Divine Oracle [Transmigration] (ORACLE)
The moment the door closed, leaving Song Si alone, the discomfort from the side effects intensified to its peak.
First, he felt thirsty. After gulping down two large glasses of cold water, the dryness inside him still hadn’t eased, instead triggering abnormal irritability and anxiety, as if a fire were burning in his chest.
He yanked open the fridge door. The refrigerator compartment had a bottle of yogurt bought who-knows-when. He chugged it down while savoring the chill from the fridge, but it still wasn’t enough. He then opened the freezer, wishing he could devour ten ice cream bars in one go.
But the freezer was empty.
Song Si tugged at his hair, glaring at the freezer, before remembering that Chu Mingyi had taken away all his frozen food a few days ago when dropping him off—as if he’d already anticipated this.
He sighed before collapsing into the rocking chair. Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths, trying to suppress the unbearable restlessness, when suddenly, he heard someone sprinting up the stairs with loud, hurried footsteps.
Soon, that person began pounding on the door while shouting, "Song Si! Are you asleep? I’m back, open up!"
The voice was bright and clear—it was his female colleague Tian Li, who had gone to buy ice cream. Song Si, who had been waiting for the ice cream, immediately scrambled up and strode to the door to open it.
A flash of bright pink energy wave flickered before his eyes, and suddenly, a tall figure lunged at him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Thick hair obscured his face, while a certain ample part pressed against his lungs with such force that he nearly lost his breath.
Instinctively, Song Si struggled to step back, but Tian Li—holding the ice cream in one hand—effortlessly reeled him back in with her remaining left arm before patting his back twice in excitement.
The pats sent him into a coughing fit. He barely managed to utter "Tian—" before his 180cm-tall colleague burst into loud, heart-wrenching sobs.
Tears streamed down her face, smearing onto Song Si’s forehead. Stunned for a couple of seconds, Song Si recalled that Tian Li’s mental development had halted at the age of twelve—essentially, she was still a middle school girl at heart. Flustered, he awkwardly hugged her back and patting her back soothingly as he coaxed, "What’s wrong? Don’t cry, let’s sit down and talk."
The moment he finished speaking, Tian Li abruptly stopped crying, looking down at Song Si in surprise between sniffles. Staring at him, she stammered, "You never comforted me before… They said something was wrong with your brain, so it’s true? Waaah—"
Her tears fell even harder.
Song Si, whose brain had been forcibly "damaged": "..."
After finally calming down the weeping girl at the door, five minutes later, Song Si settled back into the rocking chair and finally got to eat his ice cream—a vanilla cone, its outer layer already melted into a creamy mess.
He had never realized ice cream could taste this good.
Song Si wolfed down most of it in a few bites, and the agitation in his chest gradually subsiding as his vision returned to normal. Just as he broke off a piece of the cone to nibble on, he caught sight of Tian Li’s longing gaze from the corner of his eye.
His lips twitched, and he held out the cone. "Want a bite?"
Tian Li blinked her still-teary eyes and nodded vigorously before taking the cone and even scooping up a tiny bit of ice cream from inside before popping it into her mouth.
It wasn't until this moment that Song Si finally got a clear look at his female colleague's appearance.
Tian Li stood at an estimated height over 1.8 meters, wearing a form-fitting combat suit that accentuated her astonishing curves at the bust and waist. Below, she sported camouflage pants and short leather boots, with long legs stretching from the neighboring chair all the way to Song Si's feet. After finishing her ice cream cone, she licked her fingers and turned her almond-shaped eyes toward Song Si before calling out affectionately: "Si-si ge."
Without speaking, she was a fiery bombshell but the moment she opened her mouth, she transformed into a soft, adorable girl.
Song Si remembered the book's description of her: "At 13 years old, barely 1.6 meters tall, during special training she single-handedly took down two special forces soldiers, and accidentally break one's bones. The entire training ground fell silent, yet she tearfully apologized to her opponent."
If he recalled correctly, Tian Li had just turned 25 this year. As a key member of the Special Investigation Department, Song Si had no doubt she could take on ten versions of himself at once.
Song Si decisively offered her his remaining ice cream.
Tian Li didn't mind that it was half-eaten. Taking the ice cream, her tears turned to smiles as she said, "You taught me that favorite things should only be shared with important people."
These words softened Song Si's heart, making him feel connected to this world for the first time since waking up from his transmigration.
He watched as Tian Li, now in better spirits, quickly finished the ice cream, wiped her mouth, moved her chair closer, and hugged his arm: "Am I someone important to Si-ge?"
Song Si took a tissue and wiped her tear-streaked face, recalling the original owner's precious memories and the novel's unfulfilled plotlines.
