The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Seeing Wu You standing there dumbfounded, Ye Yi stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder:

"It's in your old personal belongings storage cabinet. Go take a look."

He paused, then added in a relaxed tone, "Also, this isn't like I'm just randomly opening your closet."

"I just happened to see it when I updated my devices a few days ago."

With that, he pushed open the door to the director's office and walked out.

Wu You nodded without saying anything.

He understood what Ye Yi meant.

Then he stood up, put his sunglasses back on, and the large black lenses covered his overly conspicuous silver eyes.

In addition, he casually pulled out a baseball cap and put it on, pulling the brim down to hide the faintly glowing sword mark between his eyebrows in the shadows.

Then, his figure disappeared from the director's office.

Arrive at the Torchbearer's Supplies Preparation Room on the first floor of the Investigation Bureau building.

It was almost lunchtime, and the preparation room was empty.

The midday sun slanted in through the high windows, cutting a bright trapezoidal shape on the ground, with dust particles slowly floating in the beams of light.

Wu You walked past rows of cabinets, passing one number after another.

His gaze swept quickly across the display case, finally stopping in front of a cabinet labeled "LH-36".

Although a new batch of cabinets has been installed, they are still accessed via personal terminals.

Wu You raised his hand and brought his watch close to the sensor area on the cabinet.

The moment the dial came close to the sensor, a tiny blue light swept across it.

drop--.

Then, with a click, the cabinet door lock popped open.

Wu You opened the cabinet door and looked inside.

There weren't many things inside, and it was no different from when Wu You left: several pairs of spare sneakers were neatly stacked on the bottom layer; several sets of spare clothes were folded in the middle layer;

In the innermost left corner, an old cell phone with a worn-out casing lay quietly.

He reached out and took it out, holding it in his hand.

He was about to press the power button when he suddenly stopped, his thumb hovering less than half a centimeter above the button.

Wu You placed his other hand on his chest, his palm pressed against the fabric of his black trench coat, carefully feeling his heartbeat quickening involuntarily.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound echoed in his chest, each beat faster than the last.

Wu You felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him, including anticipation, unease, and trepidation.

There was even a hint of... fear?

He hadn't been afraid when the black-clad royal corpse had ripped his chest out, when he was chased by the two giant bird corpses, or even when he faced the Thousand-Faced God's divine descent.

But now, his heart was pounding with fear.

He couldn't help but wonder, "Is this feeling fear?"

"Well, it seems I'm still a normal person after all."

After absorbing so much divinity and experiencing so many inhuman changes, Wu You still felt fear and his heart would race because of an old cell phone. This made Wu You feel that he had not completely become another kind of being.

"But what am I afraid of?"

"Is it because you're afraid of hearing news of their blaming me?"

He asked himself the same question.

Thinking of this, Wu You was about to reveal a self-deprecating smile, but the next moment, before the corners of his mouth could even turn up, he stopped.

Yes, given their personalities, how could they blame themselves?

So, what he was afraid of was not the blame from his parents.

What he feared was—

They don't blame him.

Wu You stopped moving.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses, took a deep breath, and then pressed the power button with his thumb.

The screen lit up. The familiar boot animation began to play.

Then, I arrived at the familiar lock screen.

The wallpaper is still the same one.

Enter the password you remember.

The phone automatically connected to the investigation bureau's network. The signal bar went from empty to full bars, and the network icon lit up.

drip-

drip-

drip-

The message notification sounds immediately filled the air.

The message notification tone from Feixun, missed call reminders on mobile phones, and SMS arrival notifications.

The notification sounds echoed in the quiet preparation room for a few minutes before gradually subsiding.

The notification bar on the screen was also filled with various messages, one after another, almost to the bottom.

Next to the missed call icon were numbers. He glanced at them and saw dozens, but many were duplicates.

Most of them came from Wu's father and mother, and a few came from Wu Jing.

The frequency of these attacks has been irregular, starting from early June and continuing until recently. Sometimes I get several attacks a day, and sometimes I only get one every few days.

There are still many unread text messages.

Most of the messages were sent by Wu's mother, and a small portion were sent by Wu's father.

The message was sent in early June, right after the divine intervention event ended.

The messages were mostly asking where Wu You was and if they could reply to their messages or make a phone call if they saw the message.

Wu You sighed and then exited the information interface.

Then, Wu You's finger paused on the Feixun software icon, which already showed 99+ unread messages, before clicking it anyway.

