Unlike the study, which was filled with constant whimpering.
Jasmine's room next door remained silent.
On the bed, the girl sat with her knees hugged, staring blankly ahead like a doll.
In the reflection of the window beside her, her expression constantly changed.
Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, sometimes sad.
One person, a thousand faces; a thousand people, one face.
.......
The next day, at the Academy.
When Youxi arrived at the laboratory with Jasmine, who seemed to have returned to normal, she found that Irene and Eric were not there.
Instead, there was Youge's other surviving student.
The person was currently busy packing his belongings, moving in a flustered manner.
"Lasjin...."
Youxi compared him to the list and remembered this person.
He had been attacked along with Daniel, miraculously survived, and was admitted to the Medical Institute, where he also underwent interrogation by the Academy.
Judging by his current appearance, he had probably just been discharged from the hospital.
"Senior Lasjin, what are you doing?" Youxi frowned slightly and asked.
Lasjin was startled, he looked up, his face haggard, his deep-set eyes watched the two of them warily for a few seconds:
"You... I... I'm leaving here!"
He looked at Jasmine and advised,
"Jasmine, you should also change mentors quickly. Professor Youge must have been involved in some serious illegal project! If you get involved with him, forget about your studies, you might even lose your life!"
Jasmine did not reply, subconsciously moving closer to Youxi, like a timid younger sister seeking her older sister's protection.
"Sigh...."
Lasjin sighed, shook his head, picked up the packed wooden box, and walked past the two of them.
"Please wait a moment, Senior Lasjin." Youxi suddenly called out to him, "I have some questions I'd like to ask."
Lasjin frowned, his steps not stopping.
Youxi continued:
"Jasmine and I are assisting the Academy in investigating Professor Youge's matter. If you don't want to be called back for interrogation again, it might be better to cooperate with us now."
Lasjin frowned, his steps finally stopped, and he turned back somewhat impatiently:
"Ask quickly if you have anything. If it's the same content as the interrogation, I suggest you ask Ms. Mapel directly."
"Don't worry, it won't be the same."
Youxi took out a booklist and handed it to him,
"Senior Lasjin, do you have any impression of these books Professor Youge borrowed?"
Lasjin pondered for half a second, his answer was unexpected:
"These books were not borrowed by the professor."
"What?" Youxi was stunned.
Lasjin thought Youxi doubted him, so he frowned and explained:
"The professor, he usually only reads papers and newspapers.
These are basic theoretical books, I remember Irene borrowed them.
She usually likes to go to the Library to read in the evening using the professor's authority.
Some time ago, she dragged Eric along and had a secret rendezvous there.
After the professor found out, he scolded Irene for a while.
Jasmine also knows about these things, if you don't believe me, you can ask her."
Youxi turned to look at Jasmine, but Jasmine looked bewildered.
Lasjin also saw Jasmine's reaction, immediately misunderstood something, and said angrily:
"You also want to trick me with that interrogation method? Hmph, save it! Believe it or not!"
With that, he walked away angrily.
Youxi's gaze was fixed on Jasmine.
Jasmine shrank her neck, her expression unusually nervous:
"I... I really don't remember..."
Youxi's face gradually darkened.
Evening, Library....
If what Lasjin said was true...
Then the people who entered the Forgetfulness Bookstore were actually Irene and Eric?
Jasmine... no, Meilin, she might have really participated in that strange research!
"You... who exactly are you now?" Youxi questioned.
Meilin lowered her eyes in silence, a few seconds later, she slowly looked up, smiling like a flower:
"Sister, I told you, it doesn't matter."
......
On the other side.
As Sophia accompanied Li Andy exploring the Library, she suddenly noticed two familiar scents:
"Hey, it's Irene and Eric, why aren't they with Youxi?"
Li Andy raised an eyebrow, stopped Sophia who wanted to go say hello, and pressed her against a bookshelf.
Then he took out a gray feather pen and had it write down notes, discovering that Irene and Eric indeed had not met with Youxi.
"Shh, don't speak yet, let's see what they want to do."
It was class time, and the Library was very quiet. Even from a distance, with Li Andy's current perception, they could clearly know what Irene and Eric were doing.
Sophia lowered her head and glanced at their close posture, her face slightly flushed, and her mind couldn't help but recall the latter half of last night, when Youxi took control, and she and Andy lifted her onto the bookshelf.
She took a deep breath, cleared her mind of distractions, and listened to the conversation over there.
"Eric."
Irene asked doubtfully,
"Jasmine and the others don't seem to be here, did you get the meeting place wrong?"
Eric stopped in front of a bookshelf, took a deep breath:
"They should be in the laboratory, I'm the one who brought you here.
"Irene, take out what I... no, what Professor Youge gave you, I remember you hid it here."
Irene was stunned:
"What are you talking about? I... what did I hide?"
Eric frowned:
"You don't remember? It was that evening! You said you had a secret and wanted me to help you hide it. But when I came here with you, I somehow fell asleep, and then you said you had hidden it."
Irene looked bewildered, looking at him with extreme worry:
"When did I ask you to come to the Library? What's wrong with you?"
"Stop pretending, Irene!"
Eric's expression gradually became distorted, as if he was enduring some kind of pain,
"Anyway, he's already dead, can't you just give me his things?!"
Irene stood dazed, seemingly truly knowing nothing.
"Wait...."
Eric suddenly realized something,
"I somehow fell asleep back then.....
"I... I understand!
"His memories! His memories are what you put into my mind, right!
"You witch, what did you do to me?!"
Eric lost control of his emotions and grabbed Irene's neck.
Irene struggled to breathe, but she really couldn't remember anything.
"No, not like this!"
Eric suddenly let go, knelt on the ground, holding his head, and cried incessantly.
His appearance became increasingly deranged, like a patient with severe dissociative identity disorder.
One moment he was clutching his own neck, constantly urging "Irene, run!" The next moment he was glaring at Irene, shouting "Witch, you can't escape!"
Irene stood there blankly, completely at a loss.
"Why?!"
"Why don't you remember anything?!"
Finally, the enraged Eric gained the upper hand and pounced on Irene, roaring.
The next second, a book hit Eric on the back of the head.
Eric's eyes immediately rolled back, and he fainted.