Feng Xianzi stood where she was, staring at Lu Chengwen with clenched fists and a vicious look in her eyes.
"Wow, why are you so fierce?"
Lu Chengwen wore the ugly expression of a petty man with hemorrhoids. "You're scaring me like this, and I might forget something important! What if you scare me into forgetting your brother's name? Then you'll have to keep playing tug-of-war with that stinking rat."
Feng Xianzi looked away, still furious beyond measure.
"Lu Chengwen, as long as you tell me where my brother is, I won't kill you."
"You're with Sky Net too. I can't trust you!"
"I will never go back on my word in this matter."
Feng Xianzi said, "Why don't you first explain where you learned about my brother? The fire, the rescue, the oath, and information about that man—where did you learn all that?"
Lu Chengwen said, "Simple! I saw it with my own eyes."
"Absolute nonsense!"
Feng Xianzi was about to fly into a rage.
"Wait!"
Lu Chengwen said, "What if I told you I saw his subconscious in an illusion at Li Dabai's mysterious estate? Would you believe me?"
"His subconscious?"
"Yes!" Lu Chengwen said. "He might not even know it himself, as though he'd lost his memory. He never mentioned having an older sister. But! At that special moment, all the things he cared about, his desires, personality, pursuits, fears... they were all laid bare. One particularly moving scene was the fire, when he knelt on the ground and made a pact with that mysterious man for your sake."
Feng Xianzi's mind buzzed.
A rushing sound filled her ears. It was an old ailment of hers, seemingly some kind of psychological trauma.
That day, the blaze had dyed heaven and earth red. Everywhere was scorching, fiery red.