GBT Chapter 134

When Jiao Bai was sitting in class, the character information from the barrier card he used appeared before Qi Yi Liao.

Birth, infancy, childhood, adulthood, university, parents’ divorce and remarriage, physical examination report… nothing was missed.

Qi Yi Liao flipped through the information in his hand, the speed getting faster and faster, and the shadow between his brows becoming more and more fierce. He suddenly threw all the information and file bags onto the table, a few words spilling from his pale lips: “Is everything normal?”

Zhang Zhen, opposite the desk, picked up the file bag, poured out the stack of papers inside, and looked at them one by one.

The black characters on white paper showed that this student had a complete growth experience, whether it was family, life, or academics, or social circle.

“Third Brother, you wouldn’t suspect…”

Zhang Zhen glanced at his Third Brother’s expression, the information between his fingers clenched. He said with a trembling voice, “Bai Bai’s soul is in this student’s body, right?”

Just then, Qi Huai’s voice came from outside the office, wanting to report today’s schedule.

“Postpone everything.” Qi Yi Liao took a sip of the cooled sugar water, his throat as if blocked by some foreign object, unable to wash it away.

Qi Huai outside the door heard this, a trace of contemplation flashing in his eyes behind his glasses. He stood in place for a moment, then turned and left with his notebook.

There was no sound in the office.

Qi Yi Liao sat in the leather chair, clicking on the surveillance footage from the intersection last night.

Zhang Zhen hesitated, last year Third Brother wasted a lot of manpower and resources, sending people to towns, old urban areas, mountains, and even overseas and to the border, but still without any results.

At the beginning of this year, Third Brother began to pay attention to those who had accidents, were injured, fell into comas, or suddenly had drastic changes in temperament… A few months later, he focused his attention on all medical schools, hospitals, Mingyuan Temple, and those in Bai Bai’s social circle, not even letting Shen Ji, who thought he was hiding well, off the hook.

Unable to rule out any possibility, and afraid of missing any clues, he had to monitor everything.

It was clearly like searching for a needle in a haystack, and despite repeated disappointments, Third Brother never gave up.

Zhang Zhen went from being a sane person to one of the madmen. He began to believe in the “borrowing a corpse to return the soul” plot in movies, that when a person dies, they possess another body.

Even children knew that such plots were fictional, fake.

But Third Brother was dreaming, and he followed along.

Zhang Zhen heard his own distracted voice: “Third Brother, this student is not Bai Bai. Even if he can’t recognize me due to certain factors, I don’t feel any familiarity with him.”

Qi Yi Liao put his hands together at his lips, squinting his eyes to watch the surveillance.

Zhang Zhen put the information back in the file bag, emphasizing his idea: “Bai Bai had the accident last autumn. Chen Wang was attending school normally, working part-time, and socializing during that time. There were no abnormalities at all this year.”

Qi Yi Liao’s index finger knuckle tapped against his lip: “A Zhen, you already had self-awareness before seeing the information.”

Zhang Zhen paused, without refuting.

Without understanding aspects such as temperament, knowledge, and cultivation, the initial evaluation is based on appearance.

Given the same similar personality, he would lean towards the latter if one body was ugly and the other was good-looking.

This was his instinctive preference, without much rationality. He just felt that everything about his younger brother should be good, including his appearance.

Zhang Zhen received several photos from a friend. The person in them looked even more like Bai Bai than Zhi Yi had. It was the closest match so far. He excitedly leaned towards the table, his upper body pressing onto it: “Third Brother, look at this!”

Qi Yi Liao shifted his gaze to his phone screen.

“It’s Bai Bai, right!” Zhang Zhen’s dim complexion erupted with an abnormal flush, “My friend has been traveling all over the country, everywhere in all seasons. I didn’t have much hope, but just asked him to keep an eye out. I didn’t expect him to run into Bai Bai. I’ll go pick him up right now…”

Qi Yi Liao spoke: “It’s not him.”

Zhang Zhen was stunned: “But he looks so much like him…”

“Third Brother, look at this photo, this angle is exactly the same as Bai Bai.” Zhang Zhen fell into a neurotic state, “Take a look.”

“No matter how similar, it’s not him.” Qi Yi Liao straightened the laptop that Zhang Zhen had bumped askew. He had finished watching the intersection footage and was now watching the footage from the hospital visits.

Zhang Zhen’s eyeballs rolled. The student in the surveillance was ugly and mediocre, with nothing from head to toe that could reach the passing mark. How could it be his brother?

“What the eyes see is not necessarily true.” Qi Yi Liao said lightly.

Zhang Zhen’s face changed again and again, soon becoming a hollow mask. He felt dizzy, his stomach cramping, and a wave of nausea.

That’s not right, Bai Bai is gone. He personally carried the body into the coffin. What is he doing…

Headache, didn’t he take his medicine this morning?

Take the medicine first, it’ll be fine after taking it. Zhang Zhen staggered out.

The progress bar of the surveillance reached the end. Qi Yi Liao made a phone call, dispatching a most trusted team to secretly infiltrate the medical university.

He had a premonition that his little wildcat had returned.

Wrapped in a new skin and mixed into the world, as long as he caught him, that layer of skin would be shed.

Once caught, he would break those wings and see how he could fly around.

Never mind.

He should leave the wings, if he really broke them, his soul would wither.

Qi Yi Liao stood up, raised his foot and entered the lounge. He lay down on the bed, hooked out the Buddha amulet from his shirt, and finally took it off and placed it on the cabinet.

