Chapter 174 Surprise after purification

The Moon Clock Tower in the city center rang the 8 p.m. bell. The deafening sound waves spread to Walker Street with a certain intensity, so that the people were deeply disturbed.

Chen Yan can't hear those bells today.

The world in front of him began to ripple, and his vision became blurry. There was an electric sound in his ears that was obviously different from the sound of murmuring. Those dull and harsh sounds of "buzzing" sounded like someone around him was using a gun.

A small dull saw was cutting wood.

Chen Yan didn't know that he had started to have a fever. His body temperature easily exceeded 40 degrees. If the temperature continued to rise, his brain was in danger of burning into a ball of paste.

Fortunately, he persisted.

I am Chen Yan... He recited these words silently, recalling his past memories.

Those memories are proof that he once existed in this world, and they are also the most favorable evidence for him to distinguish himself from others.

But until now, those memories are so vague that I can't recall the complete fragments.

Chen Yan didn't know why.

He could only recall some scenes:

It's still on the huge ferry like a mountain, with the sun hanging high and the sails full;

He stood on the side of the ship, surrounded by playful passengers. Most of them were well-dressed, and there were not many poor people like him;

He saw an old man with a white beard standing next to him, as if chatting with him;

The strange thing is that there is a dying white cat in the arms of the old man with white beard. The white cat is hiding in the old man's arms, with its head drooping down, as if it had just been born, is extremely weak, and is about to die at any time;

The old man with the white beard was holding the white cat, as if he was saying something to him...

Chen Yan didn't understand why he recalled this.

This was obviously a memory he had almost forgotten.

He originally didn't want to recall everything on the ferry, because his subconscious kept telling him that what happened on the way to the empire was not good.

But he still remembered it - in order to fight against the parasitism of Vidya Gandhi's memory fragments on the leather shoes, he must remember his identity and clarify his [self] -

He must know who he is, where he comes from, and where he is going.

During the entire process of reminiscing, he realized that his will was not as fragile as Nuomi Guo had guessed.

He vaguely realized that his will seemed to have been tempered. It was not an ordinary exercise method, but how and when it was exercised. These things have gradually faded away with the burning soul, and it is still unknown.

Already.

The leather shoes fused to the soles of his feet bit by bit, until the 9 o'clock bell from the Moon Clock Tower in the city center came into the apartment at No. 33 Walker Street, Chen Yan still maintained the last bit of consciousness.

At 9:01, the leather shoes completely fused to the soles of his feet.

Chen Yan still maintained his will - in this difficult tug-of-war, the leather shoes consumed the last strength, but still did not win.

It has no more power.

The parasitism of leather shoes failed.

The next moment the parasitism failed, the last bit of personal consciousness belonging to Vidya Gandhi disappeared without a trace on the leather shoes——

This fragment of world memory was finally purified and turned into something purer - turned into the "surprise" in Nuomi Guo's mouth.

Everything is far from over.

As Chen Yan became more and more alert, some vague sounds came from his ears. The sounds were mixed with the sound of electricity and could not be heard clearly.

The only thing Chen Yan could be sure of was that the sound seemed to come from the other end of a certain empty [passage], and that passage was right under his feet—in his leather shoes—in the purified world of Vidya Gandhi

In memory fragments.

Chen Yan vaguely felt that this might be the [surprise] Nuomiguo said.

He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help his curiosity and "walked" towards the other end of the [passage].

His consciousness "wandered" in the [channel]. The sound of electricity in his ears became weaker and weaker, and the noise became stronger and stronger. Until a moment later, a dim light flashed in front of his eyes, and the noise suddenly disappeared.

A new scene appeared before him:

It was a rather luxurious office. Although it was only about 20 square meters, it had a ceiling over three meters high and a chandelier with seemingly countless light bulbs at a glance.

The chandelier was not lit, but there was still some dim light in the office - that light came from a thick white carved candle of more than twenty centimeters lit on the huge desk.

Suddenly, the field of vision changed involuntarily.

The field of vision slowly shifted to the right, and Chen Yan saw a floor-to-ceiling mirror and "himself" in the mirror.

In the mirror is a lady with thick black eyebrows and black hair.

She is probably in her twenties, has a pretty face, and even if she is wearing a uniform that is not tight, she still has a hot figure.

Her skin is very dark, but not black.

The eye sockets are sunken, but not weak.

The nose bridge is high, even more exaggerated than some of the high-nosed Ruk people in the empire.

The most important thing is her lips——

The moment he saw her lips, Chen Yan immediately thought that her lips were exactly the same as the pink lips on the leather shoes!

That extremely fresh pink color is so recognizable.

After seeing those lips, her name came to mind.

Vidya Gandhi.

That damn Dean of Studies at Walker Street Parochial School!

In the blink of an eye, the field of vision in front of me changed again.

Vidya Gandhi came to the desk and opened the drawer. Chen Yan clearly saw a stack of neatly arranged papers.

On the header of those papers was written a line of imperial Chinese calligraphy:

[Walker Street Mission School Admission Approval Form]

Vidya Gandhi began to look through these approval forms. In the process, Chen Yan discovered that in the column [whether approved or not] on the approval forms, almost all Asian children were marked with an

Children with Rook names are basically O, which means passing.

This means that glutinous rice fruit is dangerous...

After rummaging for a while, Vidya Gandhi pulled out a list of children named [Kiran Khan], took out a "pen" slightly thicker than a pen from her pocket, and used a pen about one centimeter long.

"Pen" crossed the X at [Whether it passed the approval].

The paper at X became wet, so she opened her mouth and blew on the wet paper gently.

When the paper dries, the X's made by the pen disappeared.

Chen Yan heard her chuckle proudly.

Then, she took out another pen - this was a rather luxurious pen, worth a lot of money in Chen Yan's impression.

She used this pen to carefully type an O where the X disappeared - this O turned out to be almost exactly the same as the O on other papers!

Isn’t this just self-stealing?

After she finished all this, she seemed exhausted. She stood up, patted her waist, put back Kiran Khan's admission approval form, then pushed the drawer and prepared to leave.

Before I even took a step, the chandelier in the office came on.
Chapter completed!