yellow light flew past his head and crashed to the ground with a "bang!", spilling boiling water and sending up a cloud of white steam.

This woman is insane! If I hadn't been alert, I would have been burned alive! Song Beiyou turned around abruptly, and Mary, holding a large metal syringe, pounced on him, her eyes fierce.

His pupils trembled, and everything before his eyes immediately slowed down—the gleaming needle tip, the brown liquid swaying inside the syringe, the woman's running movements… all of them became slow motion.

He slightly shifted his body, reached out and precisely grabbed Mary's wrist, and pushed her forward with the momentum.

Boom! Mary's obese body staggered and bumped into the edge of the nurses' station, letting out a cry of pain.

Song Beiyou had already moved closer to her, pinning her down from behind and twisting her wrist that was holding the syringe backward.

Mary struggled and yelled, "Let me go! Damn it, how did you suddenly become so agile!"

If it weren't for the mask, he probably would have fallen for her trick. Could she be the one responsible for the killing? Song Beiyou tightened his grip, forcefully snatching the syringe from her and pinning her against the nurse's table, coldly asking, "Why are you targeting me?"

The fat woman beneath him was panting heavily and stopped struggling. She just sneered, "This is your punishment because you saw something you shouldn't have seen."

A vertical line appeared between Song Beiyou's brows. The experience of working as Scarlett's assistant for several months flashed through his mind. What did I see?

Could Mary have been sent by Scarlett to get me?! Song Beiyou was chilled to the bone by this thought. But right now, getting through this ordeal and restoring his legs was the most important thing. His eyes changed, and with a forceful pull, the needle pierced his skin, and the brown liquid in the tube was quickly injected.

"Ah, no! Wait—" Mary hadn't expected him to be so decisive. Her incredulous expression turned to terror, her voice stopped abruptly, and a moment later she began to tremble all over and her eyes rolled back.

Song Beiyou stared at the limp Mary, his expression showing no sign of relaxation. Wuchang Bo remained unresponsive; Mary's attack was not the end.

……

The nurses' station was a mess, with documents and papers scattered all over the floor, some soaked and wrinkled from the spilled water. Mary lay motionless on the floor.

Song Beiyou paused briefly in place. The stairs leading downstairs were to the right of the inner corridor. He then looked towards the changing room—through that side door, one could go directly to the ground floor.

Which road should we take?

Mary just came in through that side door. Behind that door, there's a strong possibility that someone instructed her and gave her the syringe.

The clock on the wall ticked away, and the overhead light cast a dim yellow glow. Song Beiyou took out a scalpel, held it upside down in his hand, and moved quietly, trying not to make a sound.

A gust of cold wind, carrying dampness, blew in, making Song Beiyou's face feel icy. It was raining again outside. Through the window, tall ginkgo trees swayed in the wind and rain, their shadows looming. The chaotic sound of raindrops hitting the glass was amplified infinitely in his ears, mingling with the sound of his heartbeat, creating a chaotic, drum-like cacophony.

The creaking sound was extremely abrupt, like fingernails scraping against a door.

Song Beiyou paused, goosebumps immediately rising on the back of his neck, and he turned around abruptly!

It turned out that a hospital room door had opened, and a person squeezed out sideways, followed by a withered old man being helped out.

"Ah You, what's going on? You woke up Master Liu, and he refuses to go back to sleep. He insists on getting up." The middle-aged man in blue overalls rubbed his sleepy eyes and complained.

Old Master Liu was so thin he was skin and bones. His silk jacket looked like it was hanging on a wooden pole. He was hunched over and moved forward shakily, arching his back one step at a time.

Song Beiyou's heart, which had been in his throat, relaxed again. "It's nothing. Quickly help Master Liu back. It's windy; be careful he doesn't catch a cold."

"Hey, that was quite a commotion. I'd like to see what you're up to." He left the old man beside him and strode toward the nurses' station.

Song Beiyou frowned. He used to be a caregiver himself and had worked with this guy before, so this guy was taking advantage of his seniority and still treating him like a caregiver. Mary was still lying on the ground, and it wouldn't be good if he found out, but dealing with the murder was the priority right now.

Tap tap! Seeing the caregiver shun him, Mr. Liu tapped his shiny black cane with great displeasure.

The caregiver stopped and turned back. Mr. Liu was a major client, and he dared not offend him. While supporting Mr. Liu, he winked and asked, "Ah You, were you just... with that foreign woman...?"

"That fat woman smells strongly of mutton, how could you bring yourself to eat her? Impressive!"

"Heh heh..." Old Master Liu's two dead fish eyes bulged, his throat seemed to be choked with phlegm, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

The caregiver quickly bowed and said, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Whoosh! Suddenly, the cane in Master Liu's hand transformed into a black gust of wind and struck the caregiver on the forehead.

Thud! Pfft—

Red and white splattered all over the snow-white wall. The caregiver suddenly lost half of his head, and his hands, which were still trying to scratch his head, convulsed and fell backward halfway through.

Song Beiyou was so shocked that his hair stood on end. The change was too sudden. The old man acted abruptly, and even Qiu Chan, who had sensed it first, hadn't noticed any signs. This old man was Liu Dazhu; he was the one who arranged the hospitalization and wrote the medical records.

"Shut up, you talk too much! Hmph hmph hmph." Old Master Liu muttered, his hunched back slowly straightening, a sinister smile spreading across his face.