The icon jumped, the interface expanded, and a long list of chats appeared from top to bottom, but at the very front, at the very top, with the number of unread messages marked in bold, were only a few familiar names.

Wu Ma has the most messages; she alone has over 99 messages.

She has been posting since the beginning of June.

My initial message was also an attempt to contact him and get him to reply.

Later on, it seems that Wu You's "death" has been confirmed.

The content of the messages has changed from communication to daily sharing.

Those were pictures.

From simple breakfasts to lunch and dinner.

Wu You saw scrambled eggs with scallions and hot and sour shredded potatoes among them.

These two dishes are served almost every day. Sometimes they are on the left, sometimes on the right, and sometimes they are half-covered by other dishes, but they are never absent.

These were Wu You's two favorite dishes.

In addition, each picture was followed by a text message from Wu Ma. They weren't long articles, just some very ordinary things that Wu You used to hear often.

Aunt Wu: Pictures (breakfast)

Aunt Wu: Xiaoyou, remember to eat breakfast on time.

Wu Ma: Photo (Lunch)

Aunt Wu: Today we have Xiaoyou's favorite scrambled eggs with scallions and hot and sour shredded potatoes.

Aunt Wu: Photo (Dinner)

Aunt Wu: Xiaoyou, remember to come home early for dinner after school.

The tone of his voice was exactly the same as when he was still at home, without any change.

Wu Ma kept sending messages to Wu You day after day, just like before, as if Wu You were still at home.

From the beginning of June until now, not a single day has been missed.

However, none of her messages received a response; she was left to perform a one-woman show.

Wu You kept scrolling down, his fingers moving quickly across the screen as the pictures and text rushed past his field of vision.

He even saw Hua Linlin in the pictures posted by Wu Ma.

She still had long hair then, and she sat next to Aunt Wu, eating dinner together.

The following information is:

Aunt Wu: Xiaoyou, your classmate Linlin is here again and even had dinner at our house.

Aunt Wu: She also said she would come to see us often in the future. What a good child!

Aunt Wu: If...

Seeing this, Wu You sighed again.

If only he were still here, wouldn't you say?

Next, Wu You opened Wu's father's message.

There was very little news from Mr. Wu; apart from a message he sent in early June, there was only one other message.

Dad Wu: "Xiaoyou, Dad misses you so much."

Wu You stared at the message in silence for a moment.

Then, without saying a word, he opened Wu Jing's chat window.

Regarding Wu Jing, the first thing Wu You noticed was her profile picture.

Wu Jing's profile picture originally read "Study hard and make progress every day".

Now, it has become a slightly unconventional profile picture.

The image above shows a girl with long, straight black hair, her head down, her bangs covering most of her face, making it impossible to see her expression, giving off a deliberate sense of aloofness.

And there is very little news about her, only a handful of updates.

June 3rd.

Wu Jing: "Wu You, where are you?"

Wu Jing: "When can I go home?"

Then a few days later.

Wu Jing: "Wu You! Please reply to this message!"

With one more exclamation mark, a few more days have passed.

Wu Jing: "I know you're still alive, right?"

Wu Jing: "When can you come home? Your parents miss you very much."

At last.

Wu Jing: "It was my fault before. I shouldn't have said those things to you."

Wu Jing: "I'm sorry, brother."

Seeing this, Wu You couldn't help but shake his head.

What an unreliable child! He clearly cares about his older brother, but he doesn't express it at all.

Only after he "died" did she dare to cautiously probe and carefully reveal some of her true feelings.

But those genuine feelings could only be conveyed through a screen, in the name of Mr. and Mrs. Wu, hidden behind a simple "I'm sorry".

Wu You put down her phone and took a deep breath.

He closed his silvery-white eyes and slightly raised his head.

Wu Ma's messages never stopped, those pictures, those words.

Wu's father's simple yet weighty words.

Wu Jing's cautious probing and expression.

All the longing and waiting converged into a silent river, overflowing from that old cell phone, flowing along his fingertips, arms, and chest, and into his heart.

The subtle and dense feelings of longing seeped into Wu You's heart, bit by bit.

Fortunately, longing is silent, otherwise it would be deafening.

He gripped his phone tighter, then opened his eyes. The starlight in his silver eyes seemed to slow down, as if something was moving among the stars, slowing their movement.

Without further hesitation, Wu You reached into his trench coat pocket and touched the small bottle containing a pale green liquid.