Chapter 816 - 675: Heart’s Inquisition_2
The familiar sensation seemed to tell him that everything here was real.
A thought blossomed in his mind.
"Could it be that I had a dream?"
As this thought arose, he became increasingly certain, feeling as if he had indeed had a long dream.
In the dream, he wielded a long knife, cutting down enemies, invincible wherever he went, his hands stained with endless blood.
However, his specific identity, or exactly where he had traveled to, had become very blurred.
Qin An shook his head, picked up the kettle beside him, poured himself a glass of water, and after drinking it slowly, his heart calmed down slightly.
However, Qin An felt that his memories were becoming increasingly vague, even nearly forgetting the experience of traveling through time.
Just thinking this, Qin An suddenly felt a sharp headache.
Thud, thud, thud!
A series of knocks at the door interrupted Qin An’s thoughts, causing his mind to quickly reel back in.
He abruptly raised his head, looked toward the door, and asked, "Who is it?"
As Qin An called out this sentence, a voice immediately came from outside the door.
"Qin, it’s Uncle Wang from next door. I heard some noise coming from your place, so I came over to check."
Qin An came back to his senses.
He didn’t get up, simply responded, "I’m fine, Uncle Wang, thank you for checking on me. You can go back first."
There was a sigh from outside, and Uncle Wang’s voice came over.
"You couldn’t save her, you don’t need to blame yourself so much. After all, you’re not a professional doctor, and those rescue techniques you used were learned online."
"But that little girl was such a pity, no parents, supporting herself with her own wages... Never mind, I won’t say anymore, you should rest first."
After Uncle Wang said these words, Qin An was slightly stunned.
Immediately, a flood of information rushed into his mind like a tide.
A touch of guilt and pain blossomed in his heart instantly, as if his heart was tightly gripped.
Previously, he had encountered a car accident on the street, where a young girl was thrown over ten meters by a car.
At that time, blood gushed out from her mouth and nose, and many of her bones were broken.
There were many onlookers, and the noise was enough to irritate anyone.
At that time, no one dared to go forward. Qin An watched the girl lying on the ground, blood continuously oozing out, and ran over, as if driven by some unseen force, attempting to save her with some online rescue methods.
He watched the blood spilling from the girl’s mouth, even soaking her dress.
In the end, he didn’t manage to save the girl.
By the time the ambulance arrived, she had already lost her breath.
Afterward, Qin An sat on the ground, a sense of guilt and pain emerging inexplicably within him.
The girl was working so hard to survive in the world but met with an accident.
Later, a doctor told him that the day she had the accident was her birthday.
She had bought herself a small cake with her earnings to celebrate a perfect birthday for herself, yet, unexpectedly, it turned into a withered flower.
Qin An was in a daze for a long time before recovering from the blow.
But as Uncle Wang spoke those words, Qin An’s memory was triggered again, and the feeling of pain struck once more.
Qin An took a deep breath, trying hard to calm the agitation and pain in his heart, only steadying his mood after he downed a cup of water.
But just then, another series of knocks sounded at the door.
Qin An had already suppressed the agitation in his heart and looked up to ask, "Who is it?"
Uncle Wang’s voice came once again: "Qin, now look at the online comments about your recent rescue."
After saying this, Uncle Wang fell silent.
Qin An was slightly puzzled, then opened his phone, finding the latest news.
His hand holding the phone slightly trembled.
On the phone, the factual story was written, along with pictures, and one of the pictures was him pressing on the girl’s chest, performing artificial respiration.
The report itself was extremely positive, but the comments below were filled with an unimaginable stench.
"Is this a rescue? Why put your hand on the girl’s chest?"
"Yeah, and you did artificial respiration, wasn’t that taking advantage of her?"
"I think this guy just wanted to take advantage of her, that’s why he did it."
Every comment was filled with malice.
Qin An’s grip on the phone tightened, and blue veins surfaced on his hand as a feeling of agitation blossomed in his heart.
For some reason, he raised his and threw his phone to the ground.
This huge sense of disparity, coupled with the guilt from not saving the girl, made murderous intent swell within him.
Qin An randomly reached to the side, suddenly feeling something in his grip, and looked up to find it was a long knife.
The long knife exuded a familiar aura, but he couldn’t recall where he had seen it before.
At this moment, a violent impulse emerged in Qin An’s heart.
Qin An clenched his teeth, a fierce gleam in his eyes, "I wanted to save someone, and yet you slander me like this. I will kill you all!"
Amidst these intertwined emotions, Qin An walked toward the window.
His grip on the knife was tight, as if intending to cause a massacre.
Just as he was approaching the window, a cool breeze suddenly swept by.
Immediately, Qin An heard a voice.
"Don’t rush, don’t rush!"
This voice, disjointedly, entered Qin An’s ears.
Qin An abruptly came back to his senses and shouted, "Who are you?"
With all these strange occurrences today, he found himself inexplicably holding a knife.
Now there was another strange voice, making him feel very peculiar.
The disjointed voice came again.
"Maintain your heart, don’t be disturbed by anything... I am Reincarnation... I can’t hold on much longer... can produce no sound..."
When the last word fell, everything around became silent.
Qin An was in a trance, murmuring to himself, "Who is Reincarnation? And why tell me to hold my heart? What is my heart?"
He gripped the knife handle tightly, his forehead veins bulging as he leaned on the wall, lowering his head to gasp for air.
The surge of violent impulses compelled him to kill those who slandered him.
Simultaneously, there was a mysterious calmness urging him to reflect on the strange happenings.
After a long time, Qin An’s trembling hand gripped the knife hilt, the wild aura in his eyes gradually gaining ground.
He wanted to kill, to slay those who incited trouble, to silence their mouths with his blade.
He reached the window, stepping out.
This was a high-rise, but the moment Qin An stepped out, as if in realization, a warm flow surged within him. In a few leaps, he landed firmly on the ground.
Passersby screamed in terror and fled upon witnessing this scene.
Qin An, gripping the long knife, watched the fleeing crowd, feeling that everything had changed.
He had a sense that those fleeing had all slandered him online.
Qin An raised his long knife, intending to slaughter these people on the spot.
But at that moment, the long knife began to tremble.
Though it made no sound, the vibration brought Qin An’s mind a momentary clarity.
"No, something’s wrong with me; why am I here? I should have already crossed over."
Qin An recalled a memory, clinging to it like a lifeline in desperation, gritting his teeth as he remembered.
He thrust the long knife into the ground, staring at the constantly trembling knife handle.
Suddenly, he felt the knife’s familiarity growing, and subconsciously called out a name.
"Cold Star!"
The instant this name appeared, a flood of information poured into Qin An’s mind.
Qin An felt a splitting headache, yet the violent emotions were dissipating.
Clarity was returning to his mind.
He seemed to recall something.