The Buddha amulet carried the temperature of his heart, waiting for someone who would return soon.

When Jiao Bai finished school at noon, he saw Ran Ye. He didn’t feel half surprised. This was the follow-up brought about by his “bye-bye” last night.

Otherwise, Ran Ye wouldn’t have come to the school to find him.

“Chen Wang” also had no reason to make a special trip up the mountain to have his cousin calculate a fortune for him.

An opportunity, hard to come by.

Ran Ye drove Jiao Bai to Mingyuan Mountain, entering his own temple.

Jiao Bai maintained a curious and puzzled attitude all the way. When Ran Ye asked him to sit in the position he had sat in last time, he opened his mouth: “Cousin, why did you bring me to the temple? I have a lot of classes in the afternoon.”

A divination cylinder was sent over.

The corner of Jiao Bai’s mouth twitched. This master had entered the mortal world, gaining the seven emotions and six desires, and his style of dealing with things was much simpler and rougher.

“You want me to draw a lot?” Jiao Bai wondered, “What’s wrong with me?”

Ran Ye took off his hat, revealing his smooth and round head: “Last night at the station, I saw blood qi lingering between your brows, and wanted to divine a hexagram for you.”

Jiao Bai secretly rolled his eyes, but said aloud, “Really? Then cousin, you must help me take a good look!”

Ran Ye handed the divination cylinder closer to him: “Draw one.”

Jiao Bai stretched out his hand, pinched a lot, and caught Ran Ye staring at his movements out of the corner of his eye. He said in a worried tone: “Cousin, am I about to face a disaster?”

Ran Ye opened his palm to him.

Jiao Bai put the lot on it. Regardless of whether this lot was calculated for “Chen Wang” or for himself, the lot text was not simple.

Ran Ye looked at the lot, silent for a long while.

Jiao Bai was about to speak when a shout came from the temple. The voice was very familiar. Before he could react, he saw the door of the meditation room being kicked open, a red figure appearing at the door against the light.

Long hair draped over soft yet sharp shoulders, a bright red skirt revealing snow-white legs and ankles.

“Jiang Yan.” A name popped out of Jiao Bai’s mind.

“You dead baldy, I told you to touch me but you wouldn’t, saying I’m dirty. I went to meet someone else, and you ran out to show you exist, and even locked me in the room. What exactly do you want?” Jiang Yan kicked up a prayer cushion, stepping onto the low table with his leg, in a rather bold pose.

“Amitabha.” Ran Ye put down the lot and went over, pulling down his skirt to cover his large expanse of white skin.

“Hypocrite.” Jiang Yan then noticed that there was a third person present. He “tsk”ed, “What are you looking at? Never seen a guy in a skirt?”

Jiao Bai: “…” A year had passed, and the Little Chili was spicier than ever.

“Boring.” The bright light at the corners of Jiang Yan’s eyes faded, and he turned to leave.

“Weren’t you going to pray for your friend?” Ran Ye said coldly.

Jiang Yan stopped. He turned his head and saw that the third person in the meditation room was still looking at him, which was quite funny. He didn’t know what he was looking at. The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly.

An entrance card to the medical university was showing from the corner of the younger boy’s pocket.

Jiang Yan’s red lips lifted. Medical university, that’s Jiao Bai’s school. He changed his previous attitude, casting a flirtatious glance: “Little brother, are you asking the baldy to tell your fortune? Don’t bother, you can’t calculate fate, the more you calculate, the lighter it gets.”

Jiao Bai glanced at Ran Ye: “Cousin, who is this?”

“You go back to school first.” After Ran Ye said this, the look in his eyes that fell on him was ambiguous, and he immediately retracted his gaze.

After Ran Ye found some scriptures for Jiang Yan and told him to transcribe them in peace, he returned to the meditation room. The lot was gone. He stood in front of the table, not moving for a long time.

After a long while, Ran Ye, with a fluctuating heart, sat on the prayer cushion and entered meditation.

The lot was sent down the mountain, to the hand of the head of the Qi family. It stayed between his fingers for a second or two before he handed it to an old man.

The old man looked at the lot, and his cloudy eyes narrowed. He quickly flipped through the divination books in his cloth bag, flipping through several books in a row before concluding: “As expected, it cannot be calculated.”

Qi Yi Liao raised his eyes: “What is the usual reason for this hexagram to appear?”

The old man lowered his voice, shielding his mouth with his hand, and said mysteriously in an old voice: “Heaven’s secrets cannot be revealed.”

Qi Yi Liao beckoned.

A subordinate standing not far away came over with clenched fists.

“Rumor has it that the Qi family’s person in power doesn’t like blood, has an approachable temperament, respects the old and loves the young, and possesses the traditional virtues of the Chinese people… Don’t hit the face, I still need my face to make a living!” The old man retreated, his skinny body pressed against the wall.

“I don’t like blood.” Qi Yi Liao flicked his suit in front of him, smiling gently and elegantly, “So I’m going out.”

Old man: “…”

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” He conceded before the large bodyguard could attack, giving up.

The subordinate quickly retreated, not daring to hear a single word more.

Qi Yi Liao picked up the lot on the table, casually playing with it: “Speak.”

The old man solemnly spoke about the situation of that hexagram, then picked up his cloth bag and swayed away.

The lot broke into two halves between Qi Yi Liao’s fingers, the sharp end piercing into his palm, blood dripping down, but he was completely unaware.

There is only one possibility that living people cannot calculate fate: life is suppressed by some kind of magnetic field. If they cannot escape, they are living dead, neither dead nor alive.