The last thing Xie Bingxia saw was the blood moon. Then she fell into endless darkness.
She seemed to have a very long dream. In the dream, Xia Jingwei and Gu Bei had a perfect ending. There was never any intrigue or old and new grudges. The two held hands and walked towards a happy and blissful life.
However, there was a voice in the dream constantly asking:
— Is this what you want?
Is it really good to be immersed in a beautiful dream forever?
"No! No! It's not good at all! Miss has been sleeping for over a week!"
"Well... all her physical indicators are normal."
"Are you really a famous doctor? Why can't you even cure the miss!"
Ugh! It's so noisy... My ears hurt.
"Miss, wake up. Don't leave Xiaomei alone."
There's so much weight on my chest. I can hardly breathe.
"Xiaomei..."
"I'm here, Miss. What do you need?"
"Shut up."
"Ah? Miss is awake! She's awake! Young Master! Miss is awake~~~~"
I'd rather be knocked unconscious with a club and sleep for a while longer. Xie Bingxia thought, twitching the corners of her mouth helplessly. Since she couldn't continue pretending to be asleep, she simply opened her eyes and unexpectedly came face to face with Gu Bei, their faces almost touching.
She was greatly startled and quickly touched her own face, asking, "I'm Xie Bingxia, right?"
Xiaomei opened her mouth wide: "Has Miss's head gone bad?!"
Gu Bei touched Xie Bingxia's cheek and rubbed it back and forth. Finally, he smiled and said, "Welcome back."
Xie Bingxia lowered her head, her face blushing. She pursed her lips and whispered, "Yes, I'm back."
The blood moon seemed to have played tricks on her once again.
"I'm so angry!" Xie Bingxia looked at her face from various angles in the mirror. "It would be nice if it could make me younger."
"That's not possible." Gu Bei denied as he got dressed. "I don't want to target minors ever again." He tied his tie and leaned down to kiss Xie Bingxia's forehead.
"I have a lot of things to do today. I'll try to come back early."
Since Vincent was arrested, Gu Bei had been extremely busy. As one of the most important informants for the police, he not only had to assist in the investigation but also continue to deal with the remaining issues of the Xie family.
Xie Bingxia touched the skin that he had touched and stammered, "Since I woke up, you haven't called me by my name even once. How... do you want to address me?"
Is it Xia Jingwei or Xie Bingxia?
Gu Bei was stumped by her question and fell into serious thought. His eyebrows furrowed into several creases. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I think it's better to call you baby. Or darling? Sweetheart? Or bunny? Choose one you like."
"I'll beat you up!" Xie Bingxia pretended to raise her small fist. With her other hand, she grabbed Gu Bei's tie and perked up her "rabbit ears", pretending to be fierce.
"Be good. Don't make trouble. I'll miss the shareholders' meeting." Gu Bei pulled back his tie and casually ruffled the back of her head. He seemed a bit reluctant to let go.
"Humph!" The little rabbit was still not satisfied.
Gu Bei leaned close to her ear and blew a breath: "How about I call you by your name in bed?"
Xie Bingxia looked disgusted: "You'd better save some energy to deal with those uncles like Xie Shuwen."
After driving away the big bad wolf, Xie Bingxia turned on the computer and wanted to search for some information about the blood moon on the Internet. Every time she was led around by this inexplicable and useless setting. How could I swallow this humiliation?
Chances are, the scene of "steamed rabbit meat" will happen again.
I don't want that! Xie Bingxia's fingers danced nimbly on the keyboard, making crackling sounds.
Two hours later, Xie Bingxia slumped in the chair. A gloomy cloud emerged from her mouth, which was her powerless sigh.
What a mess on the Internet! It's either some little - known natural wonders or sensational horror stories. Where are the records of it being able to bring the dead back to life or even reverse aging?
Xie Bingxia began to fidget, shaking her calf. She suddenly sat up straight, pointed at the photo of the blood moon on the screen, and pouted, "I suspect you're trying to trick me."
It was extremely quiet. Xie Bingxia was deflated. Her "rabbit ears" drooped. Without a doubt, she would end up as a dried - up bunny.
Why am I asking a photo on the Internet like a fool?
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew into her neck. A strange voice sounded in her ear: "Miss, what strange things are you looking at?"
"Wow! Xiaomei, don't scare me."
Xiaomei quickly glanced at the computer: "Oh? Miss is very interested in paranormal events?"
"Not really. I'm just looking around." Xie Bingxia tried to gloss over it. Xiaomei immediately took out her phone and tapped it. She laughed and said, "It's time to call on the ghost - hunting group!"
"Ghost - hunting group?"
"This!" Xiaomei thrust her phone in front of Xie Bingxia. "I joined this interest group a while ago. It's full of ghost - hunting experts who are quite knowledgeable about paranormal events! Whether it's the work of demons and ghosts or celestial phenomena, they can handle it all!"
"Are they reliable?"
Although Xie Bingxia never believed those keyboard warriors on the Internet who claimed to be experts, there was no better way to conduct the investigation at the moment. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try. Maybe they knew a lot more than she did.
"Of course!" Xiaomei nodded vigorously. "If Miss has any questions, should I ask them for you?"
"Don't ask. Let's meet and talk directly." Xie Bingxia took out a black card from the drawer furtively - it was just given to her by Gu Bei, asking her to go shopping in the mall to relieve stress.
"Xiaomei, spread the word. I'm willing to buy information!"
That afternoon, in a booth of the comic coffee bar, two young men came to the appointment on time. One was more fashionable, using the latest version of the iPhone and wearing headphones. He looked like a young college student on the cutting - edge of technology. The other one was a otaku type. His dressing was a bit rustic. He had a pair of thick glasses on his nose and stood nervously behind the college student.
"Have a seat." Xie Bingxia greeted them.
"My name is Satan, and his name is Prometheus." The one who looked like a college student introduced himself.
Their names were quite psychedelic. Xie Bingxia found it funny in her heart, but on the surface, she said amiably, "Hello. Order whatever you want to drink."
Satan ordered an iced cola, and Prometheus thought for a long time and still chose coffee.
"Let's make it short. Is it really five thousand for one piece of information?"
"If the information is reliable, I can double it."
"Great!" Satan clapped his hands. "We've compiled some things about the blood moon. Of course, we won't show you what you can find on the Internet. It's too childish."
"Take a look at these." Prometheus finally said his first sentence. He pushed his phone in front of Xie Bingxia. "These are photos of the blood moon taken by our group members. Sometimes it's crescent - shaped, and sometimes it's full - moon - shaped."
"Well, there are only a few shapes of the moon. Apart from the change in color, there's nothing special." Xie Bingxia echoed. "Tell me something unusual."
Satan and Prometheus glanced at each other. They thought this young lady was not easy to fool. It seemed that they had to show their real skills.
"The power of the blood moon varies according to its shape." Prometheus continued. "The change in its shape symbolizes the transformation of its power. When it's crescent - shaped, its power is weaker, and when it's full - moon - shaped..."
Prometheus lowered his head. Behind his reflective glasses were a pair of eyes full of awe: "Its power reaches its peak and will have a very powerful impact."
That's right. During the second blood moon, something strange did happen to Xie Bingxia's body, but she didn't change back in the end. Could it be because the power didn't reach its peak? Then the third blood moon was also explainable. At that time, Xie Bingxia was affected and directly changed back to Xia Jingwei's body.
Satan looked at Xie Bingxia's thoughtful face and quickly seized the opportunity to say, "Actually, there's a legend about the blood moon."
"Legend?"
Satan smiled mysteriously: "It is said to be related to an ancient ritual..."