“Teacher Xu!!”

The smell of blood in the air made Lin Xian's scalp tighten.

The eerie feeling of being drawn away from the surrounding world struck again, and a strong tinnitus drowned out all other sounds.

Even though he had experienced countless bloody scenes in his dreams.

But when his acquaintance died before his very eyes, and the split corpse lay lifeless in front of him, Lin Xian couldn't help but panic and become distraught.

This is reality.

There will be no reincarnation here, and nothing can be undone.

The dead will not stand there smiling the next day.

This sloppy yet earnest man.

He had finally seen the hope of his daughter awakening... but left this world tragically before he could feel any happiness.

…

Hospital.

Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun sat on the seats outside the emergency room, frowning at each other, without any communication.

Bang.

The door of the emergency operating room was opened, and a doctor walked out wearing a mask and surgical gown.

"Doctor." "Professor Xu Yun, he..."

Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun hurried up to greet him.

But the doctor...

Closed his eyes and shook his head.

He took out a document and read to them:

"The deceased suffered excessively severe injuries, including a fractured skull, exposed cranial and thoracic cavities, extensive deep wounds, and excessive blood loss… He was pronounced dead at the scene when the ambulance arrived."

He took out a form and looked back and forth at the two:

"Which of you is a family member? Please sign here."

Lin Xian shook his head:

"Doctor, neither of us is his family. Professor Xu Yun's parents died when he was young, and his wife also died of amniotic fluid embolism. His only relative, his daughter... has been in a vegetative state for many years, lying in the Donghai University Affiliated Hospital."

"Then who are you?"

"I am Teacher Xu's student," Lin Xian said.

The doctor sighed:

"A student won't do."

"How about this, you contact the school and have a school leader come over to sign."

…

Half an hour later.

The police and the vice president of Donghai University arrived together.

"This, this, this, what's going on here!"

The vice president looked worried, angry and sad, his hands trembling so much that he couldn't speak.

The doctor took him to handle the various procedures.

Three police officers walked over, and the leading officer saluted Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun:

"Hello, comrades. We need to take a simple statement to understand what happened."

Afterward.

Zhao Yingjun and Lin Xian truthfully conveyed the situation at the time.

Lin Xian emphasized those strange details:

"That taxi driver was wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a hat... it was very unusual."

"The right door of that taxi couldn't be opened at all. The reason why Professor Xu Yun ran to the middle of the road was because that driver asked him to get in from the left."

"Then a black Audi suddenly rushed out and knocked Professor Xu Yun away... The drivers of both cars got out and immediately sped away from the scene."

"I didn't see the license plate number of the Audi, but the last two digits of the taxi's license plate number were 76. By the way, Professor Xu Yun was also brought to the banquet by this taxi. You can check the surveillance."

…

Zhao Yingjun also confirmed what Lin Xian said.

After answering some details about the banquet, the three police comrades closed their notebooks and instructed:

"Comrades, according to the clues you provided, this traffic incident doesn't seem like a simple hit-and-run accident."

"But we handle cases based on evidence. To ultimately determine the nature of this traffic accident, further investigation is needed, so the final result of the incident is subject to the police report."

"Professor Xu Yun is a public figure, and we will investigate the matter as soon as possible. This is my contact information. Please leave yours. You can contact me at any time if you think of any further details."

…

The police bid farewell to the two and went to find the person in charge of the hospital.

Whirr, whirr, whirr—

A gurney covered with a white cloth was pushed out of the emergency room.

Passing through the aisle, it slid toward the frozen morgue on the other side…

Lin Xian saw this scene.

He felt particularly heartbroken.

He once deeply blamed himself:

If he hadn't personally invited Xu Yun to the celebration banquet, would he have come?

If he had insisted on having the company driver take Xu Yun home, would he have had an accident?

If he hadn't helped him, hadn't copied the information from his dream for him, and had let him fail to figure anything out for the rest of his life...

Would he have died tragically in the street at the height of his success?

Lin Xian knew that his face must be very ugly at this moment.

Zhao Yingjun patted him on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Lin Xian, don't blame yourself too much."

"This matter has nothing to do with you."

She naturally saw through Lin Xian's inner thoughts:

"When I said before that Professor Xu Yun came because of you, it was also partly a joke. Even if I hadn't had you send the invitation, I would definitely have sent it myself."

"Professor Xu Yun's death, no matter what the reason, has nothing to do with you. No one wants this kind of thing to happen."

She pointed to the Elfa van parked outside:

"Get in the car, I'll have the driver take you home first."

Lin Xian shook his head:

"You go first, Director Zhao. I want to stay here for a while longer."

Zhao Yingjun took a long breath and turned around:

"Don't go to work today, just rest at home. I'll go to the hospital during the day and arrange Xu Yiyi's affairs."

Da da da da da da da…

She walked out of the glass door of the hospital lobby in high heels. The Elfa's electric door opened, she got in, and drove away.

…

A cold wind blew in through the cracks in the glass door.

The temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees.

Lin Xian wasn't wearing a coat, but he couldn't feel any coldness.

Perhaps his body and mind were already completely cold.

He leaned against the white wall of the hospital, his body gradually losing strength and sliding down... finally squatting on the cold floor, staring blankly at the pattern on the floor...

"Lin Xian, you're here!"

The glass door was pushed open again.

Gao Yang ran over in a panic, wanting to pull Lin Xian up from the ground:

"What are you doing sitting here! Get up quickly!"

However.

Lin Xian was like a dead fish, unable to be pulled.

Gao Yang sighed.

He also sat down next to Lin Xian, on the floor.

"Lin Xian, don't be so sad, it's making me feel bad too."

"It's really a pity that Professor Xu Yun passed away so suddenly. But no one can do anything about accidents like car accidents!"

"No…"

Lin Xian shook his head:

"This wasn't an accident…"

He now.

Had completely figured it out.

Xu Yun's death was most likely related to his changing reality and rewriting the future.

If he hadn't interfered with the course of history.

Xu Yun would only have been a mediocre "laughingstock scientist" and "academic clown" who couldn't produce any results in his research for the rest of his life.

No one would kill such an insignificant person.

But now, with his help, Xu Yun had completed the hibernation pod filling liquid hundreds of years ahead of schedule, and was about to make it publicly available to the world free of charge.

In this case, there were far too many reasons and motives to kill him.

"This wasn't an accident…"

Lin Xian emphasized again, his heart aching, covering his forehead:

"The real murderer who killed Xu Yun…"

"Might be me!"