Divine Oracle [Transmigration] (ORACLE)
When Song Si was still feeling bewildered, Xu Xinxin landed the helicopter at the airport. As soon as it touched down, they saw Tian Li carrying the suspect with one hand while gripping an air conditioning unit with the other, and leaping effortlessly from the third floor to the first before sprinting toward the helicopter at full speed while shouting, "Brother Si—!"
Song Si opened the cabin door, and Tian Li bounded up in three quick steps and tossing Li Yunan into the backseat before enveloping Song Si in a bear hug, while still reeking of blood. Still seated, the height difference meant Song Si's entire face was buried in Tian Li's ample chest, nearly suffocating him as he let out a muffled, pained groan.
"How was it, how was it?" Tian Li fired off questions like a machine gun. "I heard you praising Xinxin-ge! What about me, what about me, what about me..."
Song Si could only manage a series of incoherent, struggling noises under the pressure. Xu Xinxin, sitting up front, remarked, "Fighting Li Ke is like a melee battle against a mage—and you even silenced his skills. Total cheating."
Tian Li loudly expressed her dissatisfaction: "Tch—"
Before she could finish the sound, someone grabbed her by the collar and yanked her away.
Finally freed from Tian Li's lethal assets, Song Si gasped for air. Chu Mingyi stepped into the cabin, glanced at Song Si's flushed face, and scolded Tian Li, "You're a grown woman now. Don't just hug adult men willy-nilly. Remember that."
Tian Li pouted. "But it's Brother Si-Si!"
"Especially him," Chu Mingyi said. "Look at those skinny arms and legs. What if you accidentally break them?"
Tian Li blinked in realization. "Ah!" she exclaimed, lowering her head. "Sorry!"
Song Si glanced at the muscle definition on his arms. "Skinny arms and legs?"
Chu Mingyi raised an eyebrow. "Want her to hug you again?"
Song Si's gaze flickered briefly over Tian Li's form-fitting combat suit before he quickly averted his eyes. With grave sincerity, he said, "The chief is right, Xiao Li. Never casually hug men outside. If any guy tries to hug you, just punch him."
Tian Li accepted Song Si's words without question, nodding repeatedly before obediently sitting beside him.
As Xu Xinxin prepared for takeoff, Chu Mingyi made a call, politely apologizing to the local police chief. The other end erupted with clear, furious shouting as the colleague berated them for causing such a scene at the airport.
Song Si opened the medical kit and began bandaging Li Yunan's wounds to stop the bleeding.
Only now did he get a proper look at Li Yunan's face.
The man was a middle-aged man with an exceptionally approachable appearance—clean-shaven, round-faced, with full lips and a double chin. His features lacked any sharp edges, and if he smiled, he'd likely resemble the textbook definition of a kind father.
In contrast, Song Si had a scar on his chin, naturally aloof single-lidded eyes, and hair streaked with chaotic dye. Placed side by side with Li Yunan, anyone would assume Song Si was the villain.
Song Si studied him for a moment—until suddenly, those eyes snapped open.
Li Yunan's gaze gradually focused on Song Si. The two silently locked eyes, and the man in the chair revealed an indescribable hint of a smile. His lips moved slightly without making a sound, yet Song Si clearly recognized the two words being formed: "It's you."
Song Si sensed his emotions: the expected calmness, the inexpressible resentment, and the weary relief.
His heartbeat quickened, but his expression remained composed as he calmly unwrapped the haphazardly rolled bandage Tian Li had applied. He cleaned the wound with an alcohol swab, reapplied fresh gauze, and meticulously tied it off with a neat bow.
Li Yunan watched his movements without a word, then leaned back into the helicopter seat and closed his eyes in feigned sleep.
Chu Mingyi was still on a call up front, while Tian Li bickered with Xu Xinxin. No one in the aircraft noticed the quiet exchange in the rear. At that moment, Song Si felt an urge to secretly interrogate Li Yunan. All it would take was releasing the Twin Butterflies in his mind to drain the Ability particles from the man beside him. With luck, he might even intercept fragments of Li Yunan’s memories—perhaps even ones related to himself, given their sudden reunion.
Song Si subtly shifted closer to the seemingly sleeping Li Yunan, attempting to empty his mind and let the creatures within seize control of his consciousness...
"Song Si."
His heart skipped two beats as his awareness snapped back. He looked up and met Chu Mingyi’s sharp gaze.
