Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

Seven days later——

The dignitaries who were singing and dancing at the banquet suddenly disappeared and were moved to the streets several kilometers away, leaving everyone stunned.

At the banquet, Irene was the only one left sitting at the table, shaking the wine glass with her fingers. The red wine inside was as bright and pungent as blood.

"You are here, and your appearance is still as simple as before."

Li Mo walked in front of Irene and his black pupils shrank.

Irene had no intention of hiding her lips, but instead took the initiative to press them against his. Her lips were bright red and plump, emitting an alluring luster. When they were gently pursed, they seemed to contain a thousand words, like a touch of spring that was accidentally revealed, attracting endless reverie.

"Mr. Detective, you're so impatient. You want to see everything about me right away. Didn't we agree? Next time we meet, I'll tell you everything about me."

Irene's hand slid down restlessly, and was grabbed by Li Mo when it was about to touch the mountain.

Li Mo glanced sideways and just saw Irene's lips meeting his.

Under the light, the bright red color appears more vivid, like a carefully crafted work of art, with natural softness, elegance and sexiness.

Just kissed Li Mo's terrifying and mysterious eyeballs.

"I'm looking for you right now."

"Yes~ It's me you're looking for, Mr. Detective."

Irene took two steps back and gently stroked Li Mo's cheek with both hands. "You seem to have lost a lot of weight."

"Just tell me everything about you without wasting any more words."

"You just thrust in full force, teasing me right away... Detective, didn't anyone tell you that you need to do proper foreplay when doing that kind of thing with a girl? Otherwise, both of you will be very disappointed, you know?"

Irene bowed slightly, made a gentle bow, and invited Li Mo to dance.

"So... could you please dance with me?"

Li Mo hesitated for a while, then stretched out his hand and gently placed it on her palm. Irene closed her fingers without hesitation, and their hands were immediately intertwined.

Following the rhythm of the music, I began to spin and stroll in the empty banquet hall.

Irene's figure was light and graceful, like a dancing butterfly. Li Mo was led along the way, following Irene's steps.

Her extremely fast reaction speed could barely keep up with Irene's pace, but she still stepped on Irene in her crystal high heels several times.

"[Path to the Underworld]: I can collect scattered souls and use them to create manipulable derivatives. However, as time goes by, my own laws will be further improved. You know, Mr. Detective, I am just a weak and defenseless woman. I need more ways to protect myself. This is what you told me."

"[Tonight or Not]: At night, I can ignore the pattern of people having lower levels of completeness than me. Opening the door that day was a breeze. I still remember your surprised expression clearly~"

"[Underworld Fire and Soul Mist]: The Underworld Fire is the origin of the strange pistol on your waist. I was the one who made this pistol and sent it to you."

"[Water in Shadow]: I can travel to any spacetime with coordinates. I was able to find you thanks to this~"

"[Glass Night]..."

While dancing, it talks about its own laws and abilities.

Predict, suppress, assimilate, control...

Irene possesses countless strange and varied abilities.

Li Mo asked, "Why do you have so many strange abilities? Have you been hunting strange things?"

"Mmm~ Kiss me and tell me."

"No."

Li Mo refused decisively.

Hearing this, Irene let go of Li Mo's hand, slowly retreated, turned sideways and lowered her head, deliberately exposing the ravine on her chest to Li Mo, but quickly covered her fullness with her arms.

Then, with a shy look on her face, she said to Li Mo, "Mr. Detective is so heartless... You forget the old one when you have a new one! It's been a long time since we've been together, and when we finally met, I made a small request, but it was ruthlessly rejected. As expected... Have old women like me become the tears of the times?"

After saying these words tinged with resentment and self-mockery, the previous cunning and playfulness on Irene's face gradually faded, replaced by a kind of loss and sadness that was difficult to conceal.

He sighed softly, the sound was subtle but full of helplessness, and even a layer of mist covered his brows and eyelashes.

"..."

This woman actually used her strange abilities to do something like this...

Li Mo remained silent and shifted his gaze away from the looming mountains.

"what do you want."

"I want you to look at me. If you can keep looking at me, I will tell you how to save that person."

"?!"

Li Mo turned around abruptly and stared at Irene intently, "Really?"

Irene looked sad. "See, Mr. Detective, you really don't take me seriously. You only look at me when I mention other women. There's nothing I can do. At this time, I can only..."

Irene stopped talking and leaned forward.

Li Mo swallowed, feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Irene clutched the hem of her skirt tightly at her calves with both hands and shouted, "Only in front of Mr. Detective! Slowly lift up your skirt!"

Chapter 14: Crossing the Ocean of Death and Reaching the Shore of Rebirth

The next second, the gorgeous skirt was actually lifted up little by little, passing over the knees, revealing the white thighs tightly bound by the blue-purple ribbon, leaving a mark on the flesh above, and finally -

Purple floral lace camisole.

Erin: "..."

Li Mo: “…”

Irene: “Are you really watching?”

