novelsite Chapter 45 What are you doing at my doorstep?
Chapter 45 What are you doing at my doorstep?
If they were part of the main characters, they might now be questioning their own origins and why their parents hid it from them.
However, Jiang Xingni was different; she had infiltrated the main characters' group. Under these circumstances, the little girl's first reaction was not to feel betrayed by her parents, but rather to seriously consider what had happened when she was young that revealed something that she hadn't noticed.
First, there's the method she's discovered now—a method Jiang Xingni's mother had once told her, but Jiang Xingni had always just taken it as a joke her mother used to coax a child…
However, if it really was just a joke, Jiang Xingni wouldn't have remembered it for so long. Or perhaps her mother made her think that this method was just a joke?
So why tell her? Why tell Jiang Xingni, who is just an ordinary person in the eyes of those with superpowers?
"Her mother," Jiang Xingni suddenly thought.
Did they foresee their own deaths? Had they prepared themselves mentally for their demise? Jiang Xingni didn't know.
If they were prepared in advance, does that mean their deaths were not as ordinary as Jiang Xingni knew?
Is it related to unusual events, strange phenomena, and eerie objects?
Are there any unusual events occurring in the Ash Zone?
Various thoughts flashed through Jiang Xingni's mind, but in reality, only a few seconds passed.
Just enough for the light spot in front of him to spread out in an instant, filling Jiang Xingni's entire field of vision. The white light spot occupied the entire scene, and even the golden light spot carried by Jiang Xingni's own superpower disappeared without a trace in that instant.
When Jiang Xing blinked, she calmly shook her head, and the somewhat blurry scene before her eyes became three-dimensional again, as if the shattered world had been restored, and everything that had been mixed together like a kaleidoscope became clear again at this moment.
Jiang Xingni saw a slightly old apartment building. The blue glass reflected light into Jiang Xingni's eyes, and the security bars on the windows were rusty.
This is not Jiang Xingni's memory, nor is it a fabrication created by the wordless book. Jiang Xingni can see through falsehoods directly; only the truth, even the truth within his memory, can be displayed before his eyes.
So the question is, whose memory is this?
Jiang Xingni fell into deep thought.
In any case, it was definitely not his own memory. Jiang Xingni was absolutely certain of this, since the Lower City would never be this peaceful and tranquil.
The air in the downtown area smelled of industrial wastewater; the windows weren't blue, and the residential buildings weren't this quiet.
The outer walls of the ground floor were blackened by blood that had never dried over the years, and no one cleaned them, nor did they need to.
The small building in front of us is only five stories high and looks very old. There are flowers on the balcony that no one knows who is growing them, and vegetables in flower pots on the other side.
The clothes hanging outside the window swayed gently in the wind, and the smell of laundry detergent filled the air—but Jiang Xingni didn't realize that even at such a distance, she could still smell the laundry.
Moreover, Jiang Xingni keenly glanced at the surrounding environment.
The view beyond is not clear, but even the scenery we see right now is enough to make a judgment.
Autumn, but not the desolate late autumn that Jiang Xingni remembers.
Jiang Xingni grew up in Tuhe, a city in the north.
Snow can be seen every year, but it is rare to see greenery along the streets in late autumn.
"Among the main characters, who grew up in the South?" Jiang Xing asked the system in his mind.
She didn't expect to get an answer to the question; she just asked it subconsciously.
The system, of course, habitually gave Jiang Xingni a reply that was not surprising at all.
[Since this involves key figures, the system cannot provide a definitive answer.]
Jiang Xingni rolled her eyes calmly, at least confirming that this was the memory of one of the main characters.
She recalled the accents of the group she remembered—none of them spoke the soft, gentle Wu dialect. Of course, it's possible that everyone in the main group spoke excellent Mandarin.
However, Jiang Xingni still silently increased the possibility that it was Song Juexiao.
Of all the people, only Song Juexiao had never spoken to Jiang Xingni, so it wasn't surprising that Jiang Xingni suspected it was Song Juexiao's memory.
Whoever it is, you'll find out once you get inside the building.
The apartment building's main entrance was ajar. The young girl lowered her eyes and calmly walked into the building.
Once inside the building, the outward appearance of authenticity takes on a slightly deceptive quality.
The originally white walls have taken on a dark gray hue due to years of accumulated dust; of course, it's also possible that I am in someone else's memory.
Jiang Xingni thought to himself, isn't it normal for memories to be tinged with darkness?
The low-rise apartment buildings do not have elevators; in fact, as the buildings get taller, more and more details emerge.
On the second floor, all she could see were the Spring Festival couplets pasted on the door. But on the fifth floor, she could clearly see children's doodles on the white walls, and markings along the door with children's crooked handwriting that read, "I'm about to grow taller."
Jiang Xingni was stunned when she saw the handwriting. She hadn't spent enough time with the main characters to be able to tell whose handwriting it was just from their childhood.
The door was ajar, and Jiang Xingni could hear arguing coming from inside as he moved a little closer.
"You can't give this to the child, why don't you listen?"
"I'm his grandmother, would I possibly harm him?"
Two female voices, one younger and one older.
It wasn't a happy childhood—maybe?
Jiang Xingni didn't make a sound, but tried to peek through the crack in the door, hoping to get more information.
Then she met a pair of eyes, quiet and green.
He Jingtong? Song Juexiao? Only their eyes were green, Jiang Xingni thought for a moment.
The little girl took a step back to let the child inside come out.
It was Song Juexiao.
Her face already bore some resemblance to her future appearance; her red curly hair curled up on her shoulders as she looked up at Jiang Xingni.
Jiang Xingni waited for her to speak her first words—if she could recognize him, then she would still have memories; if she couldn't recognize him… things would be even more troublesome.
The girl, who looked about six or seven years old, blinked her green eyes. Her eyes were a lighter color now than they would later appear, and she asked with some confusion, "Who are you?"
Why are you at my door?
Okay, no memory.
Jiang Xingni was starting to get a headache; she really wasn't good at dealing with children!