Caught mid-activation of the Twin Butterflies, traces of his unfiltered expression lingered—a cold glint in his eyes. But it lasted only that split second before he curved his lips into a smile. "What is it?"
For that fleeting moment, Chu Mingyi almost felt like he was looking at two different people.
His scrutinizing gaze swept over Song Si’s face like a tangible force. "We’ll drop you off at the Chu residence first. Chu Mingxiao will arrange for doctors to check on you these next few days. Rest properly."
Song Si gestured subtly toward Li Yunan. "No need for me to be involved?"
"No," Chu Mingyi said. "Once he’s secured, the director will take over personally."
Song Si didn’t press further and nodded. "So what’s my role when you’re out on missions?"
Chu Mingyi replied, "Stay put at base, obviously. A doctor on the battlefield? Don’t even think about it."
Song Si: "..."
Late that night, the helicopter landed again at the airfield near the Chu estate. A pitch-black MPV waited nearby. Chu Mingyi personally escorted Song Si out, exchanged a few words with the driver, and repeatedly reminded him to stay put—like a parent sending their child off to school.
Song Si agreed readily, watched them leave, and rode back to the Chu residence.
The mansion was brightly lit but still eerily empty.
For convenience, Chu Mingyi and Song Si usually stayed near the clinic. The sprawling villa was mostly occupied by Chu Mingxiao alone.
Back in his bedroom, Song Si caught sight of his reflection. Whether from Tian Li’s earlier contact or not, a faint smear of blood stained his right cheek.
A sudden chill ran down his spine. He strode into the bathroom, cranked the water scalding hot, and scrubbed away every trace of the stain.
The next day at noon, the midday news aired.
"Last night, a violent kidnapping incident occurred at F City International Airport. A fugitive criminal suspect used a forged identity to enter the departure level, abducted three passengers, and attempted to breach customs to board a flight to Country A for escape. The nature of the case was extremely severe. Upon receiving the police alert, F City swiftly dispatched four helicopters and a team of special forces. To ensure the hostages' safety, a new type of chemical weapon was deployed on-site, causing everyone including the suspect to fall into temporary unconsciousness, allowing for a rapid and successful hostage rescue within a short time. It is reported that the suspect has been apprehended, and the case is currently under investigation..."
Song Si listened to the news while using clips to section out strands of his highlighted hair. He put on gloves and meticulously applied hair dye.
The engagement ring engraved with "CMX" had been taken off and placed on the bathroom counter.
He had no experience with hair dyeing, and the application was a mess. Several streaks of dye smeared across his temples. As the dye began to dry, he realized he might have chosen the wrong color—what was supposed to be a nice blue-green had turned into a teal.
His temples were now a vibrant green, and the top of his head was following suit.
Song Si stared at the mirror, torn between continuing or washing it off immediately. After an awkward pause, he sighed and resigned himself to squeezing out a bit more dye to finish the remaining strands.
He was trying out hobbies that belonged to "Song Si," attempting to accept "himself" as his own person.
After waiting fifteen minutes, the timer went off. He rinsed the dye under the shower and stood in front of the sink, blow-drying his freshly dyed hair. Watching the moisture evaporate, the green gradually revealed itself, leaving him with a head full of lively color.
The more Song Si looked at it, the more frustrated he felt. Reaching for a towel to wipe his face, he accidentally knocked the ring off the counter. The aged ring clattered as it rolled away.
Turning off the hairdryer, Song Si chased after it, his ears catching the sound of wheelchair wheels rolling—a noise that stopped simultaneously with the ring's fall.
With his head full of green, barefoot and half-soaked in a white T-shirt, water still dripping from his hair, he froze at the bathroom doorway, locking eyes with a pair of unfathomably deep ones.
Those eyes slowly curved into a gentle smile, crow's feet forming at the corners as the person smiled at him.
Song Si's pupils contracted.
The person before him bore a fifty percent resemblance to Chu Mingyi but was clearly older, with traces of age around the eyes and brows. Lacking Chu Mingyi's sharp intensity, he seemed more like a piece of polished jade.
Dressed in a gray silk loungewear, he sat in a wheelchair, his left hand—clenched into a fist—opened toward Song Si, revealing the ring that had just rolled away.
On the ring finger of that left hand was an identical ring to Song Si's.
The person in the wheelchair spoke: "Keep it safe. Don't lose it."
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