Company employees are just that – employees, not die-hard fanatics or complete units. So, when faced with trouble, especially the kind they can't handle, they're likely to make decisions based on self-preservation.

After all, no salary is worth risking your life for. Once your life is gone, everything else goes with it.

Li Cheng Yi wasn't stupid; he understood the underlying meaning and fell silent.

The company's employees were, at best, semi-modified humans like Song Ran, already considered experts.

Even then, the repair costs for a semi-modified human, if damaged, easily ran into hundreds of thousands.

Asking them to risk their lives was something the company wouldn't want, even if they were willing.

So, this group was just here to take out small fry and make a show of force. When it really came down to danger and risking their lives, he'd have to rely on himself.

"Brother Song, get some rest. I understand. I'll handle things from here. The company just needs to provide logistical support," Li Cheng Yi replied in a deep voice.

"Let me help you," Song Ran said gravely.

In this situation, knowing full well that they were facing the lunatics from Ideal Land and military-grade complete units, Song Ran could still offer his help. That was risking his life.

Li Cheng Yi's heart was touched.

After all, in Song Ran's eyes, he was just a newbie who had just entered the blind spot, his strength not even matching a well-trained ordinary policeman, let alone facing Ideal Land.

Under these circumstances, Song Ran could still offer his help...

"Brother Song, there's no need. This is my own business," Li Cheng Yi replied seriously.

Song Ran opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately didn't.

Military-grade complete units were already beyond his capabilities. If it were the cheap, cannon-fodder complete units from before, he could barely handle them.

But now... at his level, he probably wouldn't last a round against them.

Going would just be throwing his life away.

In the end, he worked for Xindra, risked his life for the boss.

He saw the boss as his father, which was why he was willing to risk his life.

But Li Cheng Yi...

"Actually, you can see it clearly," Song Ran paused, sighing. "Why Lei En's matter has always been handled personally by the boss and a few of us."

"I understand, because no one is willing to risk their lives for others indefinitely," Li Cheng Yi understood, taking over the conversation.

In the past, perhaps Xindra could use huge bounties to recruit desperadoes to serve him, or like Ideal Land, use money to create complete units, unafraid of casualties.

But now, he had left his former circle and fallen from his former peak. As a loser, he left White Star.

He no longer had that kind of financial resources.

So, he could only do it himself.

'What kind of people would be willing to risk their lives with you?' The question flashed in Li Cheng Yi's mind.

The team he would build in the future must be one that could always stand with him, share life and death, and not turn and retreat when faced with a strong enemy.

But where could he find such people?

Looking at Song Ran in front of him, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.

Wasn't Song Ran in front of him just such a person?

He could do anything for his boss, Xindra, investigate blind spots time and time again, experience life-and-death crises time and time again, and still have no regrets!

And those people in Ideal Land, the things they pursued, the things they hated, completely united them.

"I understand," Li Cheng Yi said slowly, his words carrying a double meaning.

"It's good that you understand. We can no longer participate in the notebook matter. Ideal Land... if it were the old boss, maybe... but now..." Song Ran shook his head and turned to leave.

The door closed.

Li Cheng Yi's gaze fell again on the desk drawer where the notebook was placed.

Waiting for Song Ran to walk away and not return, he went back to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the notebook.

'What exactly is the Clock Field? This records a lot of blind spot cases, but they are all cases I haven't encountered. It's likely that most of them have disappeared. What exactly was Zhong Hui researching before she died?'

Li Cheng Yi gently stroked the cover of the notebook. He had flipped through it for a while before and felt that the content inside was more like a purposeful research log.

Zhong Hui seemed to have a very specific purpose from the beginning, exploring and searching for something by experiencing one blind spot after another.

Reopening the notebook, he returned to the place he had been reading before.

'...Within the Clock Field, the time flow of the blind spots is completely different from the outside world.

Some blind spots have extremely fast flow rates. One day inside is only a few minutes outside.

Others are the opposite. One day inside, a week or a month may have passed outside.'

'We are wrong to think of blind spots as individual spaces or individuals. They must have some kind of unknown connection.

Through years of observation and research, I have found that blind spots seem to be unrelated, but in fact, they have a similar commonality.'

'That is, most blind spots are located in a strange field that cannot be measured, perceived, or observed.

At first, I thought it was the same world, but later, I discovered that it was not.

Because most blind spots have prototypes, and the prototypes mostly exist in the real world, they are traces of what once existed. So, in several observations and calculations, I discovered a key – forgetting.'

The content behind was blurred, as if someone had forcefully erased it.

Li Cheng Yi frowned and continued to flip through, finding that everything behind had become new blind spot information records, analyses, and methods of escape.

He sighed. Zhong Hui had obviously discovered or guessed something, but these contents seemed to have been erased.

Did Zhong Hui erase them herself, or were they erased by someone later?