If he hadn't woken up in that bathtub, after "Song Si's" funeral, this girl before him would have been the first to develop mental issues—insomnia, auditory hallucinations, abnormal secondary physical development, escalating violent tendencies and antisocial emotions. She would eventually attempt to hijack a plane to crash into the office building housing Ninghai Pharmaceuticals, only to fail midway due to poor planning. Cornered by a fully armed special forces team at the Special Investigation Bureau's entrance, she'd try to escape, get shot, and bleed out on the front steps...
Song Si momentarily spaced out, his voice unconsciously softening as he smiled: "Yes."
Tian Li's almond eyes stared unblinking at him, her clear pupils perfectly reflecting his image, and asked again: "Really?"
"Really," Song Si said. "Why were you crying earlier?"
Tian Li's eyes immediately welled up with tears again.
"I was so scared. They said something went wrong with your brain, that you cut your own wrist and almost never got to see Xiao Li again," Tian Li's voice trembled. "Mingyi-ge wouldn't let us visit you. I held out for days, but today I couldn't take it anymore—I secretly followed Xinxin here and saw that awful woman... Wuwu..."
She buried her face in his arm as warm tears streaming down his skin. Song Si handed her another tissue, comforting softly: "It's okay now, Xiao Li, don't be afraid. They were just trying to scare you."
Tian Li gripped his hand tightly, her emotional turmoil making her lose control of her strength, leaving five distinct finger marks. Song Si let her hold on, accompanying her through several minutes of crying until someone knocked at the door: "Tian Li, shift change."
Tian Li stood up while wiping her tears as she walked to the door and opened it: "I... hic... know. What's the schedule?"
"You take until midnight, I'll cover the second shift," Yu Yiming said. "I need some time to prepare."
Tian Li obediently responded with an "Oh," then asked, "What should I do?"
"This woman is a suicide warrior. Now that we've forcibly revived her, you need to keep an eye on the infrared monitoring in case someone comes to silence her. Also, if her condition worsens or she wakes up, come upstairs and inform me and Song Si."
Tian Li asked, "What does 'suicide warrior' mean?"
Yu Yiming patted her head. "It's not important. Just focus on the monitoring and that woman. No crying."
Tian Li switched into work mode, wiping away her tears and drying her face. With a reluctant glance at Song Si, she hurried downstairs with quick, heavy steps.
Yu Yiming, with his hands covered in blood, walked into the room with practiced ease and said, "Mind if I borrow your bathroom?"
Only then did Song Si get a clear look at Yu Yiming’s appearance.
His hair was slightly long that were tied into a ponytail, with deep-set features that gave him a somewhat mixed-race aura. Song Si watched as he entered the bathroom. A few minutes later, he emerged with clean hands before standing by the desk as he carefully fastened his watch back onto his wrist. His light-colored pupils then shifted in Song Si’s direction.
"Tian Li will take the first half of the night. You’re on until three, then I’ll take over," Song Si said. "We’ll do another treatment in the morning. Once she’s out of critical condition, Chief Chu can take her back to the bureau."
Yu Yiming listened quietly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
He removed his gun and placed it on the desk. "First, Rule One of the Third Investigation Division: Protect our Dr. Song at all costs. You don’t need to be involved in this. Get some rest—because everyone hopes that when they fall ill, their only attending physician will be in good mental and physical condition."
Song Si frowned. Yu Yiming continued, "Second, you won’t have to wait until morning. Chief Chu will most likely come to collect her before 2 a.m., and there’s a high chance he’ll take you along. So I suggest you get some sleep now."
Song Si waited for his "finally."
Yu Yiming lay down in the rocking chair on the balcony, settling into a comfortable position. "Finally, you didn’t used to call him 'Chief Chu.'"
Song Si asked, "Then what did I call him?"
"By his name—Chu Mingyi," Yu Yiming said. "After all, he’s your brother-in-law."
Song Si: "...I’ve had an epiphany. I think it’s better to respect leadership."
Yu Yiming curled his lips slightly and hummed in agreement. "Get some sleep while you can."
Song Si turned off the light for him. Yu Yiming said nothing more, closing his eyes as the room fell into complete silence.
The infrasonic wave attack had swept through the courtyard, silencing all insect chirps for the night. Only a full moon hung in the sky that were hidden behind thick clouds, casting a faint, circular glow.
Yu Yiming lay bathed in moonlight, his hands folded and fingers tapping rhythmically without sound—each interval precise, like a finely crafted stopwatch.
Song Si watched his fingers and counting each tap as drowsiness swiftly overtook his exhausted mind. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
He didn’t know how long he had slept when, in his dreams, he suddenly sensed the living room light turning on and someone knocking at the door. Song Si jolted awake from the couch, his vision blurry as he saw Chu Mingyi standing at the entrance with keys in hand.
"You alright?" Chu Mingyi said. "Come with me to the bureau. Fu Xi needs your help with the interrogation."
Remembering Yu Yiming’s words, Song Si instinctively glanced at the clock—1:59 a.m.
With his eyes still red, he asked, "Do I get overtime pay?"
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