Li Mo: "Didn't you say that as long as I keep watching, you'll tell me how to save Mei? I can still distinguish between big and small things, and I will never let you down at the critical moment. I believe you are not the kind of person who goes back on your word."

Irene: "Really? You really think so?"

Li Mo: "Yeah."

Erin: "..."

Li Mo: “…”

Irene: "You've already seen it, how about... touch it?"

Li Mo: "...business is more important."

Irene: "Hmph! You fake Chinese!"

Li Mo: "...Everyone knows my identity now? No, what does that have to do with my background?"

Irene: "Isn't there an old saying in China?"

Li Mo: "What ancient saying?"

Irene: “Since I’m here…”

Li Mo: "That makes sense. Will you tell me after you touch me?"

Irene: “Of course!”

Li Mo took a deep breath and looked at Irene, who was acting righteously.

Take two deep breaths, three deep breaths...

Well, I can't breathe any deeper.

"I hope you won't regret it."

Li Mo strode forward, his eyes never leaving Irene's "territory" and placed his hand inside...

Irene: "Hmm! Detective, Mr. Detective..."

Li Mo: "What do you want me to do?"

Irene: "Why are you so skilled?"

Li Mo: "Practice... makes perfect, right?"

Erin: "..."

The two fell into silent silence, and the door was suddenly pushed open. A group of people looked at Li Mo and Irene's ambiguous behavior at the banquet. Just as they were about to complain, Li Mo froze time with a glance, and then transferred time and space to send them out.

Irene showed a subtle expression that was just right.

Li Mo felt a little guilty and wanted to look away, but the previous agreement was still there, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble and waste time, so his eyes were still fixed on Irene.

"Okay, now you can tell me. What can I do to save her?"

Li Mo withdrew his hand and put it behind his back.

I rubbed my fingers against each other several times, and they felt sticky and uncomfortable.

Irene suppressed the blush on her face, trying to calm the waves in her heart and regain her composure.

The frivolous tone turned serious.

"How does Mr. Detective view the source of the strangeness? You have the aura of the source. I believe that after that person sacrificed himself, you must have understood the source of the strangeness."

Li Mo didn't pause and replied directly: "One is unfortunate, the other is lucky."

Weirdness brings despair, but also vitality.

Rebirth from destruction is like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

He grants every broken world the chance to survive, but inevitably brings death and terror.

A painful existence or a short death.

No one can conclude which one is correct.

Li Mo could not judge whether His existence was correct from a single perspective.

Even if we evaluate Him, it is meaningless because He is not a being that humans can imagine or criticize.

After a while, Li Mo raised his own question: "Why do you know this?"

In response to Li Mo's question, Irene calmly adjusted the hem of her skirt and combed it neatly with her hands.

"My mark is on the penultimate page of the notebook. If you open it now, you might even smell it..."

Irene suddenly pressed herself against Li Mo. Her delicate skin was smooth and flawless, and an alluring fragrance gradually emanated from her half-revealed dress, like the rosy forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

Softness touched Li Mo's chest, and warm breath was breathed into Li Mo's ear.

“This taste~~”

Li Mo took a step back without changing his expression, and said seriously, "I understand. You can communicate with the notebook, no wonder you know so many secrets. Let's put this issue aside for now and get back to business."

Irene smiled sweetly, closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her chest rising and falling slightly before she slowly opened her gorgeous wine-red eyes.

"I believe you have tried to return to the past through various strange abilities, but all ended in failure."

"Because the past has been cut off, even if I now gain the ability to retrace time and space, I can't go back. No one can reach the void. It is an existence that has never existed. As far as human existence is concerned, it can never be touched..."

"However, just because humans can't reach it doesn't mean it's unreachable."

As the words slowly fell, Irene showed a meaningful look.

Just because something is out of reach for humans doesn’t mean it’s unreachable.

Li Mo pondered the meaning of this sentence. Strictly speaking, he is not a human being now. As a weird being, he cannot go back to the past. So how can he reach nothingness?

Seeing Li Mo lost in thought, Irene didn't keep him in suspense any longer. She took out a rosemary flower and put it to her lips and blew gently.

Suddenly, faint blue light spots floated to all parts of the banquet like dandelions, and the magnificent and luxurious palace suddenly became dilapidated and desolate.

"Memory is the flower language of rosemary." Irene sighed softly.

"At the entrance of the broadcasting room at St. Freya's College." Li Mo recognized where he was.

His powerful memory enables him to never forget anything he experienced in the past, every person he met, and every detail he saw.

Li Mo placed his hand on the door of the broadcasting room and quickly erased the pattern of the door opening and breaking off the head.

In fact, it is not erased, but transferred to oneself.

"Squeak..." A friction sound was heard and the door was opened. The small broadcasting room was crowded with students. They had messy hair, were skinny, and their tender faces were haggard and their eyes were dull.

The lights on the roof flickered dimly.