No one knew.

But now Li Cheng Yi had no time to worry about these things. His urgent goal was to immediately find clues about the Silent Shop.

With the sound of pages flipping, Li Cheng Yi constantly speed-read the contents of the notebook.

But there was so much content, he couldn't find it immediately, so he could only honestly turn the pages one by one.

As time slowly passed.

*Poof.*

Suddenly, his fingers stopped.

'Found it!'

Li Cheng Yi's whole body was invigorated, straightening his back and looking at the handwriting in front of him.

'Silent Shop: Blind Spot Type – Permanently Existent. The manifestation is a strange convenience supermarket shrouded and surrounded by darkness. The power is on, there are no living things, and the goods are updated once a week.

The categories of goods are bizarre, everything is available, but they are limited to personal use and cannot leave the body.

The second time I took out an item, I obtained the so-called Life-Locking Pill that can make people immortal. Through research, I found that the essence of the so-called Life-Locking Pill is a strange active bacterium.

The vitality of this bacterium is unbelievably strong. It can survive in all kinds of the harshest environments. The so-called immortality is to use the combination of oneself and the bacterium to achieve a disguised extension of life.

The third time I took out the item was similar to the first time, both were special biological blood. The instructions stated that it could replace one's own bloodline.

Because it was said that it could not leave my main body, I tried to cut off a part of my own flesh and blood, mixed it into the blood, and successfully allowed it to leave my body, giving it to an experimental subject for use...

The user was a thirty-six-year-old adult female, 1.72 meters tall, weighing 73 kilograms, with no pre-existing diseases.

The experimental result was: death.'

Li Cheng Yi's hand trembled slightly.

He knew it wouldn't be so easy to get benefits. How could there be such safe and insured bloodline replacement products in this world?

That Silent Shop, opened in that mysterious and eerie darkness, was it even intended for human transactions? That was a mystery.

Maybe it was simply set up for some other mysterious existence...

Li Cheng Yi restrained his thoughts and continued to read on.

'Within half a year, a total of three blind spot people entered the Silent Shop. After comprehensive experiments, only one of all the items obtained was successfully verified.'

'The experiment was successful. T successfully extracted a biological agent called Blue Iris, which can temporarily increase the reaction speed of the human body by 30%-45%. The effect is very good, surpassing all similar products on the market. But this requires blind spot people to constantly enter the Silent Shop to purchase goods as a prerequisite. www.

We cannot replicate the agent, nor can we analyze the source of its materials. We can only extract the flesh and blood cells of the blind spot people themselves, mix them into the original agent, and then dilute it for use. This is not a long-term solution...'

Seeing this, Li Cheng Yi finally understood why the people of Ideal Land had been using Zhong Hui as bait all along.

So this Zhong Hui had been entangled with Ideal Land from the beginning, and they had actually experimented with useful agent samples internally.

It's just that this kind of sample can only be used by mixing the flesh and blood of blind spot people, because the agent cannot leave the body of the blind spot people.

'November 4th, a foreigner named Gorn came to visit me and said that we could no longer enter the Silent Shop, otherwise there would be great danger.'

'I don't know who he is, and I don't know how he knew my identity, but his eyes were terrifying. I can't describe the feeling...'

'Gorn told me that the door of the Silent Shop can actually be opened. But not from the inside out, but from the outside in.'

'As long as the goods are checked out and the switch next to the door is pressed, the glass door will open. At that time, he said, I can see the reason and the truth.'

What truth?

Li Cheng Yi frowned and turned the page, but was shocked to find that there was nothing behind it.

Or rather, it wasn't that there was nothing, but that it was all a jumble of garbled characters.

The distorted black lines and smeared patches made people seriously doubt how Zhong Hui could have written such handwriting at the time.

*Shua shua shua.*

Li Cheng Yi flipped through two pages in a row before finding recognizable handwriting on a new page.

A line of Yi country characters was written crookedly in the notebook.

'I changed my blood... it feels a little wrong...'

Li Cheng Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned to the next page.

*Shua!*

He suddenly stood up, almost knocking over the chair behind him.

On that notebook, there was a self-portrait of Zhong Hui drawn in black and white lines.

The portrait was lifelike and extremely realistic, like a black and white printed photograph, with even the wrinkles on the forehead and the texture of the collar clearly depicted.

It was an old man with sparse white hair, a wrinkled face, and deep, cold eyes.

He was wearing a faded, stiff shirt, with a metal pendant of a strange symbol hanging around his neck.

At this moment, he was like a living person in the notebook, quietly watching Li Cheng Yi in front of him.

Those eyes, even though they were just a portrait in a notebook, gave Li Cheng Yi the feeling that they were moving.

Below the portrait, there was a line of small print.

'The way to escape is to bring out three different types... of goods in a row...'

(End of this chapter)