thenovelthief Chapter 1633 - 1615
Chapter 1633 - 1615
Wen Zaao was taken aback, "Don’t try to play tricks! Do you think pretending to be clueless can help you shirk responsibility?"
She pointed at the gold medal on the table and snorted, "See that? That’s the stolen goods you took!"
Chu Ge frowned. On the table, his gold medal lay there, gleaming brightly.
A gold medal is stolen goods? He’s the thief?
Chu Ge’s eyes turned fierce as he sternly questioned, "Demoness! Do you even know who I am?!"
Goodness!
Wen Zaao couldn’t help but mutter curses under her breath, this guy is actually enjoying this? Might be a runaway from some mental hospital.
Inside, the scene was tense, every move between the two was observed by the Old Palace Master outside.
Beside him stood his follower, that middle-aged man.
"Master, what’s going on here?"
The Old Palace Master softly shook his head, his brows furrowed, without answering, his mind occupied with other thoughts.
"Looks like the magnetic disorder caused by the Eighth Space-Time is already taking effect, I wonder what’s happening in this space-time now."
"I think Yunxi Palace Master will have a strategy to handle it."
As he said, within this space-time, time reversed to a day prior.
But this time, the distortion didn’t attract much attention, and as it reversed, everyone’s memories returned to the reversed day too.
Chu Ge returned to the moment he saw the tattoo on Xia Xuan’s arm, intending to head to the Gambling Stone Field to find Jian Chunqiu. However, on the way, he discovered he was being followed.
Not because he’s sharp, but because he inadvertently spotted a familiar figure, someone who had appeared before him more than once, and this time, their following was just too obvious to ignore.
Chu Ge drove, occasionally glancing at the rear-view mirror, behind him a brown business vehicle was following, and the one driving was someone who had frequently appeared beside Chu Ge.
Initially, he didn’t think much of it, but now, the more he thought about it, the more something felt off.
He was in a bustling area, where the speed couldn’t be fast, so he decided to slow down and find a place to park.
There’s a mall ahead, busy with people, especially crowded on the weekend.
Chu Ge drove directly into their underground parking lot, with the chasing car stopping not far from him.
He sneered slightly, then strode towards the person.
The person hadn’t expected to be noticed by Chu Ge, tightened his grip on the steering wheel, becoming a bit anxious.
Chu Ge stepped over, raising his hand to tap on the car window, saying, "Get out."
The person inside said nothing and stayed put, too scared to get out, even more scared to reveal his identity.
Seeing him unmoved, Chu Ge knocked forcefully on the door a few times, "Buddy, come out, I know you’re here for me."
His words made the person inside even more awkward; the more Chu Ge pressed, the less he dared to step out.
But doing nothing wasn’t a solution either, finally, the person had to muster some courage, roll down the window, and look up at Chu Ge, curiously asking, "Sir, do you need something?"
"You’ve been following me since school, trailing me all the way here. Tell me, what’s your purpose in stalking me?"
Chu Ge asked straightforwardly.
The person gave an awkward smile, speaking in a tone lacking confidence, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about, how am I stalking you?"
Chu Ge saw him denying, didn’t get angry, but looked with icy cold eyes, "Not stalking me?"
"Sir, you’re quite humorous, I don’t even know you, why would I follow you?"
"Are you trying to say the road is for everyone, you can go where you please, so why accuse me of following? Isn’t that right?"
Chu Ge smirked with sarcasm and said.
The person chuckled, "That’s exactly it."
"Alright, since you claim you’re not following me, then what’s your destination?"
Chu Ge asked in return.
"Not necessarily something I need to tell you, right?"
He was indeed following, naturally wherever Chu Ge’s destination was, his would be too.
Chu Ge snorted, "If you don’t want to say, I won’t force you. My current destination is back to school, if that’s your destination too, we can go together."
Without waiting for him to speak, Chu Ge continued, "Of course, if you and I aren’t heading the same way, then we part ways here."
With those words, Chu Ge straightened up, gave a slight smile to the person, and as he turned, his gaze unconsciously flicked to the man’s arm.
Not that he had a habit of staring, but the man, nervous, had pulled up his sleeve, revealing a tattoo on his arm.
Chu Ge’s eyes paused momentarily; he had seen this design on Xia Xuan’s arm today as well.
He looked up at the man, their gaze met, and the man gave a somewhat awkward grin towards Chu Ge.
Chu Ge said nothing more, instead turned and got back into his car.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, quietly staring ahead, his mind wasn’t occupied with the true intent behind the stalking but the emblem on the arm. When Fang Zhong died, this emblem was the only clue left to them, now appearing twice in this space-time.
He couldn’t help but think along those lines, suspecting a connection to Fang Zhong’s death.
Yet there was something he couldn’t figure out: if it’s linked to Fang Zhong’s death, how did they arrive in their space-time back then? And how was Fang Zhong chosen?
Did choosing Fang Zhong have special significance, or was there a secret within him that not even Lin Yu knew?
The more he thought, the more confused he got.
Finally, Chu Ge sighed helplessly; these problems couldn’t be solved even if he racked his brains, so he stopped pondering, planning to find Jian Chunqiu for answers.
But before seeking clarity, he needed to sketch the emblem.
Chu Ge started the car, drove out of the underground parking lot, as expected, the person didn’t follow again, whether he would head to the school gate to block him, Chu Ge couldn’t be certain.
Returning to the villa, after arriving in Capital City, he realized this villa hosted several of their big fellows. He had a slight tendency towards cleanliness, whereas Lin Dong and the others were careless and indifferent, hence every time he passed through, there was always a lingering scent.
Not a foul smell, but a distinctive masculine aroma.