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Perhaps it was after venting about the Ghost Messenger with Shui Su during the day that Song Bunan exited the chat interface, intending to play a game before sleep. Suddenly, he felt a flash before his eyes and lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a familiar black-and-white blurry world, standing before a cloaked figure shrouded in mist.
He turned to look at his sleeping brother and pouted, muttering that this sudden visit surely wasn’t to settle his debts. The Ghost Messenger ignored him, simply standing there, staring with an intense gaze that he couldn’t see but could feel.
This kind of situation had only occurred when he was very young. Back then, he didn’t understand what the Ghost Messenger was; he only knew that in his dreams, other beings that didn’t quite resemble humans would come to play, but they preferred to stand silently rather than engage in conversation.
“Don’t just stand there without saying anything; it’s kind of awkward,” he said, scratching his head in dissatisfaction and glancing around to ease the tension. It wasn’t until his brother turned over that the Ghost Messenger suddenly moved closer, bending slightly to look at him with a face hidden in darkness beneath the cloak, completely unconcerned about startling him.
“Shui Su has already told you.” It was a statement. Song Bunan nodded in agreement, acknowledging that Shui Su had shared their plans with him and instructed him not to interfere further since they had their own arrangements.
Upon hearing this, the Ghost Messenger stepped back to its original position and said, “That person must go. You wait.” Song Bunan knew exactly who “that person” referred to and replied that he understood but still added a worried question about whether anything might go wrong.
“It won’t; there are arrangements.” With that, the Ghost Messenger vanished abruptly, and the sensation of weightlessness caused him to crash back onto his pillow, waking up amidst a spasm of his body. He sighed softly, lying in bed wide awake.
Even though he had received assurances from both Shui Su and the Ghost Messenger that Xin Yi wouldn’t be in any danger during their upcoming plans, Song Bunan still felt uneasy about being left alone to participate in what lay ahead. Everything had its cause and effect; Song Bunan managed to escape because he had resolved his past grievances with the laboratory, but Xin Yi remained tightly connected to it. To leave as he did would require confronting all those issues on that side.
It wasn’t just him; even the leader and that beautiful captain were entangled with the laboratory. Untangling themselves wouldn’t be easy. The Jiang Family would no longer be involved in the upcoming actions; how would the other families begin? No matter what they experienced at the Gu Family Old Residence, they certainly wouldn’t reveal much afterward. If there were spies from the laboratory among them, they would be waiting for an opportunity…
Song Bunan furrowed his brows tightly in distress, contemplating whether he should disguise himself and infiltrate the team to help Xin Yi. There were many people on that List who could survive; among them were several whom he knew well and had good relationships with. If he discussed it with them, they would likely be willing to lend him their identities so he could join the team in their place.
However, doing so would undoubtedly introduce variables into their plan. No one could predict what consequences might arise; if things improved, it would be fine, but if they worsened, it would be too late for him to make amends. In his turmoil, he sighed again and turned over to find a more comfortable position but instead saw his brother awake at some point, intently watching him.
Their eyes met, and Song Bunan heard his brother say, “Aside from the Jiang Family, the other families are gathering personnel and seeking those willing to cooperate with former falcon to eliminate the laboratory. You’re not participating, right?”
Song Buxian had long since become accustomed to the fact that Song Bunan could obtain any information. He nodded in response, saying he wouldn’t go. His brother, like him, had excellent night vision. Noticing his brother's low spirits and unusual expression, he reached out to ruffle his hair and comforted him in the gentlest voice, “If Xin Yi wants to go, I’ll take care of the others and make sure they pay more attention to his situation and support him.”
No matter how absurd he found it that his younger brother was dating someone who seemed older than him, he would never advise the boy to break up. Song Bunan had suffered too much in the past few decades; it was good that he had finally found true love. From the unhappy look on his brother’s face, he didn’t need to think twice to know it was definitely related to Xin Yi and the mess with the laboratory.
“No need for that, Brother. He can take care of himself. Besides, if you get involved, things will only get more complicated.” This cause-and-effect didn’t require or allow for more people to be dragged into it. He believed that since Shui Su had already used his means, Xin Yi would surely be able to return.
“It seems those people over there have given their assurance.” Song Buxian tucked the blanket around Song Bunan, gently patting his brother’s back in a manner reminiscent of how their mother used to soothe them to sleep when they were little. He softly reassured him that everything was arranged and there would be no problems, while reminding himself as the support that he needed to pay attention to his own health first.
As Song Bunan’s voice requesting breakfast grew softer, Song Buxian waited until there was complete silence before reaching out to pinch his brother’s soft cheek. The man had already fallen asleep on the bed, so he quietly got out and went next door to find Xin Yi.
Upon entering, he saw Xin Yi sitting by the window smoking. The moonlight streamed in just right, casting a faint blue glow that made the man appear quite lonely. However, he didn’t take a moment to appreciate Xin Yi’s beauty; instead, he sat down in a nearby chair and lit a cigarette for himself, exhaling smoke as he asked Xin Yi what stage they were at now.
“Just like before,” Xin Yi replied in a calm voice devoid of any pretense. Song Buxian trusted him; his gaze drifted outside into the pitch-black night where a light shone from a window in a nearby building. If one looked closely, they could see shadows moving within.
“Our parents are harder to accept than we imagined. Bunan told my mom and me about liking boys when he was in middle school; it took her over a year to accept it, while Dad still doesn’t know. He’s quite stubborn about this; he firmly believes that liking someone of the same sex is a mental illness. Though he hasn’t said it outright, it’s evident in everyday life. Recently they went on a trip and just got home an hour ago; they said they’re going over to Bunan’s tomorrow to surprise him. I’ve shared this information with you; what you do next is up to you.”
Perhaps sensing something from within the house, a petite woman with long hair came to the window and waved at them before quickly looking down at something. The next moment, Song Buxian's phone rang; upon checking, it was a voice message.
“You’re sitting by the window at this hour instead of sleeping—are you smoking? If your dad and I smell smoke when we come over tomorrow, you’re dead meat.” The speaker’s tone was filled with playful reproach but also immense affection. Then came another line: “Oh dear, I bought so many nice things this time! Remember to come home early and help carry them; both you and your brother have things! Mom bought some beautiful bracelets; I must show them off tomorrow—they even have gold inlays! Alright then, no more talking; get some sleep! Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Tsk.” Xin Yi watched as Song Buxian finished listening to the voice message before quickly extinguishing his half-smoked cigarette in an ashtray. He then took away what remained from Song Buxian's hand and tossed it into the toilet along with his own. Afterward, he pulled out a bottle of perfume from the corner and sprayed it generously until the room was filled with such a strong scent that it could suffocate several people.
The two had no choice but to relocate to the living room. Song Buxian pointed at his eyes and said, “My mom has good days and bad days with her eyesight.”
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