CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: UNCLEAR AND CONFUSED

After transferring one hundred thousand to Chi Xingtong, Chi Xingtong indeed told her some things that Ling Tianyou particularly hated.

Gu Ningyue jotted them all down in her memo, deciding to take them out and look at them from time to time to prevent another tragedy like today!

After all, if you anger Ling Tianyou, you can still coax him into a good mood.

But if Ling Tianyou grows to loathe you, that impression is not so easy to change.

After chatting in the group for a while, Gu Ningyue placed her phone to the side and opened her computer.

On the Gate of Hell’s website, Ling Yin hadn’t updated yet, but there were noticeably more replies than before.

However, in such a short time, over a hundred people had already left messages below.

Everyone seemed interested in the follow-up to this matter, urging Ling Yin to update.

Gu Ningyue sneered; she knew what result they were expecting.

What these lunatics wanted to see was just the boy’s death, not any news of him being alive.

One must say, daring to post photos on a site like Gate of Hell is indeed a very bold move.

Compared to the expert-filled X site, Gate of Hell is obviously much scarier.

The people here are the most extreme and terrifying perverts, but no one knows whether there’s someone as skilled as those on the X site among them.

If there is, then all posted photos showing faces could become bargaining chips for doxing.

Being targeted by a psychopath would definitely not be a good experience.

However, the photos Ling Yin posted, she couldn’t find a match anywhere online.

The most important thing is, these photos seem untouched; how can it be that no such person exists?

Could it be that Ling Yin’s skill is at her master’s level?

If so, not even she could be a match.

Perhaps right now, she’s watching me from the other side of the computer!

With this thought, cold sweat suddenly broke out on Gu Ningyue’s back.

She hadn’t felt this way for a long time.

She hesitated only for a moment and then clicked the mouse to exit the website.

Pushing her notebook to the side, Gu Ningyue lay down on the bed.

Things are getting more peculiar; though she has been resurrected, the true cause of her death is like a vine wrapped around her, making it impossible for her not to care.

Even knowing that there might be nothing she can do later, at least she wouldn’t die unknowingly.

Only with an end can one not have lived in vain.

Gu Ningyue’s eyelids grew heavy, and she soon drifted into slumber.

In her dream, she was back on the cruise ship, the plan progressing methodically, with no accidents from start to finish.

In this dream, she even had a conversation with people from the organization.

Everything was normal, unnaturally normal, just like all previous missions, with nothing to pick apart.

Everyone on the cruise ship seemed truly alive, surrounding her.

Some laughing, some talking, all identical to the day of the incident.

Gu Ningyue walked slowly among the crowd, not knowing what she was searching for, her gaze skimming over their faces, feeling a void inside.

After an unknown amount of time, a song suddenly erupted from the second floor of the cruise ship.

The one singing was a woman in her thirties; she remembered there was actually a performance on the second floor on the day of the incident.

Gu Ningyue slowly walked up to the second floor, where the woman was in a red dress, singing an unknown song under everyone’s gaze.

She was wearing something so stunning, yet the song she sang was so sad.

"March is gentle and cool when I meet you, angel transforming coldness into wings of love flying. If not for the wanton fragrance of roses, would those azure pupils reflect the streak of light. At dawn, sadness tinges the sky, the perfect illusion is the hope you give, the sweetness in our hearts seals our past, I will write this splendid poem for you before the porcelain breaks. Dream of holding hands with you and singing in a distant land, believing that one day those memories will shine. If the sunlight has dyed itself into solitary strength, let the desolate white chill time, can you hear my prayer of happiness for you? When dreams shatter into pain, the sky uses the wind to script departure. My love, you’re no longer the irreplaceable in my heart. The land of burning peach blossoms, that’s the paradise I’ve long since lost..."

In all the applause, Gu Ningyue stood there, dazed, staring at the stage.

Every lyric the woman sang on stage Gu Ningyue heard crystal clear, with its dreamy lyrics and sorrowful melody. This unknown song seemed to guide her to pursue something, enveloping the entire dream.

The woman in red on stage passed through layers of people and locked eyes on her, tears slowly streaming down her face, as if trying to say something to Gu Ningyue, yet unable to speak due to the song.

She seemed very pained but unable to leave the stage.

Gu Ningyue suddenly had an urgent desire to go up and take her away from there, but when she came back to her senses, she realized she couldn’t move.

Her feet felt glued to the floor, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move an inch.

"...Young Madam? Young Madam? Young Madam, what’s wrong?"

A voice calling out, from shallow to deep, slowly invaded the dream.

After what seemed like ages, Gu Ningyue finally slowly opened her eyes.

Aunt Zhang stood nervously by her bed; seeing her awake, she breathed a long sigh of relief: "Young Madam, are you okay! You really scared me."

"..." Gu Ningyue was still in a daze: "Where is this? When did I come back?..."

Where is this place? Has she completed her mission? Wasn’t she supposed to be on the cruise ship?

Aunt Zhang looked at her in puzzlement: "Young Madam, you came back with President Ling after watching the performance in the morning; you’ve slept through it."

"Watched a performance?" Gu Ningyue suddenly shook her head, "Hmm, I did sleep myself into confusion."

She forgot, she’s now the eldest daughter of the Gu Family, Gu Ningyue, not Z Country’s top assassin.

This dream felt so real that she almost believed her mission wasn’t over, still on that cruise ship!

Aunt Zhang, seeing she was fully awake, didn’t think much of it and helped her off the bed: "The meal is already served; President Ling asked me to have the Young Madam come over to eat. He said, sleeping too much isn’t good."

Gu Ningyue paused, "What time is it now?"

Aunt Zhang replied, "Young Madam, it’s already six thirty in the evening."

Gu Ningyue halted her steps, stunned, staring wide-eyed at the clock on the wall: "Six thirty???"

This single dream, she actually slept for over seven hours!