Chapter 102: Devoted Cat and Wandering Corpse
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An Bu bought several sets of clothes, a laptop, a phone, and essential daily necessities from the mall. She then booked a hotel room, took a hot bath, and ordered a delicious meal. As she guessed, her sense of touch and taste had indeed improved. At least she could feel the water temperature and distinguish between salty and sweet.
After satisfying her hunger and thirst, An Bu’s dehydrated skin showed a bit of luster, but she still looked somewhat frail.
She packed her bag and left the hotel, found a hair salon, and had her messy long hair trimmed into a medium-length curl, soft and fluffy, sweet and sexy.
An Bu planned to change her identity in a few days, obtain an M-country citizenship, and settle in a city in M-country after ten years.
Walking alone in the night market, An Bu carefully organized her memories. She found that she mainly lacked memories from the past two or three years, only remembering sporadic fragments. Such memory loss happened from time to time, and sometimes she didn’t even know what she had forgotten, only able to check her diary. If it wasn’t recorded in the diary, those memories would be permanently lost.
Bubu…
An Bu returned to the hotel, ready to take the elevator when a faint call reached her ears.
She turned back, the spacious lobby filled with unfamiliar faces, and no one recognized her.
Withdrawn her gaze, An Bu entered the elevator. For some reason, she felt a bit empty in her heart.
In the instant the elevator doors closed, a tall figure entered the hotel lobby, completed the check-in procedure, and returned to the room.
Back in the room, An Bu took out the newly bought notebook, connected to the internet, opened the online safe, an annual usage fee of 40,000, mainly used to protect user information and important data. An Bu stored her diaries, photos, memory cards, bank details, and existing assets in it, setting a double password that even ordinary hackers couldn’t crack and decipher.
An Bu’s first password was her date of death, and the second password was the initials of her parents and two sisters’ names. Regardless of how many times she lost her memory, she wouldn’t forget these two passwords.
Opening the safe, folders appeared in front of her, mainly divided into three categories: [Memory Bank], [Asset Details], and [Identity History].
An Bu’s latest identity, used her real name, so she checked the basic information of “An Bu.” In the [Identity History], this identity was created in the year 2174, residing in Apartment 402, Mingxiang District, Phoenix City, Z Country, currently 26 years old, working as a foreign language translator.
This identity had been used for a little over three years, and detailed life experiences needed to be checked in her diary.
As for the identity of Gu An, it was now in a semi-hidden state, and not many people knew her anymore. She held 20% of the newly started shares, worth over a hundred billion in the market, making her a very wealthy “middle-aged” woman. The Mingxiang District apartment where “An Bu” lived was also her asset.
An Bu originally planned to change to a new identity, but seeing this information made her consider whether to continue using the “An Bu” identity. At least, she needed to go back once and retrieve her diary. This time she came to M-country, she used the passport of “An Bu.”
“… Last night, around 8 o’clock, a major arson occurred in the Starry Sky Restaurant at Star-picking Tower. The culprit destroyed firefighting facilities and the automatic fire extinguishing system. At that time, 28 customers who were dining in the restaurant were locked inside, unable to escape, resulting in 25 deaths and 3 lucky survivors…”
While contemplating, the TV started to replay a fire that happened two days ago. Hearing the number “25,” An Bu immediately confirmed that this arson was the reason she was sent to the morgue. When she saw the death registration in the hospital, the exact number was 25, including herself. Presumably, Jian Ningxuan, the great god, was one of the three survivors of this arson case.
Did she know this person before, or did she just happen to save him?
An Bu’s gaze inadvertently fell on the sapphire ring on her finger. She remembered that she never wore rings, and with “An Bu’s” financial status, she definitely couldn’t afford such an expensive ring. So, it could only be a gift from someone else. The question was, who would give her a ring? If it were an ordinary ring, it could be considered a fashionable accessory, but a nearly ten-million-dollar antique ring obviously couldn’t be just a casual gift. She wouldn’t easily accept such a valuable present.
Could it be an engagement ring?
An Bu immediately denied this speculation. She didn’t think she would accept someone’s proposal. As an old corpse that couldn’t die, she couldn’t possibly spend a lifetime with someone who had only a few decades of life left.
So where did this ring come from? Perhaps it was an heirloom left to her by a friend who passed away? There was a spirit artificially nurtured on the ring, indicating a close relationship between the original owner of the ring and her.
Ring Spirit: Absolutely not!
An Bu stopped thinking about it. She planned to take off the ring, but just as she started, a few strands of black smoke emerged from the ring, slowly wrapping around her finger, radiating a sense of pleading and attachment.
Ring Spirit: Keep wearing me. I promise not to cause trouble, and your home’s one is currently “tormenting” my home’s one. I need to absorb more Yin energy to help it.
“Well, since it doesn’t affect anything, I’ll continue wearing it.” An Bu put the ring back on.
The hospital had lost a corpse, so an investigation was naturally underway. However, the surveillance videos couldn’t be recovered, and the unidentified body, with no one claiming it, ended up unresolved after some commotion.
Shortly after An Bu’s disappearance, Jian Ningxuan left the hospital. Later, he checked into the Crystal City Grand Hotel, coincidentally the same hotel where An Bu stayed. One on the 708th floor, the other on the 809th floor, both facing the same direction, one above the other. Lights were on in the windows, and the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, leaned against the bed with their notebooks browsing the web.
Ten minutes later, Jian Ningxuan still maintained his original posture. An Bu put down her notebook and started doing yoga. Foreign songs played in the room, and she sang along.
Ten minutes later, Jian Ningxuan still maintained his original posture. An Bu opened a knowledge quiz app, answering questions while carving.
Ten minutes later, Jian Ningxuan still maintained his original posture. An Bu finished 40 questions, ate two fruits, then threw off her bathrobe and rushed into the bathroom.
After 12 o’clock, the fragrant old corpse came out of the bathroom, fell onto the bed, and did sit-ups.
Jian Ningxuan rubbed his forehead, closed the computer, got up, went into the bathroom, washed up, returned to bed, turned off the lights, and prepared to sleep. However, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
After a while, Jian Ningxuan sat up from the bed, silently leaning against the bed, looking at the night scene outside the window.
An Bu turned around, jumped off the bed, raised her left leg, pressed it against the French window, holding a travel brochure given by the hotel. She memorized the contents silently while observing the number of people entering the opposite game center.
“Bu Bu…” Jian Ningxuan murmured softly, completely unaware that the person he missed so much was happily frolicking downstairs.
An Bu held up the travel brochure and shouted, “I’ve decided! Tomorrow, I’m going to surf at Sunshine Coast and get a spa in the City of Beauty!”
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