I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 251 - 249 Memory

Chapter 251: Chapter 249 Memory

Wei Tianyang returned to the trailer room, where Chiharu was wearing a telepathic-blocking mask, gripping Fujiwara Makoto tightly.

Both turned their heads at the sound of the door opening and, noticing his slightly disheveled appearance, guessed what had happened.

Although the wounds had already healed, his hem and trousers were soaked in blood; it was clear he had just been in a fight.

"Zoe... Zoe has been killed... I can’t forgive you... First it was Xi, and then Zoe... damn it!"

Half of Chiharu’s face was covered by the mask, but the sadness and anger in her eyes were clearly visible.

Wei Tianyang said nothing; he only felt as though he could easily enter the woman’s brain.

He could see a thin, white thread trailing from the top of Chiharu’s head, like a loose end.

His eyes faintly glowed red as he reached out mentally to grasp the thread, and the next second, he felt himself sucked into a vortex of darkness, his psyche swimming in the vast sea of memories.

Fragments of Chiharu’s memories from birth onwards floated chaotically in this dark memory sea, swirling around Wei Tianyang.

He saw that these memories were presented in first-person perspective, each accompanied by an incessant stream of unclear chatter.

Wei Tianyang realized this was the result of his enhanced abilities; even Zoe would likely be unable to probe into someone’s memories like this.

And human memory is selective, also known as short-term memory. Not all of a person’s 24-hour daily experiences are stored in the mind; the brain selectively forgets many things deemed insignificant to lessen its load.

Wei Tianyang attempted to peer into Chiharu’s childhood memories; he entered a sunny afternoon at an amusement park, with Churi Country’s songs playing in the background. He couldn’t make out any of the lyrics but had a sense that they were popular songs of Churi Country at the time.

Chiharu that day, a mere five years old, was in fuzzy clothing, and the surrounding tourists lacked faces, their ages and genders indiscernible. They became a blur of colors crowding the entire theme park path.

But the two individuals accompanying Chiharu were vividly clear.

The woman holding Chiharu’s left hand was in her early thirties, a beautiful and gentle lady wearing a white kimono, her face adorned with a radiant smile, her black hair cascading over her shoulders.

The man on Chiharu’s right, well into his forties, wore a men’s kimono, but its color was blurred into a mess. He was relatively short, even shorter than the woman, yet his countenance was kind, exuding a sense of authority, giving off the impression of a successful businessman.

This was a scene from Chiharu’s childhood trips with her parents.

Wei Tianyang detached himself from Chiharu’s perspective, materializing as a black figure, surveying everything within this memory fragment.

Aside from the path Chiharu was on and the visible grand Ferris wheel, everything else was incredibly blurry, and behind Chiharu’s family was complete darkness.

This memory was not deemed important in her mind.

Wei Tianyang leaped out of this memory, swimming through the sea of memories, when another interesting scene caught his eye.

The scene was filled with the face of a handsome boy, eyes closed, appearing to be just over sixteen, with a fashionable haircut.

As Wei Tianyang dove into this memory, he felt as though he was being cornered against a wall, a shadow passing overhead, obscuring his vision, and in the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the consistent sunshine.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the boy with his eyes closed, pressing his face up against his own at zero distance. Not only that, Wei Tianyang could also feel his left hand flat against the cold wall, and his right hand was grasped at the wrist, pushed up against the wall.

Wei Tianyang immediately backed away and stood aside, only to see sixteen-year-old Chiharu with disheveled clothes and hair, a blush on her cheeks, eyes slightly squinting, saliva flowing down from the corner of her mouth, hanging from her chin, and her high school sailor uniform was pulled open, exposing most of her, with her right shoulder revealed, and there, on her neck, was a bite mark.

Was it the first taste of forbidden fruit during student days?

Wei Tianyang surveyed the surroundings. This place looked like a storage room used for storing sports equipment. The sunshine outside the window was dazzling, but no details could be seen, with basketballs and footballs all a blur of orange and white.

At this moment, the only person in Chiharu’s eyes was this boy.

Useless memories.

Wei Tianyang left there, once again roaming the sea of memories.

This time, he found himself in a memory when Chiharu was 29 years old. Since this piece of memory wasn’t very old, it wasn’t just an image, it was a segment of video lasting several dozen seconds, accompanied by sound.

Chiharu, wearing a white lab coat, stood in a laboratory alongside another white-haired old man, staring at a large chunk of black flesh in the glass cabinet.

Playing the role of Chiharu, Wei Tianyang was surprised to find a miniature handgun hidden in the pocket of his lab coat.

"Xiuming-senpai? You mean..." Chiharu said.

"The deceased can’t be considered ’reincarnated’, Chiharu, we’ve failed again," the old man called Xiuming said.

"But we did detect electrical signals, signals that are identical to those in the brain, carrying information," Chiharu argued.

"That’s not it, Chiharu. That’s not truly living. In Churi Country, we have legends of eight million deities, one of which is called the Earth-bound Spirit... They harbor grievances from their lifetime, and after death, they are trapped at the place of their death, never able to leave... and forever sinking into the obsessions of their unfinished businesses, trapped in their lingering attachments. Chiharu, is that living...? No, they’ve merely become embodiments of thoughts," explained Xiuming.

"But... they still exist, they’re still there," Chiharu said with a smile.

She looked at Xiuming, whose face revealed a trace of surprise and a hint of fear.

"Chiharu..." Xiuming uttered with some concern.

"Forever unable to leave the place of death, but there’s no need to leave, right? To die at home and now to return home, what’s wrong with that?" Chiharu said with a gentle smile.

"Chiharu! That’s not the point... Everything has a beginning and an end, life is born and it dies, our experiment cannot bring the deceased back to life, but instead wakes those who have rested and imprisoned them in agony..." Xiuming stated.

"But... I can see my mother again... isn’t that right? She can always be with me, never leaving... isn’t that wonderful? The loved ones of those who have passed away must think the same, right?!" Chiharu said with a smile.

"Chiharu! This is a desecration of life!" Xiuming shouted angrily.

"Senpai... the experiment has been completed. From now on, please stay by my side in silence, just like during our student days..." Chiharu said.

She pulled the gun out of her pocket and pointed it at Xiuming’s forehead.

"Chiharu!!!!"

Bang!!