Xingyuan clutched her heart, a smile unconsciously tugging at her lips. It was indeed crazy, but it was something she could do.
Without her sister's presence, she would have been an unfeeling person, and this grand spectacle would have been known to all.
Since there were no regrets, why had she come?
Xingyuan had also figured out some patterns. It must be that she herself had lingering resentment or unwillingness that allowed her to be accepted by this person and merge with them. However, the her in this world didn't seem to have any such emotions!
Xingyuan continued to delve deeper into her memories, finding the hidden one.
She still had a score to settle, something she recalled in a flash before her death.
Although it wasn't that important, letting her enemy live well in the world left her with a sense of lingering dissatisfaction. But she was already dead.
Therefore, Xingyuan took over this task.
Her enemy, or rather, the person responsible for her life, was a human trafficker.
She never managed to recall her past. She only remembered drinking a very delicious cup of milk, and then arriving at a special place. She couldn't remember if she had any family, but she remembered the human trafficker's face with unusual clarity.
Where there is existence, there are traces.
Xingyuan wiped away tears that had unknowingly streamed down her face and returned to one of her residences.
To conceal her identity and be able to leave at any time, she owned properties in many places and had different identity documents. Yet, more often than not, she didn't want to return to that home.
The vast emptiness offered her no sense of security.
She had a doll-like face that didn't match her actions, making her seem easily trustworthy.
Although she rarely needed it, people generally wouldn't suspect her of being an assassin when they saw her.
Conversely, a good person with a fierce face would be instinctively perceived as bad. This was the power of appearance.
Xingyuan opened her laptop, using her hacking skills to search for fragments of memory, trying to find her hometown.
Because the her in this world hadn't learned hacking, the computer was just a standard model, only capable of searching for basic information with limited capacity. Xingyuan operated it simply, and the internal components began to overheat.
Xingyuan sighed helplessly, picked up the computer, and threw it into a corner. Then, she sought out a professional to customize a high-configuration one.
Ordinary computers and those used by hackers were generally different. Hackers would further modify their computers to achieve higher processing speeds.
While waiting for the computer to arrive, Xingyuan felt exhausted both physically and mentally. She longed to fight someone, and perhaps killing was more in line with her daily life.
This sense of anxiety gnawed at her, like an addiction. Without engaging in the life she was accustomed to, she felt an unbearable itch.
Xingyuan was acutely aware of this, but she couldn't indulge herself.
If she wanted to return to a normal life, she had to restrain this primal urge and be a normal person.
Xingyuan confined herself to her room, ordering takeout for all three meals. Occasionally, when she couldn't control her impulses, she would eat only one meal a day. If her energy was low, her resistance would correspondingly weaken.
A month later, the computer arrived.
Xingyuan had also become thinner, but her spirits were good. Although the urge to go out and kill still existed, it was no longer as intense.
During this period, people from the mercenary group had contacted her, but she merely informed them that she was very busy and didn't want to deal with anything for the time being, unless it was a matter of life and death, they were not to contact her.
Her bad temper was well-known, so no one dared to test her limits.
Moreover, the organization didn't really need her to do much at this point. Everything had fallen into place, and new talent was being cultivated. However, they encountered some resistance when employing various methods, so they thought of their leader.
But in reality, they could have overcome this difficulty themselves.
Xingyuan opened the computer and began drawing. She had made several drafts during this time, but no matter how she drew, only that face was clear in her memory.
As for other details, she could only vaguely discern that it was a school. Perhaps she encountered that person when she left, but it was uncertain. Her memories were fragmented, and even with her strong mental power, Xingyuan couldn't piece these fragments together into complete memory segments.
To no avail, Xingyuan had to input that face into the population databases of various countries for a search, and then screen them one by one to identify the real person.
But there were simply too many people in the world. It would take months to get even a basic lock.
However, since she had confirmed he was a human trafficker, was he on the police's wanted list?
Xingyuan's eyes lit up, and she hacked into the police's wanted system again to search.
This made things much simpler. Although there were still a few repeated faces, the scope was at least much smaller than searching the entire world.
These six individuals belonged to different countries. Three were currently in police custody, and one had been executed a month ago. As for the remaining ones, Xingyuan planned to go to the police station herself to identify them.
If they were the ones, she had many ways to ensure they died within the system without a trace.
However, these people looked almost identical. Although their personalities might differ, she didn't remember the personality of the person she was looking for!
Just as Xingyuan was worrying, the lingering consciousness suddenly spoke, "Kill them all!"
"That's ruthless!" Xingyuan exclaimed. "But are you sure? What if none of these people are the one? And aren't you curious if you have any family left?"
Her curiosity might indeed be lacking, but Xingyuan was quite curious. Regardless of whether she recognized them or not, she didn't want to live in confusion. At least she wanted to know if they still remembered her, or if they had forgotten her!
"It doesn't matter, I don't care," she said.
But Xingyuan clearly saw that she was nervous. She might not truly be emotionless, and she might not truly not care about the family she had forgotten. She was just afraid, afraid that the final outcome would be that they had forgotten her.
But Xingyuan could understand that. After all, no one had the courage to wait and search for a child who would never return.
If it were herself, she wouldn't want to wait, to hold onto a slim hope.